Another Poignant Calm

I saw an odd shaped cloud today,
It looked like a big balloon.
I wondered how it got that way.
Then it turned into a mushroom.
As it slowly drifted away,
A voice in my head seemed to say,
"Somethings terribly wrong."

The world felt eerily calm.

I thought I saw Bin Laden today,
Driving a rental truck.
As I passed him, he looked my way,
Smiled then pointed up.
An airplane passed overhead,
I imagined all aboard were dead.
Then I saw a sign that read,

Ahead All Is Calm.

I thought I saw John Lennon this morn.
At Starbucks standing in line.
He looked sad, his face well worn,
In his hand he carried a sign.
"The End is Very Near" it read,
He looked at me, "Imagine" he said,
"It's just a matter of time."

Everything felt calm.

I saw a girl at lunch today,
Christina Taylor-Greene.
Smiling she turned and looked my way,
Was eating a bowl of ice cream.
It was her 10th birthday,
September 11th, a special day.
But things were not what they seemed.

There was a definite calm.

I saw my father's face today,
He just looked and stared.
He spoke to me in a ghostly way,
Said "Son complete your affairs".
Time is shorter than it seems,
Watch for signs in news and dreams.
The world should be aware.

Nothing penetrated the calm.

A radical bombed Oslo, Norway,
Then went on a shooting spree.
By the time authorities had him contained,
The dead count was 93.
A Florida teen kills his parents,
With a hammer, in a violent rage.
While their bodies lay in their room,
Throws a party through his Facebook page.
A deranged woman in California,
Cooks her baby in a microwave.
Record tornadoes throughout the states,
Send hundreds to early graves.
Floods, the likes never seen before,
Breach town levies and river shores.
The entire country is enslaved,
By an uncommonly brutal, record heatwave.

Lord,

Are these events omens received?
Testaments to your omniscience?
Divine prophecies preconceived?
Premonitions of the Apocalypse?
Is your creation beyond reprieve?
What will the ultimate consequence be?


Know that in You I trust and believe.
It's You that makes me strong.
Your sovereignty and nobility,
The knowledge you're never wrong,
Provide me faith and courage to be,
Forever poignantly calm.


Once again it rained...


Copyright © July 2011
Kevin Mooney

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072511

God's Perfect Angel

Last night I saw an Angel looking down at me,
She peered through sad, tearful eyes, that twinkled radiantly.
Her skin looked alabaster beneath fanned golden hair.
I tried to look right past her, as if she wasn't there.

Her wings were like a turtle dove's, white and shoulder high,
Attached to the middle of her back, hung just below her thigh.
She wore a sheer flowing gown that rippled in a wind,
A colorful floral crown sat perched majestically on her head.

She looked as if she knew me, her questions went unsaid.
Her stare went right through me as she floated above my bed.
She hovered there like a cloud, her visage quite serene,
It was like some ghostly shroud you'd see on a movie screen.

She looked faintly familiar, her face I was sure I'd seen.
Like a Fairy Princess, a celestial virgin Queen.
I thought I heard her whisper, only her lips never came apart.
I couldn't decipher the message she so desperately tried to impart.

Then I heard faint music and her voice rose gradually,
The two blended all together, in perfect harmony.
Then a chorus of unseen Angels joined the sing-along.
All their voices soon converged into one acapellic song.

Their words were hard to muster, their voices were not clear.
The melody was kind of eerie, a Gothic, chant-like cheer.
The Angel then put her hands together as if in silent prayer.
The room became eerily quiet.  I wasn't sure she knew I was there.

Was this all a hypnotic muse? Something seemed desperately wrong.
A self-conceived nightmarish dream where I did not belong?
The music slowly faded away as her eyes began to tear.
Her vision seemed to waver a bit, then slowly disappear.

The Angel then turned to vapor as the fan wisped her away,
There seemed to be no rational point in asking her to stay.
The room smelled somewhat musty, a slight coolness filled the air.
I layed there for a little while, then bowed my head in prayer.

Had all this been an hallucination? Was my mind playing tricks on me?
Or was this some divine revelation that God wanted me to see?
When I woke up the next morning it all seemed like a dream,
I searched around everywhere for proof of what I believed I'd seen.

In my mind I questioned whether it was truly real or fake,
It sure didn't feel like an illusion.  I swear I was awake.
As I got prepared for work, I turned on the T.V. set.
I searched and found the morning news.  The lead story said...

A little girl had just been found, initially feared for dead.
Her mouth and limbs had been bound, a bag was over her head.
Someone mysteriously phoned a tip, they'd left an anonymous word,
Authorities were precisely lead to a place where strange music had been heard.

As they entered the chamber of horrors where the young girl was kept,
She was found unharmed, though scared, while upstairs her captor slept.
The room was cool and musty, a slight vapor filled the air.
They searched for the source of the strange music but couldn't find it anywhere.

They flashed the young girls picture.  She'd been missing for days it seemed,
Suddenly I was struck with awe as I looked at the television screen.
For I knew at that very moment my vision was not a dream.
There was God's Perfect Angel, the one that I had seen.


