A backwash of death and body's decay,
The soul—once dwelt within me—is no more.
In life-death script's passably long play,
I could not—I don't know why—reach the shore.
I lie naked now with many others,
Forgetting caste, colour, creed, polity;
Confronting all weather with no druthers,
Pushed towards a preset equality.
Isn't there, in my core, an inner strength?
There's a truth of perseverance of life;
There is, in me, an endless breadth and length
Of forgone pains of existential strife.
Am I the monarch of this breathless deep,
Or just a puppet death has put to sleep?
He's not the boy she used to know
wherever in the world did he go
nor the man we once knew
but it only goes to show
time and tide took its toll
for all that he's become
and just one look will soon tell
if he'll maintain or succumb
as overwhelmed by numbers
and totally surrounded
through all weather can he ever
remain steadfast or grounded
I finally have a man who believes in destiny
Just as much as he also believes in me,
As well as knows about all of what I see:
The vast greater Truth of reality in its entirety.
I hold his heart so closely, as though my own.
I finally reap the crops of seeds of love I sown.
I'm a spiritual scholar who once felt so alone,
But now I found my teacher whom is so grown.
I finally have someone promising me forever,
What may or may not happen, doesn't matter,
I just want to hold him close as my true lover.
Our love is beyond any affiliation or border.
I'll always keep him in my thoughts wherever.
I know one day we'll finally always be together.
He's the only one making me truly feel better,
And together we'll endure any and all weather.
When you don't know what to do.
Call out to God, He will respond to you.
I was having a very hard time.
Anxious thoughts had consumed my mind.
Clouds of darkness had surrounded me.
The light of joy I could no longer see.
Everything around me was the color of gray.
I just couldn't seem to enjoy my day.
Hands would perspire and my gut was tight.
All day long, thoughts of fear I'd fight.
The way out of the tunnel I could not see.
That's when the thought "Jesus" came to me.
I called out to God the Father from my bed.
"Please help me with these thoughts inside my head."
This is pure torture that I'm going through.
I'm not going to make it without help from you!
It is through Jesus, that I make this claim.
Please set me free, I ask in His sweet name!"
Seconds later something shifted inside of me.
Can't explain it, but I knew I had been set free.
The clouds of darkness had moved away.
Once again I was enjoying things all day!
There is a renewed feeling within my soul.
The love and power of God is more precious than gold!
Spouse, not just a word,
A feeling, a call to partnership,
Right, you heard.
A journey together,
Making folklore, many memories later,
Friend for all weather.
Time for shared responsibilities,
for her, for him and of course twining
Have faith in abilities.
Presenting moments to learn,
Many more to unlearn, reinvent,
Someday yearn.
Spouse supports you,
On your journey, through thick & thin,
Isn’t it true?
Through ups & downs,
Life’s unpredictable shocks & bolts
With spouse, no frowns!
When life is happy & gay,
Sunshine bright, smells so right,
Ecstasy at play.
So, guys admire & respect,
A bond so surreal, thy part not in heaven or realm of spirits
No fences to erect!
A day can seem long or seem so short, depending on things we do
Trials we face, can feel like court, as if a jury watches us go through
Our feelings may feel fragile, like a delicate spider web strand
Hanging inside with intricate thoughts, as our ears hear a distant band
Wishing to sit in solitude and listen to the music play
To capture the precious time, granted to us with this day
Music can rescue anyone when incidents go wrong
Lifting hearts, as our mind becomes master, carrying a song
One that carries a reminder of something we must know
Just as so many years, it took for surrounding trees to grow
They grew through all weather and harsh storms just like a war
We stand so little below them, but we are so strong in our core
Heidi Sands
12/29/23
(C)opyright
When you think of flowers
blooming you think of the
stages they have to go through-
toget to the point of being
admired by rhe world, even
captivating a lover's eye-
as if it is waiting to be plucked and cherished eagerly.
But the ones I cherish
bloom in my heart. You planted
them there so unexpectedly.
From a seed, you planted an idea.
From a sprout, you guided me to reach
towards the sky. You water
me daily, feed my soul, nuture my
sprouts- encouraging me to
grow strong and tall.
