Heavenly home
Sacred strong
Blue breeze
Will we wait
Devine duties
Defined days
Encouraging eyes
Seeking souls
Cotton clouds
Nested now
Plush pillow
Heavy head
Heavenly home
Sacred strong
Blue breeze
Blessed benediction
Page's pressed
Hymnal hostess
Singing seeming
Emerald elevated
Waiting watching
Spiritual softening
Praises persevere
Hallelujah here.
April 27 2022
May you soon return
not as disempowered
disabled
and woefully unenlightened,
trespassing against integrity,
against peace
and restoring healthy justice
Nor even as an honored
LeftBrain dominating guest.
May you soon return
to our compassionate Home,
where loving voices
courageously resound
for co-empowering dances
curiously sung
in co-enlightened scales
of benediction.
Be it driving back from work
Or the middle of the night
Bliss electricity within heightens
Gripping us in rapture of delight
Several times during each day
We display an involuntary shudder
The spasm being a roar of bliss
From within we look on in wonder
As we are thus enmeshed
By throbbing bliss in renewal
It becomes is-ness of being-ness
Benediction being Gods miracle
02-September-2020
Oh Lord above the Greater skies
Prayers stand before your face.
Heads bow, and tears in our eyes,
We grieve in solitude and silence.
Leave home and go on visiting
Tearful floods and tempests mourning
Oh death, where is your sting?
Struggles among the Crowds, hurrying.
When its work for death be, done,
Where in shallow mine, this world be?
Stretch thin and breach broken
A separation is far Deeper than the sea.
The crying soul in tempest sigh
tumultuous with laboring toil.
Benediction of mourning when we die,
Trace the lives of that memory file.
Humble hearts from every race
Oh Lord above the Greater skies
Our prayers stand before your face
We are alone and speechless.
Affections, the object of mystery
Death is a chance of unsavory fate.
A fallible fall which gives no victory
Enslave suffers waiting by the Gate.
Bless the Lord along life’s road.
Bear your neighbor’s heavy load.
Bicker not with blame nor fault.
Blaze the trail with light and salt.
Battle vice with peace and grace.
Bring Christ’s virtue to the race.
Bless the Lord and you’ll be blessed.
Tenderly, kindle your scented
candles~
Or burn some aromatic, heady
incense, too!
If only a few people acknowledge
your worth,
Why is it so important to you?
You don't need the roar of the
crowd!
Because, you see,God knows
your talents,
And He applauds you most
affirmatively.
He is your number one follower.
Just do your poetic best and do
follow in His ways.
After all, He is the Man of all
Men, who thinks the very
best of you.
More significantly, He is the
man, that gave you the body
you are in.
That self same body that moves
your poetic pen!
July 9, 2019
11:30pm PST
Benediction
Quietly kindle your best candles.
Or burn some aromatic incense.
If only a few people acknowledge
your poetry,
Why should it matter to you?
You do not need the roar of the lonely crowd!
Because, the Lord, your God,
Knows fully your worth.
And you are far from a clod!
Just write your ultimate best.
Always follow Him!
After all, He is the Man of
all men.
Watching over you, helping you.
In His eyes, indeed, He considers
you, the finest!
He made the body that moves your very pen.
June 14, 2019
9am PST
Can you hear
the little clock
Persistent tick
relentless tock
It eats away
at your life's blood
First a trickle
then a flood
Now it's done
with its last meal
In its hands
your grace is sealed
You were still in my sight, all on a sudden
In my rhythmic heart you blended with a harmony
That brought a perpetual benediction, it was an
Ambience in Elysian quietness of my lasting ease,
Without any anguish my mind was in a festival
There I sang some songs with deep allusions
I preserved on the shore of my lone soul,
My peace sprinkles in many awakening nights,
I fondled with the waves of sea below the star-lit sky,
There was no waning of love in her vastness! Untold
Words were entwined with my lost words, before I
Took birth all those words you had known!
A richness of fantasy and uproar of stirring beauty
Of the aura that invaded me, I had a desire to see!
The Lord Jesus Christ brings His merciful grace
this grace of God is gifted and free upon all
God's righteousness at Christ's expense no less
for guilty sinners so they need not ultimately fall
God has many characteristics as our father
showing His great love so eternally full
this is displayed in Christ's sacrificial obedience
dying for sin this saviour our blessed jewel
The holy spirit comes down in sweet communion
to fill us with His spirit so evidently pure
this is a blessed privilege only for selected few
to know God in spirit convinced to be sure
This is God's benediction so fully complete
coming upon his people such are blessed
what majesty displayed in all His attributes
now to be still and enjoy His eternal rest
(The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all.)
2 Corinthians 13: 14 (ESV)
Not every dark cloud signals rain,
Not every burn leaves a scar,
And not every tear signals pain.
Not all in the celestial of night is a star,
Not everything that derails is a train,
And not all that stops before red is a car.
But all that rides the tide of living soon dies,
Yet in his ascension his glory lies.
Poem Type : OTTAVA RIMA
28/06/17
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AFTER BENEDICTION
After the Golden Rule was taught;
In spirit, the cleric’s tongue was caught.
Like a pregnant cloud
Ready to perch on the Y-shaped crowd:
“You are blessed by Jehovah El-shaddai.
In you, everything of hell-shall-die
in the name of Him that’s above all men.
And the church will say”, “Amen”
But after benediction,
I consider it a spur, an inspiration:
Which accounts for ninety percent;
The remaining ten: my effort and bent.
With mercy and deft, I’ll part heaven’s clime
To usher in my perpetual lustrous time
But after benediction,
With my earthly intuition,
I eagerly chase my transient fame.
I adapted to a new aim.
Being mindful of how poverty afflicts,
I’m tired of chanting the chorus of derelicts.
But after benediction,
I always have a fresh eternity revelation,
But sooner forget the Calvary cost:
Even the words from the mighty pen of Frost
About ‘The Road Not Taken’
Wherein my foundation was shaken
But after benediction,
In a storm of confusion,
I straddle on moral fence---
After life’s exploit, whose presence?
Which fort – light or dark?
Which angels – white or black?
Oh so far I feel to find you
Oh so near I cannot bind you;
You so wise my plea goes heedless
You so dear my plea was needless.
In each human heart you shine
For all that's good is now devine;
Each act of love brings transformation
With thoughts and words of consolation.
Breath of life, you are the centre
In that point of time we enter;
A love that gives the glow of gladness
Brings relief to comfort sadness.
All we cherish, always flowing
Passes time beyond our knowing;
Trials to test our trust and love
Lead us to new paths above.
Creation lives in love inspired
Creator lives in all desired;
Painter of the cosmic spaces
Life you give to earthly places.
Though all humanity may claim you
There's none so wise that can name you
Human mouths be mute before you
Silence only can adore you.
one fine morning
I arouse and found
myself in a new world
of love and art.
A world were there was
smile on every face.
a life sound and satisfied.
I thanked God for his benediction
and wandered on its flat surface
with, joy and freedom.
Here there was no crime
and no punishment
but an honest love
for every human.
Here lived Men and women
together without any
lust or any scare.And there
was in its every corner
spark of Life and flux of glee.
But alas! my sleep
was broken and once
again I found myself
in the world of mystery.
Closing of the day,
Aviary canopies;
Vespers in the woods.
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