Christmas Light

Candles burning clear and bright.
Shadows dancing ‘pon the wall.
Celebrating Christmastime.
Having a great Yuletide ball.

Enhancing the arena,
Candlelight is no small means—
Its deep and mystique aura
Brightening the Christmas scene.

Beautiful the dazzling glow,
Etching imprints ‘pon the mind.
Gingerly the mem'ries flow,
Casting Christmas for mankind.
Happy flames all burning bright,
Celebrating the true Light.
© 2017 Walterrean Salley

Enduring thanks to George Schulz for making Charlie Brown and the Peanuts Gang forever a part of the Christmas Tapestry.

Love Abides

Knowledge vanishes.
Foundations decay.
Age matures,
And relations give way.
But love never sways.

Life is a vapor.
And time flees.
Though rivers end
And brooks cease,
Love will be.

Beauty fades,
And desires fail.
Tales end,
And paths grow dim,
But love is certain.

Leaves wither,
And days grow dark.
Flowers fade,
And souls depart.
But love is an ever-fixed mark.

Snow melts.
Even stars will die.
And the future is as uncertain
As the tide.
But love abides.
© 1996 Walterrean Salley

Will You Love Me Then

When the body is old
And out shape,
And the hair thins,
And the teeth shake,
Will you love me then?

When the hair is gray
From years well spent,
And the back is arched,
And the knees are bent,
Will you love me then?

When the tummy pouches
And the belly bulges,
As wrinkles surface
And the chin nudges,
Will you love me then?

When steps are shortened
As gait slows,
And strength diminishes
As weakness grows,
Will you love me then?

With eyes on the table
And teeth in a glass,
While together
Reminiscing the past,
Will you love me then?

When I grunt getting up
And groan sitting down,
And it takes me an hour
To turn around,
Will you love me then?

Will you love me
Through storm and rain?
Through joy and sorrow?
Poverty or gain?

Through sickness and health
To life’s uncertain end—
Will you still love me?
Will you love me then?
© 1996 Walterrean Salley

A Stray Rabbit

A strange soul
Comes at dawn
To claim his spot
On my lawn.
He lays and sleeps—
Such little stray.
Then at daylight,
Hops away.
But first he eats
His breakfast there,
Where, chewing grass,
He sumptuously fair.
Then goes along
His merry way,
But then returns
By end of day.
© Walterrean Salley

The Fog

The fog is an illusion—
A master of disguise,
Which hides the tangible
Before our very eyes.

But when the fog has lifted
Everything’s still there,
And the tangible
Only seemed to’ve disappeared.

In the early morning
Or late at night,
The fog descends
Upon various sites.

It gives an air of mystery
That has long prevailed.
Dangerously intriguing
Is the fog’s foggy veil.
© 2009 Walterrean.Salley

Sleep Little Baby

Sleep little baby, sleep tonight.
Smile—be happy with never a fright.
Lay in my arms and gently rest;
To soothe your brow, I will caress.

Sleep little baby, sleep till the morn.
Sweet be thy dreams, smiles to adorn.
Rest in my bosom sleep thro' the night
Till dawn arises with a kiss of light.

I am right here, you're never alone;
And I'll be there till the dark is gone.
I will be there to right every wrong,
To calm you with words and a song.

Sleep little babe, sleep well tonight—
With never a worry and never a fright.
© Walterrean Salley

Almighty Deliverer, save our nation—
The land that you have given us.
The heritage of our fathers,
Founded upon a godly trust.

Our banner waves against the sky,
Stars and stripes flying high.

Though storm clouds rage,
The hope of the ages
Will ever be our Light—
To go before and guide the way
That we shall not fear the night.

FOOTNOTE: This is Psalm-30, taken from my collection of original psalms. It is a Prayer-Psalm: a hymn for the nation in the wake of 911. And it continues to be my prayer for the nation today. Pray for America.

In Heaven...

Someday the poor will flour’sh.
Hunger shall cease to be.
The lame will leap for joy.
The groping blind shall see.
Paralytics made whole--
What a glorious sight.
The prisoner of death
Shall live in perfect light.
Age will be no factor,
For time shall be no more.
Shadowy nights are banned
From that glorious shore.

The dumb will plainly talk
And sing aloud with glee.
The crippled, they shall walk
And stroll the crystal sea.
The lowly and downcast,
Who now must poorly fare,
Shall be duly honored
With grand dignity there.

No gurney is needed.
No wheelchair, walker, cane.
No medics are needed,
For there will be no pain.
Prosthetics and braces
Eyeglasses, crutches too
All are barred from heaven
Where everything is new.
There will be no sickness,
Poverty, stride, nor strife.
But only peace and health,
Love and eternal life.
(c) 1999 w. salley
(Revised 10/2016)