Best Holy Place Poems
Hear my cry for mercy as I call to you for help,
as I lift my hands toward your Most Holy Place.
—Psalm 28:2 NIV
USHERED INTO THE MOST HOLY PLACE
Morning! Yawn! Stretch!
Arms rise, palms like cups
filled with holy oil.
Praise, thanks to almighty God,
no matter the circumstance.
Who has neither light, food, loved
ones? Who has neither arms, feet,
breath, heartbeat? Any number
of things to be thankful for —
the birdsong, the dawn, sunshine,
the voice of mom saying, “I love you,”
over and over again, just to make sure
that you know it now,
know it forever.
Morning prayers
uttered, ushered into the Most Holy Place.
My head’s on His lap, my tears
on His hem. His hand
on my head. Reassurance
that he is working in hospital parameters
doing all that needs to be done
as His people pray.
Lest we forget in our troubles
to remember
to pray for others, too,
our knees in touch and go
of holy ground
for you and you and you
and “I love you,
too!
4/11/2021
Part 2.
Into the wasteland he flies
To bury the souls of lies,
Beneath the leaves of time,
Dirty deeds must dirty die.
This then the watchman must do:
Step on the fingers that try,
With downward pulls to pry,
Into doom flower faces,
These flowers must not die.
--
The conquistador arrived.
He gazed at the unscathed bounty standing
Respect-less before him and squinted.
Surveying the laughing land,
He made up his mind with astute rat-like grace
And thrust with self-satisfied lust his mighty sword into the sand.
God’s word thus bespoken he listened, breathlessly.
The jungle though could not understand
Tectetan, tectetan, tectetan
Nor chose to hear or fear
This little man,
Oh thou little man, thou little man
What is your plan,
Little man?
The jungle laughed, unbothered
Unmoved it ignored
Untouched it continued
Unfettered it roared
With sparkling green verdant song to sing,
It sang.
The conquistador fumed
Scarlet red
Vino roja bottled fumes
Of smoky rage
Stomping he retorted
Thou art doomed
Veni Vidi Vici he screamed
Satisfied, mesmerized
With scroll in hand he did announce
All that is yours is mine
It says so in this paper
The King has made it divine
Mine Mine and only Mine
Did he but announce
Without a golden ounce
Of irony’s feathered face
Whose trace,
With obsidian plans to erase
Surely soon he would get to know.
Breathlessly he stood once again, the conquistador did
Assuming
The noise, ploys and feathery joys
Of the jungle toys he heard
Marked abdications hour
At work already
At hand
To make this land
His.
Impatient
Making up his mind
Marching straightforwardly
Towards the eye of the jungle
Sacking with gaze the mighty maze
Of spider green vines hiding before him
The craze of ores whose mint would course the earth
Soon to raise his rank to that of Jerusalem’s teutonic bearded men
He was surprised when he saw
Three sets of steely indian eyes
Peering through the jungle wall
And the flying hatchet hit him hard and true
And for all we knew he never came back again
“Ecab cotoch”
Part I.
In the heartland of that place called home
A figure sits alone in an empty chamber where
Cracked walls, like squinting wrinkles,
Hide silent hesitations of untold sorrows.
This is not a holy place,
Nor a room of peace nor prayer nor solitude-
An infinite stream of broken faces flash with eyes
Glaring on the bare walls,
A theatre of hell for a lonely stranger,
To contemplate crimes committed
Or those omitted
By the dirty hands of painter friends
Whose graffiti grows like prison ivy.
A red-eyed
Master of ceremonies,
Hidden someplace in the cracks,
Gleefully smacks with satisfaction
As the Munchian dreams stare
Into the hollow air, over and over,
Screaming in all their variation the subtle
Deceptions the facades of men wear.
This temple, whose gods long since fled into the shades,
Receives now only wordless souls,
Worldless men, whose being
Nobody knows nor sees nor cares
To see or know,
For they offer only better visions
Of one-eyed ghosts wandering by dark night
Searching for the one golden candle
Whose glow
Will flame the hope of light and set things right again.
I will remain at this Holy place
Staying here is the key to the fulfillment of my wishes
At some time my destiny will shine
At some point God will forgive my crimes
God's pleasure towards me might increase
And I will finally be able to acquire my peace
Such love has never been observed
Nor possible to understand
The love God has towards his prophet, towards us
I am going to that Holy place
Where every proud head becomes lower
Where all sins are forgiven, a new chance to earn heaven
They never fly over that Holy place
Showing us the holiness of this place
And spreading the God's word
Such an amazing creatures are these birds
God will also be there, so O my heart,
Leave this world, and go to that elevated place
Forget the Earth's desire, leave this nation
And visit this place, in order to earn your salvation
Leave all this luxations, these are temporary
And observe the sensation you will feel reaching it
I shall keep on pleading for my heart’s desire until it is met!
Neither will the eve of my desires ever see their morning
nor will this story ever end!
There is just one hope
That all the prayers I'll ask for
Shall be fulfilled, shall be fulfilled
Because I have heard that the great Lord
Your's and mine's God
will be right above my head
Upon seeing thisplace
I realize my sins, my mistakes
My eyes became full of tears
There I cried while holding onto that Holy place
Begging God to do justice in my case
So that I may be forgiven
And I should have a new purpose to live
To please Him through my deeds
I am not a true lover
He who loves God with true heart
is constantly recognised by this:
At every breath from his soundless lips
pours salutations and blessings upon Him!
The birds sing the praises of their God
Every ghost,and living creature
Send salutations to the God
Every leave say this thing
That none deserve to be worship but the true God
From now on I want to please God
This is the reason I am living
This desire is insisiting me to live
If I didn t get His gracious gaze
My heart will no longer be mine
And me still living shall be a crime
Pure, melting, healing warmth radiates glory into our very souls,
As with careful steps, and brokenness,
we approach Thy seat of tender mercy.
We come lowly, even as you came to us as lowly,
Yearning to honor and serve you in greater holiness,
Knowing that you alone are perfectly Holy.
Your loving wings of mercy embrace us...Even us!
Hush! How very soft, how very sweet, the love that surrounds us.
Covering us so tenderly with wondrous redemptive power.
Holiness; treasure above all treasures!
There is none greater.
Chaos surrounds me there is no escape
Moment of reflection is all I ask
Oasis of calm in which I am draped
Sanctuary of peace in which to bask,
Sounds of world retreat, no longer intrude
My mind at once is cleared of confusion
Heart's altar of peace spreading fortitude
Sanctuary found, no persecution.
Ancient holy place with its careworn face
Concrete floor worn smooth with penitent feet
Refuge and comfort in this ancient place
Pervasive perfume I smell "Meadowsweet."
Life's upheavals are to be expected
Heart's sanctuary, ever, protected.
Delicate lilac violets and wild strawberries rest in satisfied splendor.
Cattails ensnared in wild verdant grasses amongst daisies, sprinkled with pixie dust.
Unclaimed wishes and heartfelt dreams smile from the depth of the shimmering lake.
Gentle azure sky reflects an unprecedented brightness of the midsummer moon.
A rustle of grass; all sounds cease in the meadow. Crickets and frogs mute. Faerie whispers?
Deer come to the edge, take a brief cool drink, hurry away quickly,
Empathy showing them this is a holy place.
A place where man dare not tread;
A place where HOLYNESS is...
Unloose thy sandals and take them off;
Come follow barefoot, come to Jesus;
Let HIM embrace...
A place to go , this HOLY PLACE
12/22/17
WRITTEN BY James Edward Lee Sr.