The Candle, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Woman with a Taper, Jules Breton 1873Woman with Taper, Jules Breton (1873)

The Candle

Candle’s glow let forever to be your guide
Making sure its bright flame never to quit
The wind’s access must always be denied
Wind is evil, tempting you to submit

Might your candle’s glow suddenly disappear
Do not place it in a darkened drawer
For your future will then become nadir
Must make an effort its flame to restore

Surround yourself with those whom you think dear
Be not afraid to share what is you fear
If true to yourself future will be clear
The glow of the flame you now will restore

Light of the candle to you be sacred
Then drink of His wine and eat of His bread

 

 

Sunrise, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Sunrise

Not sure if it is my mind in a haze
Sun like melted butter in breakfast dish
Assur’d myself will be a wonderful day
Or better to say is my only wish

Swept the cobwebs out of my sleepy head
Gave thanks that didn’t wake to eternal fire
And let me not forget my daily bread
Now to concentrate on today’s attire

Day will be just fine with some assistance
Appears to be more questions than answers
Past has shown there’s no need for resistance
Never chastised for my many blunders

Out of doors with coffee cup in my hands
I talk and He listens, He understands

The Room, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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The Room, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

No memories on my bedroom walls hung
No windows to let in the morning sun
No clothes of mine to be carelessly flung
No purpose for appearance of homespun

Choosing an abstemious way of life
Considered not to be a penalty
As not being joined to a faithful wife
Giving opportunity to be free

For it is what goes on inside my head
Avoiding distractions as best I can
By a suspicious doctrine to be lead
Understanding where miracles began

Started with the wonder of Abraham
But now living miracles of the Lamb

 

Nemesis, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Rethel Alfred - Nemesis (1837)Nemesis, Alfred Rethel (1837)

Nemesis, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Flying the sky with impeccable eye.
Hated by many willing to do wrong.
Power ov’r those who deservedly die,
Sent to a place avoided overlong.

Eternal truth always a faithful guide,
To all, weak or strong, assuring justice.
Ensuring that all, to the rules abide,
With restless effort, providing aegis.

Perpetrators of hubris, soon to dwell,
As the profane descent of Lucifer,
Into Satan, was sent to fires of hell,
Never again to kneel at God’s altar.

You who ever toils to give what is due,
Have earned admiration for your virtue.

The Poor Fisherman, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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The Poor Fishman, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

The river so flat and still like dried paint.
Not sure if what I say is a complaint.
Father you know that I am not a saint,
But help the fish and me to reacquaint.

Today I say that my day shall be long,
Not returning here until the next dawn.
Yet during those hours I will sing your song,
Giving praise and praying that I stay strong.

The fish I pray for not only for me.
I think of my poor weakened family,
Healthy and strong I pray them all to be,
For it is in them my whole life I see.

To Saint Peter the fish You did help send,
It is on Your will that our lives depend.

Be Not Judged, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Hynais Vojtech - Kristus a Magdalena (1889)Kristus a Magdalena, Vojtech Hynais (1889)

Be Not Judged, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Wrong to guard wealth over my needy soul.
Not worthy of Magdala my title.
As being far from ever an angel.
Feel my wanton heart to be dark as coal.

Seeking a way to become again whole,
That my many past sins, You to expel,
To find a path to avoid things carnal,
And my special love for You to extol.

Mary what reason are thee on bent knee?
For I know in your young heart burns a fire,
This day forward you shall be My beacon.

Be assured that from your sins you are free.
Let it be known to all your true desire,
Be with Me and the Father in Heaven.

The Witness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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The Witness, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

O where should I, my story to begin?
Of a distant place, I have never been?
Or bless me Father, for I am with sin?
Obvious, I wear not a silly grin?

Not knowing if I qualify for hell,
As not sure of all details very well.
If fully explained, may cause a ground swell.
Seeking no harm, better that I don’t tell.

If all be told, some will surely be hurt.
Confused, but the issue I will not skirt.
Be duly patient with me, don’t be curt.
If hastened, my story I will not blurt.

I being somewhat shaken, where was I?
O shall be still for ang’r is in your eye.