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How Does a Soul Enter Heaven?
How does a soul enter Heaven?
Suddenly. Often quietly. Whole and Complete.
Stepping through the flimsy membrane of time
On scented leaves of healing for the nations
Born from earth’s womb into once blinding glory
Lead along in a mysterious path of crossroads
Detours and mystical coincidence
A struggling bud bursting into full bloom
Beholding for the first time the Anointed face
No longer veiled in holy incense from eye bound eyes.
How does the soul enter Eternity?
Knowing its need for God in finality’s answer
All deliriums answered
In a charismatic kiss
Prodigal rags of empty pits,
Valleys of compassion left homeless
And piercing arrows of shattered words
Fall away
No Eden’s shame for the unclothed soul
Shining alabaster in luminescent pearls.
How does a soul enter Paradise?
Turmoil – forgotten; Temptation – overcome;
Rejection – forgiven;
Psalms of sweet arias sing reveries
Of prayers prayed, cloaks shared –
A simple cup of water –
The way made straight in a pledged troth
The bridegroom’s betrothal consummated
Eternal sigh beneath trees by the crystal fountain
In the open arms of pure grace.
How does a soul enter Heaven?
To words of welcome – good and faithful servant.
2-4-23
True writers write from their hearts,
because they have ink in their veins.
Words flow onto their paper,
as they go writing away.
Their wonderful imagination comes alive,
wanting their readers to enjoy their work.
How Does the Soul Enter Heaven?
no gates, walls, fences
by holy light’s measures transformed
home again
creativity itself
gives, receives all
borne home again
emphryeal serenade
draws longing souls
home again where God reigns
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Solitude's of the multitudes
There are doors that never open
Slamming doors banging doors
Many hearts forever broken...
Must decide what will divide
One to the left or one to the right
One will rot the other will not
I will choose before the night...
The doors of Destiny in their complexity
Will always open and close
For I must find one of a kind
So I may enter without any woes.
March.25.2016
For Contest...When A Door Closes
By Broken Wings
Let's take a step back in time,
step into the golden temple of God
that Solomon built
There shining on a hill
stood the beautiful sanctuary of God,
casting forth resplendent rays of golden light
Let's walk through the outer court
to the inner court
Up to the holy doors
leading into the corridor
Then we approach the largest space,
where the congregation will gather soon
We open the palm tree carved doors,
and enter the red room
But when we walk in, to your surprise,
the room isn't what it appears to be ...
It's golden all around
The beautifully carved red cedar wood
is overlaid with gold
The body of the red room has golden skin
Now everyone is gathering, coming in
Come one, come all
into the glorious red room
We be those covered by the blood of Jesus Christ,
the red room covers everyone within ...
covers everyone's sins,
as the worshiping begins
Prayers and songs of praise is our offering
to God in the holy red room
As we leave the red room ---
rich red cedar wood covered in gold,
we see how God has promised to one day deliver to us
the blessings of His Son manifold
Though earthly life, as we all know, is full of strife,
Like most of men, I am in love with my life.
I know, on earth we are only interim passengers,
And cannot be here for ever as we are God’s cavaliers.
Despite my soul’s longing to step on the Heavenly shore,
To enjoy all the grace and bliss kept in store,
I don’t wish to shed my earthly existence,
And death, I try to prevent with all my persistence.
Alas! Days wither as petals from a flower.
Time draws near, when before death, I must cower.
My days here are growing shorter than I think
And I am briskly moving to my life’s brink,
When death’s noose strangles me tighter
Oh God, before you, I have only one prayer.
Don’t turn your back on me, when with Satan I fight.
And don’t allow me to be subdued by his might.
I deem my soul to be of priceless worth,
To be harbored in Heaven after my life on earth.
Oh Lord, from all diabolic forces, as I try to wrest,
Help me pass the final test to bide in your heavenly nest.
When I shed my earthly load and bid goodbye,
I shall be as light as a feather and soar high.
Thus, from my body, when my soul shall depart,
Pick me up and hold me in your hands never to part.
I dream of being wafted up by the heavenly throng,
To dwell in glory and lulled to rest by the angel’s song.
I shall then look upon my Savior’s shining face,
And shall thank Him for His benign saving grace!
