Category: God

A Burning Heart – A Sonnet

A Burning Heart – A Sonnet

O that within me dwells a burning heart
That blazes like a bonfire on the shore
When twilight comes the purple colors soar
As lemon rays of daylight soon depart —
O that the light find I when darkness starts
And warmth when winter chills me to the core
With light and warmth I could not ask for more
For of life’s miracles take I a part.

O stand and see and for the old paths ask
Walk on in paths that lead to the good way
Beside you will be Truth, the Way, the Life
To give your soul the rest in midst of strife
Your heart will burn with love in night and day,
Through seasons, light and warmth to guide your tasks.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

Thus says the Lord: Stand in the ways and see, And ask for the old paths, where the good way is, And walk in it; Then you will find rest for your souls. But they said, ‘We will not walk in it.’ – Jeremiah 6:16 NKJV

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To the Living Among Us All

To the Living Among Us All

My soul dwells secure
in pleasant mountains
Creator-carved,
where cloud-sent rains
descend to quench
desiccated tongues
and rays of molten sun
embrace the evening-cold
shoulders —

What little matters to some
are minuscule,
momentary dewdrops
adrift
in endless possibilities,
whirling from the gift
of measured life-breaths
apportioned
to the living among us all —

every sacred
miraculous moment
of what we call
today.

D. G. Vachal © 2015, 2025

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Emeralds and Sand


Emeralds and Sand

Upon the sand will I not build my house
for when rains descend and floods overflow,
the winds will howl and beat upon its walls
and it will crumble, great will be its fall

I need no chandeliers, nor porcelain
china, hand-painted with silver and gold,
no dinner dainties with a fattened ox,
content am I to dine on herbs with love.

I seek a shelter strong with warmth and light
where rains and winds and floods can’t topple down
and love burns bright in apple wood hearth fires
and nightingale songs fill the evening air —-

Upon solid rock will I build my house,
there will I find emeralds and rubies.

D. G. Vachal © 2024