Turn to Him in your broken hour,
Our Lord will save when shadows tower.
Turn to Him, all hearts forlorn,
For He grants worth each new morn.
When darkness beckons with a siren's call,
Turn to Him, He’ll quiet all.
All who yearn for love's embrace,
Call on our dove, feel His grace.
In this world of endless quest,
In this realm where sinners rest,
At dawn’s break, on bended knees,
Find peace in the one who frees.
The hem of her skirt,
Billows,
With her fond sweetness,
As she upon her stilletos,
Balances,
Within,
A diamond stillness,
Her hem,
Sighs,
With a nostalgia,
Of romance,
In the undulant wind,
Waves of surreal petals,
As the moon,
With its exotic flowers,
Singers,
And dancers,
Blush,
With a serenity,
Of rhythms,
That kiss,
With adorations,
And loves,
Firmly tender wings,
Her Beauty and hems,
Vast loveliness
Reynaldo Casison
Line of inquiry - Ego shorn, here now reborn.
Unselfish Heart
The glow of the unselfish heart
Decorates emptiness with candles
While scattered relics of garden purity
Re-light votives in Babylon
In the gleam of selfless candelas
Nascent tapers breathe new oxygen
In the eternal fire of the Samaritan heart
Lanterns revive requiems for still born joy
As sunrise glimmers of the merciful spirit
Leave tealights in newborn cradles
When icy enigmatic self-adorations
Flee before incandescent revelations of humility
The glow of the unselfish heart
Decorates new naked selves with candles
Swaddled in the first shy blush
Of tingling flambeaus for new butterflies.
7-2-22
Contest: Ego Shorn, here now reborn
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
I can be serious
furtive, mysterious
Or sunny funny playful
as I pen a whole sleigh-full
Spin long narrative yarns
of lovers in each other's arms
Adorations to celestial beauty
of skies' myriad charms
I can write a song
cut it short, extend it long
Or swiftly drum up a dance
Create a gypsy in a trance
Compose a 'Bravo!' to a friend
Or eulogize life's other end
Plumb the depths of hearts and minds
Treasures of words, uniquely mine...
Oh, Lord
I am all yours
All yours
Yes all yours
it's all up to you that
I'm freely, freely choose
To be just all yours, all yours
Barak Shàbach
I bow down
To you O Lord
And loud adoration I proclaim
h a l a l
A celebrate and dance
h a l a l
O Lord God I celebrate loud
As I celebrate And dance Barak Shabach
Barak Shabach
Out loud I shout and proclaim
I bow down, I bow down out loud I shout and proclaim
Hallelujah glory to his name
Object of my
fascinations
so many lovely
destinations
focus of this
love of mine.
Creator of my
inspirations
owner of these
fascinations
such a brightness
to ever shine.
Possessor of my
adorations
coveting no
expectations
As I write
another line.
Protector of my
ideations
lacking in dark
postulations
journey with you
oh so fine.
Ruler of my
meditations
understand my
implications:
forever yours
surreal
divine.
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INTIMATE WORSHIP
In your presence, it is our time.
I am yours you are mine,
Now filled with you presence within my being,
Only you in my thoughts, only you I am seeing.
Reverent loving and praises and adorations,
Singing songs of worship with joyful elation,
Heaven and earth, sun, stars, and moon,
The whole universe right now, is my room,
Lost in the moments of a conscious scene,
Time standing still, as so it seems,
With as much as the moments with you will loan me,
So deeply has none have ever known me.
Our intimate moment communing together,
Forever alone with you I would rather,
I searched the whole world over and found not any,
the One true God among the gods that are many.
There are stars
in my soul,
there are scars
in my eye's
Leaving you
was the hardest thing
I'll ever do,
for I love you still
And always.
