Living A Lie

Seven sons of Sceva

A devil went to deliver

Their names nobody remember

But we cannot forget the drama

'Go out!', was their shout.

'Go out ',they cried aloud

'Come out, ye unclean spirit

This  is a spiritual bout.'

The demon in mirth laughed,

Too amused by their sight

'Who are you?', he finally asked

'To dare to cast me out?'

'We are the Sons of Sceva

Our father is the preacher

This one we will deliver

Either by force or fire!'

'Well, I know the name of Paul.

Jesus I know as Lord.

You, I cannot tell

But ye are no sons of God.'

So the devil upon them lay

And beat them  like his prey 

Till bruised they broke free

And turned to home flee

Seven Sons of Sceva

A devil could not  deliver

Cos  they knew not the Savior

Who graced men with such power

 © Frances A. Hagan 2014

The Jewel You Let Pass

On many uninviting paths

 lie forlorn grotesque logs, 

Trodden daily by those

Who know not their worth.

A good carver is seen in rough wood

Yet unskilled hands reserve such for fire.

ill eyes  often reject  the good

Only to later regret.

So, before you discard as dirt

What for now holds no glow,

Look twice.

Better still, look carefully,

Or you will awake to discover too late

That embedded in that mess

Was a jewel you let pass.

© Frances A. Hagan 2013.

I DANCE FOR THE LORD

The world cannot have me

Its tunes will not sway me

I will not to their music dance

I dance for the Lord

There is music in my heart

And when I dance, it starts

It is its rhythms that moves me

I dance for the Lord

Angels flutter about me

It is their devotion that inspires me

I mimic their art and do my part

I dance for the Lord

In good times or bad times

In hard times or worst times

My movements will Him praise

I dance for the Lord

© Frances A. Hagan 2013.

Treasured Doll

Mother's Treasured Doll

Mother bought a porcelain doll,

A cute pretty thing in a case,

And carried it from the mall

And told us to note the date.

It was a beauty alright

With dark curly hair

Tied into twin ponytail

With white and red ribbons.

Enchanting us daily,

By her looks,

There she stands encased

On top of our fridge.

Her brown eyes beam

From behind long black lashes,

And she has permanently surrendered

To the smile on her lips.

Her lacy dress flows down

Both arms to the wrists,

Covering up her knee

Yet exposing shorts underneath.

Her legs and feet

Are rooted to a green platform,

And forever she remains still

in her white socks and shoes.

A 'Chapel of Angels' beside her stands

With a Christmas tree before it,

Something she cannot worship in

Being more than twice its size.

So this precious collectible

Sits aging without a playmate,

Untouched as Midas gold,

And awaits the day of transfer

To mother's first granddaughter.

© Frances A. Hagan 2013.

SAY NO GENTLY

Life is a  long and lonely journey

That's why, we often seek company

If you will not with me go

Say no gently

A drop of honey attracts many

So your beauty will attract any

You must understand why

Say no gently 

Remember love does not seek consent

It does come often without intent

So do not take too much offense

Say no gently

There is no gain in another's pain

Therefore choose to be humane

Do not drench your admirers in shame

Say no gently

© Frances A. Hagan 2013.