In the intermediate zone between heaven and hell
opinions and complaints, after much moaning, may
come to be held in common.
The way a flock of chickadees
moves through the woods, cheerfully,
each bird taking a turn on point.
All meaning must be found, here, in the middle zone,
notwithstanding fears that rend and own us,
of dying unknown.
A Spring day
the flycatcher broke its neck against our bay window
I buried it, somewhat reverently, in a shallow grave.
No differently, really, than I would a man
who'd died suddenly.
Who'd left footprints in the snow
which became wild lily-of-the-valley, running pine
then snow again in time.
After long enmity
Sally hugs me, asks if I've been happy.
A moment in a year.
February, the light is long, more direct.
It's meaningless, repetitious
but held dear.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
Play The Radio
Get Up And Dance All Night Long
Music Heals The Soul
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth
I stand among the reeds in the basin
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
There is something more precious than a diamond that shines brighter than the sun found in a moment of innocence frozen in time.
Patience is the key to the prize because… a moment can last an unknowing amount of time, and it’s greater than anything you could imagine whether or not you know the size.
Because in this moment life, time, and the world are all perfect,
in this moment there is no way to make perfect better but somehow you do it every time effortlessly.
In this moment you know where you are but you’re lost at the same time,
And you know what you want but you’re scared to reach for it, but what would we be if no one ever reached.
7 seconds before reaching, emotional prelude to the unwanted goodbye and the unknowing next time.
We both know what’s coming but still question the near future.
She rests her head on my shoulder and runs her hand through my beard.
6 seconds before reaching she sighs a sigh of happiness and sadness mixed together, because she treasures this moment more than a pirate and his search for gold to unfold but she….
5 seconds before reaching, goodbye is opening the door so we stand and embrace each other before goodbye can see.
4 seconds, the embrace is lust behind bars, love in chains, freedom behind a gate, but a heart with wings.
3 seconds, our eyes meet like the first time you looked my direction, a couple on their 1st date, love in its first kiss, like the one who is blind but their heart sees it all before it’s too late.
As our eyes meet before the blink the moment blossoms like a rose growing in concrete.
And the door is now halfway open with goodbye being ever so discrete.
2 seconds, the embrace becomes tighter as you put your face against my cold neck and breathe a warm reassuring last breath. Winter killing an everlasting rose.
1 second goodbye walks in and you walk out leaving my heart, mind, and dreams with nothing but a double take…..
In the moment I started to reach and the quickly retracted, leaving my mind with nothing left to say.
But there’s something special about not winning or losing and just living in the middle that just feels right.
P.S. thank you for being my friend
by Post Script
Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016
Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known.
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found.
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not.
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow. Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain.
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in?
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.
Copyright © randall graves | Year Posted 2013
L - Lovely lavender now removes Winters gloom,
A - Anticipation within is rising for your perfect bloom.
V - Velvety color of purple lavish your stems,
E - Even the stem doesn't know where its color ends.
N - Now slowly inhaling deep your sweet scent,
D - Delightfully you deliver what heaven meant.
E - Ever so gentle you beauty lands on the wind,
R - Reintroducing my senses to Spring once again.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2017
Today I wake to see a lovely day,
Its beauty and its majesty unfurled.
I know that Heaven is more glorious
But Lord above, I truly love your world.
The fruiting trees, with their delightful gifts,
Enticing me to stay another day,
The gathered birds, preparing for a flight
Are more in touch than I am of the way
We are to live, aware of the earth's worth
And then move on to Heaven's grand array.
Is it such sin to long to linger here
When I remember how it is in May?
I would not leave when a new spring surrounds
Or when the summer breezes scent the air.
And in the fall, enthralling with its charms,
I can't conceive that Heaven is more fair.
When all the trees with winter's frost are pearled,
You promise spring is not too far away.
Though my own life is filled with some dark clouds,
I know tomorrow is another day.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
I do not know?
Grasses green and things
unseen, that shining light
is not out of sight. By your
side an angel weeps and
tears from heaven are at
Spring is in full
bloom what a beautiful sight.
What magnificent scents I feel
on top of the world, at the highest
Time to get
up and go for a stroll, showing
appreciation for all that we've got.
Glance around breath in and out,
we indeed have a lot.
then look upwards, realise we are
truly loved from Heaven above.
Feel the bliss of creation, from a
glorious yellow sun kiss.
your life, the thought gives you a
fright! A lifestyle so lazy living in a
world that was hazy.
Now that haze
been lifted, you should see the gifts.
Be swift and do something about it,
there is only one true king.
your mind, now is the time. Name above
all names give our glorious Lord Jesus
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
Hushed nature stood reserved,
with no'ne to appreciate its beauty,
but placed for ages, preserved
and for ages following its duty.
When at the brim of verdant plot
some reaper, move at range
to charm but to depart
with sublime thought exchange.
With many unseen flowers
blush, shiver, and dies
peeping for someone from its bowers
and spread beauty, serenity, charm and flies.
Conserved water flow on its rugged path
and leave its lively mark
Each day as Sabbath
With reflected gleam of golden arc.
The grace of the lily swan
as it flies above heaven
above this mankind dropping and wan
between sun rays all seven.
The small plant which shiver at night
just sooth their soul with silent sun's gleam
and all new born plant which might
have died, now sleep deep, and innocently dream.
Bad and good are juxtaposed ones,
if one prevail the next one wait
if good is present you cheer and dance
and if bad, you curse but your fate.
Good sooth the soul
as winter sun after dull night
and bad effects all
as in summer afternoon, a yellow sun bright.
Copyright © Akash ripper | Year Posted 2014
I wonder if Heaven has seasons
Do the robins and bluebirds sing?
For I can only imagine
What Heaven's like in the spring
I'll bet there's flowers of every color
And the Tree of Life's in bloom
The air is filled with a Heavenly fragrance
Eternal Life's perfume
A cool spring breeze fills the air
Coming from the Crystal Sea
The River of Life seeks it's path
That flows eternally
I'll walk through Heavens Gardens
To see the beauty that lies within
With Jesus as my tour guide
I can't hardly wait to begin
Heaven in the springtime
Would truly, be a sight to behold
As I enter in those Gates of Pearl
And walk the Streets of Gold
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010