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There is a bountiful harvest, enriched with all love
Where the mysteries of life connect from above
A season of promise, with rivers that flow
From the highest mountain, to the waters below
Abound in all joy, with reverence divine
Proceed to the place where souls intertwine
A threefold cord, yet two souls unite
With endless love, to the Father's delight
An enchanted rose, be granted to thee
Your dearly beloved, embraced splendidly
A foundation in God, a new gift of peace
A trust in his will, where all doubt will cease
The promise of God, the call of his command
Trust and be held in the palm of his hand
A covenant made, the exchanging of rings
Soaring upon these enchanted wings
Cherish therein, the dreams of each other
Exemplify a bond that few will discover
A solemn vow, new mercies to see
An honour established with humility
To have and to hold and welcome each other
An honourable day embracing each other
Proclaim the goodness that comes from above
May the both of you continue in love
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
For Gods' sake
The Lord shall pass
Right through you///
And cause your Spirit
To shutter...
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Endow you path with
Knowledge and righteousness
And gently reap thy Soul
Through and through
With conviction....
- Let -
His love carry you
Gary Fields
your friend in the pen
sticks and stones
can break bones
but my words
only creates tones
the tool of the wise
is his pen
the resting place of the lion
is it den
only a fool trust in his gun
and that is the difference
between the moon and the sun
i am a lion
but do not feed on flesh
i like to go natural
for it will just make me fresh
We started on a common path,
But not one of our choice.
In time we went our separate ways,
To hear or find our voice,
And so traversed the wilderness
With joys and dangers fraught.
The path I chose, not best or worst,
Just mine, or so I thought.
I did not scale that rocky cliff,
Nor cross that deep crevasse;
I found the briars and the thorns,
And verdant, pleasant grass.
Yet here we’re called to take a rest,
Again, not one we chose.
The way is forward; that is clear,
Yet to where no one knows.
Shall we recount where each has been?
Do bygone ways still matter?
Or shall we share a common time,
Again before we scatter?
How will I know about that scar,
Those flowers in your hair?
Or you about my painful limp,
Those wrinkles there and there?
Come, let us simply rest a while,
Tend sore and calloused feet,
For He alone knows when our paths,
Divergent, wandering, meet.
—————
for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 12 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written 03/15/2022
Blending history expedition with miracle exposure
privileged am I as God’s "ordained videographer" via faith-journey…
beholding His creation triumph along wondrous omnipotence
noting details of Almighty hand at work midst reigning grace
gripped by Gospel realities, highlighting the life of Christ
witnessing His loving sacrifice for mankind’s redemption
…I’m indeed blest in this divine make-believe venture, exalting the Lord*.
*Psalm 34:3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together.
June 23, 2020
7th place, "It's Only Make Believe" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle; judged on 6/27/2020.
Opining On Sacraments Of Self-Ordained Loathsome Sacredotalists
When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade
with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries
Waving a banner of loquacity, expostulations are made,
and he assumes a 'Forma Pauperis,' as greed's vault denies.
In presentation of false reliquary for one's honor as trade!
Using syllogism as a vituperation of feigned intellect
and as a tutelar shield of humility's penitent remorse
it courts hypocrisy as siren's call of beauty select,
to claim unyielding progress upon an Elysium course
as a wizard of unerring wisdom and not one of neglect!
Stealth, Facilis descensu Averni, as a liquefied shield
and a Hydra guise as foreordination of divine might
claiming Ichor flows within a brave heart that never yields,
lives in an impenitence state, as guards against truest light
as Frankalmoigne 's holy grip over heaven's flowering fields!
Such a worthy magnificent truth, as bears repeating:
a discourse on frailty and weakness of dark, fallen souls
as canon of doctrine on those that seek truth's defeating
while proclaiming angelic shine to reach such wicked goals
they that garner blinded praise, while devilishly cheating
When the rascal dons his garments of meerschaum shade
with loud mendacious voice he covers his mugwump cries.
Waving a banner of loquacity, expostulations are made,
and he assumes a 'Forma Pauperis,' as greed's vault denies.
