Best Hope Spiritual Poems
Amid the white patches of that mauve gracious dusk,
I bask in an awaited dawn since I found myself from a lost world
to win over my innermost conflicts at last,
I remember the spirit that rejoiced my tattered hopes...
~~~~~~My Phoenix spirit guides me in~~~~~
That mighty river~~
which flowed through rapids and ravines and
streams that mingled into it or crossed a path just once,
I remember the light which kept me sane...
The incessant cycle~~
of nights and days,
inconspicuous, anticipated, enchanting
I remember hushed whispers transforming into soothing lullabies..
That steady rock~~
which stands for ages facing all the odds
to wait for a pleasant morning,
I remember how it revived the withering moss...
That drop of rain~~
which poured to rejuvenate life in grief,
I remember how it soaked parched Earth in colors...
That winter breeze~~
accompanied by frost, undesired yet gleaming with delight,
I remember the wings that made it soar in the sky..
That lost alley in the woods~~
which guided voyagers even when nobody liked to walk upon it,
I remember the fire that guided a laid path...
That oak tree~~
which grew from a sapling when storms tried to uproot it,
I remember the courage that kept it upright...
The warrior who never gave up~~
despite the battles lost in the journey,
I remember the ashes that built her again...
The woman who found a life~~
growing from a naive girl who learnt from her mistakes,
I remember the dreams that revealed the mystery of love....
A light of faith, a ray of hope,
A drop of elixir, a soothing breeze
The fire that builds from ashes to rebirth
over lands to fly upon and rise
It guides me, lights me, loves me
While I rise to revive my hopes
I see a Phoenix engulfing my spirit.
May 26, 2020
Spirit Animal Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance(Dear Heart)
Winner: First Place
I saw my mortality shaking in the wind.....
I heard my soul walking softly with the Lord,
no violent word could be heard between us;
As lambs we walked 'neath the gentle arbors,
through fields of grasses green
by streams dreaming starry cheers;
What could bring grim hope lives no more this eve,
though the rain pours against the levy....
and the wind hisses as ghosts steady....
As a lamb I walked with the Lord,
with starry-cheers,
and dreaming stream,
'neath gentle arbors,
and grasses green,
I heard my soul walking....
The tunnel will no longer be dark as we come into the light,
Now that we have learned to pray and keep him in our sight.
He works through us on all things needed and rearranged,
As we lay down our fears and struggles things will begin to change.
He sets us free from the storms and clouds from past things
as our spirits will be lifted,
To share his love for us to others in the many ways we our gifted.
Observe the ones who bear Christ's name,
see corpus Christi without shame.
They're His, aflame and all forgiv'n;
the church at work and Spirit driv'n.
Survey the hands that do good deeds
the feet that stamp out weeds of sin,
the ears that hearken to the needs
and loving hearts that pray to win.
Bags of clean clothes or groceries
and toys for kids to please with such
a friend, a crutch for wannabes,
note to a mom who works too much.
A "Christ" ian offers help - esprit,
a warming breath, you will agree.
One censure free, one new reborn
receives support in lieu of scorn…
Tomorrow’s dreams beneath my pillow sit
Orchestral prayers unwind the years ago
Uncovered only one way back to you
Conviction drew your soul’s celestial arc
His light still shines upon a narrow path
After but a moment,
Drowning in a sea of confusion,
All hope dashed against rocks of despair,
Her firm resolve culminates in
V I O L E N C E . . .
S i l e n c e...
"For the one who has died has been acquitted from his sin."—Romans 6:7
After but a moment,
The maiden awakens
To peaceful surroundings.
"...Why are you causing noisy confusion and weeping?
The young child has not died, but is sleeping."
"Then, taking the hand of the child, he said to her, 'Tal'i-tha cu'mi,'
which, when translated, means: 'Little girl, I say to you, get up!'"—Mark 5:39, 41
Her eyes slowly adjust as
Her recognition rushes
With audible cries of joy:
"My Mother... My Father... You look so much younger, you do!
