“And the rains descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not; for it was founded upon a rock.” Matt. 7: 27
One day along the beach I took a walk.
Before me, there appeared a church. It seemed
to have a strong foundation. Built on rock,
its white brick surface in the sunlight gleamed.
I thought of One who stood upon a mount
once long ago beside a great sea where
his teachings poured like water from a fount
of wisdom for the poor in spirit there.
He said to build one’s house on rock, not sand,
and spoke of charity - the higher love.
Salvation for the meek, he promised, and
the sweet and everlasting peace thereof.
Since Christ so often taught near Galilee.
I loved the sight of His house by the sea!
By Andrea Dietrich/ Sept. 25, 2011
For the Contest of Constance La France ~My Dear Heart ~
"The Church By The Ocean Poetry Contest"
His name, like ointment, soothes. His mighty love
is like the chariot horses of Pharaoh.
His scent is myrrh; His eyes are of a dove.
He feeds among the lilies; He’s a roe
which through my window shows Himself to me.
His countenance is fair; His kiss like wine.
The rose of Sharon and a King is He.
I’m His, and my beloved, my friend, is mine!
His honeyed voice will thrill on hills in spring.
Where pomegranates bud, the roe will run.
I’m sick with love, and that is why I sing
For Him, the apple tree, the choice, pure one!
I sit beneath His shadow and I eat
With great delight His fruit so very sweet.
(Based on my interpretation of various verses
From all 8 chapters of the Song of Solomon.)
For Sara's Kendrick's Contest: "Song of Solomon"
Walking down the hallway,
Seeing all the doorways,
And all the choices in life,
Making it difficult to choose,
The right room from all the other rooms,
Bringing you the wisdom and truth,
For the imperfection is within us all,
Which makes us all crawl at times,
On our hands and knees in the dark,
To discover what is right and survive,
In life as long as we can accept,
What life brings to us in our hearts,
Which we patiently accept the pleasures,
And push away the sacrifices much in our lives,
Yet, to correct our flaws we have,
Which causes most our struggles,
Till we open our eyes,
And see what we have and must believe,
That our lives are greater than we ever know,
Cause God created it all for us,
But the choices are ours to make,
To find the happiness,
Which is ours to be found and kept.
(Joy Over Sinners' Repentance
The tax collectors and sinners were all drawing near to listen to him
The Pharisees and scribes began to complain
"This man welcomes sinners and eats with them
" So to them he addressed this parable
"What man among you having a hundred sheep and losing one of them would not leave the ninety-nine in the desert and go after the lost one until he finds it?
And when he does find it
He sets it on his shoulders with great joy
upon his arrival home, he calls together his friends and neighbors and says to them,
'Rejoice with me because I have found my lost sheep.'
I tell you,
In just the same way there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous people who have no need of repentance. (LK 15:1-7)
The two kinds of sins are Original and Actual Sins
Original Sin is what we inherit our first parents, Mama Eve, Papa Adam
We are brought into the world with guilt on our soul
Original Sin was transmitted by natural generation to all his descendants
We are cleansed only through Baptism
The other kind is Actual sin
Actual sin is any willful thought, desire, word action or omission forbidden by the law of Eternal God
Chief sources of actual sin are Pride, Covetousness, Lust, Anger, Gluttony, Avarice, Sloth or Laziness
Actual sin or Daily Sin
We are cleansed only by the Sacrament of Reconciliation, Confession or Penance
We must first have the 3 initial sacraments
The 3 sacraments are Baptism, Confirmation, Holy Eucharist
Before the other 4 sacraments
To live in heaven with our Lord
An incomplete love letter
I apologized for the pain i had caused
Before i switched pens to express the love i still had
The regrets i still harbor
So everybody get on board
Men and women tickets, please!
Tonight we escape the land
But the hearts beat on, as the waves free our souls
Destined to catch the sunset in Madrid
To the lives we've chose
No more regrets
Just rocky sailing to destiny
Oh God, get me home safely
She salvages a broken, fertile land
with seeds to plant undoing the disease.
A grim reminder man in harmful stand
of idol, money market’s greedy wheeze.
She spins the future opening the gate,
too long stood closed, cause hinges creak with rust.
An angel song as gift to soothe the way
with guiding hands. The gentleness breeds trust.
Forgiveness holds the key to angel’s might.