A million moments passed
then shafts of sorrow,
pierced the illusion
I'd summoned at our end
Adorations birth took time
and the feelings I cherish,
grew from a seed of hate
into an everlasting love
This faith I hold dear
is mine and mine alone,
you see through a cawl
contempt with dislike
but when I leave this place,
I will show them stars
I gathered from our love
And I will show them life
devoid of your loved warmth,
as I've lived as half a whole
I will search a thousand lives
keeping constant pace,
until I see light we gathered
shining from your face
My love I miss your touch
with every single breath,
even though I'm forgotten
I'll never forget our days
I miss your face.
Thou’re closed to lagoon; nay any fathom,
Mock with my vile scream and move on.
Myself is only sticking here on my own,
Don’t shed tears when this love is gone.
Trees forgo leaves for winter,
Betraying is a kind of disease for trees.
A **** and the green of summer,
Adultness of nymph for birds and bees.
Thou offence shall never fades away,
All gaffes i did except disloyalty.
O unfortunate dark moon rays,
Thou adorations shouldn’t be greedy.
Shall i build a statue of thou,
Nay god but post of evil,
As my sadness grew,
A sin of heaven will unveil.
The purity of love i defined,
And the name thou concluded,
Dare not to mock with my kind,
The Indian heart and british ruled.
I’m standing solemnly contemplating
How ageing lighthouses independents
Have become Maritimes normality
With beacons becoming statutory
Now standing shimmering silhouetted
You’re shining flawlessly undemanding
The hopeful monument oblivious
To seamen’s abounding adorations
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.22.2014
Contest: The Lighthouse
Nette Onclaud
7th
One day in the life,
a bird sings, hallowed;
a tree branch condescends.
A cat sees all, tempted by melodies sung in three-quarter time--
those of holy offices whose praise-adorations
from branch to branch fly.
Perfect time, perfect prolation give credence
as saints preserve the wings way home.
One day, one day, one day in the life.
Note: In Medieval music, perfect time/perfect prolation was indicated by a
Circle = three-quarter time = Divine/Trinity. (an early time signature)
Autumn's affect appears altruistically.
Almost always alluring affection.
Attracting adorations admiration.
Aloof attitudes adjust amidst autumn abloom.
© January 2, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
You said your, heart and love, was mine.
I know now, that was just a line.
Since you stole my adorations,
Along with all my possessions,
From now on, you are known as swine.
Serenade
O butterfly of beauty,the harlequin of Herphrodite,
Cladded in sequin lace and golden floss.
Of royale regale you are sunk in lavender,
And the sequoia of colours beseech thee.
You are the true vine of adorations,
Of tartan floss you glow in majestic revelry.
In flames of passion you dwell in ale of winter,
Of flakes of emotion you tell the tale of summer.
O butterfly of beauty,the beauty queen of herphrodite,
Shaded in the opals of ace and lustre of pageantry.
Vermouth shall be let loose when the mount displays,
And the vintage of opera shall raise the vantage.
The verdant of vino and the lingo of linoleum,
And memories of maiden days lay in royal elan.
From the songs of fairyland you deem comply,
And the tongs of Maryland the theme apply.
High above, through the clouds I see
Snow covered mountain peaks.
High above I soar inside a gentle,
Calming atmosphere of peace.
I do wonder at times why I am so free
To that and other questions I seek the answer
But I, not finding the solution up here
Shake and quiver and conger up fear
Fear questions the Maker’s existence,then an answer appears at last
My flight and my sight, a gift from God, was His simple task
And doing and being is what I do best
Doing and being what God intended is my quest
God shows me the way to receive for today that which I need
Provisions around me, if I just listen, will be
Silently I glide watch and listen as the wind sings, do not fear
There are gifts around in the whistling wind, I do hear
Faith and love will provide, if by faith and love you abide
Be silent my loved one and for the Lord will provide
So I listen to what the creator does say
now go my child and perform the joys of this day
Necessity will answer all of your prayers
Your needs will be filled with tender and care
Soar, dive and glide without a matter this day
What is before you will show you the way.
David Pennington
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