Linda Lara

MidWest City, OK, USA

Linda Lara was born September 27, 1953 in Clarendon, Texas. Her parents are Bert and Arvazene Smith. I have three children, Michael Noel; Alyisha Nicole; and Elias Miguel. I have won several awards throughout my writing career which include eight Gold Poet awards, one Silver Poet award, several Honorable Mentions, and three Editors Choice Awards. I am published in Best Poems of 1996, 1997, and 1998 Best Poems. I am currently a Distinguished Member of The International Society of Poets. I am published in ten different poetry anthologies. I expect to have my own exclusive book of poems published called "Psalm Of My Heart." I am also a vocalist—I sing blues and gospel music. The love of music, poetry, and song writing has been an artistic outlet for me since I was a young girl. It has and always will be an expression of the depths of my soul.

White Bird

White bird in her lonely cage, her golden age, her silent rage,
Freedom screams, His love redeems, breaks through these bars,
Removes the scars, her wings adjust, shakes off the dust,
Lifts up her head, discards the dread, the past is dead,
The future brings, salvation rings....

All is saved that's worthwhile memory,
The rest is thrown unto the throne,
Where He collects but not neglects...

To save to show His mercy though His heart wished not,
And quite distraught to save dismay for Judgment Day,
To show His love, into the Sea of forgetfulness, Deliverance,
As one last pain engulfed in rain,
As mighty waves wash over me and then the calamity...

As Spirit stands, the naked fire within her prime reduced to claim,
Her love divine, the promised truth.
Her head bent low received the crown,
Then spread her wings as He gives word,
To mount to nearby Kingdom high,
To sing as other warriors sing,
Hosanna to the King of Kings.

Amen

To Jesus From Linda

Thank you for not giving up on me.
For all the times you saved my very life.
For giving me Grace which I clearly did not deserve.
But you saw worth in this piece of earth...
My soul lay down, my spirit free,
With you in Eternity....

I love you, Lord.

P.S. (White Bird is my given Indian name)

Starlight Inspiration

Oh, stars of the night...
Burning spheres of flaming fire,
Bright, bold, glittering the heavens,
I gasp breathlessly at your beauty.
Flickering prisms of universal color
Exclaiming God's powers throughout infinity.
Artistically splashed to warmly light the darkness.
Milky patterns of heavenly creations.
Miracles in motion for the soul's delight.

A super-natural testimony
Of God's celestial handiwork.
Silvery masses of pure energy
Majestic immaculate constellations
Multicolored planets in perfected rotation.

Oh, starry, starry skies...
How powerful were the hands that formed you.
Intelligence far beyond imagination
Spoke you into existence.
Loyal is He that gives you fuel to shine
Night after night without fail.
Faithfully He guards over His vast solar system
And all is beautifully balanced.

Stars that shine, truly friends of mine...
The gift of eternity lies there beyond
A promise of burning life
A miracle for us to grasp.
His dreamy Starlight Inspiration for us all to share.

Heartfelt Wishes

I wished the sun to shine on you
And sparkle gently in your eyes;

I've asked its rays to warm you and send
Rose-colored sunsets to paint your skies.

I've asked the rainbow to gleam brilliantly
Through droplets of heavenly rain,

To color your world artistically
Through your window pane.

I've make a request to the wind
To softly dance and sway the trees;

And blow sweet aromatic scents
Of flower gardens through its breeze.

May lacy honeysuckle bloom
Wildly about your cottage door,

That, as you wander to and fro,
Butterflies and hummingbirds soar.

Oh, that songbirds fly merrily and
Put music in your days;

And nightfall twinkles rhythmically
As the jeweled starlit lullaby plays.

In all your dreams may your spirit ascend
To a high place of perfect rest;

And, may it be that all your days
Are full and Godly blessed.