Best Intervention Poems
Through fog, through torrential tears,
Silence soothes my inner being, right
within confines of an upper room, where
skylight strummed melodies of rain.
there I was in converse with the Source;
And though I basked on goose down comfort,
The devil inside a glass pipe lingered;
but on that wintry night of envisioning
And deep soul-searching,
Distance and time were wedded as one, as
My soul traversed the land of my birth,
And I beheld vacation bible school days.
Upon my wakened psyche sat imprints of longings -
Such cravings for a fix of spiritual grub I'd not known
Yes, I spoke as my wobbly soul held hands of hope,
My dreams would whisk me from addiction.
Who knew divine intervention would bring me freedom?
Oh yes! this gift, this gift,
Twenty-two years and beyond,
I must tell someone.
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The poem below mirrors the tribute featured in the video (click the YouTube tab above to view). It was created by a dear friend — a poet, musician, and video artist — who walked through a very dark time and, through grace, found his way back.
The video is more than just a song — it’s a story of survival and soul. I encourage you to watch it all the way to the end and, if you feel moved, explore the YouTube comments — you may even recognize a few voices from this very community.
If you think it might help someone, consider sharing.
Sometimes, a single song can reach a person right when they need it most.
Divine Intervention
Not just words sent soaring to the sky
it’s a linking bridge between a soul’s quiet cry.
Resounding to places we are yet to see,
Carrying courage where it’s needed to be.
Affirmations don’t require ego’s exactness,
Whispered, or spoken aloud in respected reverence
Only love can break barriers to enter with grace,
On a sacred thread through the Cosmic Space
It shifts something deep within this spirit of mine.
It doesn't twist fate or dim the light that shines
‘Cause Intervention intercedes guiding The Sign
Inducing sense of purpose in The Grand Design
While flying from Uruguay to America,
I experienced some fearful problems,
Some were real and some nightmares.
I was tossing my handbag left and right
I heard a sermon my mother used to sing
I was quite engrossed for a few minutes
Forgetting all the problems I was worried about.
Hey, my co-traveler said, “your tape is running”
I remembered recording my mother’s voice
I think my mother came as protecting force
Giving an edge over my imaginative problems.
A mother is next to godliness, God personified.
An event of March, 2010 confirms my belief.
An Australian mum brings her premature baby son
Back to life by loving cuddles when chances none.
The doctors battled for twenty minutes gave up
Of saving her lifeless baby boy of 27 weeks.
Doctors gave the child to the mother to say goodbye
The grieving mother cuddled him tightly two hours
Bringing back her son to life, weighing 2 lbs.
Twenty minutes of science, two hours of love.
I bet it is nothing else but divine intervention
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September 19, 2014
Form: Free Verse
***Second part of the poem relates to a miracle happened in Australia. Anyone interested to read more, here is the link***
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/search.html?searchPhrase=Miracle+mum+Kate+Ogg
Beautiful little girl
Devastatingly beautiful
The birds would start chirping when she walked past
Her mother’s daughter they all said
A mirror image
And suddenly she was shocked by love
5 years old being undressed like a doll
Caressed and bathed so lovingly
Such gentle touches
That no one suspected
Mother found a new piece to her heart
Wedding bells chimed
And a new father was born
5 years old she was…just 5
This beautiful little girl found love in her “new” father’s arms
He held her close, sometimes too close
But no one suspected
She didn’t know this love was pain wearing a mask
She learned that love was…
Shielded from the eyes of her mother
Night visits to her room from her father
Year after year
For 15 years this was the love she knew
She felt invaded, alone and abused
She told her mother
About her new father…the man her mother loved
She didn’t acknowledge, wouldn’t bring herself to see
What the water so clearly replayed in her view
The mother knew, just knew
That her husband would, couldn’t ever
Never…bring pain to his daughter, never
Little girl, what does it feel like to be loved?
It feels warm, and wrong but gentle
Strong hands unclothing you
Caressing your body as if you are a grown woman
With a glorified body to worshipped and pillaged over
Little girl, what does pain feel like?
Closed doors…darkness…my father…naked
Hopeless
Beautiful little girl
Devastatingly beautiful
Pain paraded as love
Molestation masked for discipline
When your daughter cries out
When she cowers in corners
And doesn’t trust the dark
When she says love is just another word
Just another synonym to let him abuse her
Trust what she has to say…
I was that beautiful little girl and now I am a woman plagued with fears
Some nightmares you cannot outrun
And some memories only God can wipe away
The blood of all my pain is on my mother’s hands
"I forgive you"
Beautiful they say…
It’s a mask for something more
Puzzled by your measured liftime,
Much confusion you equate,
Knowing, as you grasp a lifeline,
Schedules show a drowning date.
Set upon by weeds and thickets,
Shuttered windows hide the veiw.
Then to find out-dated tickets,
Missed events concerning you.
