Best Holies Poems
There is nothing left for me to do on this earth,
I have said and done my dues for this world that's so cursed.
Every move I make is for you my king of kings and lord of lords,
Make me new and purify my heart and soul, hear my word.
It seems like every move I make now is all to get myself ready,
Ready to step into your holy presence all so steady.
I can't live without you my lord,
Without you I get really really board.
I can't walk this road alone,
Take my hand and walk me through all these stones.
Guid my soul, so that I can wall into the holy of holies,
This prayer should say it all God, I'm yours for ever once again.
“Teach me to pray,” I ask the Father.
He lovingly said, “Kneel down at my sacred alter”.
Looking around I could not see; where could this sacred alter be?
Then gently he instructed me his sacred alter was my knee.
In that moment it became the Holy of Holies.
Kneeling in humble prayer he assured me he would meet me there.
How sweetly he whispered, “Here you can always find me.
Here I will ever wait for thee, ever listening to hear your hearts plea.
It was with tear filled eyes that I finally understood that God’s alter is not made of
Stone nor wood, but of a humble spirit and heart of love
For Brian Strand's contest
Any 2011 poem
In Jerusalem's Holy Temple
the High Priest entered
the Holy-of-Holies once a year
on that Holiest of Days, Yom Kippur
From the top of his exotic, oriental turban
dressed for the occasion was he
Dazzling gems on a breastplate of gold
bells ringing from his cloak for you and me...
...to know when he'd entered to beseech of the Lord
forgiveness and pardon for every Jew's sins
Uttering the Name of the Ineffable One ~
a most solemn proposition
And though dressed for the occasion was he
how humbling to stand, as if naked, in front of God Who
had custom-stitched every inch of his garments ~
commanded him on Yom Kippur what he should do
He pardoned me…at Calvary.
He died in my place.
He took my sin and I entered in
to that Holy of Holies place.
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep” (Robert Frost).
The woods know my secrets
For I open my heart
In this enclosed sanctuary of God
As folded branches draw my eyes
Upward, ever upward
Towards the emerald ceiling
With a skylight
From which streams
The light of heaven
Pure and sweet
On my face
The trees are my counselors
Sacred dispensers
Of the mysteries of God
Sentinels tall and majestic
Guarding my hushed sacred hours
Of contemplation and renewal
The would be silence
Sweetly disturbed
By the sounds of His creatures
Filling God’s outdoor sanctuary
With a heavenly hymn of praise
Each trail leads me deeper and deeper
For my heart longs to be
In the Holy of Holies
In the very presence of the Creator
On holy ground
Yes, Yes!
He is here
His presence
Envelopes me
After my communion
The closing benediction of sunlight
Guides me home
The thinning trees whisper
“Forget us not” stories to me
As I pass them by
Stories of long ago pilgrims
From another time
Yet one with me
The same
Pilgrims in search of sanctuary
A place of solace
A place of tenderness
A place of discovery
Where they come to learn
The miles left to go
Till journey’s end
When they must lie down
In well deserved sleep
Safe under the shadows
Of God’s mighty trees
Resting, resting
Blissful sleep
In the Sanctuary
In HIS sanctuary
In the woods…..
For Caleb’s Smith’s In the Woods Contest
September 10, 2013
I leave my four walls
and walk away from the hardness
And coldness of my surroundings
I find the steps that have no footprints
Deep into nature’s sanctuary
With each step I feel more alive
And regain a part of myself
I need this
I ache for this
I have longed for this
Each step brings with it
The awareness of how long it’s actually been
I plant my feet on the softness
Of the earth
I breathe in uncorrupted air pure and healing
I sit on pillows of the greenest mosses
And fill my senses
Nature’s aria
Scents that I savor
The peace, oh God yes, the peace
I close my eyes as my emotions settle
God how beautiful you have made this world
This is the inner sanctum
The true holy of holies
It restores my soul
Invigorates my devotion to you
Blesses me with an ardor for life
And brings me peace
There is harmony between
Mind, body and soul
A union between myself, nature, and You
And I am in one accord
Each time when I visit I wonder
Have I stayed away too long
Once again will you be able to revivify me to consciousness
Resuscitate my spirit and make me whole
And always the answer is
Amen
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep” (Robert Frost).
