"A Near-Death Experience of A Sweetheart"
Floating through a corridor between two different Worlds
among white fluffy clouds and shimmering stars awhile wind unfurls
racing into darkness: destination to death's door
living in a heavenly kingdom ... forevermore ...
Traveling through deep tunnel as cold fingers touch
walls of blackened essence creating thoughts to clutch
quickly toward a bright white light of peace
my soul and spirit being experienced soft release ...
Rushing to a Paradise, landing on streets of gold
seeing the Face of God so clearly to behold
longing to embrace my dear departed family
loved ones who had gone before to their final destiny ...
Their captivating smiles excited my soul
sharing love once more as was in their earthly roll
but a huge white Angel stood between my track
he spoke mentally "child of God you must go back.
And yet, I was not sad but happy to have seen
my precious treasured relatives cuddled by Supreme Being
why? I questioned must I return to Planet Earth?
Angel responed not your time to stay
your purpose unfulfilled for God to cherish every day ...
Suddenly transported through the tunnel smelling flowers
a jorney taking minutes but feeling like hours
and soon the sights and sounds ignited quiet hospital room
while my loved ones endured possibility of doom ...
My husband was squeezing my hand so tight I felt his love
as my children sobbed so loud praying to above
my eyes opened wide as I inhaled a breath
escaping to my body while I avoided Death ...
This near-death experience was an inspiration
for another realm exists in utter fascination
for now the message lives to enjoy both love and life
have no fear for death is harmless and erases strife ...
Hover close to God and always give Him thankxxx
through trials and tribulations He relieves all angst
Treasure every moment and anticipate the end
a beutiful place is waiting reuniting family and friends ...
Kisses and hugs replaced those solitary tears
knowing what lies ahead extinguishes all fears
please celebrate the gift of life in grateful attitude
Eternity is awesome with unending interlude ...
Trust not in the words: "In God We Trust", printed on currency,
for God and Money should be kept separate,
unless one desires to tempt fate with the Money-God,
tempt fate by not over-turning the money-lenders' tables,
although many might argue how this isn't good for business.
Why not know the value of life,
instead of focusing too hard on the prices of Idols.
People are bleating at the prospect of "God" being removed
from money, arguing that if God is removed from money,
the grazing grounds will become Godless.
With or without the words,
a Money-God is a God nonetheless.
There is at least one true God,
whether man-made or not;
an authority of control,
a God of profit margins.
Violence is a profit margin.
Hatred is a profit margin.
Bullets, Amendments, and Death, are all profit margins.
The war being waged upon children, is a profit margin.
If I had been given the chance,
I would have tried my best to take him out,
morphed the vapours of my remaining hatred into bullets,
or torn him apart with my hands.
To stop innocents from losing their innocence.
There are lines drawn in minds,
that if crossed over, stretch beyond the bristle-board of rehabilitation.
Even Clockwork Orange bleeds into crimson spatters.
When a child survives a massacre,
runs across his school field to find safety from a stranger,
proclaiming to the stranger, "I can't go back to my school, it isn't safe there.
My teacher was killed, I don't have a teacher anymore.
All of my friends are dead."....
....then innocence has been lost, and the Money-God is empowered even more.
Lost innocence spreads like a disease through the minds of global villagers.
Fear breeds fear, breeds control and disintegration of the Stream-Mind.
If I had been given the chance,
I would have fought fire with fire,
fed the beast within,
taken him apart with a breath of hatred.
Breathed it out, pushed it out, purged it out.
Satan is a scapegoat used by people who are unwilling
to take accountability for their actions and sacred responsibilities.
The Beast is humanity -
not marked by a fairy-tale Devil,
but instead marked by the Money-God created in the image of man;
recreating the image of man through fear.
Some people might be intrigued by how many definitions of God there are.
Even if money is a necessity,
within our core there should reside a different Kingdom -
without and within, within and without.
If I had been given the chance -- past tense....
....if I am given the chance,
I will try my best to take him out,
smudge him out
with the remaining hatred in my heart.
Breathe it out, push it out, purge it out,
until all that's left is to love,
until all that's left is to love.
December 14th, 2012 - S.H.E.S: 28 - 2 = 26
January 7th, 2013
I do not know?
