When we say, ‘I am’, our hand goes to the heart,
signalling it represents seat of our soul,
which drenched in God’s love deems no one as apart.
To open the heart is our very first goal,
without which in truth soul’s life quest cannot start
but the problem is, ego is in control
and so animal instincts as yet prevail,
with thoughts orbiting dark desires that assail.
The heart is all love and love employs no force,
so it’s only by free will that we can choose,
to make our touch gentle and change our life’s course,
heeding voice of conscience, repaying our dues,
atoning in silence and feeling remorse,
praying like a child till love begins to ooze.
Heart is the centre of our chakras seven;
God dwells deep within, so take it as heaven.
You applause the actor
Her harmonious tone
Her play of words
Her triumphs heard
But do you love the stage after the song
The leftover footprints from where it sang along
Atoning for every step that was missed
Retrieving the dust from her accomplishments
The dust from the skill she used to win
The dirt from the shoes that store talent within
She takes a bow and stifles her breath
For love won’t come if she shows weakness next
But no one applauds the stage after the show
For being there, for laying low
For setting a platform all but their own
The cleaners perceive them as one last chore
The light flicks off, and what is love?
The stage hadn’t known, from being alone
And it will never know, until the lights flick on
And the cleaner applauds it for all it has done
Beneath a callused skin of light
the hunched and mustered
clap a prayer between a leaking sight.
It is the earth that mourns itself,
whether baldly thrown or loamy laid
the silent soil repaints its sullied shrouds
far beyond any atoning sorrow,
or cooling heart.
It is none but a laboring pity
to lay down the past
as deep as a weeping sky allows
or raise a hand only to tamp down
a new-turned mound.
Restless are the skewing worms
ever churning a blood-born mud,
eyeless they cover the once begotten,
cloak a hard pressed present and loss.
as the missing
deafly retreat beyond our ken.
Hear now the trilling birds,
how they far-fling their buoyant hymns,
see how they hop between their own bones.
Conditioned since birth to follow a belief,
brainwashed souls thrust upon all others their view,
urging them to join their cult to get relief
from suffering by paying to god their due,
atoning for sin by turning a new leaf,
that by doing so, they sense divine light’s hue.
Caught in ego’s bind, the blind thus lead the blind,
sparking fear in hearts of those who’re disinclined.
clothed in drama
a pentecost poetic
chiastic
three stanzas long
the Spirit outpoured
in the Day of the Lord
portents predicted&
prescribed
called out
not cast out
the
ultimate reality
sealed&consumated
an atoning sacrifice
saving mercies
grace given
an expectation
engrained
in penitence& prayer
a focus fixated
cause with effect
in awareness of worship
interlocked
in perspective
the faithful restored
fresh
with abundance
of spiritual joy
affirmed
in a unique reality
of
deliverance&due reward
where acacias abound
before the Lord's overflowing
waters of life
a reasoned restoration
seasoned
in the coming of His day
in the midst of His people
inescapable
irresistible
an inheritance
to claim&
enjoy
When I am arising onto the earth
We have reached the rainbow's edge
Hastily tumbling into the unknown
I've utterly joined the maze of the riddle
Swamp yourself within the chasm
Of the most intense sleep
Straight ahead, I'm going to sprint
Towards your most profound insights
Frights and Demons have vanished
You are being rung as an atoning victim
I will surely bear at your polished side
Until dawn break through the darkness
Written: March 27, 2022
Feeling bubbly and full of life
Moving and dancing, never dull
My joy is full and without strife.
Much blessed, my soul is peaceful,
When things are calm with ease to cope,
I feel I am my most grace full.
All such things flow from faith and hope,
Through each mountain, meadow, or cove
For holy living with full scope.
My spirit soars so as a dove
There is no way that I can mope
When smothered deep in Jesus’ love.
May forgiveness atoning soap,
Wash sins off with a final nope!
Jesus Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
7/3/2021
A plan was presented,
In which One was chosen,
To carry the burden,
To give eternal progress.
Agency was the founding proposal,
And opposition was to be,
A perpetual agent to achieve advancement,
In this most critical time of being.
In this plan a heavenly law was broken,
And a falling away resulted.
There needed to be a way,
For all mankind to be saved.
So God our Father who loves us,
Sent His Son on our behalf,
Anointed and sacred,
To be the atoning One and mark the path.
He was the Lamb of God,
The Firstborn, perfect and blameless,
The very greatest in heaven,
Offered up for us to return.
To magnify His Father’s power,
And give glory to Him on high,
He came to ultimately suffer, be crucified, die,
And raise again from death to life.
To do His Father’s will, is His only design.
