Poems & Prayers

By Mario Miller

Mario Jesus Miller was born April 14, 1963, in Baltimore, Maryland. He is the son of James and Josephine Miller and the eighth of 10 siblings. He graduated from Lake Clifton Senior High School. In January of 1983, he joined the US Army where he served 16 years. Hes a war veteran of Urgent Fury, Grenada, Task Force Unicorn, Honduras, Desert Storm/Desert Shield, Saudi Arabia and Restore Hope, of Somalia, Africa. He exited the US Army in April of 1999. He is married with 3 children and currently resides in North Carolina. He accepted Christ in 1998 at Covenant Love Family Church where he still attends, under the leadership of Pastor Al Brice. Mario is passionate about serving the Lord and winning souls and his zeal for Christ is what inspires his poetry and prayers in hopes that it moves on the hearts of all who reads his work.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 30, 2009
• ISBN: 9781465317551

Mario Miller

Mario Jesus Miller was born April 14, 1963, in Baltimore, Maryland. He is the son of James and Josephine Miller and the eighth of 10 siblings. He graduated from Lake Clifton Senior High School. In January of 1983, he joined the US Army where he served 16 years. He’s a war veteran of Urgent Fury, Grenada, Task Force Unicorn, Honduras, Desert Storm/Desert Shield, Saudi Arabia and Restore Hope, of Somalia, Africa. He exited the US Army in April of 1999. He is married with 3 children and currently resides in North Carolina. He accepted Christ in 1998 at Covenant Love Family Church where he still attends, under the leadership of Pastor Al Brice. Mario is passionate about serving the Lord and winning souls and his zeal for Christ is what inspires his poetry and prayers in hopes that it moves on the hearts of all who reads his work.

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What Does This Poem Mean?

Poetry is written of time far gone and of times yet to be;

Surely you jest, for I have read and still don’t understand

the man, nor his plan.

Should I dwell amongst him and lend a true ear: to hear the embrace

that magnifies his name and game?

Or let him father me into his midst?

The way I see it is that to worship and pray is the way into his heart.

His hands are the keys to unlock the secret of this craft.

Mario J Miller

4June04

Iraq and Me

Away I am!

So far away

I wish to come home, yet I stay anyway.

Crack-Boom!

This is the music that I hear,

with screams of children in my ear.

They call to me as a lake to a pier.

I long for ice cream so smooth and cold

And a quiet spot to just hold on.

Endless is my mission here,

I really don’t know when I can go home.

Hot coffee on hot morns;

I sip and ponder as the war rages on.

How can the sun rise so beautifully?

then uncover the gore from the night before.

Have we won?

Is it over?

Is it soup yet?

I ask again and again, just to hear

Yes fine soldier our end is near

So there’s no need to fear.

Sadly I say to this you hear

Away I am, so far away

I wish to go home, yet I stay anyway.

Mario J Miller

27 April 05

We Are Safe

Who will walk with me tonight?

To my car and to my home?

Who will ride with me tonight on the long and

lonely ride home?

Who will comfort me when all that I knew

and loved has gone away?

My Father in Heaven is with me all the way!

He walks with me, rides with me

And is a comfort to me.

He will never leave me suddenly, for he is with me.

Always & Forever!

Mario J Miller

These Eyes Of Mine

These eyes have seen it all

Or at least I thought.

I’ve seen children scream

and people eating hog spleen

I’ve seen desert storms

and the start and completion of

Task Force Unicorn.

I’ve seen the break of dawn

and the dusty dusk rollin’ on.

I’ve seen the dangerously slim and unusually tall.

I’ve seen a kid’s love of a baby fawn.

I’ve seen Carolina blue skies

and Louisiana gray skies.

I’ve seen stars over Africa

and valleys in Grenada.

Oh how I’ve seen with these eyes of mine.

There are things that haven’t been seen.

like the full spread of Angel Wings

and Jesus costumes on Halloween.

like kids leaving dances and then buckling up

or people feeding more than breadcrumbs to ducks.

Or like a man who plans to rape

Then gets held up and gets there too late.

Like cops catching all the bad guys

So there’ll be less of sad eyes.

That flicker as they dream… .

Oh God, just once lend me eyes of Heaven

So I can see

like the faithful souls

that are unto Thee

Yes, what these eyes have seen and yet not.

I Look On

From my pain-filled room

to the old gray window pane of the next room,

I look on

Dear Daddy, where are you now?

And when will I see you again?

When are you coming home to stay?

I miss you so.

I miss our walks in the parks

And all of our silly little talks.

So for now, I’ll sit here

On this old chair and stare out at the clouds

You used to name for me.

I wish you had never gone in to be a soldier

And you had a regular life of endless Saturdays

With kites in flight.

But for now I’ll just look on,

Unto the clean sheets that blow so gently in the springtime breeze

And watch the Dogwood blossoms lose their petals beneath my knees.

Dear Daddy, these things mean nothing to me

As I look on under our favorite tree

Just come home safe daddy; please!

Sweet Carolina Dreams

Pickle dill rings on a warm afternoon

There on the porch where father gathered to

Rinse the faults and doubts of one another.

Now fade in the afternoon sun

Mother may I have another?

Oh please may I?

Hands clapping and toes tapping

Carry on as grandfather raises up the youth

With new wisdom and sings old hymns of the day;

Ones not forgotten.

Sun sparkling lemonade is poured to fill every glass.

Now once and for all to rid hurts of the past

Rejoice in the great present

And marvelous Future.

Oh Father God, what a great day

You have made for us as you sprinkle

Sun ripen melodies of Heaven upon our heads.

You are such a good God.

You are truly worthy of praise.

You love us all the same and care so very much.

How can one deny your mercy and grace?

You dried all tears and fears

That mocks our rejoicing days of

Pickle dill rings and sweet lemonade rays.

Sweet, sweet Spirit that fills our place

Nothing could be finer