Find The Smile In Your Eyes
My heart is heavy, burdened
because he closed the curtain on us.
It was the last act on the play on trust.
I don’t want to carry on, but I must.
It’s not my time to turn to dust.
My eyes are leaking and turning to rust.
Carry on and move forward, thrust.
Find the smile in your eyes
because you must.
Don’t let bitterness
turn into hardened crust.
by Bonnie Gail Carter. The Chill Turned Warm. Copyright
Two Different Nature Videos to Watch Below. The second one mentions verses from the Bible. The first one doesn’t.
My Prayers Are Heard
When I couldn’t see beyond this world,
when I was falling down the black hole,
I called out your name and you came.
You are greater than any black crater.
The depth of your love and grace fills my soul.
You pulled me right out of that black hole.
Your mercy abounds and your armor surrounds me.
My prayers are heard.
Thank God for the word.
By Bonnie Gail Carter. Published in my book of poems Titled The Chill Turned Warm.
I’m Drowning In My Tears: Poem by Bonnie Gail Carter. Click on https://youtu.be//UTzTXU8Efpg/ As you can tell by the Title of My Poem it’s sad but true. I’m going through the grieving process from the loss of My Companion and best friend last June 2015. Donnie Townsend was a musician, therefor I created the Channel for his music. Donnie is still the Love of My Life.
Why Do I Have To Say Goodbye? A Poem by Bonnie Gail Carter written to Donnie Townsend at https://youtu.be/CquYQXADnqs/
You’ll have to turn the volume up because I don’t have speakers or a mic. I simply don’t have the money to get them. I hope you like my poems.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY WORLD
The color purple makes me smile.
I’d walk an extra mile just to see you for a while.
Does Heaven have a phone number I can dial?
Half of my heart is with you
and the other half is broken in two.
I want to tell you to come and get me now.
It doesn’t matter how.
I have to die somehow.
The pain is deep down in my soul.
I need you to feel whole.
This world is so cold.
The end times will unfold.
It’s happening now, I’ve been told.
I know the streets are made of gold.
It’s really something to behold.
I’ve seen it in my dreams.
You’ve been gone for a century, it seems.
I watch the birds fly.
I wonder if that’s how your soul feels after you die.
Every night I pick out the brightest star.
It makes me think that’s where you are.
Perhaps the twinkle is you winking from afar.
I ask God to please take me where you are.
I might have to wait for a while but when I see you I’ll
have the biggest smile.