Best Clear As Crystal Poems
I had a dream...
I am sleeping on a cloud. Upon awakening, I gaze at planet earth below. From my vantage point I can see the globe in its entirety. Something has changed. Before falling asleep I was watching the news. It spoke of war, inflation, hatred and prejudice. There was talk of deforestation, desertification, plastic pollution and radiation poisoning. People were fighting, they were killing. Spilled blood was everywhere, staining the beauteous land.
But the world I am seeing now is at peace. The lion sleeps with the lamb. People from all cultures, nations and languages are living in harmony, a true rainbow of mankind. The air is sweet, the waters pure and clear as crystal. Instinctively, I get down on my knees and pray to the God of heaven, as tears of confusion and joy stream down my face. A soft, low voice from above calls to me: "My son, no need for tears any longer. Look! I have made all things new." It is only then I understand, this is no dream after all. I am in paradise!
promise of ages
a world in transformation
all living the dream
Look at the drops of rain
Falling silently
Glistening in the light
They make no sound
No one can tell they are around
Falling, dripping off tree branches,
A steady stream cascading, gently
To the ground below
Clear as crystal in daylight
Unseen in the darkness of night
The precious gift of water
Given from above
To sustain life
This little droplet so small
Is the source of survival above all
When I see your face
Bright as a star in dark skies
Your eyes radiant and clear as crystal
Tears of love drench my cheeks-
On your shoulders forever I’ll lull
Under the comfort of your warm wings of love
When I see greens of the fields
Celebrating every kiss of the winds;
The cold breeze at the shores of falling rivers
I see the shape of your heart-
A heart print that forever will stay
Whispering at every height of the melting mount
When you whisper my name
At the cold of a warm dawn
My heart bleeds for the unending bliss;
I weep when your shadow sublimes-
Leaving only an idol to cling on!
Let me nurture your heart, my love to defend.
When I think of my heavenly promised land,
Where someday I will make my eternal home,
With Jesus, who came, the world to redeem;
Oh how the best things of this world grow dim!
When I imagine God’s beaches of golden sand
Along the shiny shore of the smiley glassy sea;
I cannot wait there to go and on my place stand.
Oh what a joyful thought; what an eternal land!
Where down here on earth can I find anything,
To compare with the immortal flowers above;
Which never fade away by day-they feel alright-
As they sing glories to God; for all is light.
Who can show me in this ailing world anything,
Close to the water of life clear as crystal above.
Which never freeze; for there is not any winter—
But flows graciously; inviting me eternity to enter!
My land smells some sweet smell of rare roses,
Angels sing soft songs seasoned with angelic smiles
Every time I think of this land and its unfading roses,
I wonder how fairer my Jesus looks when He smiles.
Oh when I think of my ever sweet promised land
All valuables I have round about me simply fade away.
When I picture the everlasting beaches of golden sand
All the earthly white sand beaches simply fade away.
Oh when I think of my heavenly promised land,
Where someday I will make my eternal home;
I feel so lonely in this world, I am so home sick!
I long to go home to sing with angels every week,
Praising God for ever as I eat from the tree of life.
Shouting Alleluia as I drink the water of life.
For there will be no more crying no more dying;
But singing and shouting and praising Jesus our King.
I know it’s possible through the blood of the Lamb.
Blissfully wondering
here am I serenely imagining
yet not lost in my virtual wandering
mindfully comprehending
my future triumphant standing
as forgiven sinner of mercy’s outpouring
before the Lord, humbling…
On heaven’s golden street, trekking
my feet, anchored upon Christ’s securing
forever to enjoy sublime celestial exploring
eternal abode devoid of sun and moon shining
since Creator’s glory is magnificently lighting
City of God along precious stones brightening
gates surrounded by twelve pearls --- holiness radiating…
Then toward pure river of life witnessing
such water, clear as crystal bursting
and out of Almighty’s throne proceeding
showing me supreme Providence reigning
as praise-filled alleluias He is well-deserving
ceaselessly ring with the redeemed singing
echoing pure devotion --- adoration, reverberating…
Cognizant midst divine musing
against torturous everlasting hell-wandering
my rescued soul, freed from eternal suffering
not anymore lost by Christ’s grace-granting
keeps on thanking Him, exalting*, praising
His name while His countenance beholding
midst faith-brightened eyes, worshipping.
*Isaiah 25:1 O LORD, thou art my God; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things; thy counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.
December 14, 2021
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 27" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 12/31/2021.
