Four Poems

By [http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Marieta_Maglas]Marieta Maglas
CHOOSE THE ETERNAL LIFE
The last day you see the sun is not an illusion,
It's really your last day.
Most people do not even know about their last day,
But you know it.
This day you will die.
Most people do not know about their death,
But you know it.
So many people walk around with a meaningless life
And many people use religion as a mean of quieting their fear of death.
The Lord had mercy on you,
The Lord has told you what is good.
Once you had no identity,
Now you are God's child.
God has mercy on whomever he chooses.
He chose you this way.
Many people are sinners
And many people die without getting past this point.
The Bible clearly teaches that all people have sinned -- except Jesus.
Jesus Christ died on the cross for sinners.
You can also believe in being baptized to show obedience,
To take upon you the name of Christ
And to become a member of His Church.
You can go to Heaven
Pure as a white lily.
You still can go to Heaven.
Try to understand what happened to you.
Try to understand your own reasons for doing what you did
And the reason why the Son of God took a human form.
Christ loved you and gave himself as a sacrifice to take away your sins.
"Turn away from your sins and live."
For you have been called to live in freedom,
Don't choose the freedom to satisfy your sinful nature,
But the freedom to serve one another in love.
It is your last day
Don't be blind this day.
Don't eat anything.
Give your meal to others.
It's a day of prayers
As Christchurch mourns its dead.
Choose the eternal life.
THE WORDS
Sometimes your words are mixed
With words unsaid yet,
By changing their deep of meaning.
They turn me into something,
That you do not want me to become.
It's an escape from myself
Into my deep inside.
I run from you into my depth.
And this escape save me
In a certain place,
Where nothing changes.
Those that can save me there are
Either the memories,
Or the forms of air,
Or the forms in forms...
THE RAVEN OF EDGAR POE
We need only time
To undergo metamorphosis....
The girl and the old woman
Keeping an eye on each other;
The raven screaming, solemnly:
-Nevermore!
O, the raven of Edgar Poe,
Which had guessed
Their secret...
THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB
In spring the blossom on the blackthorn and the lily is the same,
There in the shepherd lands,where I stayed to think of Your name.
I heard the lamb's voice, when I passed the long grass in that field,
Waiting the bleating of the lamb and waiting by You to be healed.
I saw a flash of light more white, than I had ever seen before,
Descendant deep inside, until I perceived Your divine chore.
And when I heard the angel's song in the darkness over all,
I understood that You would pass to break inside my wall.
But You showed me only all the sins I have and all I did in vain,
You left me, but I would stay waiting You to come again.
And if I'm green and happy, even tired, and yet alive I am
It is because white is my soul and red is Your blood of lamb.
Marieta Maglas
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