Best Indwell Poems
Having lived my own life
lessons you learn through time
ones that count for life
to forget would be a crime
Stammered every day since birth
enduring it all incredibly tough
but better things around my corner
believing it could be enough
One day God broke through
revealing His love in His blessed son
who had died for all my sins
to indwell me shows salvation's done
This God assured me of one thing
He accepted me just as I am
nothing I bring just to Jesus cling
this truth eternally brings me calm
(I have written this to pass on the main life lesson I've learned throughout my life that this has kept me calm and how to live in the forward direction.)
Written: October 05, 2023
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Where the paradisiacal angels reside.
A myriad of creatures, ebony and betide
A dinkum dissolute and a discreet divine,
A degree of dexterity, a denizen decline
Amidst the mahatmas and zeitgeist calls,
An indweller quests for lyricism thrall.
A martyrdom route, an incubus chase,
Eristic battles in the realm of grace
A proponent of verity, a wraith of anile,
Sought to indwell the hearts of enamel.
A sip of soma, a savor of seraglio supine,
Agnostic beyond, for the geist did shine.
Destructive metempsychosis, a mortal plight,
Internal battles, seeking inspirational light.
In the realm of the departed, desolate cries
A crybaby tears, but awe-inspiring skies
Departed souls, once heartsick and heartsore,
Find solace in the trust they restore.
For in the internal depths, a spark ignites.
And as the decedents rise, their souls bear flight.
Absolve afreets, the anxiousness abides,
Embrace the beatitude; sublimity resides.
Rawness of a sentimentalist, troubadour song,
The immanence of duende is pantywaist wrong.
In the realm of the spiritual, the snarl of sin,
Is replaced by beatitude, the soul's win.
Spotless and unsullied, cleansed of all pain,
The spiritual journey is the ultimate gain.
They sully the cosmic force with opulence.
Yet, the sunny glow of bliss starts radiance.
A troll in the netherworld, forlornness abounds,
In the cognition of theosophy, the soul rebounds.
Let Christ’s peace rule in your heart
if indeed, ’tis His you art.
Let His word richly indwell;
thankfulness will serve you well.
You’ve been set free, so now live
always ready to forgive.
Lift your voice in hymns and psalms;
seek the One life’s storms can calm.
All you do, do in His name;
as a candle is to flame,
die to self to share His light,
decrease that He might shine bright.
Blessings, brothers, this Lord’s day;
bless, be blessed, I humbly pray.
If there were none other but the shade of your eyes
Which mimics the sky on a morning
When every bird beats its wings to exhaustion
Trying to reach that periwinkle perfection above;
Were the only streak defining a rainbow's glory
To be the same as your favorite jeans, that embrace your curves with
A familiarity that only your closest friend dare use
Knowing how to bend the indigo denim deliciously;
If the seas lapped upon the shore in the exact shade of turquoise of the
Pendant that dances seductively in and out of the neckline of your favorite blouse
Creating the perfect high and low tide with your every slight catch of breath;
Then you would not only indwell me, our souls having become one,
But you would surround me, a blessing of blue as far as the eye could see.
Blue -- for a love more powerful than the ocean's unrelenting waves.
Blue -- for a love so all-encompassing yet ethereal that it rivals the very sky we exist beneath.
Blue -- for the streak in a rainbow and a promise from God of cherishing for eternity.
You are a treasure as rare as a blue moon, yet more beautiful and mysterious.
I am a humble pilgrim hoping to find gold but overwhelmed by the unexpected value of . . . Blue.
I sit enveloped in a fog
That never breaks but for the rain
Of salty tears and oozing blood
I've loosed from yet another vein.
While all around me lovers kiss
And mothers give their babes a change
New love, new clothes, each a fresh start
I see as sickeningly strange.
I crave the putrid and the shunned
The dusty corners webbed and dark
A bottom dweller, fetid form
Cast out from every patriarch.
I am not fit to walk this earth
Indwell this body I sear in
I am ruined, unfit, unclean
My bulging middle screams my sin.
If I had the strength to end it,
But Evil bids me to stay on
And face the shame I cannot speak
Birthing my brother and my son.
8/22/2016
For contest: Five rhyming stanzas and five only
Rhyme scheme:
ABCB
O for the heart of a young child,
Like gentle Jesus meek and mild.
Who daily lifts their mother’s heart,
with thankful words which joy imparts.
As earthly parents long to hear,
the grateful words their children share.
So, God our Father’s heart is pleased,
when by gratitude our hearts are seized.
Take time to pause and celebrate,
Let praise and thanks your heart indwell.
For life, good health, and daily bread,
make sure your prayers of praise are said.
Your Father all your needs supply,
Give thanks and praises in reply.
This attitude will lift your mood,
and nourish health as much as food.
A grateful heart is medicine,
for feelings of despair and dread.
When prayers of thanks and praise are said,
the heart is filled with joy instead.
An attitude of gratitude,
Is not a pretty platitude.
If you make these four words your creed,
a life of peace and joy you’ll lead.
The moon tonight you reveals
The hidden passion you so much desire
Even at the concealed of your veils.
You rule his heart empire
Like the wield of power of a sire.
Juliet it is in your eyes
Bright like the dots on a dice.
As you stood at the stretch of rails
In a posture that validates the indwell fire
That burns in the reading of love tales
Your parted lips in strange perspire
For your thoughts can I a dire.
I have asked many times but now true twice
Of your heart to love me nice.
Oh beautiful friend, where are you?
I need you and you don't have a clue.
Without you I can no longer fly,
come back so I can soar above the sky,
You cause me to dream, now I’m so blue.
But you're gone, what am I supposed to do?
