The Artist

I've heard it said
We're made of clay,
In God's great plan
What better way
For mothers like my very own
To mold and shape-
For she alone
With artistic vend,
Partakes a task without end.

Her hands and heart are never still,
she plays the clay against the will,
And blends and tints with rosy hue,
Resulting in the me and you.
This she does for many years,
The clay is moist with mother's tears.
Then each grandchild becomes an heir
Its busy hands ever there
Again to shape with rosy hue,
My mother starts her task anew.


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My Friend

The soul-like light
That makes you shine,
And stand apart, oh friend of mine,
Goes not unoticed.

I can only bless the day
The paths we traveled did convey
A kindred feeling we could share,
Finding love and laughter everywhere.

Comparing things like recipes.
Or children's happenings that please-
Happy time we often share-
Yet when I'm blue, you're always there.


©2003 Christy Schaller

Warning-Anger!

Don't probe too deep,
Or you'll wake from its sleep
A giant!
A grotesque thing
Held in check by a string,
Termed by mast
An emotional triumph.

One day words awoke
Tho a soul groaned and spoke-
Not loud enough to forestall disaster.
A warning ignored-
Oh Lord, Oh Lord,
Shut my ears from its hideous laughter.

As screaming and flaying
The thing broke free,
In its birth left a shell-
It was me!

Dripping with anguish
Utter dispair!
Where was reason?
Only I was there.


©2003 Christy Schaller

Fools They

The sun was high
And love was new,
But youth is stupid
Their quarrel was too.


The noonday sun
Was warm and gay
As two people
Battled life away.


The evening seen
Showed each stubborn head
White and deiant
As the years sped.


At long last
The sunfinally set,
On two lovers-
Who never should have met.


©2003 Christy Schaller

Not One Thing

Perhaps the hour
God made the flowers,
The birds began to sing
For every man or bird or beast
Life is not one thing.


Perhaps the day
You went away,
Winds and earthquakes
Took their toll.


I cannot imagine
How your going,
Could shake
Just one human soul.


©2003 Christy Schaller

Parting

Your voice no longer holds a caresss,

Your manner no longer spells tenderness

Mistakes made together no longer are shared.

They're "your fault" or "my fault"

No words have been spared.

What have we now but lives alone?

A flesh that is ill-

A heart that is stone.


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Silent Sounds

The sound of a breaking heart

Is like no sound ever heard,

An inward whispered agony-

No moan, no cry, no word....


©2003 Christy Schaller

Contagion

I've tried to help you, my dear friend,
Delved into my feelings, tried to pretend
Myself in the same situation.
Now I have the grim sensation
Of getting the blues-
Please turn about,
Return the advice so freely given out.


©2003 Christy Schaller

I Meant To

My life's been full of meant tos-

Some were good and some bad

I've meant to write letters-

Some I wish I never had.



The bills I meant to pay

Are often over due

The little "thank yous" that I owe

Fall by the wayside too.



The friends I meant to call on

So often move away,

And if you can believe it,

This is another "meant to" day!


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Soul Music

The rugged real is hard to flee,
But music soft soothes such as we.
A scented pine, a trill of birds
Can set our world more right than words
And though fulfillment is our aim,
It must unfold sometimes with pain.


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"Forgive Them"

God looked at His vast oceans,

And all He could behold

Were ships and planes with bombs and guns,

And men whose hearts were cold.



God searched His great lands

And much that He did find

Was lust and greed and death,

And loved ones left behind.



God shook His head in anguish,

And heard the words anew,

"Forgive them God, my Father,

They know not what they do."


Nation wide contest-First prize winner
Published in Antholoty
First Prize $25.
Christy Schaller
414 S. Landfair Apt. 5
Los Angeles 24, Cal.
FORGIVE THEM

Peace

How can I write of peace

When all I know is war?

How can I describe a feeling

I've never felt before?



Ask me about a prayer,

Or a yearning, if you will,

Ask about sweet silence

When all the guns are stilled.



Walk with me across

An unblemished green expanse

Unmarred by bombs and dying men,

A place where freedoms cance.



Where hearts and hands of all are joined,

And apathy is nil,

Where men behave with dignity,

And hate is ever still.



These are the thoughts,

Though buried deep,

Which live in the hearts

Of all who seek--


Peace

Rest

The weight of the day

Like your own in a pool,

Suddenly melts, as the night grows cool.

The wind brushes your cheek,

Stars in the air

Float softly earthward,

Their beauty to share.

Thoughts fall away-

Adding to rest,

The earth holds her own,

Creation is blessed.


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A Sonnet In Space

I dreamed a dream above dispair,

My thoughts went cruising way up there

In outer space.

Once in orbit, they whirled so fast

I felt their movement rushing past,

No longer seeming part of me,

From weight and worry I was free.

No cheering crowd watched their pace,

Nor was there an appointed time or place.

Where raft, ship or even plane

Would save them from the stinging pain

Of reality.

I alone, awaited their descent,

A reunion most diffident.


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Bird In Flight

To soar and glide

And sweep aside

With strong white wings,

All earthly things.



To breath the air

So clean and new,

And with clear eyes

The beauty view.



To feel the color

Of coming spring,

To own a heart

That wants to sing.



To know pure joy

And have no bound,

To live aloft

In freedom found.


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The Rose and the Tear

Glistening on the rose,

Was the morning dew so clear,

But as I touched the petals

It fell, as does a tear.

The rose looked at me repoachfully

As if she were not mine,

I had robbed her of her moment

Of closeness with the divine.



My mood went on undaunted,

The morning's happinesss was near,

My eager hands reached to hold it,

It trembled, as the tear.

Give each glad thing its freedom,

The beauty of that hour

Will be God's greatest gift,

As the dew to the flower.


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The Mountain

I lie serene in the morning sun

Multi-colored as Joseph's coat,

With as many moods and seams

To some, I am majestic

Deep in thought and tone.

To others, I have shown my colors

Pitting my strength agains their own,

Revealing my weakness

As men too grow faint.

Be wary, oh stranger, of sleeping dangers

Disguised as tranquility.

Though I often give-to compensate I take.

As wintry blasts infuriate

So do the struggles of little men.

Exhausted and prone I lie-

In the promise of spring.

Men believe me-

I lie waiting, majestic

And marvel at their daring.

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Depth

The waves alive, beyond control

Like the feelings of a mortal soul

Swell and break!

Emotion spent,

Repent--

Sigh, and rejoin the sea

To fulfill their destiny.



The spray that bursts upon the rock

As inner man,

Desires the shock

Of release!

Momentarily, wild and free

Defying the beckoning sea,

Yet knowing strength it must regain

It falls into the sea again.



Dare we say the sea has failed

Its stability assailed

Because from depth it swells to break

Causing turbulence in its wake

To free the spray?



Men choose action like the sea

Rise and fall with dignity,

And as the spray upon the shore,

Regain capacity once more.


©2003 Christy Schaller

Mood Music

A mood most whimsical

Danced through the room,

Though strangely it cast

A shadow of gloom.



Its movements were graceful

Its gestures though quick

Were mocked by its shadow,

The mood had been tricked.



Its freedom most gleeful

Was held by desire,

The mood in all truth

Its shadow inspired.



©2003 Christy Schaller

Day Dreams

Feathers drifting aimlessly,

Light as the breeze

Which whips them skyward.

Wanderers each, undirected,

Free, soaring, undetected.


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