It’s tuned to create joy with loving care
as tender roots are fed by Father’s light
and words enriching soul for heaven’s stair.
Now hope returns with rainbow colored days
and gentle cleansing rains…God’s loving stays.
Janet L Vick
My blood undenied;
Though a red lip;
Yet a significant figure;
We are oceans apart;
Waiting to confluence;
This caused by sources religious
Which I hear will later confluence;
No response lie in wait;
When all the wishes of the sources;
Arrive at their door step when they
least expect it;
This you tell me in silence;
that the blood undenied will find it's
I trust you;
The blood of my blood that must
....My blood undenied
As sure as I stand in the mixed of this garden,
Glimmering gold falls to the earth by my call.
Many are great and then some are a bit small.
I release magnets clutching an obscene pardon.
It is like balancing a beam that only I will harden.
I wrap myself into a silver plated resilient shawl.
Person place and time steadily climb up to maul.
It’s a give or take rejection expected to turn on.
One day ye shall see,
My Moon half drawn,
Ye see it was all of me.
Your Sun will be gone.
Only one Star shall rise up above my name.
It’s a special place inside my heart I frame!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2007
< master of disguise menacing havoc
I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
but one illuminates from presents sight
tis I carries master key whom ends plight
brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss
poke and probe away with your woven schemes
tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems
your inferno fire from gates of hell
diminished by just one shake from this bell
so bring on your barriers and good grief's
tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep
sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
but turning check telling to kiss thy ass
The Devil Made Me Do It
Sonnets Only Contest
God never turns his back on you,
Even during your darkest hour,
When things may get the toughest in life,
Which make you question,
Whether He really exsist ot not,
But He has never left your side,
And He watches over you always,
During your good times and bad,
For you need to believe in Christ,
To see the light of the gates of heaven,
Which will brighten your everyday,
For you will feel his presence in your life,
Cause He is there to guide you,
All along your way...
May 31, 2010
I sprout with a surprise springing forth from me today.
Birds sing such a magnificent most pleasurable praise.
I want to be the one He promised soon He would raise.
I will be celebrated all by myself on that God-given day.
I will stand in His Gracious Glory at His appointed Say.
Yesterday will be but a blurring faded haze, life a craze.
He sets my soul on fire and sets my spirit off in a blaze.
I bet I will buzz like a bee zipping by you each May Day!
It is all in a day just for me to say.
Ta! Da! I’d bet you did not realize!
May Day! May Day! I say let’s play!
Walla! I say May Day’s materialize!
Waiting every May Day is loads of fun,
Unbelievably, May Day is never done!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Grouped by four and there is even more.
Grouped by three and then none believe.
It is a mad world and many are deceived.
They don’t care so many I will deplore.
Many just go around making my heart sore.
But they don’t care because there so naïve.
I have given them many thoughts to conceive.
But they don’t care so I’ll just shut the door.
I’ll just throw up my hands,
And I’ll just be said and done.
I’ll just throw it to the sands.
I’ll lie down under the Sun.
I’ll just have to make a lost and found,
Because all of them are wayward bound!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
I was shaken, my jingle bells taken, ornaments on a runaway corporate sleigh
It had nitrous oxide, investors selling so high, stuffing stockings with my pay
There were elves with cleavage, garters and high heels, twirling on candy canes
And then there was Santa, 10,000 I fathom, having a Bud and watching the game
Oh what have I done, my mistletoe belt buckle undone, clutching a coupon in pain
From my confusion arose, a few sticky ho ho’s, caroling Christmas has come again
Frozen my chatter, this rooftop never fatter, held hostage by a holiday of cheer
Building superstores for a thrill, reindeer on the grill, our 24 hour savior is here
I threw open the door, red tagged a commercial whore, a price check I was needing
Not to my surprise, this place had supersize fries, and just a hint of insider breeding
Cross-eyed speaking, restroom reeking, why the see-through thong with the GPS
Kamikaze carts diving, my crippled heels crying, damn you people for having sex
Bruised and battered, a world raptured, by a fat man with a bulging sack
Barbies with inflatable boobies, Hentai movies, Christ please hurry back
The generous seas do roam vividly,
And sacred words spoken earnestly.
People suffer and people go to war,
I just hope these words will go afar.
Yesterday I published a FREE book,
Indeed a feat of altruism, no crook!
I suffer in silence in every moment.
I have no money to publish a stunt.