My Brother... and the others! Could this really be true?"
As the sun shines, our eyes rain thousands of tears
For the thousands of years of exquisite delight before us.
"...and he said that something should be given her to eat."—Mark 5:43
She feasts on curing fruit, and does willingly stoop
To drink from the river of water of life.
"In the reflection I see
What could have been,
What should have been,
Yes, what now is true for me!"
Oh, Vanessa, what grand, joyful reunion!
Love...
Joy...
Peace...
Innocence of youth reclaimed!
Please sing me a new song, my darling girl.
Please sing me a new song again.
"Do not be amazed at this, for the hour is coming
in which all those in the memorial tombs will
hear his voice and come out..."—John 5:28, 29
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Sometimes fear is a monster hiding under my bedwaiting for the chance or opening to jump
into my head. Once in it twists and turns stabbing me like a knife. It's been an unwelcome
companion for what seems like my whole life. What can I do now to make it go away? There
have been so many reasons for it to come and stay and yet I still fight it day in and day out
wondering if its hold on me will one day give out.
I know the answer to my question even as I wait - the hope that rises in me and it's name is
Faith. Faith stands tall and straight with his head held up high, faith is not afraid to look fear
in the eye because he knows he is stronger than the little monster of fear. He knows that
he'll win the battle should fear come near.
But like most everything in life Faith only comes as a choice – for fear is instilled in everyone
before we find our voice. Then we will awaken and find Faith by our side – the hope that he
gives us comes in like the rushing tide sweeping away all the traces we've held on to for
years. Faith has caused the death now of all my fleshly fears.
Spiritually is like the seeds in the wind
Carried by Bethlehem’s singing birds
Over oceans and times somewhat grim
When the world seems torched of all love and compassion
A single seed shall fall back to this earth
Giving humanity hope and a new re-birth
"Oh how I want, oh how I plea."
To that Big Guy in the clouds,
Yes, Someone to watch over me
Should I ever enlightened be
still to spirits and saints pray
But need someone to watch over me
Images of gods as mother or daddy
or pictures of anglicized Jesus
Oh how I want, oh how I plea
Hope my god holds me so easily
As into heaven I want to go
Someone, Oh yes to watch over me
Wondering at all the glory I see
Is this really all there is
Oh how I plea, and how I plea
After the millionth or so glory
Sadly wondering at this story,
Oh my god how must I plea
For someone to watch over me!
Nothing to view, to see, touch or taste
Over the vast void of darkness, all blank
To grasp in futility, a cold blank space
How mysterious the universe, from nothing began
It was written thus, as God had planned
Not a soul was made, in eternity past
Gone in death, not here, but in heaven at last.
Written 9/15/2015
Master Of Time
Time can be your friend.
Time can be your enemy.
A clock ticks away life's every moment.
A clock can be your helpful reminder.
A clock can be the one thing that you dread.
Time can never cease fully.
We want the good times to linger.
We want the bad times to leave fast.
Life is fast.
At our last breath we remember what time has given or taken away.
We can leave this world with regret to have done more.
We can leave this world with one thing to say. Thank you.
Right when the morning sun rises, we are ready for it to set.
Sometimes our lives go dark and we make friends with the night.
It takes a person who enjoys life to remember the light.
Life is like a hungry lion, ready to devour a precious moment you've had.
Feed the lion your memories and good times goodbye or be bold and make the lion your rug.
We are often reminded of the limits of life that restrict us like a python that sucks your every breath away.
Look at the clock when you wake up and tell it that your it's master.
Time can be strategic.
Time can be a surprise.
Time can be your crutch for your broken heart.
Time can be the one thing that you either let rule you, or for you to rule time.
Enjoy every moment of life.
May God bless your time.
