Paul Hughey Art
{Acrylics & Poetry}
Poetry
HEAVEN LAST NIGHT
(Inspired the painting)
I thought I saw you in Heaven last night
Although I couldn't quite see you I recognized the sweet sound of your voice echoing through the treetops seducing the twilight
I thought I saw you in Heaven last night
It all seemed so surreal, the cold mist on my cheeks and the rose petals falling from the sky were such a beautiful sight
I thought I saw you in Heaven last night
Seeing you and hearing your voice gave me much needed comfort and courage that it will all be alright
I thought I saw you in Heaven last night
LOVE
Why is love so amazing but yet it can cut so deep?
Why is love so easy to find but yet so hard to keep?
Why is love so peaceful but yet so explosive?
Why is love so harmonious but yet so corrosive?
Why is love so beautiful but yet can leave a void in the stars?
Why is love so pure but yet can leave so many scars?
Why?
THROUGH HER LOVE
My soul was hurting from past transgressions that just wouldn’t seem to loosen their grip.
My vision of God’s purpose in my life was clouded,
Endlessly searching for answers one empty bottle at a time.
This worldly fix would only last long enough to realize that yet again my problems were still there.
Morning after morning as I flushed my inner demons away I begged for God’s grace and mercy, praying for a sign that he was still listening.
Thank you lord for revealing your sign, your blessings through her are truly divine.
For what was before now has gone, the world can no longer use me as its pawn.
My soul was hurting from past transgressions that just wouldn’t seem to loosen their grip.
My vision of God’s purpose in my life was clouded,
Endlessly searching for answers one empty bottle at a time.
This worldly fix would only last long enough to realize that yet again
Morning after morning as I flushed my inner demons away I begged for God’s grace and mercy, praying for a sign that he was still listening.
Thank you lord for revealing your sign, your blessings through her are truly divine.
For what was before now has gone, the world can no longer use me as its pawn.
EARLY FALL
(Inspired the painting)
Its going to be an early Fall.
Brisk air flutters as the crisp leaves sway gently in the mist.
Its going to be an early Fall.
Once lush vibrant green leaves that matured just a season ago are in rapid decline.
Its going to be an early Fall.
Brilliant red, orange, and yellow colors stimulate our senses for just a short time.
Its going to be an early Fall.
One by one the leaves gently drift away from the trees to their final resting place.
Its going to be an early Fall.
Far too many souls have paralleled the patterns of the Fall.
Its going to be an early Fall.
Each descending leaf is an eternal reminder of how bold and beautiful their lives were.
Its going to be an early Fall.
HEROES
Heroes are ordinary people who do extraordinary things for others
Heroes are not famous they are infamous
Heroes are not boastful or selfish, but are compassionate and selfless
Heroes are not in it for money, but are in it to save lives
Heroes are not on the cover pages, but are always on our hearts
Heroes do not seek attention, but they do deserve our respect
Heroes do not strive for immortality, but risk it all for us
Heroes do not live forever, but they are never forgotten
WHAT IF
God created the heavens and the earth and is as big as the world we live in or as small as the matchbox in our pocket.
Jesus parted the Red Sea and healed the sick
What if we stopped and witnessed to the homeless
What if we gave shelter and food to the poor
Jesus died on the cross so that we would have eternal salvation
What if we stopped to care for the sick and forgotten
What if we surrendered our free will to the lord on high
What if we took him out of the box and spread his love like a fire
that would burn so bright we would lead others to the light.
Jesus parted the Red Sea and healed the sick
What if we stopped and witnessed to the homeless
What if we gave shelter and food to the poor
Jesus died on the cross so that we would have eternal salvation
What if we stopped to care for the sick and forgotten
What if we surrendered our free will to the lord on high
What if we took him out of the matchbox and spread his love like a fire that would burn so bright we would lead others to the light.
THROUGH THE WINDOW
Her hair is long and illuminates through the window.
Her skin is so silky soft through the window.
Her eyes sparkle like emeralds through the window.
Her expression is elegant yet mysterious through the window.
Her lips are red and extremely sensual through the window.
Her aura draws me in and is intoxicating through the window.
My heartbeat is elevated as I gaze at her through the window.
My palms are sweaty and my throat is dry through the window.
My mind is racing as I try to find courage through the window.
My stomach is in knots thinking of what to say through the window.
My eyes are fixated on her every move through the window.
My name is Paul, I noticed how beautiful you are through the window.
LOVE LOST BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN
She embraces her husband for the last time
He is all dressed in red, white, and blue
It’s here that we lay this war hero to rest
She just can’t let go, for he grounded her soul
Her world is suffocating around her quickly
She never asked for that 21 gun salute
She is beginning to think that God is just a fluke
Oh precious child you have suffered enough
Oh precious child he feels your pain
Let Jesus cleanse your tears and wash away your fears
God is your refuge and strength, for you are not forsaken
Her world is suffocating around her quickly
She never asked for that 21 gun salute
She is beginning to think that God is just a fluke
Oh precious child you have suffered enough
Oh precious child he feels your pain
Let Jesus cleanse your tears and wash away your fears
God is your refuge and strength, for you are not forsaken