A Widow’s Poem Of Grief~By Swan Song

~A Widow’s Poem Of Grief~

Whispering stars of yesteryear
Come sighing to my memory,
Flighted fantasies…….
Dreams on my wings.

Dreams, too many,
come jolting into
my presence…
that they be there,
invading my privacy,
lurking in shadows.

Unwanted memories.
Searching for more
…looking for people…
not there.

Sad songs
water my mind
& leave it murky.
Embracing sorrow
is not my desire.

Oh dreams, oh fun of yesteryear…
where are you?
Why did you have to leave?

Why do I sit here…
maybe even

Where are the good times?
Where is the noise…
the activity…
that was so frequent here?

Why does
now pretend to be
“my best friend”?

Where is
“the face”…
& the smiles
that came so frequently from
“that face”?

How many
does he light up now…
with his love, his embrace,
& his cheer?

Heaven overflows
with the joy he brings!
While my life drifts quietly by…
in silence.

Should I seek to join him
in Heaven’s Grace?
Or do I sit in this silence…
& “embrace” that aloneness? 

I have my thoughts.
I have my skills.
I can use them for my Lord.

But how sad.
How sad,
to put them to use,
with no one…
with whom to share them.

The joys, sorrows,
once shared by two;
shared by one,

Where are the people
that sought him out?
Why is my phone so silent?
Why is my mailbox so empty,
(except for bills, of course)?
Where is everyone?

Is it true, what one person said,
that many were
friends with my husband,
but not necessarily with me?

I suppose I shall have to
make new ones.
And get out of the house.
But that will be very difficult,
with no car, at this time,
& medical challenges, “to boot”.

Yet I always said to my husband…
“With God,
ALL THINGS are possible”.

Jesus Christ is my “only”
{spiritual} Husband right now.
And somehow,
He will take care of
Including sorely & deeply needed

It is not good
for man

or woman
to be alone.

And no one
is an island
…unto themselves…

 ©2005~Poetry by Amber~
{~Swan Songs Scripts~}

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There’s A Thunder In The Distance: Poem by Swan Song


by Swan Song

There’s a thunder in the distance,
I can hear it loud as can be.
Makes the sinners to repent;
Makes the saints to pray.

Louder it grows,
As it gains momentum.
Louder it grows,
As all of Heaven does shout!

“Come to Me”, says the Lord;
“Come to Me”, & no one else!
“Come to Me”, all who are weary,
“Come to Me”, says Jesus Christ!

Why ridicule the only One who
Can save you, for sure!?
Why curse the only One who
Truly cares for you on planet earth!?

Why trample His Blood
Beneath your feet?
Why doubt the One who
Died to save you from hell!?

Why mock the only One who
Can save you from perishing!?
Why dispute with the only One
Who is called “The Truth”!?

Why not receive instead, the One
Who calls Himself “The Door”!?
His arms are open wide,
And waiting for you to receive!

His promised truth waits for you
From Above, while His beautiful
Light swirls around, & lights the very
Path upon which you now walk!

“Choose Jesus”, is the song!
“Choose Jesus”, before it is too late!
“Choose Jesus”, is the syncopied beat, that
Swells itself in the wake of your path!

Listen to my cry, & listen to my song!
Jesus loves you truly, you see!
And He awaits your answer to
His clarion call from His heart of love!

It is so true, that He will never
Leave or forsake you, though
All others may; for Jesus’ love
Stretches forth for you, eternally!

~Yours Truly In Jesus’ Love~
~Swan Song~

©2008~Poetry by Amber (~Swan Song~)

~My Wounded Warrior~


~My Wounded Warrior~

You are like
Beams of light,
Rays of sun,
Moonvelvet softly
Lighting the way in
The dark, a satin
Heart soothing
The wrinkled brow of
The forlorn, lips of
Songbird winging
Your praises to Me,
And pouring warm honey
On the suffering
Souls of humanity,
Melting hardness
Into fluid love
That runs like streams
Into meadows, touching
The golden edge of
Eternity, banishing
Sorrow and Pain.

