A Handful of Words - C.E. Vance (best business books of all time .TXT) 📗

class="center">Shaded locks of flaxen

shimmer for a wind,

Eyes with heaven's blue

beauty without end

 

Angel lacking fault

soul for my light

Meaning for life,

a love so right

 

C.E.Vance

Path to Kingdom

Journey toward home,

approaches new day

morning in greeting,

light guiding the way

 

Horizons in dawn,

all color filled skies

placid 'scapes abound,

before weary eyes

 

Ensue within sleep,

wakening defined

Heavenly whispers,

call to soul and mind

 

Spirits of kindred,

offering their hands

beckon come follow,

beyond worldly spans

 

Perhaps just a dream,

shadows from the past

memories held dear,

upon the breath's last

 

Plush are the meadows,

sweet flowers in bloom

the path to glory,

just outside the room

 

A promise to rise,

in kingdom of gold

perfection one sought,

the truth as foretold

 

C.E.Vance

Pallid Son

Winds of change blow every day;

whirling gusts fashion horizon’s hues

Flaming colors tinge the dusking light;

tranquil luster lends sun’s setting views

Shadows whisper wavered speech;

careening in silence as breezes sigh

Darkness follows with amber’s wane;

blackened velvet shrouds the sky

 

Kingdom of Heaven looking down;

slumbering children begin to rise

Twinkling specks of distant lights,

awakened slowly are angelic eyes

Sapphires emitting shimmered blue,

pallid son of twilight, called the moon

Clustered jewels blink in ebon sky,

less grains sparkle on a desert’s dune

 

Timely count of eternal sands,

measure like ages for the land

Knowledge of the unknown sums,

just a trickle to creation planned

Shining stars from high above,

infinite numbers of flickering show

Dustings across the vast universe,

changing winds rise but never blow

 

Beneath the showers of endless glint,

spirits eternal made with Heaven’s might

Sifted sands through loving hands,

molded are children in God’s own light

Immortal souls from breath and dust,

each grain taken from celestial dunes

Destined to become are angelic eyes,

outshining a pallid son called the moon

 

C.E. Vance

 

Newfound Wings

Into an awaiting eternal embrace,
flew an angel on newfound wings
Departure came during mid of night,
with offerings of everlasting dreams

Slumber found in arms of paradise,
cradled in comfort to Heaven's keep
Serenity found amid other angels,
deserved tending is yours in sleep

In gathered sorrow the children cried,
forever our love travels with you
New to Heaven but not to us,
on newfound wings our angel flew

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Mother's Eyes

Alight with dreams in a mirroring mist,

beyond each day her children's futures exist

Treasures in plenty for the souls of wise,

comes the whispers from a mother's eyes

 

Always fresh linens to embellish the beds,

softest of pillows to comfort their heads

With cuddles prompting the peace filled nights,

a last day's kiss graces dawn's purist lights

 

From cradle until eternity slips away,

her love follows with never a delay

Throughout the years, placed in heart to hold,

reasons for life - she watches unfold

 

Giving her all in the lull of a song,

counting blessings -- the years pass along

Simplest of things always seemed worthwhile,

prayers were offered on an endearing smile

 

Laying her head in everlasting rest,

nestled comfort upon an angel's breast

Like the children taken to her own,

the dreams of heaven now leads to home

 

Mother I see you in my dreaming mists,

throughout my days your future exists

Treasures are plenty for a soul of wise,

I am a whisper from my Mother's eyes

 

C.E.Vance

 

Mother's Children

Viewed before a mothers eyes
forever a child in her embrace
From swaddled dreams and lullabies
years pass beyond the cradle’s lace

In ardent heart her children dwell
time is forgotten in mother's care
Aging shadows and streaks of gray
she offers no less love to share

In youth were cuddled babes to breast
undaunted memories for seasons gone
Sometimes a tear from hidden face
falls with an image of yesterday's dawn

Laughter of children from fondest dreams
whisk her away to longed places of lure
A moment’s weep sanctioned with smile
reminds us her love will always endure

Viewed before a mother’s eyes
beloved children never grow old
To all she offers lulling comfort
cradled in arms that never unfold

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Mother and Child

Without waver surrenders the heart of a child;

babe cradled in arms lulls to a mother's mild

Whispery soft cuddles just beckon for more;

snuggled each to breast - lies perfection to adore

 

Souls entwined with each morning’s dawn,

together as one while Heaven looks on

Radiance delivered for light of new day,

beneath the moon gleams their haloed display

 

In likened smiles, granted graces provide,

a share of hearts - where two angels reside

Gifted in favor with love that is blessed,

mother and child snuggle quietly in rest

 

C.E.Vance

Meadow's Morn

Dew's glint sparkles for spring's early morn;

dawn's blue skies host an emerging sun

Teamed with light, moist grasses shimmer,

gemmed droplets form on a web being spun

 

In yonder waking, perched birds join in choir;

songs sweetly welcome arrival of  the day

Soft breezes rustle through leafing limbs;

upon stirred winds flowers share their bouquet

 

Along forest edge to the end of the meadow,

stretches petaled rainbows sprinkled with dew

Hovered by flutter of delicate wings,

butterflies chase each colorful hue

 

Drifting to tunes from nestling songsters,

blossom's nectar guides their destined way

Misted trails untouched by passing shadows,

are traced aloft and followed across the ley

 

Huddled in shallows amid green blades,

eyes warily peer within the trampled bed

Outward the gaze is keen to malice,

mother of fawn holds in quieted stead

 

Hushed nudging relays unspoken words,

gently it whispers loving thoughts to share

In warmth of morning's golden touch,

babe nuzzles closely inside the birthing lair

 

Opened with blinks with reflection of sun,

a new glint sparkles from moistened eyes

In green meadow amidst dew's shimmer,

another twinkle for morn's blue skies

 

C.E. Vance

 

 

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