Leaves of uncertainty have covered the earth
fallen from trees of anxiety and dread
a path, once as clear as crystal blue water
clouded by ponderous tears in its stead
Silence of laughter has deafened the world
stilled by the smallest of creatures we know
the crashing of cymbals in life’s symphony
has summoned us all to a new kind of show
Yet, for this fearsome of unwelcome visits
we will find sunshine on beaches to come
but we must fancy the sun from our windows
to save for us all and not just for some
Upon a horse,faithful and true,
Jesus returns on a cloud,
in the air He comes into view
Every knee is bowed.
The book of life is opened,at last
Sin meets it's heart's desire;
The deceiver and the deceived,both cast
into the lake of fire.
Water ,clear as crystal now flows
Reviving,the once dead;
Those faithful,who Jesus knows,have
His name on their forehead.
A new earth,no pain death,sunlight or sea,
A new heaven with God each believer will be
Tough Love
Sometimes with such strict parents, a tendancy to lend;
overlooking boundaries crossed to be your child's best friend.
I love my son with all my heart just as he does his mother.
Tho the path that he was taking; I just could not go further.
Stunned and hurt when I said, "You have to leave my home."
He wasn't his kind loving self; always drunk or stoned.
I held myself together; to his back I closed the door.
Then litteraly went to pieces falling to knee's upon the floor.
I knew he would end up in prison or maybe even dead,
if he could not shake the demons messing with his head.
It took everything inside me to stick to my decision.
I wanted to run after him, again to him be pleasing.
With tear stained face and puffy eyes I prayed with all my might,
" Please Lord spare me the dreaded phone call that comes so late at night."
Only twice I've heard God's voice aloud, not just a sign.
He said as clear as crystal, "Don't worry about him." "He's mine."
Immediatly I ceased to cry, such comfort in those words.
I know God deals with us best when we are at our worst.
Driving late he had a wreck; two poles ran through his truck.
It was him left praying on his knees; survival was not luck.
The poles crisscrossed around his neck tho he was never touched.
Three inch splinters in his hoodie; didn't miss him much.
The road was rocky coming back but thank the Lord he made it.
God's protective hands covered him; so near a death evaded.
My parents too strict then I too laxed; he's balanced tween the two.
A wonderful husband and father; he began his life anew.
The hardest decision I ever made but I thank God above;
my precious son now understands why I chose tough love.
" A River of Water of Life ... "
( Based On Revelation 22: 1 )
A River of Water of Life ...
Clear As Crystal, Sparkling In Brightest Son-Light
Flowing From The Throne of GOD and The Lamb
Watering Trees, Whose Leaves Cure Those Once Damned
(Rev. 22: 3)
For No More Will There Be Any Curse
When A River of Water of Life, Flows On Earth
From The Throne of GOD and The Lamb
Watering The Healing-Harvest For All GOD's Humans
... Drinking From A River of Water of Life
And We Will Splash & Play In Rainbows & Swim
By The River of Water of Life, Clear As Crystal Gems
Where On The River's Sides, Grows Trees of Fruited-Limbs
Basking In The Glorious, Loving Light of HIM
... and We'll Be Singing Hymns - By A River of Water of Life
As A River of Water of Life ...
Will Replenish Earth's Eden - Paradise
From The Source - JEHOVAH God & King Jesus Christ
Where The Whole World Is Fully Blessed & Baptized ...
By A River of Water of Life ...
Clear As Crystal, Sparkling In Brightest Son-Light
Flowing From The Throne of GOD and The Lamb
Refreshing All Those, As Grateful As I Am ...
For A River of Water of Life ...
Written & Copyrighted ©: 2/20/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
You are so far, yet I can touch your heart
I can see your mind without you talking,
What happened to us? We used to be a brick!
Now we are just apart like a coca-cola glass bottle's,
Sitting side by side facing opposite directions.
I miss those days that we talk & talk about us non-stop,
And its funny how we wouldn't stop,
Your eyes are as clear as crystal,
Your smile is warm & charming,
Your hands are soft yet strong,
We send each other love notes here & there,
Pretend in front of others we are just friends,
I miss those days we had,
What happened to us?
No matter what you will do memories won't fade away,
They are there like a soar of thumb in your face,
No matter how much you wash your face,
Yet the images in your vision play like a poppet show in your mind,
Now my mind is talking on its own,
Thinking about all of our memories good & bad,
Its ahead of my hand writing,
It goes on and on talking...
The Holy City [New Jerusalem]
“10 And he carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God. 11 It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal. 12 It had a great, high wall with twelve gates, and with twelve angels at the gates. On the gates were written the names of the twelve tribes of Israel. 13 There were three gates on the east, three on the north, three on the south and three on the west. 14 The wall of the city had twelve foundations, and on them were the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.” Rev 21:10-14 NIV
The Holy City comes down from heaven,
Shining brightly with God’s glory;
The brilliance of a precious jewel—
John’s Revelation vision and story.
