there's
no degree of heartache
that I have not endured
among the quiet years
have I retained the rewards
of a bad religon-
nevermore can I say
that which remains contrary
to the full awakening
of a birthing conscience-
bearer of truth
that dwells beyond the inscriptions
of hidden prophecies withheld-
knowing that in truth
its light bears its own isolation
to those who unveil it
Mandeville
Ice caps of the northern world
Dew drops of the sovereign world
From North to South shall bear in pair
Holding a cistern in open air
Air ruffles in belts and swear
Fair and in pair that never wear
Storks and beasts circling around
Forks and yeasts bubbling in sound
Meat that thaws in empty shells
Peat that gnaws in cognoscenti wells
Wells of minds that hail on waters
Bells in binds that wail on lathers
Days of light that never end
Rays of night that never bend...
My fellow pilgrims on life’s path,
I greet you here today
To share a tale of gratitude
For help along our way.
Our best route is the straightest path,
And narrow from the gate.
But most of us went crashing through
As though we couldn’t wait
To see the things in store for us,
The sights that life would bring,
Not knowing that the track is steep
And dangers wait to sting.
A plethora of vistas wait
For those with eyes to see
But fog can sometimes block our view
As daylight starts to flee.
It’s in these dark and tricky parts
Where angels come to play,
With lanterns born above their gaze
To light the hidden way.
And when we pass beyond their light,
Another’s overlaps,
Until we’ve reached the sun again
And crossed the risky gaps.
These angels are but humble souls;
A neighbor down the road
Who walks their path with righteous steps,
And shoulders others’ load.
God bless these lantern bearers!
Without them I’d be lost
And never find my way back home
Despite the distance crossed.
Now, many things we accept,
Nearly each conveyed precept:
Bearers their names pressurize
And life's success summarize:
Sure serpent' who is Linda;
Access to God could hinder
"Sauls" to burn like a cinder
"Dinah's" denied Umbrella
"Tamars" Destined Cinderella
You answer to David 'King'
You choose Jonathan 'you cling'
Nobody risks the name Job,
For Satan might come to rob
And you don't bear Jezebel
For against God you'd rebel...
Scriptural Superstition
For Believer's Nutrition
Although,
God shows no favoritism to any soul
For
Each soul is a part of Him,
He is delighted to respond to any man's plea for:
Light
Truth
virtue,
justice, and wisdom
Since
God knows that these men
May become the saviors and torch-bearers;
Of love
Of mercy
Of compassion, and
Of humanity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 August 2021
Being a frontline health careworker
has us all consumed with fear
A nursing home filled with the elderly could
become a catastrophic atmosphere
If the Coronavirus enters their home
it would be almost impossible to curtail
Most have underlying health conditions
and are very vulnerable and frail
In trepidation we work day after day
In disquietude but with hopeful smiles
That none of us are Covid -19 carrier's
as uncertainty and stress stockpiles
Still we laugh and joke and try to keep
our wits and spirits high
Even though this impending world crisis
make us all want to cry
Understaffed and overworked will soon
become our new norm
May angels watch over all of us as we weather
this unexpected storm
We vow to stay upbeat and positive
to take each day in stride
We will continue our loving ways with the
upmost compassion and pride
April 1, 2020
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