I was just hoping for word-of-mouth
And email propagation as loudmouth.
Book is at: http://bookbooster.com/newage.htm
I accept feedback just at: firstname.lastname@example.org
OFFICIALLY THE MOST ELOQUENT STORY TELLING POETRY BOOK EVER WRITTEN
-ALL NON FICTION- (This spiel typed in the spur of the moment - God Bless you)
Through this tempest dark I hear
That small still voice of love
Which fills me now with cheer
And faith in the One above.
Oh dreadful storm approaching
Hurling downward spears of fright
Your thunderous encroaching
Is bereft now of its might!
What horrors now instill thee
Seeking hearts to destitute?
Why bid you to harass me
And my peace to prosecute?
For naught bids as highly priced
As God's promise kept in Christ.
Timothy I Brumley
“Hell is Empty”
As I peruse the nature of the news
the solutions that we will, and will not, choose,
I know that “hell is empty and the devils are all here”
clothed in regal garments sparkling with fear.
So does the touch of Satan reach us all
as we worship at his altar in the mall,
cajoling us with dreams he can’t fulfill
then sticking us with Karma’s unpaid bill.
Thus does Satan take lone pictures of his “self”
disguised in fin’ry pilfered from the shelf,
as we struggle to resist Satanic urge
we service all his needs as concierge.
Perhaps this Satan’s turned to doing good
and in the past was just misunderstood.
John G. Lawless
//for Frank H.-- Shakespeare Contest//
“”hell is empty and the devils are all here”
As I sail above green forests
And ride jet streams on high seas,
I gain speed like lightning.
The earth loses its hold if you please.
Finding myself wafted into heavens
Angels touch my face.
My soul soars past the man in the moon
Itinerating through ethereal space.
I drink nectar from the Big Dipper,
Whirling planets crook their fingers.
Voices whisper encouragement
As the great Northern Star lingers.
The epitome of aspiration in eternity.
O, how sweet is heaven’s victory!
James E. Tate
The one who finds the Father
Can also find the Son
Then the Holy Spirit
Can mark the chosen one.
Then all time can be counted
As time spent faithfully
In service to the Holy One
Who watches over you and me.
Then words like grace and mercy
Mixed with perfect love
Are ours to keep forever
When sent from up above.
Thus, sonnets can be written
And all our sin is smitten.
Written by John Posey
I am The All-Mighty, The Ever-Exalted, The Supremely-Eternal.
To me belongeth the universes, the heavens, the earths, what dwells in-between.
Jinn and Men, I have created, for a sole purpose; duties internal and external.
Worship, glorify, bow, and prostrate before me, but no other; ever-more-pristine.
Revere the sacred books, honor the apostles; believe in the seen and the unseen.
Affirm mine angels, and in destiny, favored and ill-favored, thou must believe.
Be certain of a day, in which the wicked and faithful, their fair dues, shall receive.
I am able to resurrect what lies beneath the grave;
From your first to last, I am able, with but a single word:
“Come unto me!” I say, on an hour that draws near and close; knowledge I save
Into a book that none has touched nor heard.
On a day, unveiled shrewd eyes fear a book of deeds; sorrowful eyes deterred.
Bring unto me the ones that said, “Such a day may never come to lapse,”
And, “It is but one life.” Behold! Unto them comes a day where all shall collapse!
Set before me the ones that claimed, “Three are one” and “One is three.”
I am The One and The Only; I never did beget, nor am I begotten.
Such speech is but idolatry; false lies; ancient myths of your fathers told unto thee.
Christ was but a humble man, out of the devout Virgin’s womb; another miracle
Unto the tribe of Moses, yet they denied in conceit, claiming him a false spectacle.
They neither crucified, nor killed him, and his return marks the Hour;
And for the arrogant and blind-hearted the mere sight of him is ever-sour.
Gather unto me the wicked, the deceitful, and the hypocritical saints and scholars,
That altered my word for mere worldly profit and lame saintly pedestals.
Grudge forth the ones who sinfully distorted my holy verses for miserly dollars.
They chased after a counterfeited paradise, of gaudy looms and deafening lulls.
Lamenting fools curse disdainful saints on a mournful day like fiendish gulls,
The Sovereign inquired the Fire, “Art thou filled?” but, she hungered for more.
Behold a day in which the wicked begs, “Mayest I go back to settle mine score?”
