Golden Leaves

James Stephen Christian

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THAT WHICH I LOVE
That which I love, Spirit of God, family,
And the beauty of nature.
The open road of life is a road well worth traveling.

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• Poetry

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• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 15 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665568418
• Langue: English

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Golden Leaves
 
 
 
James Stephen Christian
 
 
 
 
 

 
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Published by AuthorHouse 11/04/2022
 
ISBN: 978-1-6655-6842-5 (sc)
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CONTENTS
GOLDEN LEAVES
BIOGRAPHY
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
A Gallery of Stars
As The Years Change
Beginning My Book
Closing My Eyes
December Leaves
Enchanting Embrace
Hawaiian Nights
Humbly Yours
Memories, Fond Memories
Missing in Action
Morning Wings
My Child, My Life
Night Light
North Shore of Oahu
Poetry
Sky Birds
Sleepless Night
Spring Air
The Meadow
The Moon Also Sets
The Music Of Life
The Star in Me
Time Buried in Eternity
Tonight will Bring Tomorrow
Voyage of The Ghost Ship P.1
Watching The River Flow
Where are The Clouds
WITH AUTUMN
CHAPTER 2
An Artist’s Eyes
Beauty in Jesus
Bedtime Thoughts
Holy Life
Last Night
Saint Paul, Christian
The Stars
CHAPTER 3
A Baby’s First Tooth
Dreams of Tomorrow
My Little Man and Me
CHAPTER 4
A WINTER’S NIGHT
Beautiful Glow
Beauty in The Night
Child
I Had You
If I Can Hold You
Life is Good
Living for The Moments
O, What A Feeling
Oceanside
Reflections and Shades
Sandpipers
School Days
Stay with Me Now
The Days of Loving You
The Mind has A Million Dreams
Toronto
We Were Young Lovers
You’re Beautiful, Beautiful
Your Smile
CHAPTER 5
Colors Faded to Gray
Come to Me in The Spring
Do You Love Me
Garret Gabriel
I Come To You
I Love You from Afar
I Love You
It Rained Today
Joli
Loneliness Holds No Embrace
Lonely Looking Sky
Looking Out To Sea
Music, Poetry, and Prayer
Oceans Crash Before Me
Reaching Out
Regrets
Smile, I Loved Your Smile
Summer Joy
The Clouds of Yesteryear
The Colors of My Life
The Day is Through
The Monarchs Returned
To Love Again
Waves
When at First You Loved Me
Whirlwind
Wishing You were Near
You were So Young
CHAPTER 6
’Twas A Late Autumn Rainy Night
A Summer’s Day
Beauty in A Dirge
By The Water’s Edge
Crying Over The Loss
Dreams and Reality
Emme
End of June
Flag and Cross
Goodbye, Goodbye
Hat in Hand
I See Things
I’m Here with You Now
Inside I’m Struggling
Looking Ahead to When
Loving Lost Things
Missing You
More Than I Can Bear
My Head’s A Spin
Not Knowing is The Hardest Thing
Suddenly Your World Changes
CHAPTER 7
If I was Young Again
It Hurts To Love
Looking Out The Window
Margaret Mary
November Wildflowers
Pieces That I Love
Playing The Wing
Remember Me with Laughter
Remembering When
When The Children Were Young
Wisdom
CHAPTER 8
Breath of Heaven
Broken Pieces
Christmas Time
Evil Knows No Color
God Sees Everything
God’s Will
I Love Myself More
Jesus, My Hero
Lord God Almighty
Rapture
Spirit Within
The Holy Land
The Meaning of Life
The Second Coming
To You, I Count
CHAPTER 9
Having Felt Pain
If She Loved Me
It’s Quiet Now
One-Sided Love
The Young Man that I Was
War Makes No Sense
CHAPTER 10
Pictures
EPILOGUE
 
GOLDEN LEAVES
Through all the joys and sorrows of life
I need God more,
I need Him more.
The prose and poetry of
James Stephen Christian
Drawings by Robert James Christian
BIOGRAPHY
James Stephen Christian, born: April 10, 1956
Detroit, Michigan.
I began writing when I was twenty.
I’ve lived in Michigan, Colorado, and Hawaii.
I have a large family.
My parents - James Walter and Margaret Mary.
Siblings - Artus, Michele, Nicolette, Mark, and Robyn.
Children - Kyle James, Joli Michelle, Shane Michael,
Robert James, Garret Gabriel
And granddaughter Emersyn Joli.
PROLOGUE
APRIL SON
Here the old world is a gift from me,
To God and humanity
I offer my Golden Leaves of poetry.
Thoughts of passion and sp irit
Expressing the essence of me.
Myself, Jamie
The life, light, and shadow of a man.
My character is one of an athlete, adventurer, comic, music lover,
Poet, beachcomber, stargazer, and Christian.
I am a young man who has old dreams.
In my mind, there’s the peace and anguish of daily living.
In my dreams, there’s optimism.
In my body, there’s strength.
In my heart, there’s love.
In my spirit, there’s the desire for adventure.
I feel old,
As though my life has always been.
I feel young,
With my April birth, spring begins.
I believe tomorrow holds the future
For one as young as I am.

C hapter 1
A GALLERY OF STARS
A gallery of stars
Blazing wildly throughout the centuries.
A watery, earthly pl anet
Floating amid this bountiful universe,
Shrouded in mystery.
Then man appears
Sailing ships.
Ships upon the sea
And across the sky.
Past and present
Mankind keeps searching,
Searching for the reasons why?
AS THE YEARS CHANGE
As the years change, one’s mind.
My present dreams are even better
Than the ones I left behind.
BEGINNING MY BOOK
Now that I have little but pen and paper
It’s a good time for me to start writing.
Words come to mind rich and true
Leaving a sincere meaning.
CLOSING MY EYES
Closing my eyes, I can dream
Of many splendorous scenes.
But the reality of a simple touch
Is more significant than all of my dreams.
DECEMBER LEAVES
The autumn winds twirled thousands upon thousands of leaves tumbling over a large grassy field.
As I sat against a tree one afternoon, I imagined a historic battlefield.
Those leaves represented to me the men from the north and south.
The fathers and sons who once lived in peace
Then were scattered in the changing winds.
A man’s fear shouted the battle cries during the war as a bayonet ripped one’s guts out.
Vast armies clashed with swords, rifles, and cannons, slaughtering each other.
They burned down towns and devastated the countryside.