Preston Hardie Poems

Darkness cries for light Light comes shining through Abstract shadows come and go Hope is calling you A steady stream of people Call for light to come But while each hides a face from God The darkness blocks the sun Inside you blindness lingers It's fingers wrap around your soul You reach for the door Any way out Listen to God, to what you've been  told Light prevails while darkness dies Stop the madness, stop the lies Turn your face toward God and then The light will shine on you again

The sky is the color of dirt and night It's burnt sienna and light blue The sun is taking it's time I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive Give to the sky my darkest questions Give to the world my deepest soul Give to change what change will cost Give to empty the right to know Changes moving up the ladder of the day Mounds of fresh earth piled high A question in each head on the street as they pass me by Now the pink sun of the early morning sky Changes sweeping me along every minute The picture goes on without me I want it to stop but it won't I'm in it Love to the sky

Joyous praise Our days are numbered Old and young Our hearts unencumbered Grey birdless sky Occasionally sighs Night is falling Signs around us Gathered in rags and finery Touching power raging on endlessly Homeless streets, temperatures dropping Nothing is stopping joyous praise Crowds huddled as one As praise moves from inside Through heart mended fingers Frozen minds thaw knowing joyous praise Flowing through a quiet heat Beating hearts heard on the street Through alive eyes the vision is sweet People walking on fire with joyous praise Survive to pray another day Giving people the power In this, our finest hour Energy sings electric People start to move toward joyous praise Better days to come Sidewalk sympathy falls like dust But joyous praise brings life Reality reigns through the night All is quiet, God is here We are one The poet falls silent; picks up her pen A song filled with joyous praise