Feb. 3.2023
How Does the Soul Enter Heaven Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mystic Rose Rose
Enter my dream smiling, never pausing to ponder why
Whispering gently to me, exploring the phrases I write
Listening to cadence of heart composing ardent reply
Questions linger unanswered poking pain in teary eye
Answers blunder aimlessly unresponsive to life's plight
Enter my dream smiling, never pausing to ponder why
I'll bring you comfort, discerning sigh, hearing your cry
Witness the rhythm of passion scintillating in my sight
Listening to cadence of heart composing ardent reply
Not easy to share my feelings when love has yet to try
Come prepared to lose yourself wandering in my night
Enter my dream smiling, never pausing to ponder why
Decipher romantic call, reveling in joy, lifting you high
Hold my affection, embracing love, to shed your fright
Listening to cadence of heart composing ardent reply
Having discerned text of minds you have seen the light
Surrender to sensual feelings , snuggling love just right
Enter my dream smiling, never pausing to ponder why
Listening to cadence of heart composing ardent reply
May 29, 2018
Placed first in early January 2019 contest by Brian Strand
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only to remember
humbleness and humility
and the enigma of the motivation
and the direction of the action
the swing of the involuntary till it becomes voluntary
the taming of temptation
the civilization
the question of elevation and degradation
and the arrogance of shallow sophistication
the enlightment of deep simplification
it's the magic of the 360°
it's the taboo of trinity
threes, bees, and degrees.... did you get the metaphor eternity and trees
glossy tasting like sour cheese.....in the GMO trust that olfactory
you be to be
there's a missing factor why do you thing they wander with their protractor
enthroned is the distractor, he's the x factor conquering the e factor
so he brought the wonders of the fifth element
building the kingdom of the hologram for the new man, a kingdom of nothing, wonder if he fail or will he implement
they're for the constellation blue tent
woe to those who surrendered body and soul only to earn a bent rent
the dream is waking
the eyes are sleeping
Tamer Hossam
In my aging heart lies a single code
The one who holds the pass had too grown old
When death angel came, my petals fell from sweet rose
Now heart still aches for love once more to hold
Beyond the gate which now hangs thick ivy
Which weaves magic with its runners quite green
Tells my secrets of grief, loss and spicy
Tidbits that only lovers share between
My code is carved in silence, thought, plus aches
In each season that's passed a turning; heals
Me in love's part, even though heart breaks
Our wedding vows my heart and yours did seal
The garden planted now needs water so
Enter my garden where love gives warm glow
Once dreamy, butter-filled suncups,
Shining ‘neath the moonlight.
Past shadows shimmer on pond of
Evening Primrose midnight.
Spineless spirits, angel’s trumpets,
Kept as outliers, aloft.
Once shady blow - paired sleeping rocks
Covered with lamb’s ears, soft.
Dark and lightness ravish garden.
Sweet scent rediscovers
The sway of grass on little path;
Reprints of fresh lovers.
If only she’d whispered warning;
“Enter moon gate,” was said.
White creeping phlox - she’s as white as
Sole touch of garden bed.
When I first enter my heavenly promise land,
Jesus Christ will be willing escorting me
into his promise land. He will be helping me
understand just how wonderfully
grand life will be there.
When I first enter my heavenly promise land,
Jesus Christ will be willing telling me. How much
much he honestly cared for me. And all of my
redeemed friends and family.
When I first enter my heavenly promise land,
heavenly angels will be willing escorting me. Satan
will no longer tempt me, and the devil will no longer
be able to defeat me. and I will be finally free at last!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 20,2020
Enter Bare
Nocturnal screams of voices beamed
Through sacrificial sacred skies
Insanity on a killing spree
With tears crusted crucified cries
On Angels wings flying thin
As the multitudes will divinely divide
Enter bare as we watch and stare
For the world has embraced genocide
Rubble rumbles as structures crumble
Lives are lost within a blink of an eye
Hell awakes as it violently shakes
The cityscapes of Gemini
Evil stays as it laughs and plays
For the demons scream and shout
There’s no escape from the sins of rape
The pain compounds and stingly sprouts
Soulful souls now empty holes
The battalions show their pride
Shall we avenge as we entrench
While the innocent do abide.
Sept.11.2016...^WW^
In Memory of 9/11
Remembering all the poeple that lost their lives...their families, their friends and all the Hero's that came to help...
...illustrated by Winged Warrior...
Enter, June; I’m filled with anticipation.
Flutter in on me! Like a lovely lark,
come trilling.
Weariness has been a long time on my shoulders.
Come thrill me!
Bring with you the moon and your passion.
Yes, the lovers’ moon
that poets so often sing of.
Winter brought me nothing but dreariness.
I need to be glowing.
Hurry, June, and bring very soon
the summer’s sun,
for spring has been endless rain upon my pane.
Dispel the gloom! Please appear, dear June,
and warmly embrace me.
The other one would say
I don't really know.
ENTER INTO MY MIND
Enter into my mind an existential maze – a passing phase of distortion
where illusions create beliefs and biographical misapportions.
From start to end chained to memories in cell blocks of time.
Who can know the world above; the world below; the in between
of reflective glow. From our time to no time; from our space to
no space; from living thoughts to spirits in a secret death.
Encumbrances to create meaning limited to the here and now.
What purpose; cries the hopeless mind, wild as the wind
on a snowy day.
The future portends to come from now. The past awry to disavow the illusion,
set up and cross matched to a reality of senses with no known meaning.
It seems I need the diversions from the fibrotic interplay of synapses gone astray.
Staying in the present path along a familiar highway helps when the
lights turn green and I am allowed to go.
My existential morass in poetic form plays upon insistent themes.
Emotes from an invisible person have rendered me upon the page
as having lived between two bridges one analytical, the other emotional.
Where the river meets, down stream another bridge stands as I look in wonder