Psalm-Sonnet 3: Let Me Count the Waves

If you made it easy, I'd float away
On my back, on your waves, on this ocean.

Or I'd ride the wind to a sunlit bay
Like a seagull soaring in slow motion.

I would leave behind every earthly care

To commune with you on a peaceful isle.

I would walk with you if you met me there;

I'd live on water, sunshine, and your smile.

And at night, underneath starlight, I'd rest

In the wonder of knowing all is well.

But no matter where, I know I'd be blessed,

For you've made it clear there'll be no farewell.

How do You love me? Let me count the waves.

I'm yours, though I'm one of a million Daves.

© 2022 David Acosta

Live It and Love It

He had had enough, he said,

And then one day he did it.

Oh yeah, he jumped out of bed

And suddenly admitted

That he had been wasting his days.

He chose to color in the grays.

And then he made up his mind

To live his life...

To live it, live it, live it, live it, yeah.

He finally said it's time

To love his life...

To love it, love it, love it, love it, yeah.

She had had enough, she said.

"I'm done with giving up now;

I've been half-alive, half-dead."

She changed her outlook somehow.

Goodbye, self-effacing defeat;

So long, depressing, lonely street.

And then she made up her mind

To live her life...

To live, live it, live it, live it, yeah.

She finally said it's time

To love her life...

To love it, love it, love it, love it, yeah.

I was headed in the wrong direction,

But I didn't even know it.

Hope said, "Dave, relinquish your dejection;

Love your life and start to show it."

And then I made up my mind

To live my life...

To live, live it, live it, live it, yeah.

I finally said it's time

To love my life...

To love it, love it, love it, love it, yeah.

© 2022 David Acosta

Psalm-Sonnet 2: Prayer for Peace

Merciful One, hear us; answer our prayer.

Shelter each languishing, lost refugee.

Peace, be the antidote to this warfare;

Swords into plowshares, O Lord, is our plea.

Drive away hatred; destroy evil schemes.

Comfort the comfortless; wipe ev'ry tear.

Bless your dear children; trade sorrows for dreams:

Blissful epiphanies instead of fear.

Love, wrap your arms around your little ones.

Lead them to safety; be their guiding light.

Mothers and fathers, Lord; daughters and sons;

Wandering, weary ones, homeless tonight.

Angelic harp, drown the warrior's drum.

Thy will be done, Father; thy kingdom come.

© 2022 David Acosta

Psalm-Sonnet 1: Ignite

Why would you want to spend the day with me?
It seems to me you've better things to do.

I talk a lot; I share my thoughts freely;

I want the world to know your ways are true.

But you know who I am; you see my pride.

I look away sometimes; I even run

Into the darkness as if I could hide.

You find me there; your light outshines the sun.

Why do I doubt? Why do I rarely see

The beauty that surrounds me day and night?

Somehow, you beckon gently, lovingly;

Your mercy overrides your righteous might.

Restore my soul; revive this dusty frame.

Ignite this cold, dark heart, oh wondrous Flame,

© 2022 David Acosta

Disenchanted Dreamers

He's a poet; he's a writer
In a realm faraway.
He's a wordsmith, an igniter

Of embers cold and gray.

Somber, regretfully arrayed;

A sad, disenchanted man.

He's a sunset whose colors fade;

A lost, lonely also-ran.

Weary, wistful one,

Open your heart's gate.

Your dream gave up the ghost;

Don't be afraid to let it go.

The time has come for you to start anew.

Underneath the sun,

Dare to contemplate

The things that matter most.

Soar to that mystical plateau

For dreamers whose dreams did not come true.

She's a singer; she's a dancer

On a dark, empty stage;

An eccentric dream romancer;

A songbird in a cage.

She says life is mostly sorrow,

Rambling rhythm, ragged rhyme.

She hopes things will change tomorrow,

But she's running out of time.

Weary, wistful one,

Open your heart's gate.

Your dream gave up the ghost;

Don't be afraid to let it go.

The time has come for you to start anew.

Underneath the sun,

Dare to contemplate

The things that matter most.

Soar to that mystical plateau

For dreamers whose dreams did not come true.

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Underneath the sun,

Dare to celebrate

The things that matter most,

Soar to that mystical plateau

For dreamers whose dreams did not come true.

© 2022 David Acosta