Margaret Okubo's Poetry
Who is my Neighbor?
Who is my neighbor?
The man in the street
or the stranger you meet?
The cripple on the sidewalk
or the beggar on the street?
The child in the park
or the stranger in the dark?
The postman
The milkman
The hobo
The cop?
Who is my neighbor?
Would you like to know?
All of God's creatures
For He loves them so.
CROWN OF THORNS
Red rose petals in the
wind
Fall gently to the ground
tainting red God’s blessed earth
as darkness descends all around
Cries of anguish pain and sorrow
A mother’s heart bleeds for her son
Bound and nailed to a tree
bruised and weakened just for me
Crown of thorns that I should bear
Pierce the head of one so dear
releasing me from pain of sin
to live and love , as one with Him.
Peace...Be Still.
Sitting alone one evening
Amidst the evening calm
I felt a gentle breath
as cool as healing balm
Though all was still I heard these words
echo through the hills
Peace... Be Still
A little brook rippled along
as silent tears I shed
for the many times my heart was bled
By hurtful words and cruel deeds
that linger deep within
but soon my heart with hope was filled
Peace... Be still.
Upon a bough a little bird sang this lullaby
Life is precious don’t you cry
No tears are needed here
neither sadness nor pain should come your way
With joy only let your heart be filled
Peace ...Be still.
Now bathed in sunset’s gentle hues
my heart turns to the silent One
who smiled upon me the day I was born
and talks to me in whispers soft and words upon the
wind Peace... Be still.
FINDING JESUS
They look upon this
Innocent babe
Kings shower you with gifts
They kneel and pray before you
But know not who you are
You walk among us daily
Quietly in humility
Healing the sick, raising the dead
Yet we know not who you are
You saved us from sin
Died on the cross
Showed love despite rejection
Still we know not who you are
In a blaze of Glory you
Ascended to the Father
Yet walk beside us day by day
But we know not who you are
But one fine morning
Your touch will reach our hearts
And we’ll sing praises to the King
Knowing….really knowing_ Jesus,
Who you are.
EVER SO GENTLY
Like snowflakes on my eyelash
and the gentle wind that blows
Like the rustle of leaves on trees
and the whimper of birds in the eaves
You come each day and touch my soul
With fingers warm and light
And kiss my cheek a breath of jasmine
Making my senses reel
My special sunbeam
I know when you’re near
By the scent of love’s sweet fragrance
And the upcurl of my hair
T’is you, dear God, T’is you.
THE MIRACLE
Stealthily
it comes
in whispers
a smell
a taste
an unexpected view
a draught through a crevice
In a sneeze or snuffle
it flows
unseen
unheard
yet present.
Silent gentle
an angel’s touch
here now
soon gone
A ray of light
a pattern on an icy window pane
illusive but present
Yet in stillness
we touch it
in the space
within us
around us
in floating cells
Seek find
touch savor
the miracle that’s you.
Written by: Margaret Okubo
Copyright ©2007 Margaret Okubo