His atonement is for all mankind,
Infinite and eternally divine, to make us clean,
Purify, redeem, set free, and never die again.
We go about our lives as if with no clue
that all around us things on earth are dying
as other “great’ activities we pursue.
Good habits should mean more than simply trying.
For many crimes, mankind should be atoning.
Humankind, BE kind, or you will be crying!
Prick up your ears, and hear Earth’s gentle moaning.
Hear it in the oceans filled with our debris.
Where she chokes from all our filth, Earth is groaning.
Hear the silent shrieks emitting from each tree.
With forests razed – oxygen is depleting.
Extinction of creatues already we see.
This senselessness we cannot keep repeating,
or a deserved tragic end we’ll be meeting.
March 12, 2021
for D.W. Rodgers' While Mother Earth Gently Moans Poetry Contest
clothed in drama
a pentecost poetic
chiastic
three stanzas long
the Spirit outpoured
in the Day of the Lord
portents predicted&
prescribed
called out
not cast out
the
ultimate reality
sealed&consumated
an atoning sacrifice
saving mercies
grace given
an expectation
engrained
in penitence& prayer
a focus fixated
cause with effect
in awareness of worship
interlocked
in perspective
the faithful restored
fresh
with abundance
of spiritual joy
affirmed
in a unique reality
of
deliverance&due reward
where acacias abound
before the Lord's overflowing
waters of life
a reasoned restoration
seasoned
in the coming of His day
in the midst of His people
inescapable
irresistible
an inheritance
to claim&
enjoy
A call to the good in you
By Michelle Morris
19/06/2020
This is a call to the good in you;
The good that glows inside;
The world needs your glow now;
Please don't try to hide.
I know it may seem daunting;
A mountain of a challenge;
But all you have to do is focus,
On doing good things you can manage.
Step by step, moment by moment;
Doing good things for everyone around you
Is like humanity atoning.
We can all make a difference;
We can all be part of the glow;
We can overcome the darkness,
And light the universe from here.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
clothed in drama
a pentecost poetic
chiastic
three stanzas long
the Spirit outpoured
in the Day of the Lord
portents predicted&
prescribed
called out
not cast out
the
ultimate reality
sealed&consumated
an atoning sacrifice
saving mercies
grace given
an expectation
engrained
in penitence& prayer
a focus fixated
cause with effect
in awareness of worship
interlocked
in perspective
the faithful restored
fresh
with abundance
of spiritual joy
affirmed
in a unique reality
of
deliverance&due reward
where acacias abound
before the Lord's overflowing
waters of life
a reasoned restoration
seasoned
in the coming of His day
in the midst of His people
inescapable
irresistible
an inheritance
to claim&
enjoy
Bites As Hungry Shark, Yet I Am Still Here Writing
(2nd poem, From my blog- "A Quartet Of Poems")
Words are coming, many are great, some are deep blue
I sit here humming, Lord something is overdue
Pen in hand, life, love, sorrows, tales to be told
Once a lad, seeking joy before getting too old.
This ole world deep dark, yet I am still here fighting.
Bites as hungry shark, yet I am still here writing!
Of mere mortal flesh, born to its ill fated doom
Into sunlit shadows, dappled shades in each room
Cannons of power, youth in most glorious haze
Distant hill-black towers, all a shimmering craze.
This ole world deep dark, yet I am still here fighting.
Bites as hungry shark, yet I am still here writing!
Amidst black canyons, clouds- separation and pain
Race into fleeing horizon, so little gain
Pen and paper moaning, lonesome that steals each breath
Poet atoning, into long cold hands of death!
This ole world deep dark, yet I am still here fighting.
Bites as hungry shark, yet I am still here writing!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-12-2020
Rhyme, ( When The Die Is Cast, Earthen Time Has Flown Away )
Forgiveness from God has been granted to all who choose to accept it.
It was made possible as a result of Christ's atoning death on the cross.
New life and eternal pardon are freely given to anyone who receives Christ.
Incredible as that may sound, it is true because Christ died and rose again.
Sacrifices and good deeds can never qualify us to be good enough for heaven.
Heaven is a place for 'forgiven ones', even those like the dying thief on the cross.
Eternity is a long time to be in the Presence of God and away from all that's evil.
Devils, demons, damnation, doom, and destruction will be forever obliterated.
03192019PoSoupContest, Week 4, March 2019, Brain Strand
Loving Eve
C Caressing the cusp of her calamitous clouds
A Atoning all angst of my alluvial angel
R Retrieving resolve for roaring rainbow’s recall
E Enlightening Eve’s essence for eternal embrace
07th August 2018
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