A Game of Chess, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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A Game of Chess, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Life, as Chess, is a game of strategy,
And chance, with the outcome known early on,
Determined by players’ ability.
Here for sure, the loser will be the Kahn.

It appears, she has made, all the right moves.
He’s vulnerable with no defenses.
In turn, important pieces she removes.
Game but over, he’s lost all his senses.

She has done more, than just capture his king.
It’s she who decides, the kind of action.
Now the game, will be all of her making.
To be done, to her full satisfaction.

Unlike chess, life can produce two winners.
Being in love makes them co-prisoners.

 

 

Above the Clouds at Sunrise, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Frederic Edwin Church, Above the Clouds at Sunrise (1849)

 

Above the Clouds at Sunrise, Robert Sieczkiewicz

Yesterday I climbed a mountain so high,
To see the valley below at sunrise.
Had no name so now it is Mount Sinai.
Woke today to be greeted by surprise.

Was in Heaven for I’m above the clouds.
The glow, was it the sun or was it He?
Again looking down I see all the shrouds.
Yelled so loud, hoping someone answers me.

A touch of hallowed calmness did I feel.
Felt my face, it appeared to be real.
Looked at my hands, steady, nerves were of steel.
Wrapped in confidence was now full of zeal.

Now I know, my human life has ended,
And now with Him I am, Oh how splendid.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mountain of the Holy Cross, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Mountain of the Holy Cross, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

As did Moses I come to a mountain,
Not for garnering Thy holy promise,
But to drink the waters from Thy fountain,
And off’r my soul to You without remiss.

My heart is as cold as is the water,
With Thy divine spirit it will soon warm.
Let me not be among Thy rejecters,
For faith will protect me from any storm.

Touching the waters I now feel renewed,
To challenge whatev’r evil I may face,
Destroying it with Thy heavenly food,
Giving thanks to You that I have Thy grace.

Though the path be rough you are at my side,
As there is none bett’r to have for a guide.
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As the caption under the painting states this painting was done by Thomas Moran in 1875.  The painting is based on a natural phenomenon that caused quite a stir.  His painting is not a depiction of an actual view as he added embellishments.  An link to an article which give additional information can seen by clicking below.

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The photo below was taken by William Henry Jackson, circa 1875.

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