THE PHANTOM OF VALENTINE

I saw you walk away one day
It seemed so subtle at the start
But I could see that in your eyes
A phantom-dream tugged at your heart.

While spring was young and innocent
We danced together in the rain
Time had so little meaning then
Did not that phantom call in vain?

But love built castles in the sand
No wave could wipe its memory clean
Except that through the setting sun
The phantom's shadow could be seen.

The winter's breeze began to blow
Its blazing embers once so bright
Refused the warmth of its embrace
And chose the phantom's foolish flight.

But dreams are never true to life
And phantoms only follow dreams
So lets wake up to life's new day
And drink from Love's eternal springs.
--B. Pent

WHAT DEFINES LOVE?

Love is more than a feeling you feel
When emotions get out of control
Or a rush of adrenalin mix
When one's passions take hold of the soul.

Love is more than a word that is thought
When a touch or a look is supplied
Or a warm fuzzy feeling that beckons
To build up your ego with pride.

Love does not grow in a vacuum
Its nature gives all without price.
Not like this world's selfish offer
That demands in return its own prize.

Love is a verb wrapped up as a Gift
It's a message of infinite worth
No one can selfishly hoard it away
It's the seed of God's priceless New Birth

So give it away to all who have need
Its a balm for the wounded in heart
Then like a spring in a desert you'll find
Rivers of Love that will never depart.
--B. Pent

MY EMPTY HEART

Why does my heart seem so empty
Even when life looks so good?
Why does the mist in my spirit
Garner control of my mood?

Is it perchance I am searching
For phantoms just out of my reach
For something to fill up a longing
That no one in this life can breach?

The pot at the end of my rainbow
Seems always to vanish away
Each time that I reach for a nugget
I find nothing coming my way.

Then a small voice seems to whisper
Like the sound of a morning dove
"Nothing compares with the offer
Of God's indescribable love."

So next time my heart starts to hunger
For something to fill up that space,
I'll always remember His offer
To give me His fullness and grace.
--B. Pent