Biography of Don Nguyen
I am a Christian who loves Jesus Christ my Lord with all my heart. I once longed to write poetry but did not have time until this May of 2013. I first enjoyed in composing them but now I found it to be burdensome; however, I am compelled to go on for one purpose only - to bring Christ to the world, to instill love for Him and among us. I always like to write down my contemplative thoughts, the dialogue with God, but not in the rigid form of poetry. To me poetry is written expression of a heart, so forgive me if my writing is so free of poetic rules.
The feelings are mine; the expressive words are His.
Thank you for reading. You are all in my prayers daily.
Don Nguyen Poems
If you sometime miss him, Miss him so much; Please find him in his poems for he is always there; For outside of his poems,
Love In The Air
love dances with the beats of music love flows like waterfall over, filled, souls love immense, engulfs ocean fills all cliffs of life
Spirit Of Love, Pure Love
You Are My Inspiration
I will never leave you, my Love, for I love you For you are my Master and I am your subject You have inspired all my writes, both old and new All I ever knew was to write about you and me
Thoughts On Him
Thought on You like the sweetness of most exotic fruit As Love engraves in thoughts like the vibrant colors of Divine masterpiece; Thought leads to life for a soul or emptiness to a brute.
My Favorite Poet
My favorite poet My favorite poet is not Claude Monet but Van Gogh; Even though Monet is my second best, Van Gogh is at top because he had lived with intensity, With all he had and all he didn’t have.
The Mysteries Of God
At the foremost, God is Love Without Love, there is no God And I thank God for having my God as Love There is no other god whom I long for except the God of Love, Who is Love
Recall The Years Past Between You And Me
When I recall the years past, I remember we once tried to tell each other endless things Lest our conversations ended. When I recall the years past,
I Now Surrender
You have called me thrice; Yes, Lord, I thoroughly grasp what You have justly declared; And now it is the time You veil Your holiness and divine justice; The time for Your servant to offer love,
'No One Else But You'
He Is A Great Adapter, Meant To Be
Tribute To My Most Beloved Artist, Van G...
It was the night filled with the magic of tranquility, punctuated by the steeple of the village church; All abodes have fallen asleep for there was only few flickering lamps lit like dimming stars; Waving golden wheat fields now appeared as being painted deep dark blue. Here and there are a few shrubs, mostly hedges around the houses of peasants can be distinguished
The Last Supper
The last evening of His life,
All sweetness crystallized,
All tenderness condensed,
He gives His All to me, to you,
To the world till the end of time.
He prepares the solemn meal with all yearning.
The Food is His heart.
The Drink is His love.
The Invitation is His desire.