As today.. tis 4th of July
May Blessings come
before Your eyes
All Praise and Glory
be to God Almighty
As You watch and see
Beyond and within Fireworks
Sparkling lights glares
Beholding Lights of Beauty
Love of God everywhere
when You see Fire-lights
Sparkling within the night
Tis just like
God Beauty is given Inside
Behold beautiful Souls
Whom within hearts
Fire-lights are Lit-Glow
In hopes that others
Shall see.. come to Believe
God's Radiant Light
Given His Gift of Love
Only Through Our Savior
Comes to Jesus
Fire-Lights of Love lit-within
Born-again.. Free from their sin
God's Glorious Light
Shall Always Shine
Within Our Hearts.. Souls.. Minds
Awaiting for the Precious time
When Our Savior.. Our Messiah
Comes to take Us home
up High.. within the Sky..
Behold.. All Born-again Souls
Hearts on Fire-Lights Glow
As Radiant.. Beautiful Love
Sparkling Star-bursts Lights
Showers of Glorious Love
Radiant and Bright
As Jesus comes from Heavens
Lights Bursting in Air
Souls together everywhere
Gether High in Sky..
Meeting Our Glorious Light
Our Savior.. Jesus Christ
Come to Jesus
Beautiful Colors bursting of Love
God's Beautiful gift
When time be
You then too.. Be swept up..
born-again.. Into Gods Eternal Light
Set Free.. Fire-light lit
Stars Sparkling Lights
For God is the One
that makes all things happen
God's Beautiful Glory
As Souls Like Stars bursting in air
As Jesus comes.. Like.. through the Night
Holy Spirit of Love.. non can compare
Shall No longer be here
For then Rapture..
Has Taken place
Whomsoever is born-again
Beholding God's Grace
Will be transformed
Reborn.. Sparking Love
Changed in Twinkling Light
Gone Home to be
With Jesus Christ
Our Glorious King
Everlasting Glorious Colors
Pure Holy Light.. Eternity
Come behold God’s Holy Light
As the Star Bursting through the night
Be Saved through God’s Radiant Glorious Light
Our Savior ..Jesus Christ
I feel your spirit in the trees
As your blessed birds
Surround me with their song.
That first warm sip
Of morning tea,
My closed eyes,
deep long breaths
As I meditate and
I sense your divineness in me.
I feel your breath upon my cheek
In a caressing breeze
That wanders by,
That faintest floral scent
That lingers in the air
Lets me know
You are everywhere.
I feel one with the rising sun
As twilight skies
Gently morph from lavender to blue,
And your fingers of light behind
Silver clouds subtlety filters through.
I am thrilled to spend
Another glorious day with you.
© Connie Marcum Wong
For God so loved this sinful world, He gave us all His son;
That we might live with Him one day, when life on Earth is done.
No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed,
And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed.
The time was short for Jesus Christ, but what He gave mankind
To lift our hearts and save our souls has yet to be refined.
The grace and style in which He moved through politics and fools,
Has paved the way for paths we trod through worldly ways and rules.
His teachings spread throughout the land, His miracles renowned,
He only had to touch a life to show His love was sound.
Two thousand years have come and gone since Christ communed with man;
And with his dying saved us all, to serve God's ancient plan.
He rose from death, as He had said, and proved His word was true,
That life eternal waited those who choose to suffer through.
Salvation came that fateful day, the Bible tells us so;
And time has shown that through God’s love the weakest spirits grow.
Now, modern times are hard on us and cause us all to doubt,
For change is there at every turn, and Satan’s always out.
It’s now we need the love of God, for always, as before;
Just lift your heart and ask for it, and see what lays in store.
It’s through God’s love we handle change and how it makes us strong
In ways we deal with worldly things and sort the right from wrong.
For change is just another way the Lord sees fit to use
To make our days seem fresh and new with paths to take and choose.
It’s by our faith we live our lives and seek a brighter day,
And how we find the confidence when doubts get in the way.
But most of all it’s happiness that faith’s been known to give
When our misfortunes come to cloud these modern times we live.
We need not fear what God has wrought. We need not know His plan.
We only need to know He’s there, and love’s in store for man.
Just think the words you’d ask in prayer, and ere a sound be heard,
His perfect love will fill your heart before you’ve breathed a word.
No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed,
And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed.
But God forgave our debt to Him, we live in grace today;
The greatest love you’ve ever known is just a breath away.