You are the main ingredient of my stew,
And cause sadness to say goodbye
Above all you brought hope.
Oh my imagination, I don't want to bid adieu,
You infuse and indwell only a selected few.
Now that you're gone I just sulk and sigh,
You were soothing, you didn't force nor pry,
Above all you brought hope.
Alexis Y.
9-24-17
Mine ne'er to be, yet mine always;
Laura, spirit of dawn. Darkest night
Cannot hide thee nor obscure thy rays.
Though Black Death hath by his temporal right
Claimed thee, dost thou, my love , indwell this heart.
Though Charon's hammer this clay vessel break,
The winds ne 'er scathed by Time's envenomed dart
Shall of its pure content aye possession take
And spread abroad thy fragrance to all Man,
Fill the valleys and linger o'er the seas.
'Tis not my part all future times to scan,
But thankfully to muse by pastures, groves and leas,
Await thy returning, nightly count the hours
"Till I rejoice with singing birds and flowers."
Music uplift my heart
Disperse distress,down cast depart;
Vivaldi on Venetian violin
In concerto,cello and mandolin.
Music enlarge my mind
Reminece and then remind;
In Mahler's opus strong
Adagio,lieder and song.
Music to suit my every mood
In valued secluded solitude;
Satie and Pachebel
Motifs that haunt and indwell.
Music tingling my spine
As emotions re-align;
Choral and slow requiems
In pleasing dulcet diadem.
The world is ensnared by Diablo's hand..
Souls will be taken, executed by his plan.
The unsaved evil dwellers continue without remorse..
Not to care, who they hurt or destroy; along the course.
No regrets felt, heart and soul severed..
Death for the soul, is it forever?
The Prince of Evil invades the mind..
To the point of no return, running out of time.
The Prince of Lies, he is the deceiver..
Taking the souls of all the unbelievers.
The world has hope through Christ the Lord..
Souls will be saved, in one accord.
Believe Christ died on the cross, for your sins.
Ask forgiveness, a renewed life will begin.
Once saved the Holy Spirit will guide you.
Life is wearisome, the Lord will see you through.
The Prince of Peace wants to come into your heart.
To indwell within forever, was His plan from the start.
Why do we rebel
when bliss beats propel
our soul?
Know God does indwell
each and every cell.
Our role
is just to dispel,
dark fears that repel;
love troll.
We cannot control,
bliss scriptures extol.
To rise,
peep through love’s keyhole;
there’s then no loophole,
monk wise!
Love does love cajole
to here now unroll,
heart’s prize.
Heed not ego’s cries
as they so apprise
and scroll
soul’s light that then dies,
misled by fear’s lies;
sinkhole.
Before love’s ink dries,
welcoming surprise,
be whole.
30-March-2023
Virelai
Freedom in infinite latitude of grace
Answering questions life cannot face
Inspiring a victor's heart in salvation's race
Templed in the love of Christ, the joy to taste
Heaven as bread, and earn it as place.
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Measure to me all
The landscape of broken will
Indwell finite space
To endure the night
In raptures claiming presence
Of eternal day
Passing through darkness
With soul untainted, flawed light
Imaging glory
I hold with hands firm
Beyond the brim of eyes span
The great coming, here!
I behold in grime
Figures of hate, bruised and bare
Loving enemies
Earth is illusion
The kingdom is veiled by love
Absent from the heart
O Master, bless me
When night has no moon or stars
To walk in this light
To soar above fear
Treat a pauper like a prince
And sing to the cross
What I see transforms
Daylight is a prayer new
Night a song of praise
It is a gift rare
For opened hearts, and bowed wills
And love of the king.
In pain there is joy
If love's purpose tells sweet gain
So still I remain.
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Today, three years too late - almost - I read a short, insightful article by Daniel Henderson ("Holy Spirit ... Come? Or Control?" 2019(c) Daniel Henderson). I am so thrilled. I have good help in explaining New Testament theology.
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Thank you Daniel come again
Yes. For me: Daniel has come again
To tame the lions of charismatic over-reach
Such because weak or new believers
Feel less, unless -
They join a bandwagon: "More, Spirit, more!"
Bandwagon Balderdash?
I said it, as a Poet, I wrote it
Last month already: "Jesus's best deposit" -
Holy spirit comes to indwell all as an escrow
Guarantee that Jesus claims us,
He will only leave if we leave LORD JESUS
No need to run all over, looking for more of the Most
Gentle, the Most
Holy Spirit
Of God
Also known as, GODS SPIRIT OF HOLINESS
III (Daniel HENDERSON explained):
" ...like other common elements of Christian vernacular, it [asking Spirit to come] is nit in the Bible. Nir is it a prayer consistent with the new covenant secured for us by the precious blood of Christ."
Stephen was the first Christian martyr
refusing to deny Christ but to stand fast
holding faithfully to God's eternal truth
but his death wouldn't be the believers last
Stephen was full of the holy spirit
obedient as Paul taught the Ephesian church
to be constantly filled with the spirit
having God indwell him knowing his divine touch
Stephen looked up searchingly to heaven
there expectedly wishing for his eyes to see
what in heaven would he feast upon?
knowing that his saviour had died on a tree
Stephen looking ahead saw God's glory
so majestic and glorious leaving one in awe
the human mind can't take all this in
God's awesome glory so pure having no flaw
Stephen saw Jesus the eternal Son
standing truly at God's right hand
the one who had risen from the dead
now there was Christ on heaven's land
(''But he, full of the Holy Spirit, gazed into heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God. And he said, “Behold, I see the heavens opened, and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.” )
Acts 7: 55,56 (ESV)