Oh my Lord, Oh my souL
Hear me, Hear this song
Angels will sing along
Hear us, Hear this song
God, You are great
You are my faith
Never, You're late
In every life's door
You are our splendor
To You, we're here for
On the heavens, You stretch
On waters, You don't fret
On winds, You don't fled
We bless Your name
We Glorify Your name
We lift Your name
---------->>> to God always be the glory
I was inspired by Psalm 104: 1-3.. From this, these thoughts sprouted...
jan. 20, 2014
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.
Yes I will light a candle in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.
You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa
That the brilliance of His majestic ways
and fire that burns from His white-hot eyes
may give their light to space of infinite size
and shine on all Earth's creatures' love and praise;
that the mercy He gives to him that stays
from wicked ways to keep his lips from lies,
for faith and grace to remain pure and wise
may give His Word renewed glory and raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they that were tempted of Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ defangs the Serpent's deadly fangs!
The building is old, flowing before me
Shielding against the world’s insanity
The walls are plaster, the roof is metal
This place shows if there’s a heaven or hell
Top of the steeple is a wondrous bell
Sometimes ringing and breaking through my shell
The color of the church is an off white
Playing heavenly songs throughout the night
Inside the warmth is outstanding and calm
Holding a candle you can feel the balm
You may sit on the pews when you desire
You’ll feel the heat, worship like you’re on fire
Beauty of the church is from the outside
Inside you’re lit up, within you have lied
Entrant into craig cornish's "Beautiful Lies" contest
I dedicate this poem to them who are ignorant and making statements on innocent girls that were raped and killed in India.
Disturbance creates crystal ball for heeling flirt.
irresponsibilities perform failure of skills and spreads dirt.
reliabilities of options confirm the intellect of a utilizer,
that runs a system; a person becomes consultant or an advisor,
firms establish a uniform asks young girls to wear a short skirt.
conversation counts in matters also smile draws relationship,
Academic education and experience fails if it takes nudity step,
the system is based on production, progress and growth,
time is value, money is source that never counts someone's hurt.
personal skill counts in an interview to differ a colouring shirt.
caste, colour, religion, language or a boundary that never counts,
if corruption or selfishness profound fails if honesty not in account,
something is different unaffordable that attitudes fail to apply,
we develop injustice, forcible manners in our daily amounts.
Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...
If anyone eats this bread
He will live forever
Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"
Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine
Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union
with the Lord God.
Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ
It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ
The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.
Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar
He is to be honored with the worship adoration
To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude
Expression of love
Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord
He harks the orologio ticks that count
the cosmic seconds that relentless fade
the iron peal of bells and rhythmic sound
expands the utterance his verses prayed.
A silken antimins - her blooming scent
where consecrated scriptures lay
perceived the liturgy and soul's descent
the antiphon of Corpus' Christi sway.
Denomination of the astral halls
his fervid coursing and her mystic stance
dismissal nightly voice to skyward calls
ascension of his soul's her stare askance.
Devoid 's the night that takes his life and past
she harks his voice the sovereign woods contrast.
© 06-08-2013 G. Venetopoulos
Canon = Rule
antimins ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antimins )
orologio = clock
antiphon = ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antiphon )
I see you, I believe in you!
I die in you, I will behold.
Yes I will be a foolâ€™s gold.
In the morning, I am two.
Come deep into me you fool.
Like one Iâ€™m your two fold.
Correct me now and be bold.
Your day is mine I do rule.
I scream I shout and I am loud.
Oh My God! Where art thou now?
Fly higher up in my white cloud,
I will show Him absolutely how!
Do me once shame it all on me!
I am the only one you can see.
® Registered Ann Rich 2011
Faith is often blind, and that seems tragic.
It drops to its knees, humble and devout.
Science’s problem is lack of magic.
It can’t accept the mystical throughout.
Each sees light stream
through a prism of glass.
The pious think of stained-glass
and God’s bliss, and all but simplicity they let pass.
They have no need for a hypothesis.
The logical need to know how light’s bent,
and measure photon wavelength to decide
if particle-waves end the argument
or there are more dimensions to divide.
The first has all the answers that it needs.
The other must seek before it accedes.
Dark Mother of the fullest silver moon,
Once more I call upon thy hallowed name,
Beneath thy light I mark the sacred rune,
As in thy blessed hands my spirit’s tame.
By the burning of candle’s amber flame,
All through the night unto the golden dawn,
Inspire my voice; invoke thy pow’r and claim,
Unto thee in lunar light my soul is born.