Sit and mull this worn location,
Weakened walls that lean askew.
Houses' weary avocation,
Fighting Dry Rot seeping through.
Lived a life with doubts it happened,
Births and deaths and in-betweens.
Witness to a chaos bastion
Passers-by would deem serene.
Ghosts, convinced they still are living
Fool themselves with false vignettes.
Soon the messengers will give them
Peaceful crossing to their death.
Gene Bourne
06-08-14
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Divine Intervention
Dear Dad…I plucked a crimson rose that lay
upon your grave, as icy rain fell down
and joined my warm, wet tears that winter day.
Unto my heart, I pressed it close to drown
my mournful thoughts and feelings deep inside.
And then I numbly made my way back home
to grieve and heal with loved ones by my side.
But soon they left, and I was all alone.
That night I placed the crimson rose within
a random place inside a book of prose,
and it pressed flat for quite some time therein.
One day I opened it to find I chose
the place that God directed me to lay
the rose in answer to my prayers of where
you were in death so that my heart could say
that everlasting life was yours to share.
What I had hoped I know for sure is true...
for words within the page where that rose slept,
"The Grave," by Robert Blair...bodes life anew;
in God’s eternal life our souls are kept.
My keepsake rested in a book of prose...
God’s intervention was my only guide.
Mid secret pages dried your crimson rose...
God’s answer to my prayer…with thanks, I cried.
September 16, 2014
~1st Place~
Contest: Avatar
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 12/16/2017
Divine Intervention
His name was Lynn.
We had nothing in common.
I – a city punk, twenty something,
High School grad, Ironworker.
He – an upstate NY, college educated,
beret-wearing, ”Spiritual Giant”.
Recurring questions dogged
this relationship….
….”Who am I?”
….”Who is he?”
…”Why have our paths intertwined?”
I don’t believe
he ever told me anything,
just left trails of spiritual
bread crumbs for me
to follow.
He always seemed to teach me
lessons I didn’t know
were being taught.
Guided me with firm
yet gentle words
allowing me to unveil
my spirit in the safety
of his presence.
I reflect often
on this Avatar,
this incarnate teacher,
stopping on his journey
to assist another
in their quest.
His name was Lynn.
We had nothing in common.
©11/16/2017
submitted to – AVATAR – Poetry Contest
definition – an incarnate divine teacher
I do not know if I truly have ever been granted
divine intervention, but most likely I received it
after my surgery for breast cancer when a biopsy was done
to determine if I was “genetic” for my condition.
After an unbearable three-week wait, I was told
I would need not only radiation but also chemotherapy treatment
to ensure that not one stray cancer cell remained inside me.
The thought of so much treatment (in total nearly five months of it)
simply did not feel right to me! Thus, I agonized over my decision.
After a week of desperate praying
and two days away from having a stent put in my breast,
I found myself in the house of my next door neighbor,
who happened to be a renowed doctor from Canada.
Upon hearing that I was set to have chemotherapy
(even though my tumor had already been removed
and my lymphe nodes were shown clear of cancer)
he and his scientist collegue, whom he quickly got me in touch with,
advised me that I absolutely should NOT undergo the chemotherapy..
I am over five years now cancer-free.
Because of terrible rare side effects I have incurred from another drug
given me AFTER cancer, I feel that God has let me know that
for someone like me, chemotherapy would likely
have been over-kill! If only I’d prayed for confirmation
on the Prolia with which my oncologist had me injected for two whole years.
That was a drug I trusted in for strengthening my bones.
My later deep research into it revealed to me the truth of its dangers.
I have since felt great mistrust for advice from the traditional medical community.
Perhaps it was a lesson God wanted me to learn about modern drugs
and the fact that I must research anything suspicious I take into my body.
I will always be grateful that I received
what I believe to have been a clear-cut answer on chemotherapy
after pouring out my heart in prayer.
Dec. 21, 2021
For the Divine Intervention Poetry Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke
It’s hard to pinpoint one example of divine intervention
For many times something has influenced my intention
And I’d like to think my mother, who is surely in heaven,
Has stepped in on many occasions to provide the leaven
Helping me to rise to levels I never could have imagined,
Guiding me along through life paths I’d never envisioned.
I have had some close calls when I felt her hands on me
And I can think of no other valid explanation for my safety.
I believe with all my heart those who’ve gone on before
Are guiding angels watching over us from the other shore.
FIFTH PLACE WINNER
Written May 13, 2022
Submitted to “Divine Intervention” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
While flying from Uruguay to America,
I experienced some fearful problems,
Some were real and some nightmares.
I was tossing my handbag left and right
I heard a sermon my mother used to sing
I was quite engrossed for a few minutes
Forgetting all the problems I was worried about
Hey, my co-traveler said, “your tape is running”
I remembered recording my mother’s voice
I think my mother came as protecting force
Giving an edge over my imaginative problems.
