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Alan's poems

Postby Alan McDougall on July 19th, 2016, 10:37 am 

Oh!!, beautiful planet earth!!! why? why? why?
Oh terra, terra, terra! I have loved you so,
           And sown your golden fields
                     With my songs of peace
I died to hear the music you should know
        By now...the song to bid your
            Surging cease.
‘Why, terra did you turn to hate?
         Your blue and earthen hope
             Of joy with greed
                       On your restless need for
                               Death and war

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A Poem I wrote for those who might fear death!

Postby Alan McDougall on July 19th, 2016, 10:43 am 

Infinity Road

as I approach the infinite long dark night
resist it with all my might
I try and try to comprehend this end
to which all men must descend

is it a sleep that all must take?
or is it an eternal end that all must make?
I like to dream of awakening in light not dark
in a beautiful place to which all righteous men depart

do we sleep the sleep of forever?
or do we awake some other place together?
does the answer to this ultimate question
remain forever a process of eternal redemption?

on one glorious day from timeless sleep I awoke
and heard a beautiful and kind voice that sweetly spoke
my faithful son at last you have became to understand
exactly your place in this troubled land

you, my beloved, have truly never ceased to seek
the infinite destiny that in eternity for you I keep
so for you and your family, no eternal death awaits
because of your zeal to know your fate

soon I will bring you all to this holiest place
and there I will you never forsake
very soon, you shall hear a sweet call in the dark of night
come, come into the holy glory of the father spirit of mighty might

I walk in the cool of evening along sweet meadows I have never seen
I smell the beauty of grasses that have never been
strange golden streams of crystal waterfowls
as the blue glory of mighty skies above glows

I search the long forgotten memories in the attic of my mind
along the twisted channels the very depth soul that I could not find
I see before me things so wonderful I knew from long ago
I puzzle over the enigma of knowing what I do not know

out there far beyond the knowledge of any man is revealed
something of such great mystery to it my heart had appealed
why have I on this one thing so many years stalled?
is this infinite knowledge from many men would be appalled?

walking on through the shade of great trees that give eternal life
I hear the sweet forgotten voice that comes to free us all from everlasting strife
among high green new grasses in this new do land grow
as transparent waters chuckle dance, sparkle, and flow

Alan (composed 16/2/2005)
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A Poem About what happens in the moments after death

Postby Alan McDougall on July 19th, 2016, 10:48 am 

Immanuel’s Light

A poem by Alan McDougall 2001

Come fly towards majestic Orion with me
At great speed to our majestic god we flee
Through a wide river, at last, we fly
Reaching out to a great light beyond the sky

Towards the sides of the north nearer and nearer we flew
Arrayed in spotless white robes given to you
Across a vast space of infinite night
Together clothed in glory we continued our flight

Oh great heavenly cavern so measureless to man
See before majestic Immanuel gather all who can
By mighty angels, through glorious clouds, we are driven
Closer and closer to gods mighty throne in the midst of heaven

At last to those mighty gates of heaven, we came
Baptized by El Shaddias light all were the same
In joyful luminous glory, all creation did sing
By that stupendous realm of the holy king

A mighty voice shook all creation and rang through the air
Saying loud gather all around great EL Shaddais colossal chair
Look at god’s right a wonder is seen to rise
“Oh my beloved son, at last, I can give you your PRIZE”

Bathed in beautiful grandeur of the one who had atoned
Countless multitudes stood quietly before Emmanuel enthroned
Joyfully before Emmanuel at last
Faces glowing by lakes colored by golden riven glass
Rejoicing at a life that would now never pass

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