The hummingbird rests lightly on a tree branch,
its small body stilled beneath a pink hibiscus crown.
Soft green wings glow in the pink dusk,
blue feathers gathered like a skirt around its form.
Only when the light tilts do you see her~
arms folded gently over that blue-feathered dress,
a tiny fairy caught in a moment of dreaming,
as if sleep itself had lifted her from the air
and set her down in the stillness between worlds.
Get the bacon
Fry the corn
I'll mind my business
And you mind yourn (southern)
Wash the clothes
Dust the pretties
Go to the store
Buy the kids some goodies
Fight your demons
Keep yourself in check
Be sweet and kind
Don't be a problem for others to correct
Go on vacation
Make sure we have fun
Don't be stressed
Be happy to lie in the sun
Do, go , be, everything
To make others feel great
Find your purpose
Don't live according to fate
A moment, please
To rest without a thought
I need to be nothing
So I can remain in who LOVE bought
...me
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-29-2022
Thoughts at rest, erst fears and desires recede
We dwell in peace, with joy our trusty steed
No attachment borne loads, burden our chest
We breeze merrily through life, like a fest
Abandoning greed, living as of need
In stillness we watch the seeds of love breed
Currents divine, each node of form do feed
Teleported thus, to zenith bliss crest
Thoughts at rest
Awareness self-aware, a pristine creed
Love suffused embrace, in both word and deed
Acting no longer at ego’s behest
Enacts this earth life role, in mindful jest
Follows pulse divine, letting conscience lead
Thoughts at rest
04-December-2021
The one whose remains isn’t no longer here truest is their self has risen
10/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Whose lips descend
to mock the pursed recluse
Lives trembling mute hand
They who laugh refuse
the strong arm
of yesteryear.
His the pastoral symphony
the "peace that passeth"
Through the acid heart
Unseared, and rest
the troubled soul
free of fear.
The soil is dreaming in a silent technicolour,
peaceful and alone. It exhales, gently without the tragic
trampling of mankind snapping roots, without the world above
and its usual stampede. Gone. Branches noticed it
first - slowly having time to stretch, to watch clouds;
time to open their barks wide and bows sprawling and luscious,
away from smokes and steams and smogs. The sky is blue,
clear. Rivers are lapping, sighing. Birds fly in a chorus, circling
in trills below the moon’s pupil-white skin - seen at night.
Fields are resting their patchwork bodies, their tissues of
grass and pores sewn from the vapours of oak, birch and ash.
Nature’s legs are stubbly now, growing hair left wild and unshaven.
In the morning, rabbits stand tall on haunches saluting the sun.
What is Faith without a Test
~ Uneasy Leisure, Unearned Rest
Nature in it's most peaceful form
Wolves at rest so quick to transform
When hunger takes over
No longer quiet loafers
Becoming ravenous beasts on the hunt
Your brothers and sisters
Physically not related to you
But spiritually all humanity
Are
Bounded brothers and sisters true
For we have the same Father, Abba
And we have the same spiritual blood line
So when on of his
Can’t carry his own cross
Don’t be blue, just do
Do
Do all that you can?
Be encouraged
Be at rest, live your best
Breathe your breath
All let
Allow God to come through
Comfort you…
And while you do
Do
Do all that you can?
Be a better human
A child of God, of the King be a blessing
And to live in peace with everyone.
Do, do all that you do
Do all that you can to live in peace with everyone
Do all that you do in peace and live peacefully with everyone
Alleluia.
Romans 12:18
2/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Sleepy little baby lying on billows of sheets
Stories read lovingly to lay him to rest
Kindly Grandma whispered words repeat
Softly painting dreams on a hugging-pillow caressed
Fairies that frolic in mist laden places
Carry Johnny's dreaming far and wide
Cherry blossoms fall to lighten their paces
Imaginary wings find their heavenly glide
Muted harmonies grow dimmer and dimmer
Hooted owls call with sweetened sounds in the air
Booted elves twinkle while marching with glimmer
Cupid is arching his arrows love to ensnare
Night time has fallen so sweetly at rest
Bright happiness comes from contended stories told
Light and love to Babykins drifting in his nest
Flight has taken to sleepyland in dreamland's hold
February 3, 2020
Writing Prompt - Lets Write A Lento - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Androids sleep on waterbeds of blue
Robots join them in hotel rooms
In this endeavor everyone is happy
Between the sheets prayers are heard
Imploring their makers to keep them safe
To make them soft, less heavier than they are
Prayers for lesser sharper parts to cut or puncture
Are solicited for mechanical guests protection
It is far too late to sleep or wake this afternoon
For then the geysers come to flood the day
Puncture noises, gushes of water spring forth
Rains of insanity that logic cannot explain away
The mood and linens soiled for the automatons
Flashing lights in red, whirring sounds of pain
Screams of danger ringing out in all directions
Would not craters on the moon be better
Make for a dryer accommodations selection
For androids and robots need their rest
Leaving humans behind to clean up all the mess
Returning to what was,
the past became death
All time in the coffin,
—eternity at rest
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
As I look at this empty Pew, I can't help but miss you
I thought of you in a special way, realizing you did not come here to stay
you took to heaven's airway.
Declaring a Hat at Rest.
Remembering and honoring you so well
you had to answer Heaven's Bell
You are the best of the best
The only reason your hat is at rest, I can attest
because you are resting safely in his arms.
Declaring a Hat at Rest.
The crown that you received from the Lord, has been next to your sword
This crown will be the best you have worn, it will never be outgrown
full of gold, diamonds, rubies, and jewels, my grief it has fueled
Enjoy your crown, you've past life test
Declaring a Hat at Rest.
Can't be with you now, but I will see you soon for death, I am not immune
You traded hats for crowns, smiles for frowns, and brims for wings
and so many other things
Declaring!!! Decreeing!!! a Hat at Rest.
I long for a day I'm carried away to hide under a rock.
Inscribed with my name, engraved with two dates.
Where peace can be found that life cannot mock.
I don't mean this in morbid intent, it's not a wish to die.
but the simple reprieve from the pain that won't leave.
a call for relent, a body now spent, and it's longing only to sigh.
While Still Being at Rest
I’m trying to stay in a place of rest.
The problem with that is there’s a
melee going on in my house.
It’s just too many situations
going on at once.
My head is on a swivel looking for answers
and I am breathing fast, shallow breaths
I spend a lot of time locked away
in my room preparing for the melee
Outside my room I act as if the melee
doesn’t faze me, but I am scratched
and bruised up pretty bad.
Nevertheless, I’m convinced that if
I stay seeking my Helper and I keep
using my gift, I can stand my ground in
this melee while still being at rest
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