The woods know my secrets
For I open my heart
In this enclosed sanctuary of God
As folded branches draw my eyes
Upward, ever upward
Towards the emerald ceiling
With a skylight
From which streams
The light of heaven
Pure and sweet
On my face
The trees are my counselors
Sacred dispensers
Of the mysteries of God
Sentinels tall and majestic
Guarding my hushed sacred hours
Of contemplation and renewal
The would be silence
Sweetly disturbed
By the sounds of His creatures
Filling God’s outdoor sanctuary
With a heavenly hymn of praise
Each trail leads me deeper and deeper
For my heart longs to be
In the Holy of Holies
In the very presence of the Creator
On holy ground
Yes, Yes!
He is here
His presence
Envelopes me
After my communion
The closing benediction of sunlight
Guides me home
The thinning trees whisper
“Forget us not” stories to me
As I pass them by
Stories of long ago pilgrims
From another time
Yet one with me
The same
Pilgrims in search of sanctuary
A place of solace
A place of tenderness
A place of discovery
Where they come to learn
The miles left to go
Till journey’s end
When they must lie down
In well deserved sleep
Safe under the shadows
Of God’s mighty trees
Resting, resting
Blissful sleep
In the Sanctuary
In HIS sanctuary
In the woods…..
Eileen Manassian
Dark Clouds are gathering over the sea,
and shadows now race across the mudflats.
What use to me now is fitful moonlight
I pray to the gods, for I am in fear
What the sand seizes, it never lets go
Oh Matrones I need to see my way
Sea birds call,
Calling from the marshes.
But are they birds or maybe sprites?
I am the father of the chosen child
This is our holy place.
As it was for those who came before.
A threshold betwixt both Sky and Land
Liminal
A threshold between the land and sea.
And between life and death.
This is our sacred place
I am the father of the chosen child
She has eaten the mistletoe
Here we built our Henge
To worship those we must.
Who knows what they who came before did worship.
And from the Henge we built our crossing place,
A causeway along the lines of power.
Dark Clouds have gathered o’er the sea,
and shadows race across the mud.
What the sand seizes, it never lets go
I pray to the gods, I am in fear
I can hear their priestly chanting
‘Oh great God Taranis,
We offer this life to you’
With one sharp cry
She gives her life
So that the world will carry on
This does not help my pain
I have lost my first borne
Oh Great earth mother, wife to Taranis
Take my child and bless her and save her soul
Something in us fears what’s buried,
What we cannot see.
But we honour this the winter solstice,
With sacrifice.
To Taranis sky king
To Esus earth king
To Matrones wife to both
In the centre of the Henge,
The holy of holies,
The chosen Child.
This blessed child
The saviour of our world
Through her the cycle will renew
Dance round her grave
Widdershins
Lift our voices
In joyful song
Great Gods the clouds have lifted
The new day has dawned
Her sacrifice was not in vain
In the twentieth year on the 11th day of the first month
I saw a vision and the skies open up before me
As I stood facing the south direction the Sun began to dance
In colors of light
The Sun moved to the right and then the Sun moved to the left
The Sun moved higher in the sky and then the Sun moved lower in the sky
As the dancing continue pastel lights of pink, green, orange and blues
Formed the shapes of wings below the Sun like a heart held in someone’s hands
The wings around the Sun gyrated like propellers hoisting up and then lowering the Sun
The soft light colors invented the first circle around the entire orbit of the Sun in the order of clockwise
In the opposite direction of the clock a second circle of the same soft gentle lights developed on the outer portion of the first circle around the Sun in effect what I saw was a wheel within a wheel
As the wheel within a wheel spun and stop and spun again the beautiful lights and colors grew dimmer and brighter
In Ezekiel's version of the spinning wheel he saw four cherubims with four faces: a lion, an ox, an eagle and a man
But in my vision a cherubim had the face and strength of a lion who held the baby Jesus in swaddling clothes
My cherubim then throw the baby against the temple of the Holy of Holies because Jesus second coming will not be as a man but as Judah the King of King and Leo The Lionhearted
The cherubim looked at me with fire in his eyes and then pointed me to the East and to the rising Sun in the Springtime and spoke of the Twin Gemini Gates
And he said remember your time in the garden and do not miss it again
As the wheel in the wheel become one wheel and the colors grew harder to see and the wings under the Sun evaporated into the thin air and all returned to normal
I said I must remember..
On the twentieth year of the 11th day of the first month
I saw a vision and the skies open up before me
Circus XX 2
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Welcome one all,
I picked up a straight jacket just for you
climb into my wild world of corruption
challenge my diverse spotted intellect.
