Poetry by

Linda Lince  

 
SOARING EAGLE

 Into the star lit night, he doth flew.   
Majestic Wings unfurl, as gentle breezes blew.
Cries deep into the night.
Open up heavens light.
Higher and higher he flew.
Going to places, only he knew.
He had waited upon the lord, to give him strength.
A wing span, that was great in length.
Mounted with the wings of an Eagle. He could now fly.
The night shined with heaven's light. High in the Angelic sky.
Pain is all but lost. He could run, and not be weary.
He could walk and not be faint. Life no longer dreary.
All that was past him now. As he basked in heavens light.
Free from all the suffering. Rising above to new heights.
A new beginning awaits a heavenly soul. In the distant thunder rolls.
As he enters heavens fold.

Linda Lince

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Time

                      

Time can be measured in many ways.
Minutes, seconds, hours, by the tick of a clock.
Months ,days, years, by a calendar.
We walk or run though life, letting time guide the way.
Forgetting things if we don't write them down.
Seems there's never enough time in one day.
The measurement of time is how we get things done.
Schedules tell us where we have to be.
They tell us what to do next in our hectic life.
To every thing there is a season.
Everything has a meaning or reason.
A time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die.
Nothing last forever.
Each tick of the clock is time lost.
A time to plant a time to harvest.
Love is like a plant, it needs to be cared for.
There is a time to kill, and a time to heal.
There is time to break down, time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to mourn, a time to dance.
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time not to embrace.
A time to get and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to cast away.
A time to rend and a time to sew.
A time to keep silent ,a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time of war and a time of peace.
When is the time, to believe.
When is the time, to see the work of the Lord.
Do you have the Lord written in to your schedule?
If you do then I hope you keep that appointment.
How much time did you schedule?
I'm sure to you it seems like it was a lot of time.
In God's schedule book, I'm sure he can squeeze you in.
Giving you as much time as you gave him.
An hour each Sunday gives you fifty two hours a year.
That's if you keep your appointment.
So many things happen at the last minute schedules change.
Sleeping in, a golf game, a sports show.
I'm sure that God understands, he can reschedule for another time.
There will be a time for you to explain.
It's called judgment day. That's God's time.
Then you can explain how you had no time for even a prayer.
See God's time is eternity, long enough for the excuses.
Then again every thing has its time.
Will your time be in heaven or hell.
It's your call, it's your time to choose what to do with your time.
If you choose not to have time for God.
He chooses not to have time for you.
Life is a gift from God, the right to choose is another gift.
When judgment day comes I hope you get to dance.
Wings to help you swirl and clouds beneath your feet.
  

 Linda M Lince

   January 25,2003
                                                                                                    
              Ecclesiastes chapter 3 verse 1-8 revised to poem         

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ROADS
 

Sometimes,
our Journey in life,
takes us across some ruff roads.
While others seem to travel on easy street.
The ruff road, has lots of bumps. turns and curves.
What we remember the most, on our Journey is the people we meet.
Life has no guaranties.
The road we travel is our destiny.
The choices we make along the way, is the pavement we lay.
Our actions often speak louder than what we might say.
Never looking back, always foraging on in life.
We can not see, the road we built, never knowing its cost.
Paving the way for others to follow.
Making the journey less weary for those that are lost.
One day your journey must end.
Tired and weak, you wondering if you did it right.
The road hard traveled, sometimes in darkness, sometimes in light.
We have no way of knowing, if the road we traveled, was the right one.
we have little to direct us as we travel.
A blessed soul with a silent voice.
A hear to lead the way and a mind to make the choice.
The day your journey ends, is the answer that you sought.
It is then that you turn around and see the road you forged in life.
That road is not how you remember it. What you see is a beautifully paved road of gold. Flowers and a tree lined road, are the seeds you planted along the way.
The smiling faces are the friends you made along the way.
You wonder how this could be. The road seemed so hard, yet all you see is beauty.
The seeds planted were the words of the Lord.
Remembering all you had to say.
The road now paved makes the journey easy for others to follow,
the lost sleep now have found a way.
You will find, all roads lead to heaven, with Jesus in the drivers seat.
You just have to let him lead the way.