The Holy City has a great high wall
And twelve gates attended by angels.
On the gates are familiar names
Of the twelve tribes of Israel.
Three gates are on the east,
And three gates to the north;
Another three on the west
And three more to the south.
The wall has twelve foundations
Named after the Apostles.
The city forms a square;
Each foundation made of precious jewels.
The first foundation is of jasper;
The second of cornflower blue sapphire;
The fourth vivid green emerald,
And nine other jewels for the foundations higher.
No doubt they match the precious jewels
Found on a priest’s ephod.
The twelve gates are twelve large pearls;
The city’s streets of pure transparent gold yet solid.
There’s no sign of a temple
Because the Almighty and the Lamb reign.
There’s no moon or sun to be found
For God’s glory does remain.
The nations will walk by His glory
And offer up their splendor.
The city’s gates are always open,
There’s no shame, deceit or armor.
The citizens of the Holy City
Were found in the Lamb’s Book of Life.
They’d trusted through earth’s trials;
Some persecution and strife.
They surrendered to their Creator
And beheld Him day by day.
Persevering to the finish line;
With the Lamb of God to always stay.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
Four Haiku, 1--4
1. may it be spring
spring is not yet to come
snow still sits in field
2. the dews standing on
the petals in the sunrise
are clear as crystal
3. a cicada chirps
hiding from the burning sun
under a tree shade
4. wind blows in the field
where pampas grasses stand tall
under blue moonlight
The earth is like a precious jewel
Full of majestic colours and all
Real mysterious in many ways
Look around you, at the abundance He’s made
Nature’s varieties, wonders and spice
If earth be His pedestal
What must Heaven be like?
It must be spectacular, golden and bright
Can’t think of a better place
To dream of tonight
There have been many messages
From the Angels of light
Telling of its beauty and sheer delight
Flowers of colours never seen before
Golden transparent glazed glass floors
Gates made from pearls of the purest white
If earth be His pedestal
What must heaven be like?
It must be spectacular, golden and bright
Can’t think of a better place
To dream of tonight
Beautiful rivers, clear as crystal
Living waters flowing, so mystical
Leaves for healing, on exotic tree’s
The tree of life, standing magnificently
Fountains and springs, wonderful sites
If earth be His pedestal
What must heaven be like?
It must be spectacular, golden and bright
Can’t think of a better place
To dream of tonight
This magical city, my second home
That’s what I dream of, when I’m all alone
With mystical creatures of every kind
Imagination so pretty, no sense of time
This place is heaven, it’s out of sight
It earth be His pedestal
What must Heaven be like?
It must be spectacular, golden and bright
Can’t think of a better place
To dream of tonight
© Copyright KC.Leake
9th May 2015
All Rights Reserved
We lay together warm as kittens as crystal snow fell outside,
The light of my life stirred in his sleep, murmuring;
It is all clear as crystal now, all the events came like a wave,
He kissed me with lips as sweet as the whispering wind.
Our love a jewel and a rose to treasure.
"Don't go!" I whispered to him as I faded off to sleep, cozy in bed,
Life is a journey with a destination unknown, time is a thief;
Like a swarm of butterflies I was being chased into bitter reality,
The telephone was ringing, ringing, ringing and ringing.
I am lost in a swirling storm of grief, forever.
The voice on the telephone left me heartbroken, shattered,
On a road my love lay dead as the crystal white snow fell;
I am on a roller-coaster of emotions that take me up and down,
The crystal white falling always reminds me of him.
Pages of time turn but I always turn them back.
_______________________
March 16, 2014
Poetry/Verse/'Crystal White Falling'
Copyright Protected, ID 03-550-638-16
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest Metaphor Crystal,
Sponsor, nette onclaud, Judged 03/2014
First Place
The moon is a hypnotizing crystal ball.
It sees your struggles and your hurt,
and as it graces the glimmering night sky,
it is silent as it glows.
It shines the light on all the answers
but only for a moment, like a dream
forgotten in the first few moments of consciousness...
It never rests, only guards you
while you cry and while you wonder
and boil and freeze
Everything is clear as crystal during the night.
During the day, we hide.
At night, we creep into who we are.
We don't like to admit it. We're prideful.
But as the moon is our guardian
It allures us to the surface
of our own hardmetal skin,
and melts it into irresistable tenderness.
At night we feel the most at peace.
At night we feel the most beautiful.
But at night we feel exposed and
the most insecure.