Touch My heart
Of love, My daughter,
I love you, I call you
From above.
Let My oil of joy
Pour into your wounds
So deep. Just as I
Have poured through you –
To heal the lame
And the lost,
So I desire
To pour out Myself
Into you, and fill you,
Until you become
As a life-buoy.
An ocean-buoy –
Upright and afloat.
A sea-buoy –
That no troubled wave
Of life’s storms
Can touch or harm.

Visit Me in
The meadow on the hill.
Your Heavenly-Husband
-Lover – awaits you
There. My Face…
Is bathed in wreaths of
Smiles, at the joyous
Expectation of your next
Visit. My welcoming
Arms are spread wide,
Waiting and ever
Longing for your presence
There. I ache to
Hold you close,
And pour fresh oil
On your Precious head.
Run to Me,
My Wounded Warrior…
And I will heal you
There in the Secret
Meadow Of Peace.

©2000~Poetry by Amber~
{~Swan Song~}

~Their Ashes Are Clothed Wih Beauty~

~A Poem Inspired By Jesus~

~Their Ashes Are Clothed Wih Beauty~

Wisdom walks,
And Prophesy talks.
My daughter is kind,
And my daughter loves.
I taught her that!
She learned it from Me!
She listened to Me,
And let Me lead the way.
I clothed her heart with love.

Though her path
Was dark & occluded at times,
I shone A Light on
Her weary days.
She became refreshed;
She became renewed!
Now I send her as a shining star,
Bright & glistening in
A night so bleak.

By My Light shining through her,
Others will now find their way
On a long, dusty path of ash.
But My Beauty will be birthed,
And I, the Bright & Morning Star,
Will light their path,
As slowly they arise from
The pile of ashes at their feet,
And their ashes are clothed with beauty!!!

~Love, Jesus~

©2006~Poetry by Amber~
{~Swan Song~}







Oh how I feel
Caught up in
The unknown cloud
A cloud like this
I have not known.

A mysterious cloud it is,
Weaving it’s way
Through Darkness.
Through Light,
Through Love.

It winds it’s way
Mysteriously through
Many paths,
Many ways,
Many eons of fate.

It whirls & winds
It’s way through
Mirrors of Glass,
And reflected memories,
Played on my mind.

It surfaces at the
Most unusual times,
Flitting in it’s own
Unique ways, across
The fields of my mind.

It’s journeys seem
Endless, as it weaves
It’s way through
Streams, Winds, & Sails
Of the Ancient Mariner.

It rocks my world,
Yet it sweeps me up
Into some sublime,
Yet hidden, future of
A Time not known.

Vistas of a new time,
A time not yet
Revealed to the
Inhabitants of earth,
Or it’s playful creatures.

The repugnance of
Our current world
Situations, cause
My nose to recoil,
From it’s acrid air.

Fresh air, I cry!
Please bring fresh air!
Refresh this world
Of mine! Bring Sweet
Relief & Joy Sublime!

Oh rays of sun,
Beam down on us!
Bring new light to
A world filled with
Deep darkness, now!

Rekindle a spark of
Hope, in us now!
Breath of Wind,
Blow on us, stirring
Our hearts with joy!

Radiant light of
The Son Of God,
Please fall on us
With Your kindest,
Gentlest Arms of Love!

Please enter our world
Afresh, & anew,
With new waves of
Glory, falling on our
Soil! Send kind winds!

To restore us now!
Before it’s too late!
And humanity no longer
Breathes any fresh
Air, & we gasp our last!

Let not fate
Take us to the
Depths of despair!
Renew our hope in
Your love, so fair!

Help our hardened
Spirits to yield to
Your Great Truth & Light
Fall on us & fill us,
Great Glory from on High!