God Sends Promises and Love
God sends rain, snow , all kinds of weather
sweet love that brings us all together
A miracle or two when we so badly need it
gardens of fruits if we but weed it!
God gifts our lives with our sweet kids
pulls us up when our lives hit the skids
Brushes us off with gentle mercies divine
blesses us with good food and his wine!
God sent love by way of his Saviour Son
miracles of love not to ever be outdone
Rainbows showing promises very sublime
a reward of love and eternity in time!
God stands the Rock that meets our needs
Forgives us of even the most wicked deeds!
As precious stones are hidden and entwined
In minerals of ordinary worth,
They must be found, professionally mined
From common, rocky layers of the earth.
Extracted, polished, cut, they'll stand apart
As valued gems. Neglected, they will share
In earth's destructive force—erosion's art—
Dissolve away with nature's wear and tear.
Oh God, you are both mine and miner; strip
This soul embedded in your work of clay,
And let your tools of grace and fellowship
Preserve the gem of Love from life's decay.
Cut many facets that reflect and show—
The worth of gem and miner in its glow.
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Precious Stones and Gems
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
To hear the whippoorwills' sad urgent call
I was very glad when I was a lad
But now twilight nearing new season's fall
My Essence of truth my consciousness calls
My tears being not of my former years
For sake of humans I now turn my cares
As compassion of true identity
From sacred place calls from infinity
Within unlimited aspects' of me
A great white throne in the distance I see
Around sacred bend a familiar friend
Silhouette of me as my God I see
No more desirous of earth's vain glory
The mind's wilderness of exploratory
History recedes illusions of me
My ego thoughts I just had to be
Totality of Love I see as me
Enter into God's synchronicity
I now see my God as I now see me
As sacredness of the reality
As Sacredness calls a new season's fall
Recesses the former whippoorwills' call
As new life calls I now realize it all
New life is in the Sacred Season's Fall
Mystified as I liquefied I cry
As in spirit of love quite high I fly
Above consequences life's densities
As spiritual tears replace human fears
Love’s a mystical force, that’s laden with nectar and emotion,
That many people sacrifice so much so often for in this life.
Love has the properties of an all-powerful alchemic potion,
Which is said can better help those in such a forlorn strife!
This famous four-letter word has such a unique persuasion,
And has made those lost in it so hopeless to understand it.
Love’s been known to make people quite crazy on occasion,
Which makes it most alluring and for some—a proverbial hit!
Love does make one very crazy at times because of its sheer power,
And its ever-emotive force affects surely the body, mind, and soul.
Love’s all-pervasiveness puts it in demand daily and by the hour,
And its deep influence is felt so special within one’s mind and soul!
Love’s that special emotion that many never really get enough of,
And as the language of Cupid, it sends signals not always clear to see.
This fuels a person’s fury when he or she only desires to be loved,
And will sacrifice all so greatly while crying even on a bended knee!
Love’s the soul’s fire and it makes one’s life whole and worth living,
And it’s the balm which calms frayed emotions—a surcease of sorrow.
Love’s an enchanted state of being, that when shared keeps on giving,
And with its angelic qualities helps all of us find that better tomorrow!
Love’s the soul’s fire, influenced by Cupid’s most wonderful intent;
And Love, worth its weight in gold is most worth having in our life,
As one seeks its solace and divine rapture on that final angelic ascent,
When God calls one’s soul to Heaven love abounding, free from strife!
God’s message is simple—a special need of love in one’s life and soul,
And that’s why love’s the soul’s fire, which makes us human and whole!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, (January 4, 2015)
W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him. It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day.
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today!
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.
H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You. Will You accept this love?
For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.
Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.
Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.
Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.
God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."
God Gave You a Second Chance
Not ready to leave this world with unfinished business determining the souls color; you’re on borrowed time! Prayers to heaven and words spoken from the heart brought perspective to what time remained. Fear and regret knowing this may be the end brought us closer than before. Always by your side loving, giving freely would now perhaps help spare your life adding color to your heart and soul.
The soul colored with Hope, Faith, and Love, the greatest being Love! I wonder have you given God what was expected for a second chance at life to color your heart and soul. Color determines the hearts purity and the soul’s condition.
Souls are empty without love in the purest form; if you do not receive and give without fear, shame, or doubt! From the outside looking in many colors of love surround your soul. I pray the love I give you understand the colors surrounding my heart and soul.
