collections

LOOK UP

In a stone cold world a warm wind blows,from the heavens a mighty rock glows- a warning is given at the rainbows end,where toiling farmers their harvests tend.
Where once there was plenty and then the floods came…and then the boiling sun would tame,now in one place and then in another,until good men would wail and curse one another.

the stone rolled closer until all of us knew,we could not blame governments,god,or the PEW:
We could not blame the soldier or the books on our shelves….not long awaited SAVIORS…..only ourselves!

Look up to a wide and tender blue sky,and know your redemption soon draweth nigh.

“NIGHTFALL”

alone under starspassing slowly in the night,within half moon glitter I stay out of sight
and glance at the shimmering waters nearby,takeing their prayers to the father on high.

Asleep the green forest and mountains of stone cast no shadow on a path they now own. You will hear no screams or curses of fear in this holy realm so far yet so near.

Bent by a wind the tree bows in awe of the majesty and quiet of natures law,along the thin balcony of darkness and mist the father leans forward for a midnight kiss,tugging ever so gently on his blancket of night,giving me comfort for the day long and brite.

Hope lay eternal as I opened my eyes to a golden sunset and promised reprise.
we only see endings,not the infinite charms from darkness to dawning in gods loving arms.

Charles h Buchanan 111

In memoriam

god has come to the weak and the weary and for the hour of their loss shall grieve with them for a period of time,yet remind all his Christ died on a cruel cross:
a fate most painful and suffered at the hands of those he created…a sin of attrition and a vile rebuke at the hands of sinners contemplated.
so as we ponder the losses of youth we stand at the alter of a cold hard truth.
those in power and those who conceive have failed to believe that god will hold us to account,in his halls of justice where tempests mount.
Mercy is granted but most fail to see or give thanks for christs gift from that cruel tree.
Not all will be spared for lives will be given to show us the anger as the nails were driven…into the palms of the son of man,as nature reels in gods mortal plan.
when you think there is no rhyme or reason for nature,s fury in this prime season…think of the son who kneeled and wept…an appointment with evil he solemnly kept, so that we in our trials could be spared much more pain,and live to share love and truth again.
thank god in heaven for both family and friend and for faith that outshines the anger in men.

WHERE IS CHRISTMAS

Where is Christmas if not in the homeIn the heart of a stranger cold and alone. Where is the giving if we do not shareThat little bright star of faith, power beyond any care. Where is Christmas, is it found in the treeIn the warm hearth fire and family around me I think in my heart it was all alongThe essence of creation and found in a song. A shadow in a corner of a long dark roomThe remnants of my youth or the resurrection tomb. It is found in the womb at the first dawn of lifeAnd celebrated by giving and forgiveness melting bearers of strife Where is Christmas, it was given a nameFor a reason and a season, my eternal flame. Charles H. Buchanan III

MY LIBERTY

Oh,for this immortal pit of tears that dries the marrow of my bones,have I given the blood in my pen,and the wisdom of my years.
Liberty hath cloaked all sorrow for a moment,for a time,and shared my christs sweet mercy in a sonnet and a rhyme.
But now the pain of ageless sin has echoed once again,from wars bleak,stale hypocrisy in to the hearts of men.
Led from light unto darkness by the pale-pious few who prey on the bloodied harvests of we who once a savior knew.
We now must face an angel bred in our own deep wounds…in fields of historys graveyards,where once red roses bloomed.
We face this new world together for better or for worse,but the ancient curse held by kings,binds chapter,law and verse.
Forgotten are the vows…the testaments of sweet youth,where flag and freedom of common man hold the banner of all truth.
Forever will I cherish the law which groomed our land,and loaned me my dear liberty and held gods mighty hand.
Charles h Buchanan 111
sunriver,oregon 

THEY RISE AGAIN

They may have been a brother,a sister or a friend…they rise again declaring the legacy of men.
Born in wombs of freedom they fell in distant lands; they come again rejoiceing where the flag of liberty stands.
We live again to honor,they live again to proclaim the unity gained by courage and hopes eternal flame.
They rise again from the ashes of historys sonnet of grief,their love of country proud and deep…the bonds beyond belief.
But singing songs of valor they fought yet sought no gain…to stand before the gates of freedom to give this nation its name:
They rise again united,and from histories bloody rod,have given us their blessing;
“ONE NATION UNDER GOD”
“SOLDIER” 

WHEN KINGDOMS FAIL IN A LONG DARK NIGHT,AND BATTLES RAGE FAR OUT OF SIGHT,BLED THROUGH STRONG ARMOR FLOWS THE SOLDIERS TEARS-WE SEE THE STAIN OF TWO THOUSAND YEARS,ON CUP AND CHALICE AND HEAVY WOODEN CROSS-THE LOSS OF ONE SAINT AT SUCH GREAT COST.
EVEN ONE IS TOO DEAR TO HANG ON THAT TREE;MORTAL COMBAT HUNG IN EFFIGY,IT CURSES THE LAND THAT SENT YOU FORTH AND SCATTERS YOUNG BONES IN SHALLOW EARTH.
A BUGLE BLOWN AND TWENTY ONE GUN SALUTE WILL NEVER KNOW THIS SILENT RECRUIT,HE WANTED NO PITY NOR DARK REMORSE AND FINDS NO REST ON BATTLEFIELDS VILE COURSE.
LORD PLEASE SEND WHAT REMAINS OF ME TO THAT GREAT HIGH MOUNT CALLED CALVARY,WHERE CHRIST WAS SENT WITHOUT A SWORD TO DIE IN BATTLES FOR GODS WORD.
THE LONG MARCH;THE ORDER; THAT PERILOUS SORE,NEVER ASKED FOR LESS BUT BEGGED FOR MORE-DUTY NOW CARVED ON CROSSES AND STONE FOR THE MEMORY OF MILLIONS WHILE I DIED ALONE.
YOU CAN SEE THE FACES IN THE STRIPES AND BRITE STARS,WHERE EMPIRES NOW BANKRUPT BARE WARS SCARS.
WHEN KINGDOMS FAIL IN THAT LONG DARK NIGHT,AND BATTLES RAGE FAR OUT OF SIGHT-REMEMBER THE PAIN AND FERVENT PLEA:
MY HONOR WAS THE ONLY VICTORY.
CHARLES BUCHANAN 111 

Charles h Buchanan 111