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Abandonment by Jacqueline Ann Piech

9/26/2009

You cry instead of sleeping,
as pain and persecution fill
your being with heart ache.

Any hope of ever having real
love has faded and you are
consumed with anger and grief.

What wrong turn did you take
in life that has condemned
you to endless rejection?

I sigh wishing you would
realize and believe you are
precious and deeply loved.

Though I know the number
of every hair on your head,
your doubt saddens My heart.

I am here, yet am ignored,
I am rebuked and denied
that I even exist by many.

Living in your midst I gave
compassion, forgiveness, healing,
truth, hope and unconditional love.

I died breaking the despair of evil,
an arose to bring eternal salvation
to show how fully I love you.

I am with you in wars, famines,
terrorist attacks, sickness and
even death to help you always.

I know every missing child's
hidden grave, each soldiers last
prayer, the homeless man's misery.

I hear the cry from forgotten
elderly or prisoners in cells,
I feel each slap on the abused.

Every struggle of the disabled,
the hunger of the neglected,
pain of flood and fire victims.

I see frightened people flee
from another bombed market,
I know the suffering of all.

Yet, you do not believe I
love you dearly and do not
come to Me with your sorrows.

Fear and hatred wove the
crown of thorns I wore as
sin drove the nails into Me.

I did this all for you so
you could begin to understand
how great My love really is.

Mercy and love, peace and yes
even joy are all I desire to
bless you with forever.

My child, I long to comfort
you with strength and truth,
bring you inner peace and hope.

Let you know I created you
out of Love for a real purpose,
to share Myself fully with you.

All I ask for in return is
your love but it seems you
believe you are abandoned.

Sadly, I too understand abandonment.

Jacqueline Ann Piech
09-26-09

Flutter By by Jacqueline Ann Piech

8/8/2010

Sky,a vibrant blue,
flying along comes
a true living jewel.

The flowers nectar brings,
rich treasure of colors
on stained glass wings.

Gracefully landing atop,
amongst velvety petals
to garden island hop.

Gently soaring up free,
silently dozens gather
as they flutter by me!

08/08/2010

Maybe by Jacqueline Ann Piech

7/8/2010

Longing to write
but no thought forms
and silent are the keys.

Playing on my mind
as blankness grows
and words toss within.

Volumes of ideas
race inside but
content eludes me.

As Muse leaves,
distractions prevent
a solid birth.

Writer's block remains
as minutes pass
no poem...well maybe!

07/08/2010

Traces by Jacqueline Ann Piech

7/26/2010

How many leave a path daily,
from new life to the aged?
Are they ever comforted or
is sorrow left forgotten?

Droplets tracing the cheeks
of billions suffering heartache.
Souls weary from abuse, war
prejudice, hopelessness and fear.

Hot, burning tears spill from
anger, confusion, lies and betrayal.
Akin with hunger, grief, misery,
agony and despair they flow.

Yet, a bittersweet song stirs,
surging forth from kindness, joy,
hope, accomplishment and even love.
Mystery rivulets bonding all people.

It is said even He wept while
on earth, Jesus, the Son of God.
Our humanity for all generations
linked in the traces of tears.

07/26/2010

My Magical Ship by Jacqueline Ann Piech

6/7/2009

With both my feet I push off earth.
Take-off is a sweet skyward burst.

Momentum builds, wind blows my hair.
Sun kisses my face as higher I dare.

A magical ship to touch the sky.
Soon I'll pass birds flying by!

Reaching to clouds with pointed toes.
Guessing how high I really can go.

Mom calls, it's time to come in.
Slowly to earth I softly descend.

I have fun pretending whenever I swing.
Wonder what tomorrow's trip will bring?

Jacqueline Ann Piech
05/18/2008

Time's Tide by Jacqueline Ann Piech

6/4/2009

Praying the length of day will last.
Minutes, hours disappear much too fast.

Fate cruelly never allows time to stop.
Gleaning from life's many fruitful crops.

Fool's approach on wasted seconds spend.
Silent timings of the clock comprehend.

What I choose for each minute to become.
Adding or subtracting to Love's total sum.

How precious life's moments are to abide.
Love is a gift immersed in time's tide.

Jacqueline Ann Piech
05/31/2009

The Unicorn And The Tiger by Jacqueline Ann Piech

6/4/2009

I stood drinking from the forest waters weary from roaming on my own.
You quietly circled and flexed your aging strength though still unknown.

Then my eyes met yours and they pierced my wounded being by chance.
You did charm me even though you knew it was an unwelcome dance.

I stood at a distance very unsure of your kind and the fear in me arose.
I fled for the depths of lighted guidance, cloaked in my confused woes.

I saw you as an enemy trying to strike me down so I bolted and hid.
Slowly you stalked me, trying to convince me that you were just a big kid.

I set the trap and in your loving weakness for that bait you leapt.
Again the old wound surged into my soul, fear's shadow crept.

