A moon beam visited me last night
It danced across the room
I watched with childish glee
A piece of silver moon
It danced and spun across the wall
And on my face as I lay there
It kissed my lips and brushed my cheek
And haloed in my hair
It ran up my arm
It landed in my hand
A little voice said to me
"Catch me if you can"
I felt delight, with moonbeams flight
A blessing from above
An angel sent it to me
Filled with heavens love
�2006, Deborah Benson
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Journey thru life
whoever you are
seeing, learning, changing...BE
A tiny mote
an instant life
time grows to maturity
We enter life
we struggle through
shaped by our surroundings
A mother�s love
a gentle touch
secure in family wholeness
Children playing
family praying
our souls and spirits nurtured
We learn, we grow
some fail - some soar
challenged in many ways
Nature's beauty
lifts our hearts up
bidden caretakers are we
Gentle kindness
in every step
a wish for the world�s mankind
Lofty dreams still
our hope beats strong
what e�re happens, right the wrong
When all else fails
and despair sets in
raise your eyes, just pray again
He will listen
hears every word
Hold His hand ... Circle of life
�2006, Deborah Benson
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The sea recedes
With songs and tales...
Fantasy and mysteries
The sea recedes
and leaves behind
the sands of distant shores
of broken hearts
and the legends
that they bore
and castles in the sky
of love and war... how women wait
for the men who fight and die
and leaves behind
its sands of distant shores
all is one as life is shared
and can be nothing more
�2004, Deborah Benson
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I retain the tears of childhood in my eyes
Yearning for things I will never find on earth
It is a battle with the past obstacles...
that sometimes keeps me from You
Disappointments, danger, and grief
My sorrow is the mystery that surrounds me
Doubt tortures me
Uneasiness never lets me rest
Hate does not create...
it destroys self and others
Teach me to love and forgive
Protect me from lethargy of soul
Give me unshaken faith
For after the trivial view of this earthly life
I shall see the unlimited horizons
�2004, Deborah Benson
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We place happiness
We cry in despair
Cold heart numbed
on earthly success
Sorrow and anxieties
oppress us
We wander too far
Our sins hide the
face of truth
Bitter tears flow for
our own selfs' soul
Send a ray of mercy
Let our hearts forgive
�2004, Deborah Benson
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If we had one more tomorrow
If we had one more tomorrow
If we had one more tomorrow
If we had one more tomorrow
Would we walk in the woods
Hold hands and feel content
Would we say all the things
That needed saying
Would we feel a wanting
Would we see sunshine
Clouds with warming rain
Would we smell fresh flowers
Feel the ocean's spray
Taste the salt
Would our differences
Be resolved
Would anger melt away
Would spoken words tell
Of love and forgiveness
Would there be no tears of pain
Would we sleep with peaceful smiles
Could we live these words?
�2002, Deborah Benson
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I wrote this about a terrific cat I had named Beezer
The morning sun came shining thru
In his mouth he softly held
The little mouse ran in fright
He never hurt a single thing
It made a puddle on the floor
There he came, my Beezer cat
Struttin' thru the door
A furry little mouse
He turned around put it down
And strutted from the house
As my Beezer cat looked on
His heart gentle like
A summer's breeze
Playful as a song
No ifs ands or buts
Ain't no cat like my boy
When he does the
Beezer Strut
�2002, Deborah Benson
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Her praise is scored
Prose and poems
Her beauty, her smile
She flew thru life
Her praise is scored
By quill and pen
She's broken the hearts
Of many young men
Written, full of pain
Breaking their hearts
Again and again
Scored in song
Her loving ways
A heart gone wrong
At lightning speed
Loving them all
Filling her need
By quill and pen
The muse of poets
Heartbreaker of men
�2002, Deborah Benson
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