And when I am resilient to
all weather conditions-
I bloom.
I transition into the best version of myself.
And when winter comes and
withers me away- I come
back again, each version better than the last.
You are the curator to the
garden of my soul- I will
always appreciate your decision to choose me
to plant as your beautiful garden.
Walter Howell Deverell
knew his Shakespeare so well
Loved to paint ' en plein air'
with 'kin' as models in all 'weather'
Pressing through to you
See the golden miracles here
In each life hope to bear,
But life's not fair.
Pressing through to you
Extended family and spiritual, not few.
I won't be blue
I know you want it too.
Pressing through to you
Through the kilometres or miles
With tears or smiles,
In prayer and fasting, piles and piles.
Pressing through to you
Focus ahead, not on what's been.
Nothing can stand between.
The piles will not be seen.
Pressing through to you
Unity and together
With Jesus and our Father forever,
Holy Spirit, through all weather.
He was defeated
by Captain America's all-weather paint
as he was the
furthest thing from a saint
His name was Solarr
and he drew his power from the sun
He would blast beams of energy
like a full-powered gun
He's most likely now
in a lowly dimmed cell
where he can cause no more damage
in this place he now dwells
He thought he was invincible
in his yellow costumed suit
but now he's in a place
where no one gives a hoot!
patience you will learn from me
to thrive upon diversity
strength to carry through all weather
how we get along together
honesty is always best
to slow your pace and have a rest
whilst standing tall and being proud
modesty is never loud
to persevere and sustain
through sunny days and falling rain
this is how we keep our youth
when we connect and share our truth.
One bright day
the sun will shine,
and all weather
will be fine;
One fine day
I will meet you
in the light –
and there-on-in
will be bright;
One golden day
a jewel of a day
will sparkle,
putting laser focus
on the center stone
in the ring of Christ's
glorious bride –
One eternal day
men will no longer hide
from truth, opening to the
beams of his Risen Star, the
immortal nature of transfigured
being – releasing all from the
bonds of sin and death – closing
earth's ears to the Devil's
maniacal, hypnotic evil
voice –
One Victorious day
man, awakened, will make
the way of heaven his conscious
world-choice,
transforming creation,
our soul's divinely united
majestically living emaciation....
Bluebird…pretty little bluebird, see
all the budding Spring…beautiful
chiming of melody and spruced up
leaves, shiny and thriving, dewdrop
tingling. Bluebird, come and see -
give us a sweet twiddle dee dee.
It’s Spring so alive with canopy skies
and the happiness thriving with seeds
springing up - buttercup daffodils,
roses, posies, forsythia and black-eyed
susans, crocus, hyacinth and phlox.
Bluebird in layers of colorless feathers,
who would know, the magic wand
of light twinkles about and catches
our eyes, whether blue, black, brown
green or blue — all weather hues.
Bluebird…pretty little bluebird…see!
3/28/2022
Autumn’s here oppressing poor trees,
Spring’s far, fresh life is far to trees,
Silent they give selfless service,
To wayfarers show way, these trees.
Give their all these all-weather friends,
Standing mute they help all, these trees.
How to city folks they bring news?
Getting chopped sans whimper, these trees,
Cool shelter, who help breathe clean air?
Who else but kindly, caring trees?
Still O man you want to chop them,
You’d desert Earth than plant new trees.
A long autumn alas is here,
And spring far off, far off new life!
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Reflections |09.12.2021| couplets
Can bottles of wine taste different
even if made from the same grapes?
Yes, said the wise old gran,
it all depends on the cellar!
Can jewellery be priced different
even if made from the same gold?
Yes, said the wise old gran,
it all depends on the seller!
Can pairs of shoes wear out different?
even if made of the same leather?
yes said the wise old gran,
it depends on the cobbler!
Can two brothers be good and bad,
even if they go to the same school?
Yes, said the wise old gran,
it all depends on the mother!
“a gift from heaven this life is,” said gran,
“it all depends on what we make of it,”
“learn to live through changing times,”
but stay true in all weather!
Written 9/11/2021
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