Rolling over, you exposed soft underbelly, my horn lowered then I paused.
You could have stopped me with one powerful swipe of a tiger's claws.

I lanced your loving heart, you growled softly waiting for the next blow.
A tiger that surrendered to the likes of me, a strange truth now I know.

An unlikely pair through the woods together we now safely roam.
The unicorn and the tiger letting God's stars in the sky lead them home.

Jacqueline Ann Piech
09/24/2006

Summer's Treasure by Jacqueline Ann Piech

6/27/2009

Golden sunshine baths the day,
warm breezes stir jade leaves.
Birds soar across sapphire sky,
elemental smells grace the air.

Under shade giving boughs,
paused on an emerald ocean.
A chipmunk suddenly darts away,
bees labor amongst garden riches.

Topaz sunflowers towering over
roses waxed in ruby reds.
Silvery doves coo in union
as jeweled insects take flight.

All the beauty I drink in,
quenching my weary soul.
For an afternoon so sweet
in treasure thank-you God!

Jacqueline Ann Piech
06/27/2009

Tapestry by Jacqueline Ann Piech

6/23/2009

Needlepoint at the museum,
causes me to ponder
about my own life's tapestry.

Does the design fulfill
Your holy will or is
the pattern broken?

In my own pride,
a textile full of errors,
lacking unity and depth.

Sin degrades the coloring,
my selfishness frays corners.
A weaving poor with sorrow.

Placing this before Your throne,
ashamed of all stains throughout.
Lord, forgive my tattered creation.

Renew coloring with resonant faith.
Mend threads in hope's truth.
Strengthen all fibers in Your mercy.

Help my heart, mind and soul
entwine with Your holy wisdom.
Weaving a tapestry of love.

For You are the Golden Needle,
the yielding thread is my being.
Your plan binds the cloth,
the stitches my life's embroidery.

Jacqueline Ann Piech
06/22/2009

Purging by Jacqueline Ann Piech

6/20/2009

Clouds close in as rumbles come,
flashes streak across dark sky.
Droplets grow and dance on roof,
glazing windows in steady sheets.

Tree leaves drink sweet moisture,
flowers bath in summer's burst.
Gentle breeze cools hardened ground,
greenery blooms from heavenly purge.

Blessing lowly earth with rain,
how much more precious is man?
Your mercy, peace, love and joy,
pour across our wounded souls.

Nurturing our faith and trust,
in eternal wisdom and grace.
Life's storms need to happen,
purging us to grow in God's love.

Jacqueline Ann Piech
06/20/2009

Autumn's Love by Jacqueline Ann Piech

6/16/2009

I remember in October
walking along the beach.
Feeling the cool breeze
as it swirled my hair.

You patted the sand
with your feet while
sitting on a large
piece of driftwood.

Then smiled and laughed,
we blew soap bubbles.
One for each year
of my being here.

Sun kissed the waves
as sea gulls scurried
along the lake shore,
celebrating life too.

A passing of hearts
never again to be
in season, Autumn's love
etched upon my soul.

Jacqueline Ann Piech
06/16/2009

Book by Jacqueline Ann Piech

6/1/2009

I have written much on life's pages.
Roughly composed within fearful stages.

Confusion or anger, maybe even my pride.
Makes me wonder what is left inside.

Is this chaotic tome really God's will?
Love's sorrowful ebb and flow to fill.

Lord, You alone know the book of me.
Ink what You will, set my soul free.

Chapter my being so I can sing praise.
Forgive and heal each wrongful phrase.

Edit me in Your truth to become humble.
Sin's pages rip out, mercifully crumple.

Bind my life with Wisdom's new start.
Publish my spirit in Your loving heart.

Jacqueline Ann Piech
05/31/2009

When Unicorns Will Want To Stay by Jacqueline Ann Piech

4/29/2009

One Child skipped and then began to race.
Hoping to see a unicorn's beautiful face.
A creek in magic forest,the perfect place.

Turtle lounging on rocks,leathery with years.
Sadly One Child saw turtle shedding tears.
Old turtle spoke softly of a story to hear.

God's sacred creatures with healing golden horns.
Prancing, singing in forests, the joyful unicorns.
Until Mankind's cruelty left them forlorn.

Mercifully,God took them to His heavenly throne.
Youngest unicorn asked to stay on earth alone.
Hoping that children of Man would willingly atone.

But soon unicorn witnessed a horrible blight.
Children teasing and yelling in selfish fights!
Unicorn's heart and soul dimmed at the sight.

An angel changed unicorn at God's command.
Now a beautiful white flower, no unicorn on land.
Only kindness on earth could alter that plan.

Some days the flower, unicorn size blooms.
Other times only tiny white petals loom.
How much kindness or cruelty is its doom.

One Child watched turtle slowly swim away.
Ancient turtle stopped and turned to say.
Kindness to each other is the only way.
Then blessed unicorns will want to stay.

Jacqueline Ann Piech
04/28/2009

Soldier's Prayer by Jacqueline Ann Piech

4/27/2009

Dear Lord as I start this new day,
give me wisdom and strength I pray.