The mountain looks across a sea gazing
as it crawls beholding living waves move amazing Grace
echoing gull's lament falls upon deaf ears
silence freezes over iced laced as they that breathe out
from salted whispers footprints scream injustice
Nurtured with the twilight covers ebony
dressed in sparkling silver starlight
where perfection has been misplaced
At the gate without hope as seen for it's strong virtues
realities shadows quickly reaches the summit
consumed far fetched mad as a hatter hounds of words
spell disaster smoking guns disadvantaged creation
This planet has lost the plot completely
with dishonest crooks filled with mercury heavy lead
back to front doses evolve helpless beings
small measures begins poisoning the weak minded fools
In those whom use the upside down Bible
for no good cause stumbling at the hurdles chariots on fire
spoken of at the burning bush our ten laws etched on stone
take your heathen temple out of our land
We mortals fight the boundaries of time
as helplessly we rush headlong towards death
like fragile flowers, bloom, then fade and die
we sing and shout, then slowly lose our breath.
Yet God has promised life to those who wait
until that day, when He will come again
and raise believers, bursting from the grave
transformed to bodies new, that never end.
Creator God, who knit us in the womb
has authored every life upon this earth
and Christ, who conquered death, rose from that tomb
to give us life immortal and new birth.
How marvelous to never know decay
and feel invigorated, endless youth
no sickness, sorrow, suffering or pain
we'll glory in God's presence and His truth.
The arctic poppy
stretched into existence
rooted on a rock
surrounded by ice
it unfurled
its lemon cream petals
in an open embrace
with the sun
the small meek flower
filled with warmth
and smiled
A scorpionfly
buzzed by
and declared,
“How tedious it must be
to spend one’s day
staring at a ball of light.
Instead
tantalize your eyes
with the earthly
fun, glory, and excitement
around you!
Animals
intertwine their limbs and horns,
rivers
frolic and dance, and
mountains
lengthen
to show off
their fine
dress
layered with a
multitude of
colors and textures.”
But, the quiet flower
gazed only at the sun.
A wolf spider
dropped by
and persuaded,
“Poor child,
snow completely
surrounds you.
Ice even grows
from your stem and hairs.
It’s okay
to surrender
for a moment.
Droop your head
curl in your petals
and rest your eyes.
But, the yellow bloom
only turned more golden
as it kept its eyes steady
upon the fiery globe above
A grey wolf
its eyes always darting
padded quietly up to our hero
and whispered,
“This is a dangerous land
and you are much too sweet.
Of course,
you’re safe from me.
However,
there’s a reindeer nearby
and I am afraid
to it
you are prey.
Quick!
Duck!
Hide!
Be safe!
But, the poppy resolutely
stood more erect
while its sight
never wavered
from the great light in the sky
A grizzly bear
although seemingly in a hurry
looked down down down
upon the humble poppy
and growled,
“Don’t you know
that winter is coming?
There’s far too much
to be done
for one to take time
to stare at the sun!
Be intelligent
and focus
only
on the tasks
of the world.
Heed my word
or perish
little one.”
But, the arctic poppy
chose
to keep its sights
on celestial heights
And the seasons changed
And the snow piled high
And the faithful flower was buried
And the seasons changed
And the snow melted
And the devoted flower returned
For you see
this plant
had learned from
centuries old memories
of One
who perfectly
kept His sight
upon The Light
was buried
and rose again
In the days to come
Who will be my hero?
Come to fulfill my dream
Lift my mind with pleasing images
And sing my song throughout the journey
To carry me through the gate
And level the playing field for me
In the days to come
Who will nourish my unclouded vision?
And walk with me along streams of living waters
Carry me over with love
And listen to my charming stories;
Who will stand by me and say my name correctly
As mountains erode and crumble
Share my sadness
When darkness torment my soul
In the days to come
Who will rise above all?
To embrace my legacy
Refurbish my presence with perfection
And glide with me on the wings of the wind
To take me where the eagle built its nest
Offer me lasting security
And send joy in my household
With peace decorated hope