Beautiful poems by my sister, Esther

Fortunately I am far from being the only writer in my family. Therefore it is a pleasure for me to have the honour of sharing two poems by my sister, Esther. I hope to be able to share some things written by other members of my family soon. Please comment your encouragement to her beautiful imagery. 

New Life 

Catch a snowflake on your tongue,
Watch it melt before the rain,
Comes to water in the spring,
Let’s dance in puddles, come let’s dream.

Of lady bugs and butterflies,
Far beyond the velvet sky,
Watch them twist and turn and glide,
I wish that we could fly that high.

Catch a firefly in a jar,
Watch it glow just like the stars
Turn around in the sky,
And dance along with you and I.

I can dream of days beyond,
Our big round room and bright yellow sun.
Days where we, you and I,
Can laugh and play and kiss and cry.

The skies are blue, and stretch so far,
It’s hard to tell just where we are.
The season’s change will show our time,
Has faded like the evening chime.

But still our love remains the same,
Our tears still share the joy and pain,
And sadness and loss will never describe,
The gain we’ll share in our new life.


Esther Meeder ©2018



The Call

There are precious many souls,
And far fewer days
To fill the empty holes
Dug by our selfish ways.

Pumped full of pride and spite,
We carry our routines
As if we’re doing right,
Yet continually ask what life means.

Carry on your ways
Your darkness continues to grow,
God has numbered your days,
Life goes quick not slow!

The clock begins to quickly turn,
Counting up to the time,
Where life for its creator yearns,
Tensions begin to climb.

FIGHT for what you believe!
Like it’s the final call,
For the rest of us to remain
Slaves to the fall.

Reason all you want,
The rest of us won’t hear.
For the sounds of your foolish rant,
Is like ringing in our ears.

Blood bought on a broken tree,
Is the only thing that stands,
Between eternity and me,
And a life filled with empty demands.

A blood that can’t be stolen,
Nor bought for silver or gold,
No bribe or special portion,
Will ever change the story of old.

Shake off the bonds of bitterness,
Milk and honey are warm and sweet.
A sacrifice is never effortless,
Kneel at the masters feet.

Your mind will never fathom,
All the reasons why,
A baby in a manger,
Was sent here just to die.

That’s what breaks down our delusions,
To face a future bleak and bare,
And we’re left far from our effusions,
Or the absence of a fathers care.

Collapse into the arms of heaven,
Savor its unfailing grace
Enter into His kingdom,
Seek your Master’s face.

©2016 Esther Meeder | All rights reserved.

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