I truly need Your healing grace,
to know Your will in this foreign place.

Grant me courage and compassion true.
Protect my fellow soldiers and me too.

Help us rebuild hope and freedom defend.
For my sins show me the way to make amends.

If You call me or others from this earth today,
bequeath Mercy and Forgiveness on the soul's way.

Let family and friends know I love them if You would.
But for truth and an end to terrorism here I stood.

And if instead, you grant another blessed day to me,
have my prayers and actions help hearts become free.

To learn to love not hate, to value life and peace.
So the agony of unholy war will forever cease.

Thank-you Lord and at the end of this day,
send Hope to all of us to keep despair at bay.

Jacqueline Ann Piech
04/26/2009

Shadows Of Could Have Been by Jacqueline Ann Piech

3/31/2009

The scent of red roses undelivered.
A poem quietly idle inside a pen.
Words of love that went unspoken.
Dwell in the shadows of could have been.

A lonely family member never called.
The pet longing for a walk in the glen.
Nature photos still waiting to be taken.
Linger in the shadows of could have been.

A child seeking some truth and hope.
Words of comfort every now and then.
Dreams needing direction to nurture.
Neglected in the shadows of could have been.

As minutes, hours, days spill into years.
The effort to balance time made when?
Life's joys lost in seconds forever more.
Forfeited in the shadows of could have been.

01/12/2008

Melting Despair by Jacqueline Ann Piech

2/1/2009

Just finished reviewing dozens of poems.
Sadly much darkness filled the muses tones.

Wishing to see the despairing images flee.
I read on, searching for words to uplift me.

Hate, broken love, death and agony unfold.
All range of ages created a bitter mold.

Are the world's hearts truly in such grief?
Stories of black emotions written for relief?

Snow piles at the window glistening with sun.
Crystal gobs melting as water they become.

God can thaw away pain like sun on snow.
So many tormented hearts would then know.

Giving strength in troubled times to cope.
God holds the darkness at bay with hope.

02/01/2009

MEADOW MYTH by Jacqueline Ann Piech

12/9/2007

Is it a childhood wish or a summer morning dream?
Or just too tiny for the adult eye to have ever seen?

As bees gather pollen, on nectar a butterfly grazes.
The robin flies overhead, her sweet voice praises.

Meadow creatures stir as ethereal song fills the air.
Mice gathering seeds scamper up stalks and stare.

Gracefully balanced on a single spider's strand.
A wee tightrope walker among the flowers grand.

Her hair a lily covers, a dress of shimmering light.
She tiptoes across the silver strand, a cherubic sight.

Pairs of morning doves coo, her singing transcends.
Dragonflies hover as the meadow's beauty blends.

Then off she glides carried by two luminous wings.
Meadow myth which only a child's hope can bring.

Streams From by Jacqueline Ann Piech

12/6/2009

Mundane has no place for the mind eager to explore.
Imagination unlocks beauty hidden behind conformity's door.

Glorious, the soul takes flight freeing the lover's dance.
Lifting humanity's heart to spark a new spiritual romance.

Orating from mythical realms or enhancing graceful truth.
Expressing ages wisdom or the innocence of sweet youth.

Sowing a collection of thoughts from experiences profound.
Genius of the artist's psyche streams from holy ground.

12/06/09

A Fairy's Kiss by Jacqueline Ann Piech

12/6/2008

Drenched from heavy rains the forest was covered in deep gray mist.
Rain soaked into the unicorn's soul who longed for a fairy's kiss.

All butterflies were grounded with damp wings unable to flutter in bliss.
Mice clung to reeds as their homes had become an oceanic abyss.

Robins as well as frogs bravely tried to join voices and sing.
All hoping their chorus of love a fairy's kiss it would bring.

Snails hiding under a flower petal spotted the first beam of light.
Breaking through the tree tops a shaft touched the saturated site.

Tinier then a whisper, bright hues flying faster then dancing flames.
A wish to be granted for the unicorn by sunlight's grande dames.

A kiss of orange, a kiss of pink, a kiss of purple done in a blink.
Across the now dry and serene forest a magical bow inked.

Above the tree tops bending across the cloud free blue sky.
A rainbow created from a fairy's kiss to wish the rain goodbye.

01/24/2008

Unwanted Metamorphosis [re-edited] by Jacqueline Ann Piech

12/6/2008

Hardly any fine lines or wrinkles as in the mirror I scan.
If I were truly older the prognosis I could understand.

They look the same as when I had left for the exam.
I probably will not need them, the doctor be damned!

Now I know I have bitten deeply from the apple of youth.
I must have heard the doctor wrong, that must be the truth.

He had handed me the prescription almost in haste.
Giving me the diagnosis which left a bitter taste.

I shook my head and nodded as if to fully agree.
I wanted to scream at him, I am not even 53!

I am much too young, I need a second opinion it is true.
If I have to wear bifocals, my brown eyes will turn blue!

07/25/2006