Still Whispers

Still whispers in my soul this day

do make my heart rejoice

Knowing that I oft depend upon

your quiet voice 

What love is this that gently weighs and

saturates my thirst 

Though worldly lasts mine own commend,

to you my humble first 

Be near me Lord in every hour

I cannot live without 

your peace surpassing all expecting

slaying every doubt 

In you I shall place all my trust

my hopes and my despair

For you alone are faithful,true

in reckoning all my care

Autumn Leaves

Leaves fall like golden snow

upon a lush green ground

With every breeze, a circumstance 

of quiet rustling sound

Each fiery leaf a traveler 

of seasons now in flight 

rhyming,dancing,turning

pirouettes of sprite 

What looses you your amber stem from
so nourishing a host?

Does stalwart branch condemn your fate 

when beauty's at its most?

Now as browning blanket,

nestled close to earth

you fill once more her coffers

as life renews its birth

Green Breeze

A green breeze
against a still grey sky
presides
over horsy barns
and white washed fences

where wings of color a'flutter
dart this way and that way
all knowing of purpose
and plan

Sorghum sways algorithmic
under a fading sun
as drops fall clear and purposed
on the thirsty ground

and quiet mercy reminds
her children
of their fate
of their hope
of their dawn

Behold,
all things are
becoming new

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August 2,2016

Song for America

There's a place of no more tears
bright shining as the sun
some folks call it heaven where
our journey's finally done

Til' then with tears transparent
from purple hearts we bleed
and sow the seeds of victory
to capture fear's dark deeds

Our righteousness by mercy,
exceeds the grasp of hate
as God our King delivers us
through His eternal gates

We are a royal priesthood
whose sacrifice is done
when sacred life so cherished
is protected every one

Though forward march by stumblings felled
sojourning through the night,
we overcome with vision fair
remaining ever bright

Our eyes of faith in hope distilled,
assured we carry on
by peace to build God's Kingdom
who's victory's our song

Father August

Weep not for us Father August,
Weep not for your daughter and son
the time upon us occurring
is not ours but God's will be done

For in holy hands your children remain
never to be plucked out,delivered to shame
and by our blood is kindled a fire
that consumes the depths of Sheol

Let the Lion roar before all eyes
for the day of reckoning has come
All that is unseen has been seen and will be
and what is decreed shall be done

We shall not fear the hand of destruction
for the angel's decree is by our side
They have come at us by sevens
We shall come back at them as one and rise

So goes the eagle's tide

For Babylon the mighty has fallen,fallen
her hour of destruction come
All nations shall gaze on her burning
by the angel of fire her combustion comes

Remember the Mountain

Remember the mountain
ancient and bright
and the pillar of fire
that once broke the night

Look up my children
be strong and brave
Surrender your hope
from a dark mangled grave

It is I who sustains you
with my fortune of light
Can you not see me
right here in your plight ?

For lo I am with you
til the end of the age
in a new morn dawning
from my words on a page

Listen my children
and hear my cry
once more on a Shofar
that comes by and by

Out of Egypt I called you
for freedom most fair
yet you take me for granted
getting lost in the air

Come quickly my children
and open your ears
It is I who has made them
so long heed the years

Look up! Look up!
your work is not done
Hear my Israel,
your God is one

Sister Birds

In the morning I hear 

sister birds 

calling, calling come

Their singing lifts my

face upturned

unyielding towards the

sun

These soft and gentle 

harmonies imprinted on 

my soul

make ever new the 

ecstasies 

kind memory unfolds

The Phoebe and the Mockingbird

their new songs sung in 

round

fall on fresh rained

grasses

raising flowers from the 

ground

The buttercups so small 

and bright

smile upwards at the

trees

and vio'lets so mellow, pose

sweet succor for the 

bees

The clover like a carpet 

never for to bend

In rank and file like

watchers

they side by side all 

stand 

The elm ,the oak, the 

willow 

steadfast in the 

breeze

point in adulation at 

singularity

Above in timelines 

passing 

billowy clouds move free

Through many parts one 

vision

this nature seems to me

An American Prayer

Divine Creator, hear our prayer

Be present with us in our time of need

Divine in us your sovereign light,

that we may shine high like the lighthouse,

above the fierce approaching storms

May we as a nation and as individual Americans

cherish the freedom our birthright avows

That no man, no woman, no child,

whether stranger, or traveler or friend,

should ever suffer among us

the heavy burden of bigotry on this our native soil

Where there is prejudice, help us to rise and not fall

Where there is hatred, help us to forgive and show mercy

Where there is division, help us to build a lasting peace

And where there are failed hopes, we plead 

that our spirit never be broken

Grant us O God the blessing,

that together, as many and as one, our better angels prevail

that our history, though replete with transgressions,

may shine ever brighter with each rising day

as we forge  for our children, and  for our children's children

a future of better tomorrows

Amen

by Amy Whittlesey
Sunday, November 15, 2015

Phoebe mine:

If my name was Genghis

If I wore a sword

If I ran with horses

and led a mighty horde

I would surely keep my children

close upon my breast

and sing them softly lullabies

near our tender nest

But alas my name is woman

no sword to guard our rest

and Genghis stole my daughter

he's put her to the test

I can hear her silent crying

in my dreams and when I wake

a hollow ghostly screaming

she’s un-allowed to make

A golden horde surrounds her

a captive she must smile, in

a carnival of horrors

performing at her trial

My Phoebe can you hear me ?

you beat in mama's time

look up and see the stars

they are yours and they are mine

Henry

Henry wher’d you go, I
thought I heard your
whisper
in that willow, my

eyes blind to you
in mind, yet
my heart
sees you move

across the floor your
gait, your groove
oh how I know
your pace, that face

so out of place in
this world we know
brother why’d you go and
leave me here, alone

if I could have you
back again, I’d sell myself
my life, my limb just
to feel your gaze and then

we’d be us
and you would see, the
whys of why
you couldn't leave

Canary in the Coal Mine (for Ryan)

A canary in a golden cage
counting down it's shackled days
stills it's wandering wings

The lark sublime makes holy ground
where air and beak but make a sound
and stills the souls of men

With dappled yellow feathers pied
the bird makes melodies that rise
to still the heart of God

The gilded cage is carried low
down and down and down they go
as shadows longer,larger grow

The carrier descending deep
as silent stillness creeps and creeps
the bird is watching wondering

What place is this where no light shines
no breeze descends deep in a mine
what aire can darkness make?

The miner sits upon a mound
made by men as dying ground
where secret spells are cast

He sets the cage down at his side
and waits to hear the song subside
this cave now their domain

The yellow bird with laboring breast
heaves and sighs to find it's breath
but broken hearts don't sing

The silent knell is deafening