Best Prayerful Poems
Dare we wear the frocks of an old year’s passing
into the new… threaded deeds overlapping?
Or bare we anew on fresh laden free wings
the beckoning’s to come of much newer things?
Shall we leave behind what’s said and done
or let them follow… raveling threads undone?
As the coming year, now, knocks at our doors
shall we journey unburdened to newfound shores?
Our inner self charged with tasks overbearing
discarding the cloaks of last year’s wearing
A few days to spend lamenting past distractions
prayerfully packing for the coming attractions
How beautiful the thoughts of renewed attiring
hopes and dreams budding with faith aspiring
© Debra Squyres 2013
May the coming New Year bring you all that you need
and may love always resided within your heart's door
Happy New Year to one and all !!
Today in prayer
I said to myself filled with deep joy and peace
God am I being guilty of wanting to become a saint
The love held inside the heart humbles every sin kneeling
forgiveness holds a certain grain of kindness inwardly hugging
it has a gentleness understanding good will towards others
accepting that none of us are perfect we all have our daily faults
To condemn what you do not know as the rational truth
seeking council regular examining our inner being
nothing ever looks the same looking back at reflections
the firm purpose of amendment highlights this change in character
A canticle I think I'll be,
A rimed thought, hoary and ancient,
Stinking as the dust heaped up empyreal on the hills of
The Judean sands;
And as dulled and dimmed as an archaic coin tarnish'd.
This is what I think I might be.
I'd as lief be this as any other you might care to name.
Valid is this, my remote and removed claim,
And it all began hereon.
O, that was an age ago, that remote and bygone time,
Rimed with hoar-frost and the whitishness of ancientness,
When as blood-soaked, cruciferous hills remote and circumvallatory or else
Perhaps circumferential to the great, walled city, itself circumvallatory;
When all this began.
When this particular beguine to which we've all been dancing lo this many score of years began.
It was as a woman bedecked in black on a Sunday morning newly kissed by the auriferous dawn,
(A goldener dawn than even that on which she met the man whose coffin she was now appointed to follow in a moribund processional, a macabre and solemn, ceremonial dance of death,)
Going down to the fixed graveyard.
That day was as the day on which I first deigned to join this,
And adopting unto myself the sobriquet, shibboleth "A canticle I think I be"
(For I was not permitted to use the full appellation I wished to apply to myself,
Owing to some stupid and recondite rule regarding and regulating the use and due conservation of characters: Yet not those as those of the mainstays of literature, no! I mean to say the characters that are synonymous with words and spaces and punctuation and the like,)
And here the tale ends, though 'twas not Moschean nor Noahide as
I perhaps meant it to be.
Oh, well: All's well that ends well.
(For was this not an idiotic tale, yet a harrowing one, whose lightest word would harrow up the young blood of any and all who saw it, read it, perused it?)
When walls crumble down
And dreams lay strewn and scattered
Remember our place
Deep in the mountain forest
Through the sharp-thorned brush
A meadow creekside
Times like this our shelter built
Roof for our gardens
Fresh flowing water nearbye
Wildflowers in Spring
Bountiful summer veggies
Fireside in Winter
I'll meet you there my true love
If God parts our path
To look once more in your eyes
Pressing your heart against mine
2/26/22
The Clementine gifts in 2009
Were symbolic
Of something alcoholic
Could be from the 'Grapes of Laugh'
Or maybe fermented from a bitter past-
Heaven knows
But one thing is clear
The taste that once set our teeth on edge
Is gone-no longer here
Thank You, sweet Jesus
It's Your Spirit
That frees us
Helping us restore blocked water sources
Supplying refreshment-changing our courses
It's finding new direction
Not a matter of our perfection
You are the Perfect One
The Father's uniquely precious Son
prayerful
private serious guarded lonely
The Princess, The Go-Between, the Queen
lover of letters, law, levity
who feels the pain of family, friend, even foe
who fears chaos, anarchy, lawlessness
who would like to see a return to decency, civility, faith
absentee resident of Jerusalem, city of shalom
intense
January 30, 2019
Entry in "Writing Challenge 2, Bio form," January 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Though a prayerful night slowly drains,
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Above, one god-like bead remains.
