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Soulmate

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By countless trees we walk,
Its limbs hold many years,
The leaves bend knowing nods,
of lifetimes we have shared.

My love for you an endless stream,
That flows within my heart,
To You I give my soul,
That we many never part.

Through time and space I’ve called to you,
The wind it carried my voice,
Upon the mountains and hilltops to shout,
An echo of love most rejoiced.

In dreams we’ve floated upon the sea,
And saw a setting sun kneel,
How awesome, complete, and whole,
For that is how you make me feel.

Come soar with me on eagle’s wings,
And dance above the clouds,
When whipping winds of life o’er take,
You catch me when I’m blown down.

At night we’ve met upon the shore<
And lain on sleepy sand,
Our spirits rose and love we’ve made,
To the music of nature’s band.

Each lifetime blooms from God above,
Like every spring His hand creates,
How golden and cherished are you,
My love, my life, my soulmate.

By L. M. Montes

Posted in Poetry

Love’s Breath

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Love is joyful,
Love is pain,
Love, a sweet smelling flower,
Pulls me to its scent,
And kills me with its breath.

Love stabs me with sharp petals,
And lashes, with fiery forest green leaves.

With every torturous gasp I take,
I whither.

Love’s entrancing, enticing entity,
Takes me in,
Holds me,
Stabs me,
Caresses me,
Cuts me.

This seesaw love,
It plagues me,
My head it whirls and twirls about,
Love stalks my smitten soul.

By L. M. Montes

Posted in Fiction, Poetry

One Starry Night

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One starry night I lay beneath the sky,
the crickets strummed their violins so sweet,
dewy drops tickled,
the cool it prickled,
the moon man smiled up high.



Posted in Poetry

Hear The Lord by L. M. Montes

I sing to you my Lord
and praise your Holy Name,
Dance with me my Jesus,
may the music sweep us away

Today I lay on mountains high
and breath your breath’s wind,
The trees they sway and leaves they sing
the notes of my Savior’s hymns.

I rest my weary head on you
and hear all life’s long rhythms,
My sins may interrupt my song
but you conduct their collapse.

In your name I bow down
and humble at your feet,
My hand you take and draw me near
to dwell in your home so sweet.

Chorus

Hear the Lord calling to you,
His voice a sweet melody,
Listen, my child, I am your God,
My love an ovation do dear.

Posted in Poetry

Call To Jesus by L. M. Montes

O Holy Lamb of God,
You hold eternity in Your hand.
Only You can break the seals
To bring the beginning of the end.

O Angels from on high,
You sound your trumpet blast.
Thunder peals and stars they fall
Christ Jesus has come at last.

Our King He reigns forever,
And wipes our tears with peace.
To Him all praise and glory
As we live eternally.

Refrain

Call to Jesus, Call to Him
Call His Holy name, in that hour
of dark destruction, to you His
light He will ordain.