Blood of boys

I stand on a field covered with blood
Of boys who were only just men.
Men not of age - some not more than ten –
But men on account of what happened to them.

I came across a boy like me
Seventeen, but died with seventy.
His body left out in the street.
The courage of his visage lost to decay.

He died for what meant most to him
Freedom and love for those who now cry
The things he’ll never take part of again
For freedom and love he died.

Mr. Weyandt

I used to think that a man
Had only life and name as his
Here today, tomorrow gone
Preserved alone in memories

Now I know that is not true
A man who died, yet on he lives
In mem'ries, yes, but greater still
In lives he's touched, the love he gives.

A hero, one to imitate
Is this beautiful man to me
Unfailing love in the sight of God
Is his legacy to me.

In Finite

In Algebra, infinity is unattainable. No matter how far you can count, you can never get there. Math even uses a parenthesis notation to indicate that infinity can't be included because it can't be reached.

Calculus makes the leap from finite math to that of infinite. We still can't define infinity, but we can work with it. Infinity is no more attainable than algebra, but it is real, it is tangible.

You know, every time I think of Infinity, it reminds me of God. Not in the algebra sense, in inconceivability, but I know Him, and He is real.

The difference between an intangible abstract to a tangible reality is of vast significance. the difference between them is, well, infinity.

Love Immortal

Love eternal never dies
But I’m immortal, mortal you.
I could live forever alone,
Or I could die with you.

Forever alive with only name
Living, not loving, is my shame
'Tis better to have loved and died
Than live fore’er unsatisfied.

silent memories

I sit here alone with no one to talk to.
Silence of heartbeats and whispers of soul.
Companions are daydreams that certainly aren't you.
But can memories really console?

Memories make the silence less silent.
Like Dante's Beatrice, they are just a sign
Until the time I next see you again
Pointing to beauty and love divine.

Everlasting Song

I wrote you a song
With images fair
Of beautiful eyes,
Long golden hair

Of beauty of souls,
Noblest minds
Perfection of pathos,
Hearts that are kind.

The words never change
Their images mirror
perfection in heav'n
incorp'rated here.

The deep tearing pain
My tears now show;
The reason you changed
I never will know.

Or maybe it's me?
And I'm in the wrong?
I guess time will answer
When you hear my song.

Goodness of God

All of life...
The times we laugh till our sides hurt...
The times we cried till our souls ached...
...Can be summed up in three short words....

God is Good.

The Strength of God

I have always liked to think
That God made things with fashioned wood.
A carpenter, a manly man
His build was strong, his work was good.

In pictures Christ is never shown
As a dark and burly stud,
But in truth this strong man came
For me, a wretch, to shed his blood.