John De Witch's Poetry Page

Love…Is by John M. Stencel

Love…is
the song in my heart
when you laugh,
the sun on my skin
when you smile,
the salt on my lips
when you cry.

Love…is
infinite in scope and
patience -
it sees no black or white
but rather it sees them both,
and it knows that
All includes the colours in between.

Love…is
answers without need of questions,
truth without need of faith,
life without need of death,
ternity without need of time.

Love…is
bonds without need of ties or locks,
acceptance without need of blame,
understanding without need of why.
but most of all,
Love…is.





The Dream by John M. Stencel

In a dream I saw
a mountain top,
God smiled and bade me,
"Go!
Meet the armies of the world
for no more blood shall flow."

The path unrolled before me,
a rhapsody of hate. I felt
tomorrow coming and bowed
beneath its weight.

At times I longed to quit for home
(what use for God had I?),
but something seemed to pull me on
to seek,
if not
to die.

'Til the day I stood
in wonder, the mountain lay ahead.
I stumbled to the summit
guided,
pushed
and led.

My eyes beheld
a magic sight -
the armies vast
below.
I spoke to them
of God's decree,
I smiled and bade them,
"Go!"

To the corners of the world
returned they to their lives.
Time had stolen what once had been
husbands,
children,
wives.

Strange faces wore familiar
names, less known than those they'd fought.
God looked at me and
sadly smiled,
"Ironic, is it
not?"