Love was holding you when death looked you in the face and love put death on hold! God and I give you Love. How do you face life and death now, with a heart and soul of vivid colors nourished by our love? God blessed us and we know what matters most. You now live your bucket list, God’s too.
Your list will end, mine too. Sharing with a loved one brings special meaning, understanding, and allows comfort taking away fear, pain, and panic. With unconditional love all’s shared. Colors of the soul glow, angels gather, and God gently lifts one unto himself. The guardian angels exit; slowly colors fade, a feeling passes the one left behind as the end has come. I imagine the colors of love in the heart and soul.
I am the spirit of satin stardust
and the antiquities of golden memories alive
I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun
and greet you in the misty morning light
I am the steady and rolling drum beat
echoing from the jagged heights above
I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters'
and the freedom birds of love
I rise above the white summer clouds
in lilting songs of grace
and roam with the western tail-winds
to take you home again
I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty
of love hope and faith
I have come to tell................
Contest~ONE OF YOUR BEST
Like a little child
who's dirty and unclean
I've played in the mud
chasing selfish dreams
Guess I never grew up
A game, was kick the can
But the years have blown by
Now it's time to face the Man
And I'm not ready..
God, I'm not ready!
Then He says to me
Red rover, red rover
Son, it's not to late
You still can come over
Repent and come home
Olly, olly in come free
Jesus gave his life
So that you can be with me
Bowed my head
Still dripping with mud
Took me, just as I am
Born again, covered in crud
Tug of war
Pulled me across His line
And now He is mine
Oh, I am ready
God, I am ready!
*Jesus saves "Just As I Am" cleansing our soul, making us whole,
giving us a heart to want to clean inside and out!
When God is chasing after you..
it's not to pay you back,
it's to bring you back!
The raging beast of fear in darkness was
Its father: Terror
Its mother: Ignorance,
With the black milk of hate was it
By wrath was it, nurtured
By fanaticism its character was forged
Its soul saturated was with repugnance
The deformed prince of gloom, once matured,
A menace to humanity grew up to be,
Threatening the beacon of civilization to
All this, in the name of a God that the brute doesn’t
It demanded the whole world to kneel in dread
Humanity didn’t succumb
United, in its finest hour, marched on,
Sending thus the message to the kingdom of gloom that
Its days are numbered
One ray of light, mightier it is than any amount of darkness
And easily could obliterate beast’s obscure empire at a blink
Of the eye
GOD is not HATE and DARKNESS
LIGHT and LOVE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 JANUARY 2015
*In memory of those who were slaughtered by the evil children
of the beast, be they Christians, Muslims or Jews!
**Dedicated to all those who marched in Paris and elsewhere
and all those who felt In their heart, the solidarity with those who marched!
The whole world shouts: Je suis Charlie!
God knows my heart - my every thought.
He knows when I pray, what I say...
Understands my ways... even those days...
When I don’t have the patience or praise.
God knows my heart - my soul and the part...
Of me that is hidden behind walls built by fear...
Walls of discouragement, disillusion and despair...
Walls that protect those feelings that make me vulnerable.
God knows my heart - even when I don’t...
Know how to put into words... the way that I hurt.
He reads between the lines when I write...
Understanding those feelings I don’t describe.
God knows my heart - the depths of my hopes...
He comforts me when I’m lost in disappointment...
Gives me encouragement and helps me to accomplish...
All those things that I might not believe I’m capable of.
God knows my heart - my inner demons and the battles I fight...
With sadness, anxiety, doubt and insecurity... all of the reasons...
I need second chances - new beginnings and restoration;
All the reasons I have for reaching beyond my own weakness’.
God knows my heart - even when I don’t believe I’m worthy...
He still comforts me when I hurt - heals the wounds and provides...
Everything I could have hoped for... more than I could have imagined...
Blessings beyond my expectations; Grace that abounds in the worst situations.
God knows my heart - welcomes me when my hope has been lost...
Helps me to believe in those dreams I might have given up on...
Leads me through the wrong choices, mistakes, the desperation...
Found in the place where flaws, faults and failures trap my faith.
God knows my heart - remembers my moments of enthusiasm and delight...
Even when I’ve lost sight, given up on finding the strength to use my insight...
Find my way past the penetrating pain - the scars that keep reminding me...
