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Well Deserved

 The sun is coming out.  That last cloud is going away.

            There is much to celebrate.  You made it!  Congrats!  Hurray!

 

What a distance you travelled to “now.”  What a passage.  What a climb.

            Rejoice in every step.  Your perseverance and faith are sublime.

 

Accomplishment and fulfillment.  This leg of your journey complete.

            Your harvest is on the table.  Your reward, well deserved and sweet. 

 

The sky is a glorious blue.  The sun is big and bright.

            There’s excitement and gratitude.  A new dawn filled with love and light.

 

What a distance you travelled to “now.”  What a lifetime.  What a ride.

            Your dreams and desires manifest, no longer to be denied.

 

Transition and transformation.  This leg of your journey complete.

            Your harvest is on the table.  Your reward, well deserved and sweet.

 

                                    -Lisa Murphy Taylor, © 2024

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Dream For Me

Carry me in faith if I don’t believe.

        Reach for me dear God all I can’t conceive.

 

Higher than the sky, farther than the sun

        Past the rules of nature, like I’m the only one.

 

Reach my heart’s content. Reach my spirit free

        With all the love in Heaven, reach your grace on me.

 

Carry me in peace if I don’t believe

        Wish for me dear God all I can’t conceive.

 

More than all the stars, grander than the sun

        Deeper than the ocean, like I’m the only one.

 

Wish my heart’s content. Wish my spirit free

        With all the love in Heaven, wish your grace on me.

 

Carry me in hope if I don’t believe

        Dream for me dear God all I can’t conceive.

 

Bigger than the moon, brighter than the sun

        Clear of limitation, like I’m the only one.

 

Dream my heart’s content. Dream my spirit free.

        With all the love in Heaven, dream your grace on me.

 

 

                                -Lisa Murphy Taylor, © 2011

                                   www.poemeopathy.com

A Brighter Day

March forth. Just keep on going. I am with you. Persevere.

        Left, right, left. Through the storms. Soon, the sky will be blue and clear.

 

A little further. A few steps more. Closer now. Right, left, right.

        Can you see it? Through the tunnel. At the end. There is the light.

 

A brighter day lies ahead. Don’t give up. You’re almost there.

        Walk steadfastly on rocky ground to happily on air.

 

Every stumble. Every fall. Take my hand and walk with me.

        Every fear. Every doubt. There’s a place that you must see.

 

A sunrise in My kingdom where your fondest dreams unfold.

        Joy that’s overflowing. More love and grace than your heart can hold.

 

A brighter day lies ahead. Don’t give up. You’re almost there.

        Walk faithfully on rocky ground to happily on air.

 

A sunset in My kingdom where your fondest dreams unfold.

        Joy that’s overflowing. More love and grace than your heart can hold.

 

 

                                        - Lisa Murphy Taylor © 2020

                                            www.poemeopathy.com

My Peace

God, will you be my hero? Take this and help me release

        My fears, my control, and my ego. God will you be my peace?

 

I ask that You intervene because, God, this is bigger than me.

        I ask for Your grace to step in because nothing less will free.

 

Show me what You can do with just Your wink and just Your smile.

        Turn this weight to dust as I watch and rest for a while.

 

Help me follow Your love when I’m afraid and have lost my way.

        Remind me that home is with You no matter how far I may stray.

 

God will you be my hero? Take this and help me release

        My fears, my control, and my ego. God will you be my peace?

 

 

                                    - Lisa Murphy Taylor © 2018

                                        www.poemeopathy.com

Beauty

There’s beauty in your spirit, so brilliant and so fair.

        There’s beauty in your heart, so special and so rare.

 

It’s beauty God admires and keeps close in His sight.

       It’s beauty all the flowers see, humbled in your light.

 

Beauty’s in the love you give. Beauty’s in the faith you live.

       Beauty’s in the words you say. Beauty’s in the thoughts you pray.

 

Beauty’s in the gratitude expressed in every day.

       Beauty’s in the kindness that never looks away.

 

There’s beauty in your soul, so brilliant and so fair.

       There’s beauty in your strength, so special and so rare.

 

It’s beauty God admires, beheld with His own eye.

       It’s beauty all the stars can see, humbled in the sky.

 

Beauty’s in the love you give. Beauty’s in the faith you live.

       Beauty’s in the words you say. Beauty’s in the thoughts you pray.

 

Beauty’s in the gratitude expressed in every day.

       Beauty’s in the kindness that never looks away.

 

 

                       -Lisa Murphy Taylor, © 2008

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Be The Light

Be the light in the darkness.   Be the calmness in the storm.

       Be the water in the desert, and in the winter, be the warm.

 

Be the patience in the hurry.  Be the giving in the take.

       Be the nourishment in the hunger.  Be the comfort in the ache.

 

Wake Up!  The day is dawning.  You’re not separate, Little Star.

       Wake up to your perfection and be the love that you are.

 

Be the healing in the sick.  Be the forgiveness in the fight.

       Be the shoulder in the grief, and in the fear, be the “all right.”

 

Be the kindness in the anger.  Be the truth that clears the air.

       Be the goodness in the evil.  Be the answer in the prayer.

 

Wake Up!  The day is dawning.  You’re not separate, Little Star.

       Wake up to your perfection and be the love that you are.

 

                                   -Lisa Murphy Taylor, © 2020

                                        www.poemeopathy.com

If The Animals Could Talk

Shower them with kindness, with compassion and empathy.

        Give to them respect. They’ll return unconditionally.

 

They do not speak with words and thought. They speak love through their eyes,

        A language understood by hearts that blend and harmonize.

 

If the animals could talk, they’d tell you to your face,

        “You have been our savior and you have been our grace.”

 

Shower them with kindness, with compassion and empathy.

        Give to them your love. They’ll return unconditionally.

 

They do not speak with words and thought. They speak love through their eyes,

        A language understood by souls that yearn to grow and rise.

 

If the animals could talk, they’d say a prayer or two,

        Thanking God for life and thanking God for you.

 

 

                        - Lisa Murphy Taylor © 1996, 2018

                                  www.poemeopathy.com

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