Come on in.
have a seat on my spiked throne
feel the satisfaction of its pleasurable foreplay
it will tickle your hidden treasures
Stay a while...
let me play with you...
in my psychotic playground of doom
I shall light the fire in your fancy
Trapped...
not yet...
you're just in a box of illusions
let it swallow your senses
A dream...
hardly lover...
I have only ignited a fire long put out
and secured an insecure spot in your being
Taste me,
all my unholy of holies
and gulp for air as you overindulge in my sweetness
your curiosity amuses me
Let us not quarrel over confusions,
enjoy the sinful red tape routines
the act of balance is quite a trip
will you be self-righteous?
Dip me in marigold colored swirls,
this is your fantasy arena
where marshmallows are the pillows
on your slow floating boat to the milky way.
but somewhere..oh somewhere
you are lost in the morbid abyss
and I caught you like a spiders web
won't you folly in my decadence a little longer.
Enjoy the sting of my corruptive force,
we shall indulge together in forbidden play
let me lace up my corset
I will pay your flesh with my whip.
Dream on the keeper of the Stars,
we are nightmare pleasure seekers
awaiting our harmonious O's
as we slither bare upon your folds.
Banish us NO LONGER>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
7/15/15
Jessica Thompson
(Rev. 21: 1-7 / Rev. 21: 10-27 / Rev. 22: 1-6 / Rev. 4: 1-6 / Dan. 7: 9, 10, 13, 14, 18 & 27)
Into The Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go
Into The Splendiferous, Shining Sector!
To The Spiritual Site Where Ultra-Love Glows
by the Vibrant, Blindingly-Brilliant Light-Vector
Into The Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go
GOD Has Invited Us Into HIS Kingdom!
The Resplendent, Royal City of Emerald Rainbows
& Radiant Pearl & Gold & Glass-Sheen-Domes
… Where Thunders, Horns & Harp String Tones
Join With Angels & Kings In Hallelujahs’ Choir-Songs!
and Residents Greet Citizens In True Fashion ‘Shalom’
and Are Welcomed Like Beloved Children Come Home
& Share The Fruit of Trees – Sweetest Ever Known
A Righteous Reaping & Keeping Paradise Beautifully Grown
as Crystal Fountains & Rivers, Bubble Forth & Shone
… in The Sparkling Waters of Life’ Gleaming Zone!
… O’ Let Us Gaze In Awe – In Meek Gratitude
At The Greatness & Grandeur of GOD’s Estate!
Let Us Whisper In Respect-Muted Admiration
with Wiped Feet As We Walk A Street Called Faith
Let Us Gather ‘Round Devotedly – As A Great Crowd
Read Inscriptions On The Precious-Gem Cornerstone
of The City’s Foundation, As Opened Fortress Beckons
To Jeweled Temple & Ancient of Days, Treasure-Throne!
Walk With Baited Breath & Bowed Hearts & Heads
As Joyful Tears Pool In Our Beaming Eyes!
As Into The Godly Realm … We Have Ventured
& Entered ‘The Archway’ Supports For All Skies
O’ My Brothers, My Sisters, My Family & My Friends
O’ Let Us Go … Into The Glorious Godly Realm …
Where We Have Been Invited To HIS Garden Party
Where Each One of Us Will Get To Speak … with HIM!
All You HIS Faithful Ones – Who Awaited Kingdom Come
O’ Let Us Go … Into The Glorious Godly Realm …
To The Place Where The Holy of Holies Is Situated
O’ Get A Glimpse of Heavenly, New Jerusalem!
Into The Glorious Godly Realm … O’ Let Us Go!
Up To Clouds & Zion’s Mountain-Top Location
As Earth Becomes – The Global Promised Land
Yes, Humans’ Own Homefront, Habitat Space-Station
(Yes, This World’s First Honorable United Human Nations)
… and Into The Godly Realm … GOD Will Let Us Go
… into The Splendiferous, Spectacular Sector!
Into The Spiritual Area – Where Eternity Roams
Close To The Vibrant & Blindingly-Brilliant, Light-Vector
Written & ©: 7/13/2013
By: The MoonBee
They stole your light
The fire that you worked so hard to attain
Now lies in the hands of greed.
Your sacrifice lives on,
A testament to the ability that my kind can twist;
Even the holiest of holies.
They call it civility.