Linda M Lince
January 27, 2003

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   BETRAYAL

To some it's away of life. It's all they know.
It blankets them like new fallen snow.
Betrayal comes in many forms. Leaving in its wake nothing but pain.
Innocence lost to betrayal. Sometimes the cost is life. Its goal is pain.
Are we all in some way a Judas? Silver or gold the cost.
Have we come so far that all is lost?
Armies and nations fall. Betrayal being the sin.
Is there nothing that we can believe in?
Have we come so far that we're all dunking in the same plate?
The plate of betrayal. Forcing the hand of fate.
Betrayal, was the guide. You ask how can this be?
Simple we forgot to believe.
What leads us or guides us to do such horrible deeds?
We blame lucifer, just because we can. The fall guy for our dastardly deeds.
If there was no lucifer who could we blame?
Could you do the right thing and atone your sins in shame?
Could you bow in prayer, ask forgiveness knowing you were wrong.
Could you humble your self enough to ask the Lord to make you strong?
The Lord asked what's it going to take for you to believe in me?
A son arms spread wide, asking it this is enough, to believe in me?
Blood spill's on the ground as a life is lost.
Jesus ask is this the cost? A father weeps at his loss.
A son looks to heaven. "Forgive them father they know not what they do."
His life for our sin's. A sword that pierced a loving heart through.
Watching a son crucified we still could not believe.
Redemption is yours said the lord. Just believe in me.
The betrayal is ours and ours alone.
The sins for which we must atone.

      Linda M Lince
      January 24, 2003  

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 HIDDEN LOVE

Two lovers secretly meet.
With loving arms they greet.
Eyes dance with a secret love.
Hearts flutter like a dove.
Bodies burn with desire.
Nothing can stop the fire.
Lips touch tender and sweet.
Time is not right, for them to meet.
With untold longing they leave.
This love can not be.
This love is hidden, they walk away.
Two lonely heart's longing to stay.
Life is never what it seems.
Two lovers wake from a dream.
If love could just be this way.
Both go about their day.
Each longing for something that can not be.
Each longing to be free.
The only love they have is in a dream.
Life is never what it seems.
Soul mates searching for each other. In the night.
Minds take on wings and fly into the night.
Where two lover secretly meet.
With loving arms they greet.

    Linda M Lince

  January 19 2003

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ROSES

She sat in the kitchen , worried her daughters first date. The prom.
No one to share her worries with. Anguish lied upon her face. She was a mom.
Her little girl all grown, wearing a prom dress and curl's waited for her date.
When had she grown. So many horror stories told about prom dates.
A single mom, left to raise a child. The norm these days.
Mom looking at her beautiful Angel. What could she say.
Words of advice and wisdom crossed her mind.
It's ok mother he's loving and kind.
A knock upon the door, startled and surprise brought smiles.
A man in uniform stood tall and proud at the door.
Brass buttons all polished and shined, as he entered the door.
To old thought the mother she can't go I can let her leave.
He smiled at her then handed her red roses.
A simple note, saying thank you, laid with the roses.
A corsage of white roses for his date.
He stayed and talked to her mother even thought they were late.
Her fears calmed she sent them on their way.
Tears in her eyes have fun is all she could say.
The roses were the most beautiful gift she had ever received.
She looked at him, honesty, trust worthy, he could be believed.
With genial manners he lead her out the door smiling. We won't be out late. 
She watched them leave her heart beating tears in her eyes her daughters first date.
Her daughter stood still while her mother fixed her wedding gown.
Her little Angel was leaving, marrying the soldier across town.
The door bell rang roses for mom is all the card said.
Tears fell as she took the box, two dozen roses all red.
Her Angel was marrying a good man. Happiness would soon be hers.
She walked her daughter down the isle, her father watched from heaven above.
Love shined with each I do. Through drawn swords they passed, a mist the doves.
Roses in a box a card that read for grandma. A bright smiled formed.
Her daughter had just given birth, a daughter is born.
She stood at the florist door. A lump in her throat, a tear stained face.
Why was this so hard she knew what she wanted. Her heart raced.
A daughter left in sorrow. She had to do this, it was for him.
Tears fell over eye lids all swollen and red. This task was so hard and grim.
A soldier dies on foreign soil. Is all the paper said.
They never knew, the man, that gave the roses to a mother, all of them red.
They never knew, the man, that calmed a mothers fears, with roses of red.
They never knew, the man, that gave yellow roses, for his loving wife.
They never knew, the man, that gave his daughter, her first rose.
He was a soldier first, he fought to keep us free. It was the life he chose.
A flag draped coffin laid in wait. The roses would have to be white and red.
A single yellow rose would be placed in his hand. To show the love they had.
Nothing else would do, roses to say goodbye.
She stood at the counter, roses she sighed.
The door bell rang, she answered. A box of roses laid in her hand.
The phone rang her daughter held roses in her hand.
One last order of roses. A card that read go on with life.
I'm with Jesus and I have a whole new life.
The florist didn't send the roses.
These were special roses.
They were delivered by heavenly angels.
Never fear I'm with you watching over my three angels.
A daughters first date. Roses arrive sent with love.
The roses this time were pure white, the card simply read, ‘A Fathers love'.

