Category: Inspirational Poetry

Goodnight My Love

April 25, 2025

I wrote this poem one night, after a friend of mine lost her husband. I never gave it to her, fearing that it might be a difficult read, with her heart so tenderized. I’m posting it now, hoping that someday, a person might relate to it and obtain some comfort. Louisa

Night sky full moon

Goodnight my love, wherever you are,
In heavens sanctuary far.
I rest upon the bed we shared,
Our arms entwined, content and blessed.
This weary day draws to an end.
I find myself now once again—reminiscing.
Of all the memories I recall,
The ones I miss the most of all,
Are the simple things you did…
How strange that they still mean so much!
I treasure your nearness within my heart,
Where tenderly you remain.
Someday in the Father’s time,
His heavenly hand will reach for mine,
He’ll bring me to that place where you reside.
So, when my heart is filled with grief
And loneliness mere words could never describe,
I will feed my soul with hope,
And cling to the promises His word provides.
A time for quietude draws near.
The day is done, the moon shines clear.
A nightingale sings soft and sweet.
It woos my soul to rest and sleep.
Upon night’s gentle wave I float,
With thoughts of you, I miss you so…
Goodnight my love, wherever you are,
In heaven’s sanctuary far.

Songs of Praise

April 25, 2025
A sedge warbler

A little bird perched in a tree,
Broke forth in pleasant harmony.
With such abandonment her sang,
A joyous musical refrain.
His heart seemed ever full and sure.
His song was beautiful and clear.
He seemed to sing it for the King,
A Higher source that ruled and reigned.
For somehow, I distinctly knew,
The Spirit’s breath must have blown through,
And touched this tiny, feathered form.
His Presence lingered in the song.
I marveled at creative ways,
The Lord will fill the earth with praise.
How often does He stir and speak,
In ways we humans fail to see?
The wonderous songs of birds above,
The chirp of crickets, croak of frogs.
The gallant horse that gallops through,
The waving grass that sings in tune.
The harmony found in the sea,
As whales and dolphins freely spray,
Among the thundering waves—that
Offer their uproarious praise.
While looking at the world He made,
We often fail to see the grace,
And hear the sounds creation makes.
To life in royal majesty,
Outstanding praises for the King.

THE MASTER’S PATH

December 1, 2024
brown wooden percussion instruments

Close the door to what haunts you, your fears from the past.
A new door has opened, Eternity’s path.
This path was created, before there was time.
Carved in it are footprints, with your feet in mind.
Each step, please listen and follow My lead.
This path was created for your life, your needs.
The words of a Poet will draw you along,
To the place where the Master of music and song,
Inspires your heart; your soul, it will sing,
The songs of His Kingdom, the words of the King.
His rhythm will woo you; He’s calling you near
With the beat of His heart and the noise from His lyre.
His passion and fire swell into a song,
Lifting higher and higher, majestic and strong.
He calls through His Spirit.  He knocks at your door.
Listen hard, listen closely, follow and know:
In Him are the answers to all of your needs.
His path reveals treasures, visions and dreams.
Submit to His music, dance with His call…
Move to the ultimate beat of His pulse.
Say NO to the past, to what held and what bound!
His door is wide open.  He’s playing your song.