In presentation of false reliquary for one's honor as trade!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-24-2020,
Allusion,
( What The Owl Knew Of The Hidden Dark Within Mankind's Blinded Souls )
Note: This is the final poem in the five part series...
Whether the future presents itself as generator of
inspiration to ink along these lines is yet again to
be determined. If so:
Then ink shall fly,
do not ask why
for life is brief
rude acts must cease
those with no shame
Our shadow
Ordained by the sun
Enough!
Let us bask
I.
One cloudless day, without spring shower
or monsoon, angels made their stand;
and conjured otherworldly power,
one cloudless day, without spring shower.
But God pruned me like a flower,
when I clutched lightning in my hand,
that cloudless day without spring shower:
I then was chosen that same hour.
II.
Though crucified, reviled by hate,
I dwelt in my ivory tower;
inspired by love, as I create,
though crucified, reviled by hate.
My sweet songs showed how God was great;
fertilized by life's manure, my flower
bled, crucified, reviled by hate,
by evil men, the world, and fate.
Between the warm leaving rain
and the coming of the pizza –
a beer flushes through a gurgling gullet.
It's coming...Medium Margarita,
sweet roasted tomatoes and bubbling cheese.
The evening sky breathes deeper.
Womb-warm, the pizza-satchel sings
to my drooling taste buds;
a delivery almost born,
an ordination, almost consumed
by the wait.
I pour another beer.
In pools of many colors, as vast as salts and sea,
It, streams in proximity to you and me
It is Endless Source most healing;
Spoken of by matriarchs, past and new.
Faith, grace, and mercy stood as firm as,
The hands of time, that stretches beyond the blue -
A Super star from Galilee knew this so well;
The woman at the well was to go tell...
The Source of all things made well, quenches thirst.
She preached and teach like artist with The Word,
Haven't you heard?
She mounts mercy to pedestal the color of kindness
She's a bouquet of grace to the human race
She's faith, like seed of hope planted in our dreams -
The feeble is emboldened, one, by one, by one.
*
Just a few steps
and you’re there,
just a few beats of
the heart and the battle are won…
Imagine if you didn’t just give up
how far would you have been?
Just imagine if our Master
gave up on us this easily,
where would we be?
What would have become of us?
It’s a matter of choice
you can either forge ahead
with the heartache, broken promises
and moments of anger
then give up without knowing,
always wondering …
What would have happened next?
Where would I have ended up?
Is this what He had planned for me?
Maybe this is where I’m supposed to be,
maybe I should have taken that job,
maybe I should have jumped,
maybe I should have taken the plunge…
A whole lot of possibilities go unexplored
because we’re scared,
because we lose faith
because we don’t trust
the One that brought us thus far…
No deed can control you
Know
Love
Lord
For God's sake
The Lord shall pass
Righ threw you
And cause you' Spirit
To shutter
-
But first
-
Endow your path with
Knowledge
And gently reap thy Soul
Threw and threw
With conviction'
GF
And Goddess Of Destiny Ordained That We Meet
I walk through silent waters so slowly adrift
My doomsday heart racing just to barely keep up
The old barn owl flies forth, so adamantly swift
I drink gaspingly my joy in my bright golden cup
No matter, the black shadow follows my same path
Even this beaming new dawn cannot stop its flight
The olden gods they live again venting heartless wrath
Death arrives on silver wings and with darken night.
I walk out of silent waters, a brand new soul
Rage, chaos and heartache could not spirit defeat
For purity of our love protects loving souls
And goddess of destiny ordained that we meet.
Thank I, life giveth this greatest of golden treats.
Left far behind are my pains and useless defeats.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
September 22nd, 1973
Note:
"Momentary lapse, where this life seems worth living.
Where Fate forgets its ire and lets love start giving."
If every day to matter
If every moment counts
If every word to chant and sing
If every phrase be stout
If every coin pound sterling
If every debt marked paid
If every feeling dubbed divine
—salvation pre-ordained
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)