A mother is next to godliness, God personified.
An event of March, 2010 confirms my belief.
An Australian mum brings her premature baby son
Back to life by loving cuddles when chances none
The doctors battled for twenty minutes gave up
Of saving her lifeless baby boy born at 27 weeks.
Doctors gave the child to the mother to say goodbye
The grieving mother cuddled him tightly two hours
Bringing back her son to life, weighing 2 lbs.
Twenty minutes of science two hours of love
I bet it is nothing else but divine intervention
Second part of the poem relates to a miracle happened in Australia. Anyone interested to read more, here is the link
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/search.html?searchPhrase=Miracle+mum+Kate+Ogg
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Sixth place winner in
Contest: Divine Intervention in honor of Catie Lindsey
Was he in the wrong place at the right time?
Slipping, sliding, dying
to live;
just a kid.
Mom and Grandma busy,
gabbing, too far
away.
Was he in the right place,
a parental replacement
for such a time as this?
A little boy with prayers said
over him
while he traveled life’s rough roads;
even his carriage ride was bumpy.
After transferring hands a couple times,
the little boy found himself in Germany,
a celebration,
now his feet are slipping and sliding,
he can’t get a hold -
the pond, his death pondering.
An old man reaches in and snatches out
this little kid.
Just as soon as the boy is saved,
the angel disappears.
That boy grows up
and marries me.
5/23/2022
It has come to me with no surprise,
that I must intervene in own my demise,
but a difficult struggle will ensue
for I know I will be left in the blue.
It anchored my emotions for a time,
making me feel somewhat sublime,
yet the reality of the matter lingered there,
and I hid it well behind my spacey stare.
And while everyone saw me falling away,
my life crumbling a little each day,
I placed the blame on structure and sleep,
in an attempt to hide that I was in too deep.
I could not tell a single soul
the sadness behind my secretive toll,
and so I cried until I couldn't stop
to release myself from my emotional flop.
But now the crying has become too much,
as every night my pillow I clutch,
I have no choice than to let it go,
or the emptiness that plagues me will overthrow.
It was that particular point of time in my lone life,
When, mind like tabula rasa, empty and without strife;
Mornings started and evenings ended without any aim,
Driven by impulses I lived, like wildlife, with no shame...
Alcoholism, like chains of a lunatic, had bound me,
Though willing, like bird in a cage, I could not become free;
Not today, to me I would say, yet mind will slowly pull,
Gulping peg after pegs, I'd walk like a random mad bull...
Health or wealth, like for animals, did not matter at all,
Body or soul - no faith or ethics - in my ear did fall;
Parents, siblings, friends, relatives - to no one did I care,
Life flew about floating, like aimless feather in the air...
It's then, like punishments or coercive ways of nature,
Ailments began eating myself, like a deadly-creature;
Lungs, liver, stomach, bladder and kidneys seemed protesting,
Eyes, ears, skin and bones seemed to stop their act of protecting...
Does benevolent earth, her exploiters, endlessly bear?
Doesn't Ecosystem in the form of flood and drought scare?
Could even best physicians, one's dead life ever bring back?
How I, like a fool, my life to death willingly offer?
Thus I, like one at the brink of the grave, stood lost! Helpless!
My doctor though fixed tentative date, expressed hopefulness;
Craving to drink seduced me, like lady with endless love,
I knew my soul soiled; should be changed; yet, I did not know how...
I felt none and nothing I could rely on, except God,
I did cling to Him, like a dog to his master and lord;
God, like good mother seeing her child in pain, intervened,
Caring for my needs, touching my inner wounds, my ills healed...
My heart, like a bouquet, to my Lord, now I have offered,
By prayer, hymn and divine worship, my life is powered;
My strength and weakness, like an open-book, before Him lies,
Though urge for evils press me, He'll grant me courage to rise...!
31 December 2021
DIVINE INTERVENTION Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I need a saint to cure my pains
Bring me back to youthful claims
Someone whose devoted their life
Lived through pain, loss or strife
One who understands my woes
Can relate to me, is not my foe
Has lived and lost and forged ahead
Never gave up and laid in bed
Experienced the darkness and the shame
When the body has faults there is no blame
We're no longer super human,untouched
When the body gives, little things are a must
Fighting thru pain knowing someone that's shared
Makes it much easier, without judgement or stares.
The beauty and the age
All women engage
To age gracefully
Drink water, stay active and moisturize your skin faithfully
Eat a well balanced diet with fruits and vegetables tenaciously
Enjoy life to the fullest shamelessly
Too much tension can ruin your appearance mistakenly
Just like the sun so, block it
Take care of your locks or cut it or lock it
Exercise your brain with a puzzle or a memorizing game
This is a verse form for aging intervention proclaimed
A multivitamin is even better to maintain