These little creeks called human love
Are but a shadow from above
Constrained to follow winding course
They draw the battle lines by force
Sometimes they’re joyful, sometimes dashed
Some seem so stable, others trashed
Threading his way through rocky zone
Right at the end, man feels alone
In Him there’s all that we might need
There’s wisdom and all thought or deed
To lead us through this earthly life
Which sometimes turns out inner strife
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We’re torn between His life and self
If self does reign, He’s put on shelf.
To make us see that we are wrong
God gives us subtle signs or strong
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At first, we find we’re restless soon
We’re worried, nervous, there’s no swoon
No peace, no joy, it’s over now
Where is the hope we’d found somehow?
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This world is circling around itself Self of man is captured within God's wisdom has been put on the shelf That gathers dust to cover sin Circumstances decide decisions Disaster seems to have gained control No knowledge of God, no real visions No real summer before the fall Continue reading
There is always hope…
(Photo by Susanne Schuberth)
Like a light in the dark
That leaves merely a spark
So is hope not in vain
Although all goes insane
If God puts to the test
Those to who’ll manifest
His great love and goodwill
So you see time stands still
Photo by Susanne Schuberth
Looking for new sense of life
We see humans torn in strife
Trying to squeeze out what’s new
Hoping that they’ll score a coup
Be it fame or riches now
Climbing up the ladder – wow
From above the world looks good
Jealous is the neighborhood
Window of Hope
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So slowly in the course of years
Though filled with joy, yet full of tears
The soul was peeled like onion’s skin
Sometimes all health was wearing thin
Through darkness and thick foggy clouds
The Surgeon’s scalpel exposed doubts
Which hindered her to trust in Him
And made her vision grow so dim
No human being loves the pain
But suffering is not in vain
When healing follows in the dawn
After the night through which she’s drawn
Into a morning, not yet known
Where seeds of life that have been sown
Through divine hands of Him who sees
The outcome of His planted trees
Will show their fruit which grown in dark
Begin to gleam and leave a spark
Inside her eyes that saw the One
Whose light shone brighter than the sun…
Susanne Schuberth's Poetry 