As to this world I know I must return,
To seek thy wise so I may clearly see,
Inspire my heart so I may want to learn,
Thy ways that bring my soul closer to thee,
As incense curls to show my destiny,
Those ancient ways I know must come to be.
Form: Irish Sonnet
Challengèd courts, Christendom held in palm,
Tyranny, oppression, falsehoods contrived
On which hingèd stability and calm,
Uprooted by man’s theses ninety- five
On door are tackèd for eyes all to see.
Revealèd wisdom, from God above sent,
Reformation of courts not left to be –
Defiance heighten’d, faith in God, unspent.
Truth in hands of people brings forth reform –
Justified by faith as Word inspired saith;
Transubstantiation false, ne’er to mourn
Catholic evils overcome by faith.
All is owèd this man, held safe by One
Named Martin Luther Gods favor’d son
The morning light, that's blinding to the sight,
breaks through the clouds into the forest deep,
and wakens life from out of darkened night,
into the dawn of one more date to keep.
While life, the puzzle, opens to the dawn,
and makes a challenge of their daily bread,
my wonder is if they're depending on
the grace of God, or on mere chance, instead.
This raises thanks from my observing heart,
that we've the fare to set our table right,
and make a feast of what is just a part
of bounty that's come from our nations might.
And from belief that Jesus is the way,
the light and truth that leads the U.S.A.
“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.”
— Proverbs 25:11 KJV
Break forth in song my dearest love—you have
been chosen for the grace of God to prove
—of what is right and what is wrong—a stave
well wondrous given to your heart—will move
the mountains in your way like garments rent,
to breathe in hope—your eyes will see the truth
in faithful words of love—through heaven sent,
so rare—The Word of God will see us through;
flood waters and the flames may turn to dust.
Our sorrows deep will wander far away;
the songs of desert goats unheard—so must
we toil and worry through the lightened day?
He’ll never leave us nor forsake us—sends
a promise through The Cross which never ends.
We strive to live as though we’re in heaven –
a state of continuous joy and bliss –
complaining about news at eleven
that tells us about things that are amiss.
We don’t concern ourselves with others’ plights,
except through seasonal contribution.
We don’t want to be troubled by their fights;
we’ll wring our hands only in ablution.
And even the causes that we support
We back by giving our voice to a blog
or following, like a favorite sport,
convictions of our chosen demagogue.
Nothing on Earth can change the opinions
we hold onto like contented minions.
Catholic Mass in Porto
Sunday evening in Porto my wife went to mass while I sat in
the park opposite admiring the grand architecture built in
honour of a God. Got restless and walked into the church to
see what was going on. It was a titanic church with a roof
that stretched all the way to heaven and possible beyond.
Although the congregation was of three hundred people
it seemed almost empty. Benches made of hard wood and
behind each bench a wooden cross- bar to lean ones knees
on, and since the worshippers were doing that I went down
on my knees too and for a moment felt quite humble.
There is in the Christian Religion much written about agony
it seems to be a part of the faith since Jesus died a slow death
on the cross; nevertheless I was glad when the parishioners
arose, and uplifted we all walked into the summer evening.
Once God had rested from His creation,
He wanted to get Adam’s opinion
of creatures that were Earth’s population.
To God, Adam was more than His minion.
“Whatever you call each will be its name,”
He said, “and you will have full dominion
and freedom to go naked without shame,
and do what you will; I will not pinion.
But do not touch the garden’s centerpiece --
your life will be the penalty for this.
It violates the one term of your lease.
I can’t stress this with too much emphasis,
because, once you can tell good from evil,
you’ll throw the whole thing into upheaval."
Have my peccant daydreams seep away
Purged from my mind devoid all delay
Evaporate those thoughts like the mist
Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist
Have me absorb ideas you adore
Blessed visions soak deep to the core
Living water so pure for my soul
Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole
My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will
Your providence is far greater still
So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace
Each transgression, remove every trace
Though my frail mind compels me to turn
With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.
I find my place of spiritual peace
Again, just when I feel I never will.
There is a sense of freedom and release.
I can’t know all the answers, but am still
In touch with The Divine, and that is real.
We’re all connected. Life is precious, and
Life doesn’t end with death. Sometimes we feel
A presence, and we come to understand
That nobody who’s ever been has gone.