I have been through those disheartening days.
God knows my heart - and even when I’m wrong...
He welcomes me into the warmth of a serenity...
That can only be found in the arms of the Love that He gives so freely.
God knows my heart ... as He knows yours...
And I pray that He blesses you...
With Love that is forever and always,
Eternally...A part of you.
God Bless You!!!
This is my entry in “A true love -poem - Poetry Contest”
A PLACE IN THE SUN
A place in the sun, it's there I want to run. . .
Orange and yellow palette brush my face,
they dry my wells of fears and so I won,
I-- slowly flower from God's skirt of grace.
Unfailing is His love shown sweet to His face,
I eagerly crave to behold in million tons
as to entwine in His warmth: My Master race.
A place in the sun, it's there I want to run. . .
Rainbow peeping after some raging storm spun;
His reminder that we: His people must chase
infant days to grow better with our love ones.
Orange and yellow palette brush my face
for God so kind. My pains, He soothes and erase.
Tender are His words as I read them one by one
helping me be fearless yet humble with my pace.
They dry my wells of fears and so I won--
then my heart soar high, I have some fun.
Evil always haunts but with Him, all I can evade,
hence, troubles are little but close to none.
I slowly flower from God's skirt of grace. . .
God crashes darkness with love not by gun.
Must we go elsewhere when He is the best hiding place?
God is everything before even life began
God our undefeatable fortress-- His base
a place in the sun.
Sponsor Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name A Place In The Sun
10:20 pm. January 12, 2015
I seen you there
As I was walking through
And I really must say
You are the form of true beauty
As I whisper my prayers to God
I whispered for someone like you
I see Him there in your eyes
If you take that chance on me
I would fall to my knees for you
We could truly become something
As the angels whisper in God's ear
I can see my future in your eyes
We could be the start of something
To last us a life time or two
No doubt there are many who
Want to get next to you
I'm also sure you can pick
And choose whomever you want
You are classic beauty personified
Angels were singing as God molded you
God colored outside the lines this time
Some would say you are the spark
That lights up the fires within
For God must have sent you to bring
The light with you for all the world to see
I hear the angels sing as I look into your eyes
I could hold you in my heart for a lifetime or two
You are a dream coming into my life just for me
A tall glass of water on a parched throat you are
Can you tell me do you feel as I do ~ can you love me too !
Three gifts from Heaven
All priceless in their appeal
Yes.. Faith, Hope and Love
They descend on us like rain
And the greatest of these.. Love!
Contest: Regina's "Faith, Hope and Love Tanka"
Poet: Lyric Man
Love is a Lie by Poets contrived,
Since Dawn of Speech, and birth of Cry
The Will to Live- to take or give-
Oh, please, God! Just tell me why!
Of all the things I do deplore:
It is my Pain I most adore
With Danger flirt while courting Hurt-
But I keep going back for more!
I am Old yet barely grown-
(The truest Truth I've ever known!)
I cannot help- shan't save myself-
For Hearts hath Minds of their own...
I entered this piece in the "Love and Loss" contest which was judged on 1-25-14. I posted this poem to The Soup on Nov. 20th of 2013. It's one of my favorite pieces so I was disappointed not to place. Hope you enjoy, Nette :)
Oh, do not tear your children from the breast,
let the unity of earth and sky transform;
the errors made by ruthless men.
Raise-up the lives of young ones, yet, unborn
to clarity of mind so they may transcend.
Each nation, creed or gender bears some blame,
Oh, do not tear our children from Thy breast.
Surely, our souls can be reclaimed?
Oh, do not toss your children from the nest
for we have not our peace with nature made,
not accepted life on land or sea,
as equal in your loving cavalcade,
until we do there is no fitting end.
With grace, we must accept we’re mere upstarts,
Oh, do not toss your children from the nest.
Surely, we can reclaim your heart?
Oh, do not bury your children in protest,
beneath the crusty skin of nightmares torn
discarded bits blood and bone
with all the rest of refuse over worn.
Relent, let us repent, let us ascend
for You are love and love is naught but kind.
Oh, do not bury your children in protest.
Surely, you can free our hearts and minds?
Oh, do not close your ears to our sweetness.
We’ll sing for You, our praise, our changed intent,
and to the stars our voices will arise,
with those of bird and whale and wolf's lament.
All of life on earth we will befriend,
for only through diversity does life thrive.