©2007~Poetry by Amber~
{~Swan Song~}

Penned: Aug 14 2007


~The Rushing Streams Of Our Lives~


~The Rushing Streams Of Our Lives~
Streams rush through
The soul of my being.
Days of tribulation fade,
As I grasp the strength
Of God’s Merciful Love.

Sometimes my soul melts within,
While pondering the current days & news,
And the near & rushing future
Of what some very evil ones
Plan for the fate of humankind.

Yet in a splendorous wind,
I am swept up into
The rapturous beauty &
Amazing loving-kindness
Of my Lord & King…Jesus!

He makes everything right,
Even when everything seems all wrong.
This is what I meditate on,
Even as I see my world crumbling
All around, in so much of what I see.

Morals are fading,
Emotions are jaded,
Cartoons are violent,
Music wracks the nerves,
And species are disappearing.

Doors are locking,
Window bars go up,
Car alarms go on,
Jails fill up,
And gas pumps go dry.

Too much, too much
Is going on, going up, coming down.
Where is the release?
Where is the relief?
In Jesus Christ The Lord.


For He has said to
“Be of good cheer,
For I have overcome the world”!!!
“Greater is He who is in us,
Than he who is in the world”!

“And they overcame him by
The blood of the Lamb,
The word of their testimony,
And loving not their lives unto the death”.
“We are more than CONQUERORS”!

“For we are well able to OVERCOME it”.
“And mightest OVERCOME when thou art judged”.
“But OVERCOME evil with good”.
“And ye have OVERCOME the wicked one”.
“And have OVERCOME them”.

“We shall also REIGN with him”.
“And shall REIGN with him a thousand years”.
“And he shall REIGN for ever and ever”.
“And shall REIGN with him a thousand years”.
“And they shall REIGN for ever and ever”!

~Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus~


©2007~Poetry by Amber~
{~Swan Song Singing~}


~America Arise With Open Eyes~

~America Arise With Open Eyes~

Bloodless flows

My Life’s blood

Through the straws of grass,

While wind-swept plains

Soar ever more

Through amber waves of grain.

Through toil and sweat and blood

You move, till life’s sweetness

Sings no songs for you,

And blue become the mountains above,

As below, you shout and grow

Weary in the weeds of waiting.

Impatience incenses you, and you

Grasp for stars, all withering

From your clasp, as strong winds

Blow and bend and break

Your bow, and life’s weariness continues

To ebb, and wet the fields below…

Into which flow; new streams,

New springs of life, and the

Hoary, old man moves – slowly, fading

Into the bosom of bushes of old,

Then leaps out, flaming; bringing

Torch of fresh growth, born

Into the field of man…

A bud’s chance to blossom, to

Change, and bring within range,

The spectacle of new life –

Born. To give grace, and brush

The soul of an old goal, long

Deserted in the fruitless

Plains of modern man…

While the old one wrenched

Free, straining at the bit of

The ox-bow, and fell short, yet

Strove, and tried again to breathe

Free. And lo – was lifted into the

Sky: the wings of the shoeless

Ones, the crippled and broken ones…

Who remained aloft, though

Chains sought to bury

Them beneath the soil of

The ones so long forgotten.

Yet, streaming into their mind,

Came the chant of life:

“Though crippled and chained to

The earth, you may be, your

Shame shall cease, as you

Gaze above at the blazing Son

Of Love.” And so, the cripples ones,

And tortured ones arose, and were

Freed, and turned and spoke:

“Desert your barren

Packs of dust and straw.

And look to the One, True

Shining Star; for there

You will envision

What was meant to be

For you and me:”

“For the poor and the rich,

The sightless and the seeing:

To join hearts, in one belief;

Hearing and achieving:”

“The song of the wanderer,

The song of the free,

The song of the poor,

And the song of the blest.

To be the best of both worlds,

Entwined hand in hand with

God, with Nature, and Man.”

©1990~Poetry by Amber~
{~Swan Song~}

~Penned by Amber~
~September 18th 1990~