The spirits of those who we’ve loved remain.
They will protect us – help us to go on.
There is almost a beauty in the pain.
Although sometimes I find it hard to trust,
Truth’s constant. Feel the patterns in the rust.
It was but a lonely day on that day
Wonder and confusion going through thee
My eye caught something standing in the way
Is that my beloved in front of me?
Such delicate features envelopes her
Like the moon dressed white on a summers night
Beautiful like the blooming orchids were
Yet how could my eyes behold such a sight
We were standing in the front of the line
Our creator passed judgement to us all
There were many names called including mine
To my demise I saw my beauty fall
Her sinful past gave her a place to dwell
But my place was heaven; her place was hell
Everyone dances the same old story
Battling perdition to seek glory
Another entrant, another name
Replaces a lost piece from the game
Chaos is sorted to the beat of learned rules
With perfection needing more time from fools
We spread our genes or anchor choice memes
Randomly wandering within limits like machines
Any magic is ignorance or well-spun lies
Guiding the plethora of emerald eyes
While freaks without the binds of greed's fetter
Randomly play because they don't know any better
So whether you mine coal or have no goal
Don't waste your time analyzing your soul
There is no standard within relativity
There is only chaos, order, and infinity
My Crystal Ball
There in I go to deeper depths of me
to levels where no one can ever know
and in the dark where only death can be
a little light fortells where life will go;
it's just a sphere of glass, a crystal ball,
to show the way into eternity
a dome of light, a refuge from it all,
that shakes my soul and lets my mind run free;
and as I gaze into the depth of it
all time's been frozen to the light I see,
and, mesmerized, I drift through space a bit
and free of all below, that I call me.
The beauty I have found within this ball
brings life as certain as it brings my fall.
I lay myself hoping for any sign,
That you’d come and listen should you incline.
You made us weak; that was your grand design.
And divine strength we gain in your grand shrine.
Yet no life or light comes to my dark heart;
From your altar tainted with saddened art.
My heart and soul have too long been apart,
When your words have split it in two parts.
You have left me to die on a mere whim.
Yet I find myself talking with a grin,
As I take your chalice with the gold trim
And I turn skyward with my high esteem;
“Do not ever turn your eyes towards me,
For there is nothing else to look in me.”
FOR MARY MAGDALENE
Between necessity and freedom I was crucified
Perceiving Himself endlessly on the cross
Yet aware, as an onlooker, petrified
My vision that never was, would be His loss.
I mimed too, as they hammered in the nails
Once more assuaging myself in His deep tears
Once more my heart rallying where my speech fails
To give His lips the vinegar it fears.
Sun eclipsed, I dallied with the vision of day,
A multi-chromed banner the old enemy was twisting,
Till I could no longer read in stone and clay,
My flower-head lopped, topped to the moment’s listing -
I shone for Him like a speck in the glory of the sunrise
Waiting for twilight, the beauty of the stars’ surprise.
by Rosemarie Rowley
from IN MEMORY OF HER, Dublin 2008
Thousands of things slander and deface my time
Scarcely find that while wandering I found time to rhyme
On list one I began a poem, found it carried on
But yet stymied again, left it alone till twas better known
Took out list two and thought again of you
Looked that list up and down to be sure and true
List one was done, but I left it askew a myriad and
Started list three today, and it ended with a period
Lord above gave me strength to write list four
Time took away my breath, collapsing to the floor
I grabbed list one from my pocket to read
Your name was there, and that's all I need
To get me up and moving, carry me on down the road
List one, heavenly father, you and me our burdens unload
Thou who eyes are so heavenly, beauty in such abundance, with love that shows
no sin lips did I kiss. Gentle art thy lips, sweet is thy taste, tempting is thy touch to
which I have been embraced. Hast not my desires been given life this very night. My
heart can surely plea for more of this journey that I’m taking is it not mine heart that
thou hast taken. Deep art thy treasure that beckon me to explore; you leave me
with a question of how much of you I can endure. Your name, your touch, and your
words give life to my nature which with every word and touch my nature desires
much further. My youth does not exclude me from this abundance of love that with
one look into thine eyes weakens my sense of pride. Some wonder how long this
will last I say forever which means never done, never over.
Man and feather from Pisa may fall same
Yet higher than Pisa's leaning fault, time
Defying gravity honors your name
And I disdainful of vital ooze, chime
The coming of the beast, the invention
Of your kind. I hail the focus of mind
That turned the heavens around the station
Of the sun, and made the West Bible blind
Straying from their own interpretation.
