There is balm in Gilead; there is balm for my soul
In the streams of the Jordan broken spirits are made whole
There are streams in the desert land that give healing within
And whoe’er tastes these streams of grace shall never thirst again
There’s a place where He pours out His grace upon the needy heart
Where at last things become complete yet suddenly things start
We can sing and hide beneath His wing, protected from all harms
There the Good Shepherd graciously shall bear us in His arms
There’s a mount in Canaan’s land; there’s a cleft in the stone
There’s a place where the wand’ring heart can fin’ly feel at home
There is rest in the Savior’s arms; there is rest for my soul
There is dear love and freedom ‘neath His yoke and His control
There’s a fount that springs from Zion’s mount that can cleanse us from sin
See the gates of the city opened wide to let us in
To the Son’s sweet goodness we shall run—to His unending store
In the house of our Savior we shall flourish evermore
puffy lavender
bee balm attracts bumblebees
black and yellow fuzz
This Cosmos knows all must escape the war.
The sky beckons peace for the Bard's journey,
Hoping there will be joy forevermore.
Music, dance, poetry--art is beauty!
Raise a cheer for nature's forest bounty.
Let's gather memories that are gleeful!
The green woodlands breathe with vitality
And gift to us a rocky pocketful!
Awen drifts through every breath of nature,
Kindling the mind with vivid ideas,
Flying forward to chase the bright future.
Bards guard pure hearts as meek overseers.
Every balm that will make us feel better
Spills from the Cosmos' wildest pleasure!
If balm of time heals, oft hurts just enough,
Heart heals because it exerts just enough.
Unfortunate for all destinations,
Journeys do end, linger thirsts just enough.
Many a love may die before its time,
Perhaps the love bird flirts not just enough.
If a marriage gets short of breath midway,
It seeks short cuts, skirts the right long enough.
Such a one flounders in march on the way,
For, pitfalls it averts not just enough.
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Ghazal |14.07.2025| time, love, marriage, journey
in every pack of pistachios there are
one or two shells which are resistant to
the fingernail the addictive leverage
the satisfying splitting apart
you put them aside and save them for later
meanwhile pick, click, chew and finally
return to the awkward ones
refusing to yield their treasure
curse them go ahead curse them you won't
be defeated, you will solve their riddle
you will break their will
maybe they can be persuaded
by tiny hammer or rolling pin
we don't have a rolling pin
but don't we have a nutcracker somewhere
there was one at christmas, and
something else happens more wine
a movie some family business and the
two nuts stay on the edge of the table
waiting to be splintered or just tossed in
the trash in the cold morning light
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To treat an ulcer that was peptic
My Doc gave me an antiseptic
Then he made it quite clear
That it goes up my rear
I think you could say I'm a skeptic
Shadows of the day leaned against the wall
applauded the bug which made you fall
A search began for the healing balm
and called to arms ways to calm the storm
Heaven was warned and the Earth informed
Life must work for a prize if death is armed
with aches and pains sharp as an arrow
its bleary eyes piercing through every window
formed grey clouds to hang over the meadow
But see, how refreshing the sprightly rain falls
Upon holy grounds where snow-flakes thaw
The running quake subsides and withdraws
dissolved in a ray of hope and welcome joy
And savor every moment your heart employ
With every twist of threshing sinews and nerve
The flagging weight goes lighter in a rare view
When bright moons break through the gloom
Your exhilaration see how happy children play
Admire great faiths when frenzy people pray
Dark atmosphere fades into the ever-glades
Recite praises with the gracious healing balm
The healthier days are coming to you again
Each step is victory in the journey you create
On the realm where healing virtues await
He carries a wound that festers with smell,
He fears within it, bad germs might dwell.
Since losing his folks, he’s lost everything;
Each morning, he wonders what life will bring.
Each coin that he grasps, he holds with great care,
For hunger and pain both watch him in fear.
He eats little and soothes his pain with balm,
His survival depends on what's in his palm.
His parents are gone, yet grief roams each day;
He lives through the nights with no place to stay.
Yet kindness seems to have gone on a trip,
Leaving only alms within his firm grip.
Just twelve, yet his dreams have dissolved into dust,
His pockets stay bare, life’s balance unjust.
Despair fills his soul, ignoring his prayers,
Alms can't dry up all his endless tears.
How soon will death call to take him away?
Compassion stands cold, anguish paves his way.
He searches for help, but none can be found,
Somehow, death's fear races all around.
Guilt
Rides with separation
Peering into the past
Finding a story
Wrapped in shame..
Forgiveness seems
Distant with a doing
Of necessity
Blocking the way..
Separation's hold
Seems what is
Happening..which
May be the balm
Which is sought...
Stirring My Tea 12-22-23
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Amber Balm
Evening settles into an overstuffed ebony chair,
No longer pacing in little anxious circles
Nor scurrying into hollow spaces,
As slivers of silver peek through turbulent
Fists of the morning’s frost
To measure tea leaves
Into a china pot from tea parties
Long ago far away,
And birth in steaming water
The copper kettle’s legacy,
An amber balm from leaves of tumult
As a fragrant salve exhales weariness,
Or celebrates with the smile of the soul,
Then strains away any bitterness
To sip serenity
Bathed in sweet exotic scents,
Remembering to welcome home more cups of tea
When twilight grows weary.
Beneath the stars, I strum my guitar
And sing a serenade of love that goes far
My voice a soothing balm for her soul
Her heart rejoices, her spirit takes control
Whispering words sent from above
Speak of her beauty that's so much more than enough
In her presence, my heart feels alive
My love for her will surely survive
The serenade of the heart's a divine song
A symphony of love that's forever strong
For those who believe in the power of love
Its joy and light will spread, like a dove
Let this serenade guide us on our journey
In this vast world, where love can be blurry
May our love always shine like the stars
And guide us like a beacon from afar
So let this powerful serenade play
A music that will guide our everyday
As we cherish the love that will last forever
Our hearts entwined, we'll leave never.
On sunny days i work less;
My little Lord God shall bless.
On sunny days some light dress
My body heat helps to press,
Electronic iron men’s guess,
For it wouldn’t look a mess…
Sweating Noon save your muscle,
This doing through no tussle
You halt hustle and bustle;
I’d stop a paper’s rustle.
Somehow, I find a way to keep calm
Sometimes, reading either palm
But I would near not a balm:
Hot like heat hits one a “Bam”
Sunny days wear a grim look
Like one who’d no nonsense brook;
One could choose to read a book
But better fast food you cook.
Cool and collected, calm
she hides a font of passion
Her measured voice a balm ~
remarkable, lyrical aplomb
Meditate
However distressing one’s life has been, forget the gloom.
Rise up as lotus does, above muddy water they bloom.Quote: poets own
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Meditate, it helps you to stay calm
It’s being soothed with a soothing balm
Relax your body and clear your mind
Leave all one’s worries and stress behind.
Slip away to a place without harm
As described in the words of a psalm
Become immersed in the universe
With the I am in prayers converse.
Heed the dear Lords law and have no qualms
You will find a welcome in His arms
In silent solace may you find sound rest
Your heart and soul be enhanced and blessed.
God holds the whole wide world in his palm
Gently guiding with His grace and charm
Tat Tvam Asi - "thou art that" as one
With God the Father and God the Son.
17th July 2021
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