Copyright © August 2009
Kevin Mooney

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101709

Atomic Picnic

Oh Mommy, Mommy, look at the cloud,
It's shaped like a big mushroom.
I've never heard fireworks quite so loud,
Will it be over soon?

Oh Darling, what a spot you found.
What a fantastic view.
Other families spread out all around,
All having a good time too.

Oh Mommy, Mommy, what's that smell?
Is something burning somewhere?
I think it's the sky, it's hard to tell,
Is it coming from over there?

Oh Darling, what a nice lunch you've made.
You're such a wonderful cook.
The weather's perfect, it's a beautiful day,
It's just like a storybook.

Oh Mommy, Mommy, did you feel the ground?
Was that a little earthquake?
Did the people in that little town,
Survive the rumble and shake?

Oh kids, don't worry, it's not over yet,
The fun's just begun.
This is something you'll never forget,
You and everyone.

Oh Darling, this day couldn't get any better,
But isn't it kind of ironic?
A picnic together you want to last forever,
Turns out to be atomic.


Copyright © September 2011
Kevin Mooney

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090411

This Is What I Saw

I looked down and saw a man, looking up at me.
His eyes were fixed and dilated, his expression worry free.
Not an ounce of tension,
Existed on his face.
Lying there, unaware, in a better place.

I looked up a saw a man looking down at me.
He looked just like an Angel, with a message just for me.
His was an extension,
Of what I used to be.
Flying there, in the air, content and reverently.

I looked down and prayed to God, that he'd accept me.
My mind transfixed and highlighted, transgressions made toward me.
Not an ounce of reprehension,
Would I ever see.
Crying there, I learned to care, for those with less than me.

I looked up and gave to God, the love he gave to me.
He prescribed eternal life and prosperity.
In a premonition,
I saw myself debt free.
All my sins had been cashed in, I'd found true sanctity.

I've looked around and often found, things rarely what they seem.
When you die your measured by your love and loyalty.
Immoral retribution,
Governs one and all.
In God's eyes, man's judgement lies, this is what I saw.


Copyright © February 2010
Kevin Mooney

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020510

Salvation in Disguise

A burning torch on invisible shores,
Guiding those astray,
A candle light for weary souls,
Lost in turbulent waves.

Beacon to men in Poseidon's wake,
Reaching for helping hands.
A glimmer of hope where life's at stake,
On familiar and faraway sands.

A lamp to those seemingly lost,
In life's disgruntled sea.
Beckoning those pitched and tossed,
Pounded by the reef.

Showing the way to those who trust,
In its ever faithful guise.
A pillar of strength from dawn to dusk,
Salvation in disguise.



Copyright © November 2009
Kevin Mooney

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110109

Poignantly Calm

I thought I saw Elvis Presley today,
Sunglasses, raised collar, a coal black toupee.
He drove a pink cadi with ornate trim,
A convertible polished from end to end.
His upper lip curled as he looked over at me,
A voice on the radio sang Tenderly.

And then there was this calm...

I thought I saw Abraham Lincoln today,
At a mall in the food court, carrying a tray,
A fine black suit and stovepipe hat,
Groomed grey beard and the way that he sat...
Raised visions of a statue in Washington, D.C.,
As I stared at him, he then stared at me.

And again, there was a calm...

I thought I saw Jesus in the clouds today,
His head was bowed, in a spiritual way,
There was pain in his eyes, a sympathetic tear,
And I heard a voice whisper softly and clear.
My son I am coming, it's time you see,
The world has neglected what's important to me.

And all was desperately calm...

Two score and 9 died in a flash,
As a plane bound for Buffalo suddenly crashed,
A man on the ground was killed as well,
The victim of the plane's fiery hell,
A plane left Brazil, got lost in a storm,
Eleven score eight from their seats were torn,
A man walked into a crowded museum,
Hoping his intended victims not see him,
A father decided to do things his way,
He killed his whole family, then walked away.

The world was deafeningly calm...

What could the meaning of these prophesies be?
They all seem so vivdly real to me,
I looked to the sky and began to pray,
Lord, how'd the world get this way?
Are these the signs of an apocalyptic storm?
Subtle reminders? Revelation's faint horn?
Give me the strength, the fervor of psalm,
To decipher illusions so poignantly calm.

And then it began to rain...



Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney

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101409

The Light

A beam of light,
Gone the night,
Alas another day.

Here we stand,
Hand in hand,
In God's majestic ray.

Clouds up high,
A moonless sky,
All wash the light away.

But love and faith,
God's eternal grace,
Will illuminate the way...



Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney

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101409

Dear Lord

Dear Lord,

Is there a heaven or hell?
A place after life I may dwell,
An eternal home,
For my weary bones,
Where is this place please tell?

Lord, I only want to be sure,
So the rest of my life I endure,
The pain and the sorrow,
Sceptic tomorrows,
The illness that knowing will cure.

Lord, your world is so messed up,
Men are evil, violent, corrupt,
If I'm to survive.
I need a sign you're alive,
My faith I will never give up.

Lord, one day you'll pull the cord,
Decide to clear the board,
Don't put me away,
Like some game you play,
Give me a place to stay, Dear Lord.


Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney

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05011978