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Written 11/12/2017
Any Theme Crystalline Form Contest
Before the altar he kneels praying
His soul steams dollar desire
mixing with words of prayer
Sandals, Jesus-like in the feet
around neck, golden cross
cathedral built with martyrs’ bones
and he called unto the Lord;
“Holy, holy Lord of the world
listen to my prayers; and petitions
of your people I stand here for
Passports, visas, fat jobs, spouses
Give them Lord, money, honey
let them enjoy the world created
and when you call them, heaven
And your servant before you,
best vehicle, houses, plots, love
to help the poor and the needy
as you know a cook eats no bones
Take me to Rome, holy lands
so that the people I serve here
may know how much you love me”
betrayed by the pen
a corporate, seal touches
workforce breaks of day
contacts eventide
an official, seal touches
manpower morning
before the fingers
a strong, prayerful hands touches
the pen that betrayed
in God we should trust
a corporate, seal touches
in God we all trust
before the fingers
betrayed by the pen
God’s our only true friend
8/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
My Sweet, Sweet Daughter, Karen
I have a sweet, sweet daughter named Karen
who is a blessing wherever she may go,
she thinks and she prays for many of MY children
and I let her know what it is that she can sow.
It might be food, or healthy products
or could be perfumes that make MY children to smile,
and because I know that for ME I can trust this child
to go an extra mile.
Karen, herself has gone through many trials
which at times the enemy had meant to bring her down,
to stop MY work from flowing through her
but, I wouldn’t let that happen so she would always rebound.
So now, her heart is full of love and compassion
and her prayers to ME she knows I will answer,
for MY ear is attentive to hear what she says
while praying for others as she has been led.
I don’t have so many like her that
I truly will call MY own,
but she is always trying to
bring others I know to MY precious Heavenly home.
You are a blessing, love you,
Written by:
Marilyn S. Jennings
December 11, 2019
In the darkest hour of the night
During the hardest time of life
When unsure if things will be all right
You should pray!
When your mind lacks peace
And your heart is too broken to beat
When you struggle to stand on your feet
You ought to pray!
When some things do not make sense
And everyone close becomes distant
When your faith is shaken in an instant
You must pray!
When the sun is about to set
And your noontime is filled with tears
When the midnight is covered with fear
Wake up and pray!
When in the battlefield
And you have misplaced your shield
When there is no sign you could win
Look upon the hills and pray!
When the race becomes too long
And you cannot keep going on
When everything seems over
Kneel and pray!
For prayer will
Put you back together
Set you in a good place forever
Keep you going no matter what
Give you something to smile about
Remove the weight off your shoulders
Relieve you from discomfort
Heal even a gaping wound
Help you follow the right way
Take you through another day
Each and every day
Remember to pray
Because prayer works!
CONFESSION
We like sheep have gone astray,
if He marked our transgressions
who would stand.Tempted,ofttimes
tormented,self-conscious,self-
seeking missing the mark;stepping
over the line,impulsive,doing what
we do want to do.Encouraged into
doubt,we deceive ourselves,listening
to the father of lies,’Til the Holy Spirit
convict us of this sin.Absolved by the
Saviour’s sacrifice I turn back again,
for I know whom I have believed,and
together we walk on.
Listen to me recite this on youtube
SAVING GRACE
Help,help I cannot break loose,
enslaved as I am to sin.I cannot
resist,how may I be free?
I hear a voice convicting me,
prompting,calling,drawing me,
knocking at my door.Calling me
to turn back to God.
Help,help me Holy Spirit to push
open this door.I hear Jesus
He comes through my open door
He dines with me and I with He.
I understand,I’m born again
and made free,eyes opened
I now see!
Ref John 6:44,45 Rev 3:20 Mat 13:18,Mk 1:15
Listen to me recite this structured prose on youtube
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If I had but one thing to say
This I will whenever I pray
That I’ll be led to follow your way
Lest the evil one lead me astray
If I had but one song to sing
A joyful song to my Lord I would bring
Till from his throne will stand the mighty king
And with me join as we joyfully sing
When walls crumble down
And dreams lay strewn and scattered
Remember our place
Deep in the mountain forest
Through the sharp-thorn brush
A meadow creek side
Times like this our shelter built
Roof for our gardens
Fresh flowing water near bye
Wildflowers in Spring
Bountiful summer veggies
Fireside in Winter
I'll meet you there my true love
If God parts our path
To look once more in your eyes
Pressing your heart against mine
By: Jim Marshall Goff
ps let us join Jim by bowing our heads and offering a moment of prayer
for those who are dealing with so much right now. War is the worse kind of human battle on earth, and we need to pray that it will cease !