Oh, do not close your ears to our sweetness.
Surely, Creation minds our lives?
Oh, God please forgive our thoughtlessness.
Your fields we’ll tend and skies return to blue
for our desire lays above
where all that’s pure of heart does stands in queue.
Too soon our days on earth will end
but then, in joy will we return to you.
Oh, God please forgive our thoughtlessness.
Surely, we will all return to You?
*Inspiration musing on...
[Shema Yisrael adonai eloheinu, Adonai echad-
Hear, O Israel: the Lord is our God, the Lord is One]
[I am the resurrection and the Light.]
happy birthday april
for an eternity to come
because with your faith in God
an eternity was won
no more worries or fears of death
no more choking or gasping for breath
no need for doctors or even a nurse
there is only one cure for every single curse
no fighting, debating
or picking sides
love is the answer
and love decides
i thank God for this day
the day that you were born
for without this day
my love would be forlorn
one day for certian
when the deadline comes
i'll pass through the curtian
and straight for you i'll run
and as God as my wittness
to the many days i cried
i often wanted to be with you
but thank God i never tried
we could have had our love story
and then let that be that
but the Lord has a better story
and i believe that that's a fact
i still believe in a love
that is so so true
the love that holds us together
me, God and you
Lines Life and our Faith in God
Is it possible to divide lines?
Which are of numerous types and kinds,
Like life, which always appear in different,
Forms, colors, shapes and types.
But when all these types and kind of lines disappears,
Covering the sheet of darkness,
What is left is only a tiny dot,
Which has no end and has no beginning.
From a tiny dot only life and every thing began one day,
And in a tiny dot every thing would vanish one day,
Leaving no lines of any kind bold or thin,
On the sands of time,
What would ultimately be left, as the last impression,
Would only be a tiny dot, much smaller than the rolling tears of eyes.
The Universe also started from a dot,
Even all universes and galaxies, stars and planets,
Started from a dot created by God,
And every thing ultimately would vanish,
One day in the darkness of a dot, like black hole,
About which we almost know nothing,
Except that every thing including the earth, planets, stars,
Even our body and mind and its high rising aims and ambitions
Would ultimately get lost in the magnetic darkness of the
Black hole, which is nothing but another form of a dot.
The creative and destructive power of the dot,
Is right before us in the form of a computer,
Which builds, learns and teaches every thing,
Starting and ending from tiny tiny dots,
And places before us humans and nature,
Animals and creatures, in their true forms, except
They do not breathe, love and hate like humans.
But humans are close to create a new dot,
Tomorrow it would breathe and talk,
It would think and walk and may also love and hate
And may be, it would start creating,
New types of humans and may start thinking himself one day,
As our new Creator or a new God.
I pondered, wondered and imagined,
What would happen, when this new God,
Would have a small amount of some power in his hand
And may become a new God for those,
Who do not believe in our faith and in our Almighty God,
As even a small amount of the power of creation and destruction,
May blind the weak humans to start thinking himself as the new God.
In such a situation, all lines of all types may disappear
For ever from us, which has so far,
Saved us from the total disappearance of our existence,
And has brought up like a child in every religion and faith,
So that we may flourish and bloom like his Nature
And may adore Him as,
Our faith or God or as our strong and bold Dot,
Which always loves us a lot.
Kanpur India 13th June 2006
God's Kind of Poetry
God this universe He did weave
long before ever an Adam and Eve
Words he spoke created the All
so long before man's great fall
Those words hidden from our view
yet our poetry gifts a great clue
In poetry's heart our souls rest
we gift in it our love the best
Our words strive to match God
seeking such a wonderful nod
Spiritual bliss to one and all
the serenity before man's fall
Who can resist words of love
prayer and pleas to God above
The thought that he spoke same
honored man with love and name
A universe we have to explore
first We poets seek that door
The one that sings poetic praise
heart contented , soul to raise
Never can we forget our place
poets lead into this epic race
Words sent to reach out to Him
lights so bright and never dim
Poetry the way to try to reach
giving love as we seek to teach
Man seeks to give God a reply
You love us ALL but why, Why?
Robert J. Lindley 09-21-2014
For : Sponsor Brian Johnston
Contest Name Challenge Title "God's Kind Of Poetry'
In the silent room,
where I come to sup with God,
the world cannot enter in.
