silent voices

I’m writing this poem for all of you, cause true
Poets are far from few.
A true poet writes about every day life
The joys , the loves , the sacrifice.
There is not a topic they will not touch . Because
Life gives us “ oh so much “.

Each poem is like a wave beating against the beach
Touching anyone that it can reach.
It can be as smooth as glass , and tell your stories
Of the present or past, and most of us have gone
Thru love , joy , sorrow ,bitterness and hate
And other things in which we can relate.

We become the eyes and voices of the silent ones
Who are afraid to speak “ cause they feel they are weak “
We see their tears , we feel their pain , but in silence they remain.
A true poet tells what others do not , and they’ll continue to write
“ they will not stop “.
© L . RAMS 082017

power of prayer

With the power of prayer you can not compare
For our Lord is always there .
He listens to every word we say as he looks
Over us from day to day .
He knows our wants and sees our needs
And on that we do feed.
He fills up his heaven with angels from below
And the ones he will choose you do know .
A mother , a father , a sister a brother
For like them there are no others.
Every one of us are grains of sand to complete
The beaches on this land .
Each touching each other and creating a world of hope
So that our children can learn to cope.
This is the Power Of Prayer and he always takes us there.
© L . RAMS 072917 ( poetlou )

i hold this cross

LORD I cannot thank you for all that you’ve done
My day was dark and you brought out the sun.
With all my worries and my tears – you took away all my fears.
I held the cross from my chain and asked for blessings in your name.
When life becomes like a tornado tossing everything around
You held me firm on the ground.
I hold this cross in my hand cause my life you understand
This cross is your symbol of life , faith , love and hope
And this shows us how to cope.
Such a small little cross which holds billions of hearts
And with the twelve Apostles it did start.
A cross so small above my heart – I kiss it daily for my day to start.
From the Sacred Heart of Jesus that has endured the ravages of time
To make this gift “ yours and mine “ .
© L . RAMS 020917