Indeed you proclaimed on sight, but Newton
What he could not see, followed your action
Inventing causes for effect, the sun
Cannot fall like feather or man, instead
Upheld, by the uninvented and dread.
So once the heavens to criticism jarred
By the magnified reflection of light
The hand of God upon creation marred
Set you apart to make the gospel right
By twisting nature too, and both you claimed
Wrinkled by interpretation now quails
And you embellished, rise still bold, untamed
Reason replacing faith in the blind sails.
Yet something human brings me to your throne
And make me laud even errors explained,
And mind that God at Babel fain condoned.
What bright acolytes pant now in your train
To move not only sky, but God away
By man Enlightened who shall yet decay
a monolithic rock,
the patience of a sculptor,
belief of people,
battered & bruised,
with time, sand & wind,
nonetheless captured for a lifetime..
BRIGHT AND MORNING STAR
The grace of all He is be with us all,
as surely as the end--the promised love
comes quickly as a thief--to bring the fall
of what the world's become--and singing of.
Behold how quickly comes--from Alphas flame
as naught can end unless it has begun
the light of one who's called a holy name
will light Jeruselum without the sun.
These words were said--to write--Omega's near.
And all who can will find the narrow way,
as prophesied for all the world to hear,
and then the bride says--come--this is the day.
Those hearing all will come--from near and far
to David's own--a bright and morning star.
ANCHORITE AT THE GATE OF HEAVEN
Not heeding brute reality, nor matter’s bane
I kneel at the door of heaven, a suppliant,
Transcribing words of wisdom, like the rain
On wild flowers; the garden’s hierophant:
Anointed, a habit on my body’s beauty
I lie in the threshold of my tryst with God -
The first flight from earth being my duty
Becoming His perfect mean and golden rod,
I cool my heels in a dank, dark cell
Where half-light becomes my element
God’s plenty in motes, with the music of the bell
A love feast of the penitent.
I rise on wings of thankfulness and praise,
Sing out in silence the glory of His ways.
from IN MEMORY OF HER 2008
This is the Easter celebration season, in memory of the risen Christ; that is the reason.
In the garden Jesus could have called a legion of angels, been rescued and salvation naught.
But he loved man-kind so….He endured whatever it brought.
Buffeted about, he was pierced in his side.
The week before hailed, on a foal He did ride.
Coats and palms were laid at his feet.
“HOSANNAH in the Highest” echoed through the streets.
Tried, Pilate could find no fault in Him.
The Jewish religious leaders decided on death; no matter how grim.
Beaten and scourged, a crown of thorns crushed on his head; misunderstood by the thousands he fed.
The lesser of two choices was He.
Smacked, spat upon, beaten, scourged and scorned; then nailed to a tree.
Well you have picked a subject; I do not like to talk about anytime.
However, here goes what I think about and try to live by, in my days.
I was not liked well and I was shy, a real loner in my prime.
I know I think way to much, all the time, every minute, in many ways.
I am quiet, except when I get to know you, my secrets I never tell.
My feelings I keep to myself, only letting them out in poetry accounts.
My life mostly, made up of work, whether on the job, or home as well.
I am a complicated man; so deep, my split personality mounts.
I feel my heart is pure, though I know I am a sinner, I try my best.
I have had many friends, but never any best friends, that have been forever.
However if you are a close friend to me, I will give you all my total zest.
All my poetic words I recognize, they flow from my muse, who is clever.
I love the simple things in life, and live to love my mate with all my might.
I hate laziness, deceitful people; I believe the New Testament is the only right.
I think Jesus was the man, weather he existed or not,
to me he stood as a symbol, begging the world to stop.
Stop all the oppression's, heart ache and pain,
there is a better life out there if you just followed his name.
He taught people how to live, in the most simplistic way,
separating wants from needs, living humbly day by day.
Love thy follow man, for they not know what they do,
only when you love there wrongs can you truly love you.
Healing many hearts, bringing them from darkness to the light,
through his beliefs and convictions he gave people back there sight.
But I don't believe Jesus was religious, from it he would flee,
for religion only trapped people where Jesus set them free
Religion corrupted Jesus, it's corrupted his Holy name.
they preach holy words for the good of man for it's own personal gain.
M.Mahauariki © 2012