There, He feeds my soul
beside pools of still water.
He has not forsaken me.
He's my daily bread,
the Beloved of my soul;
in silence, I await Him.
Patient, is my Lord,
forever calling to me
whispers of love to my soul.
I'm just one lost lamb,
undeserving of such light,
oh, Beloved of my soul.
What young soul is this,
that stumbling, I found Him;
and He treats me like His own?
Tell me, my Lord,
Is it true that seas and oceans,
Created are by Thy tears
Thee have shed, since the beginning
All the suffering humanity has
For all the afflictions of mine?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 JANUARY 2015
Shadows Past, Dance with memories of Yore
Shadows Past, Singing LOVE Songs for LENORE
Shadows Past, Crying Tears of agony
Shadows Past, Waiting for Eternity
Join together FOREVER and ALWAYS
Entwine with Lost Love in Heaven's Hallways
Ignite Love's Fire with a dying Ember
Shadows Past, Forgotten LOVE: Remember
I live in Death, waiting for death " To LIVE "
A Broken Heart prepares itself to Give -
To YOU, LENORE: "My Everlasting LOVE"
A LOVE as Pure as GOD's Heavenly Dove
For Eons of Eternity as One
Spirit of GOD, Lenore and I : as ONE
Dedicated to Rebecca Larkin For Her Gracious Comment on "Shadows Past" (Rhyme)
Met with you the first time, knowing not what I had just found.
Working days and nights beside you, walking unit’s hard ground.
Helping one another in and out of these day’s crisis.
Trust in easy comfort sharing secrets and our vices.
Blinded by your selfless nature under our same God’s eyes.
Colored hues of virtue burned into your soul it rides
Times enduring twelves in truth and depth of pasts and yet-tos.
Corners turning heads to tails in trails you doing time thru.
I have watched you suffer dating burden from his cold hand,
Wanting many times to tell you to break from that dead man.
Wisdom needing to remind me, hope was holding you still.
Losing grip, you make the change and years returning, Love will.
My prayers carry wishes for you, one day’s given good spouse.
Under Holy Ghost’s soft guidance, making your home, God’s house.
Sharing smiles and tears in keeping promise past the last day.
Into Christ’s embrace that shines you through a Heaven’s gateway.
Always just a thought away you will be after our end.
Grateful in my heart to have been given such a rare friend.
A true story, based on family oral tradition
from the oldest part of the city of Bern,
capitol of Switzerland, where my mother was
born and raised, in the Nydegghoff)
He lighted the candle with a quivering hand,
his overcoat seeming to weigh down the old man.
He paused in the aisle to genuflect,
and wondered if God knew his heart was a wreck.
He found a pew and got to his knees,
hands clasped together, he sent out his pleas.
He is old and he's tired, now he's alone,
his wife died last Spring, now his house wasn't home.
They'd been blessed with one son, he'd died in the war,
and now there was nothing for him to live for.
He prayed until his knee pain was great,
then sat back in the pew and tried not to shake.
The cathedral was beautiful; he loved the stained glass,
but, oh, they brought memories of Sundays past.
How could he make it through Christmas alone
in a house that was empty, no longer a home?
The kitchen was silent and cold as a tomb,
but her scent lingered on in their modest bedroom.
He said one last prayer, then rose to his feet,
genuflecting again, he went out on the street.
He walked home near blindly, not even aware
of the snow that was landing on his shoulders and hair.
He was cold inside, his heart like a stone,
and he felt completely and utterly alone.
He turned down his street, saw his porch light's glow,
and only then realized it had started to snow.
He opened his gate, thought of making some soup,
but froze in his tracks at the sight on the stoop.
On his porch sat a basket, the old wicker kind,
he thought for a moment, he was losing his mind.
Inside the basket that sat on his mat,
were three tiny kittens and one momma cat.
What a pitiful sight, so cold and so thin,
he scooped up the basket and hurried them in.
He found some canned tuna and warmed up some milk,
gently petting the babies, whose fur was like silk.
He never discovered who left those cats there,
but, as his love grew, he no longer cared.
His wife had loved cats and this comforted him,
as they slept on his head, or tucked under his chin.
The kittens grew quickly, as they're wont to do,
amused by their antics, his love grew and grew.
There was laughter and joy 'til the end of his days,
for God works, as you know, in mysterious ways.