    Linda M Lince
     February 1,2003

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Letting Go


Life has but one purpose Death.
Life grows shorter with each breath.
Life has but only one goal to live.
To live one must do many things. One is to give.
Giving is the part of us that we share so our life goes on.
Giving creates memories and love so eternally we live on.
Never to be forgotten that we walked upon this earth.
Our minds learned and our eyes have seen Heaven and earth.
Nothing is greater in this world when two soul mates meet.
A perfect love created by God’s own hands. Through destiny they meet.
With true love time has no meaning, each second seems new.
Memories are what are left of the perfect love that soul mates knew.
Letting go is the hardest thing a person can do.
Leaving you is the last thing I want to do.
My body has out lived its use. I feel my time is near.
I see it in your eyes; my soul senses your fear.
Fear not for one of us must walk forward to prepare the way for the other.
I shall walk the path first and line it with our love for each other.
To many times your love has pulled me back from deaths door.
I come back tired and worn. My mind ask why I say love is what for.
Your fear of losing me forces me to stay.
My time has long past run out. Heaven is calling I can’t stay.
My body is tired it needs rest eternal rest.
I have given all I have to give. I pray it was the best.
This is the hardest thing I will ever have to do.
For now I must leave you.
Our faith and our love have always been with the Lord.
For this devotion heaven is our reward. Eternity, spent in heaven with our Lord.
It is but a short time we must part.
I will always be near just look into your heart.
There comes a time when we are all chosen to return home.
A time and place for our souls to roam.
Time in heaven is short I shall not miss you long.
A blink of an eye you’ll be back in my arms where you belong.
I wish I didn’t have to cause you this much pain.
The choice isn’t mine. Jesus says I have suffered enough pain.
Don’t burden your heart with sorrow, don’t cry for me. Life is for living.
Life is what you have left, until you’re called home. For our love please keep on living.
I will be with you everyday, you just can’t see me.
Our love will get you through all that has yet to be.
Keep the love of Jesus in your heart let it grow in your heart.
Time will bring us back together back to where our love was created from the start.
I must go now I go only on Faith. I carry with me nothing more then love it surrounds me.
The sting of death I do not feel God’s promise to me.
I wish you could see me soar or feel the wind beneath my heavenly wings.
In the distant I hear Heavenly Angels sing.
As I’m welcomed home Heavenly Angels wings unfurl.
As I step on heavens streets Angel wings close the Heavenly door as wings curl.
The riches I earned in life are the words I fed my hungry soul.
My sword against evil was the Bible that I hold.
I step softly on streets of gold.
It’s true everything we were told.
Believe in God, Keep Jesus in your heart.
As soul mates hearts once more meet where love starts.



Rev Linda M Lince
February 20, 2004




Matthew 5 verse 10, 11 and 12
Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil things against you falsely, for my sake.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.

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THE STORM

I STEP INNOCENTLY INTO THE DARKNESS OF A RAGING STORM.
I COVER A HEART THAT’S BATTERED AND WORN.
LIGHTING WHIPS AND LASHES ACROSS A DARKENED SKY.
THUNDER ROLLS ACROSS A BLACKENED SKY.
RAIN BEATS AGAINST ME UNTIL RAIN AND TEARS BECOME ONE.
I SHIVER FROM COLD AND FEAR AS I LISTEN FOR SOMEONE.
THE RAGING STORM IS THEIR TEMPER THAT CAUSES THE DARKNESS.
I PROTECT A HEART THAT ONCE HELD MANY DREAMS AND HAPPINESS.
LASHES OF WHIPS STRIKE WITH OUT WARNING THROUGH THE DARKNESS.
LOUD WORDS ROLL LIKE THUNDER NO WHERE TO HIDE NO WHERE TO REST.
I SEE THE RAIN IS MY BLOOD AS IT FLOWS FROM ME.
THE COLD AND FEAR IS MY LIFE AS IT DRAINS FROM ME.
I ACCEPT ALL THAT HAS BEEN GIVEN TO ME THE WEIGHT I MUST BEAR.
A CROWN OF THORNS THEY FORCE ME TO WEAR.
WHY HAS THY FATHER FORSAKEN ME?
I KNOW THIS IS WHAT IS MEANT TO BE.
FORGIVE THEM FATHER FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO.
TO REACH HEAVEN BELIEVE IN ME IS ALL YOU HAVE DO.
I AM THE SON OF GOD I HAVE TAKEN UPON ME YOUR SINS.
BELIEVE IN ME NOW AS I WASH AWAY YOUR SINS.
DENY ME IN LIFE, I WILL DENY YOU BEFORE THY FATHER.
I AM THE ONLY BEGOTTEN SON OF GOD THY FATHER.
I MUST RETURN HOME I RETURN TO HEAVEN THE HOLY GHOST.
I’M BUT A PRAYER AWAY FOR THOSE THAT NEED ME THE MOST.
MY BODY WILL BE LAID IN A TOMB THERE IS WILL RISE.
THE CHURCH DESTROY IN ONE DAY IS REBUILT IN THREE AS I RISE.
THE BODY IS THE CHURCH THE SOUL IS THE PATH TO HEAVEN.
I AWAIT ALL THOSE THAT BELIEVE IN ME. A HOME BUILT FOR YOU HERE IN HEAVEN.
RELEASE THE SINS AND WALK IN SIN NO MORE.
COME LIVE WITH ME FOR EVERMORE.




