Welcome to the Light A Candle in the Dark website. Light A Candle in the Dark is a poetry website created to share my poetry and the poetry of others who have a love for reading and writing poetry. It is a place where poetry is loosely defined. It's a simple joy of the written or spoken word. It is not a forum for discussing technique or the contents of the poetry posted herein.
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Pat (aka P. Newman-Harris)
Couldn't let the day go by, first by remembering my own Mother for her strength, courage, and for all the love she tirelessly poured into our family. Then, to all the women, aunts, cousins, friends that were there to encourage and support throughout the years.... Happy Mother's Day to you all.
Sometimes, we forgot those women who aren't mothers, but who have given of their time and their love to the children in their family. We celebrate you too on this Mother's Day.
Little girl growing up all alone,
I want you to know you are not alone
It doesn't matter where you are.
From anywhere in the universe,
You can see the stars.
Your destiny is not determined by race
Or the beauty of your face.
It is not determined by station or place.
Your dreams can never be erased.
Little boy,
What God has for you can never be destroyed.
It's hard not to be discouraged by what you see,
But hold onto your dignity.
It doesn't matter what others think.
You may feel like you're going to sink,
But as long as you believe in yourself,
You will always have something left.
In spite of your mistakes,
Know you have what it takes.
God can fix what is broken in two.
Keep believing in you.
Believe, believe,
Believe, believe,
That God will lift you up high;
Give you wings to fly
Beyond the highest stars.
He will always be right where you are.
Believe that he can remove your doubts and fears,
Dry every falling tear,
He will be your guide,
Always be by your side.
Don't be discouraged.
He will give you courage
To endure.
Your future is secure.
Stand in the knowledge
That he will see you through college.
Don't worry about tuition.
He has promised to bring
all your dreams into fruition.
His everlasting favor and grace
Is not confined by place.
You have got to know
It will follow you where ever you go.
This is his promise to you.
Believe, believe,
Believe, believe,
And it is yours to receive.
What is yours by his design and plan
Cannot be taken by any man.
What God places in your hands
No one can take.
He makes no mistakes.
Believe, believe,
Believe, believe
He will do what he said he would do
He will always keep his promise to you.
copyright Patricia Newman-Harris
from book, Living the Dream
You told me our love would never grow old
It would be our own little pot of gold.
You said if I would always put you first,
You would quench my every thirst
You said you would be the only one
Who could ignite my eternal flame
Just by speaking your name.
Ours was a song of love we designed
Written in perfect time.
Like a musician's special touch on a guitar he loves so much,
Our love was a tender
song of sweet surrender.
You told me we could do anything,
Conquer anything,
Sail through any kind of weather,
Together.
The words you spoke were only lines well-rehearsed,
Random verse,
Vain recitations from the top of your mind;
Having no rhythm or rhyme,
Hallow words spoken from lying lips,
That I once passionately kissed.
You wrote a song of love just for me,
But someone else learned the melody.
From Matters of the Heart
published by Create Space, 2010
He came unto his own, but they knew him not.
Tho, miracle after miracle he performed
He was rebuked and scorned
No one knows the hurt.
No one knows the pain
that comes from being rejected
again and again.
They would not believe.
Such love they could not conceive.
His ways were higher,
His understanding greater.
Though the intent of man’s heart, he could see,
He chose not to forsake his destiny.
He carried the burden of the world to save the lost
He paid the cost
On Calvary's cross
Oh what cost he paid
That we might be saved.
He didn't have to let it be
He chose to die for you and me
No one could ever love us more
No one could ever love us more
He came unto his own, but they knew him not.
Tho, miracle after miracle he performed
He was rebuked and scorned
No one knows the hurt.
No one knows the pain
That comes from being rejected again and again.
Though the intent of man’s heart, he could foresee,
He chose not to forsake his destiny.
He carried the burden of the world to save the lost
He paid the cost
On Calvary
He died for you and for me No one could love us more. Surely, no one could love us more.