Its fuel is conformity, a chain that shackles the limbs
Wrapped with a cushioned fabric so you don’t kill yourself.
Their intention is “pure”
Unbiased! It chips away everyday at your soul
When science calls, ready an offering from your flesh
It feeds until you are reduced to (nothing).
They stole your light, son of Iaptus
Prometheus, they worshiped that ember and fed it
Now your fire consumes us all
Like a dying sun that won't set until it eats itself.
Turning onto reflection street again
Walking down the quietness of its path
Toward the Cathedral....This place of hope!
In need of direction, and strength to carry on
Finding myself often, drawn to this need
Amid the constant scatterings I find....
Pondering these past few months
The things that I have written
The words that I have spoken
The belief, that I have held....
A rift in time
Of a time, that I once knew!
The winds stirring, tossing all about
Rising before me now
These raybion's, of praelodial light
Light, within this moment
This moment in life ?A prodigy
It seems to have become!
A calling, however surreal to behold
For yet still
The shadows of the haunting's past
The sins of flesh's falls
Linger, within their chains of doubt
Mingled, with this cloud of uncertainty
The residue, of ones own weakness
Trying to navigate, beyond its relentless siege....
Opening the doors, to this ancient temple
This sanctuary, of fortified walls
Slowly, down its crimson aisles
Past the souls, that fill its golden pews!
Dreamistic views, of God's own prophets
Upon the altar
Stain glassed windows, with endless eyes....
Glancing, toward the cherubic figures
Statues....
Trickling waters, that bring them life!
Life, that brought me here
Bowing silently, at the feet of Christ....
Beyond the curtain long removed
By the blood, of "His Sacrifice!"
Mist in my eyes
Humbly upon my knees
Within the Holy, of the holies
I softly speak....Here am I, dear Lord
"Dear Lord!" ~
Turning onto reflection street
Walking down, the quietness of its path....
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.....................A Prodigy
KINGDOMS OF POWER
man - with his little sphere of influence,
claims mighty power, in his smallish hands.
mini empires, like stars from the universe,
like microscopic atoms - they march on -
stomping, squeezing, squashing, squelching - mere men.
they think, it will shut them up, dismember time.
movies hail them with majestic symphony,
shuffling through narrow streets – clanging harsh.
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on quiet mule, (a little braying – perhaps),
a humble man, a meek child bride – travel.
heaven’s spotlight upon them - star of Bethlehem!
angels gaze, wisemen seek, shepherds shake,
as a virgin gives birth to a unique boy
one that, if he chose, could play with this earth.
this infant king is bigger than life itself,
“Adam’s breath” received from His own spirit.
while little men sleep, in castles of gold,
the sinless Savior lies in a manger.
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the puppeteer pulls the strings, supposing
he’s in control - chops wood, prepares nails -
draws blood, sweat and tears. on stage, all appears
lost. hope is buried. a huge stone is rolled,
blocking entrance to the holy of holies.
but wouldn’t you know, God can tear it in two!
innocent blood was spilled on this spoiled earth
claiming it back, redeeming us, and pow…
the power and majesty of the living God
shows up, shows off. Light raises the dawn.
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once again, He is quiet, biding His time
giving kingdoms a chance to change their minds.
to arrive at this conclusion – you must be saved -
lest you die, an eternal death! not wanting
anyone to perish, He holds back his sword.
if our tongues would do the same, and believe,
confess, instead of curse, just believe, and
be saved, because His majesty WILL BE praised.
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
Holy of holies.....
My quest in my way.....for
The Holy Grail.....
Easter 2004-Easter 2013
With such Passion the quest started......
Unbridled.....yet so well disguised....
2005....the mask started to come off.
And the quest started in earnest....
The next year.....the quest nearly ended....
But inspiration anew for this was reborn.....
The following year....ALL....masks fully removed.
Then 2008....the truce and the main war ended...
Yet the quest continued......
Angelically demonic was the spell of the gods....
Yet even over the servant of THE ONE YAHWEH...
was His Mercy given....
Easter 2013.....sanctuary at last.....
The presence of God risen as a Phoenix from a funeral pyre.
The living dead collapsed...and was reborn...
And the faith that the old knight knew as a boy was reborn a glorious new
Amen
Inspired by holy of holies touched by an angels
And by my own career at the satellite cafe
Which I call
Heresy, the spell if the gods, and the last temptation and passion of jesus Christ superstar of montreal corpus Christi and the davinci code