REV. LINDA M LINCE
 MARCH 8 2004

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 A MOTHER’ S SMILE


From God’s hands to a mother’s arms a child is given a mother smiles.
Time moves forever forward. Leaving in it path memories of a mothers smile.
From a child’s first step a mother knows that soon they will be on their own.
Each step taken brings a mothers smile even though she knows they’ll be on their own.
The bumps, the scrapes, the illness all healed with a mothers smile,
Forever the caregiver accepted with a mothers smile.
 
Each child has their own strength their own way of walking through life.
Some children never let go some need to hold on for a little while.
Some children try not to worry a mother seeking a mother’s smile as needed in their life.
All are there when a mother is in needed all seeking to make a mother smile.
Memories are taken out the dust brushed off as we remember life.
God watch’s as we remember when a mother smiles.
 
A mother’s roll in life is a hard one it’s filled with choices and need.
Sometimes there’s not enough mother to go around other times there to much.
A mother does the best she can praying a child understands she goes where the need.
Loving each child she has never trying to love too much.
Creating a balance based on a child’s mother need.
Praying along the way a child can stand alone in life with out a crutch.
 
A time comes in life when the child needs to help a mother smile.
A mother to the end she will look at you and say I love you.
Then it’s your turn to give your mother a smile.
Your turn to say I love you.
The flickering light of a smile dies.
Tears fall as a child cries.
 
We console each other in our grief.
A mother’s loving smile but a memory away.
Broken hearts filled with grief.
Someone says I’m telling mom you’d know what she would say.
Laughter breaks out as you smile.
Passed on was a mother’s smile.
 

Reverend Linda M Lince
 MARCH 15, 2004

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YELLING



Each day seems the same. Time is lost in seconds.

Nothing good happens everything is wrong.

Hate is yelled blame is thrown.

Apologies come too late. The hurt is burned into my soul.



Everything swirls around me like a black hole.

Afraid to speak if I do the yelling starts.

I fall into the dark recesses of my mind.

A place to hide I look endlessly for peace.



I can’t find it. Words echo off my mind.

I set in the darkness so the words can’t find me.

Fear is all I have to comfort me.

Am I all there is to blame? Am I to take the fall?



My mouth remains silent. My mind escapes.

Reality beats me everyday. There are no dreams.

Only the hateful words, that floats around me.

The tears have long since passed.



When did I feel love last? I do not know.

It seems it never was or a dream that past.

Now all there is now is the yelling.

Numbness has settled over me it’s my comfort.



The smiles stopped I know not when.

Maybe they never were but a dream.

I get through each day the best I can.

All there is for me is yelling.



There can not be love if all a mate can do is yelling.

Life has its own abyss we fill it with what we want.

Yelling into this abyss it echo’s over and over.

Until it’s engraved into its walls you know it by heart.



Talking is no longer required your not allowed to say a word.

You set there arms wrapped around you praying it will end.

Seconds seem to turn into hours. You wonder when the abyss is full.

They feel better while your hurt burns forever. They see not your pain.



Life seems endless sometimes cruel. Someone always takes the blame.

The innocent bear this cross while the guilty smile.

All I wanted out of life is to feel loved. Now I carry everyone’s cross.

My abyss is far from fill I know the yelling never stops.



Linda M Lince

October 7 2004