This Time Eternally

Let no one put asunder,

What God in Heav’n ordained,

It’s rapt with every wonder,

And fore’er to be sustained,

Husband and wife together,

In bond of beauteous bliss,

A golden thread will tether,

Once sealed with marriage kiss.

A promise made forever,

For all the world to see,

It’s forged with love’s endeavor,

And with love is set free.

So hand in hand through the years,

Two souls will walk as one,

Share happiness; a few tears,

Until life’s journey’s done.

They say that “until death” will part,

Our mortal coil will cease,

But always in a lover’s heart

Love’s spirit will increase.

And then one day we’ll meet once more ,

Forever young we’ll be,

And now we'll be at Heaven’s door,

This time eternally.

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 24, 2010

The Desert Mountain

Your ancient, angled granite face just seems to peer right down,

At empty river gorge below; your red rock seems to frown,

How many people you’ve seen in all your years of time,

Who’ve looked upon your beauty and your attitude sublime?


There is one single group of grasses hanging from a ledge,

Which seem to all but dare you to just push them off the edge,

But gives you human quality the way your rocks are tiered,

Two eyes, a nose, a chin and now the grasses form a beard.


And as I view your visage with your look so unconcerned,

A thousand years and more and I imagine what you’ve learned,

That people come and people go and all must seem to be,

Just searching for a fragment of your fair tranquility.


And now I must be going, but before I leave this place,

I wished to let you know that I will miss your craggy face,

You’ve given calm solemnity amidst the stress and strife,

And brought a concrete quietness I’ll carry into life.


Peter Lowell Paulson

November 16, 2010

You're Beautiful

You're beautiful,
Moonlight in your hair,
Little black dress,
High heels,
I am drawn; captivated,
The thing I like most about high heels-
Is when you take them off,
and want to dance, barefooted,
With me,
And morning comes,
Sunlight in your hair,
You're beautiful!

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 14, 2010

Your Loving Arms

You wrapped your arms around each one and held them in a way,
That showed you really loved them, and would keep them every day,
I never really noticed until pictures of your life,
Were gathered all, a child, a student, mother and a wife.

In every single picture if another soul was near,
Your loving arm and hand surrounded them with touch so dear,
There is no better evidence of what we know is true,
These beautiful kept images, the essences of you.

The first a black and white image when you a child of eight,
Your father crouched beside you dressed in fin’ry of the date,
Your arm and hand are draped around his neck and you just seem,
As you and smiling father are relaxed and in a dream.

And one by one, with brothers, sons, your daughter or with Dad,
You hold each one around the waist and smile for you are glad-
That you are with the people in your life you truly love,
And you could not be happier if angels sang above.

Yet more and more with grandchildren your hands just wrap around,
And cuddle everyone with gentle love that knows no bound,
And as they grew you saw the photos each and every one,
Each child not held, enveloped in your arms and having fun.

And as time passed abilities would lessen with the age,
Your walking ceased, talking decreased, but you were now our sage,
Until your very final day you took our hand, it’s true,
And stoked with your fine fingers ours for this was love to you.

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 7, 2010

The Rain Pours on the Town

The rain pours on the town,

From heav’n ten thousands strings-

of water falling down,

A somber time it brings.

Grey ghost-like clouds surround,

A dark and dusky sky,

A howling wind abounds,

The colored leaves fly by.

As soon a soaring swift,

On white wing flying high,

Appears to make a rift,

And draws a sunbeam by.

And now a rainbow shows,

In hints of hazy hue,

As golden Helios glows,

Uncovers sky so blue.

The bleakest scenery,

When darkness all but shrouds,

The brightness we will see,

The light beyond the clouds.

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 5, 2010

My, Alstroemeria

My, Alstroemeria,

I want to marry ya,

The Tiger Lily said,

She blushed and turned her head.

The yellow mums conferred,

Told her, “we need a word”,

He is the best for you!

Both give a lovely view.

She smiled and said that she,

Just loves his orangey glee,

And with my talisman,

We’ll bond in morning sun.

A marriage all in fame,

And every flower came,

The sunflowers just towered,

The daisies never cowered-

They even asked the wild-

To come and in they filed,

The columbine in blue,

The bachelor button, too.

The wild, wild rose in red,

Some daffodils in stead,

Yes, every kind of flower,

Would be here in their hour.

The marriage of the year,

 Alstroemeria, dear,

And Tiger Lily now,

Have merged in floral vow.

Peter L. Paulson

November 3, 2010

Forever

Slowly, slowly pages turn,

In this life we now discern,

Importance of a life well spent,

With all God’s graces He has sent.

Mama, Mama, you are free,

Tonight away your soul will flee,

To loved ones waiting up above,

Who’ll greet you with a new found love.

Somber, somber is our heart,

For in our fabric you were part,

Of our true essence woven fine,

A tapestry of love divine.

Onward, onward we must go,

And share with everyone we know,

Your loving, gentle, kindly way,

Forever in our lives to stay.

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 2, 2010

Coffee

Coffee


Coffee, coffee brown and black,
All the courage that I lack,
Is bound within your liquid stuff,
And gives to me what is enough.

You make me feel as I’m alive,
And starts my engine’s morning drive,
To face the tasks I face today,
Or any trial that’s in my way.

So pour me dear another cup,
Another at my dinner sup,
And to my bed I dream of you,
Your substance in my cup I’ll view.

Guatemala coffee best,
Italy Espresso for my rest,
And Kenya Mission is divined,
To settle any troubled mind.

Perhaps someday I’ll switch to tea,
With all its attributes agree,
And brew the nuance out of it,
To formulate a new found wit.

Until I do I’ve found a bean,
That roasts and grinds in blends serene,
I challenge anyone to share,
A brew that gives a lift this rare.

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 1, 2010

Captured

Captured

Your naked foot appeared from underneath-
the comforter and tested the weather.
You point your toe as if it’s going to read -
the barometric pressure in the room.

The pressure in my chest begins to build,
And I already dressed to start the day,
Now looking in the kitchen for some food,
A day old biscuit and perhaps some jam.

And you announce to me that it’s too cold,
"It would be nice if you could start a fire",
Now motivated I find all the wood-
and kindling soon ignite the fire you wish.

A blazing fire is soon within the room,
And warmer now the bed cover is moved,
You’re lying there a smile is on your face,
Our baby in the other room asleep.

I come beside and lay with you in bed,
To nonchalantly talk about our day,
Now magic in the room I can’t explain,
The nightclothes on your frame just disappear.

Once more the spell of love has captured us,
And holds us bound together with desire.


Peter Lowell Paulson

November 1, 2010