Poetry by Mary Guimont

Bitter and Sweet

By Mary Elizabeth Guimont In my imagination, I can see a world so clear.   Once so far but now so near to me. One where the sky is always blue There is never rain. No sorrow, or  pain. In my imagination I can see. The way the world was meant to be In my imagination I am told, Of a better world that has yet to unfold.  This vision of beauty that comes in time. It is offered to all. But in my imagination I see A  closed door, where there sits Thee Where I can feel all the good of he But trembling hands are all around me Those afraid of he Afraid of God who dose not forgive But then with in my heart i feel the forgiveness of sin I see, all that we, can be. From another chance, that is given All sins in life are forgiven.

By Mary Guimont Last night I saw him. Beautiful smile, beautiful grin. He was alive and well in my dream I had yesterday again as though it seem Could this really be? Or did my imagination get the best of me? Upon seeing him I tried to hide. The lack of faith that I held inside. But when my eyes met his. They would not conceal. The doubt of faith that I feel. What dose it take? For one to believe, That life goes on That we never leave? That if we look. We will find. Those we love. Do not leave us behind. Not far from here They are all near. But doubt in our heart. Deny in our mind; A different place A different time. Yes, in my dream he did appear. To tell me he'd always been here. And that there was no reason to cry. That in death we do not really die. And in my dream he did show. That death comes for us to grow That it's n...

Nature  and Creation I look to the sky with envy as I watch the moon and the stars. For the laws of physics of nature predict the rotation of their life. I see the beauty in the flower that dies in the winter. In the four seasons of it's life. I see a great blessing of the madness of the salmon that struggles up stream for they live life with one purpose. I see the inspiration of the caterpillar as it struggles for I see it is blessed to know The buterfly in life it will come to be I look with all my heart for beauty and purpose in my own life. I look to God and ask why curse me with this mind that dose not let me see? Why am I not blessed with the abilities of all of these? Then all of a sudden he speaks to my heart from a whisper within my soul. That tells me what I long to know. That my life was made from the same beauty as the moon and the stars. I see my life and the four seaso...