Best Reaches Poems
Before my soul reach's the sky.
On earth, i would climb beyond to the peak of success.
Reaching beyond the reach of my physical stretch.
Before my soul reaches the sky,victory will win the look of my face and place in my hand the torch of accomplishment.The streets i walked on will memorize my foot steps in gold.
Warm memories, left in the time of cold.
Before my soul reaches the sky,my desires and dreams fulfilled will unleash from a ruby chess,beams of contentment.
Tokens of joy left behind to be spent in memories.
In the golden places of their heart they will remember me.
Before my soul reaches the sky,i will solve the mysteries of life,but after all one mystery unsolved.
That i will solve when my soul reaches the sky.
Past the furthest reaches of the Mad Hatter's soul
A turtle wins a race on the slowest of a roll
There are dusty emotions compiled in an unorganized stack
Next to a wallflower that is blooming in the pitch black
Thoughts swirl that I do not wish to share
Wordless eyes give meaning to a blank stare
A formulation's absorption is in the process of assimilation
Aspects are broke down on the road that I've taken
I store horrible things that I should have let go
“I told you so” resonates in a tired echo
There are letters unopened from a man twice bitten
That contain beautiful paper with words yet written
A song bird sings a jaded tune dubbed mercy
Glasses of water do not get poured for the thirsty
In a society so full of the empty headed
My words sink in akin to a tick embedded
There is nothing left to do except to pay the toll
When found in the furthest reaches of the Mad Hatter's soul
9/12/16
Wages
of alienation
were increasing.
We were afraid
of reflections.
Shifting
of landscapes
will hurt the river.
I was blinded
by blues.
Relationship
becomes a speech
impediment,
bonds start
breaking.
I wanted
to call your name –
in solitude.
The echo
reaches the whole sky.
SATISH VERMA
I want so much to Help you,
And to be there for you now,
To comfort you through all of this,
If only I knew how.
To let the Rain wash over your Pain,
To let in the Sun to warm your loving face,
To shine its rays, even in your Darkest place.
and though I know you have so much to go through on your own,
Never forget that my heart reaches out to you,
So you'll never be alone.
God Reaches Us
God you reach us from on high
Across the Heavens and stars,
As we sit in our home in the world,
AS we are lost in tranquility,
As our soul tries to breath.
Clouds moving slowly across the skies,
The breeze is calm steady as your voice,
Were caught in a the moment of time,
As our hearts starts to heal we feel.
A piece for us is being prepared,
Were in the startling blue sky with you,
As we spread our wings we sour so high,
Our soul starts to fly to you Lord.
We fly to a very well know place,
Where pain and hurt never dwell,
As our memories flow pass us,
Our eyes start to swell with tears.
Tears start to come drip slowly,
Down the cheeks of our face,
As move in on breeze wipes them dry,
As you give us peace you promised.
Were soaring so free, over water and land,
Our Spirit Guided gently, as you takes us by our hand.
The Lord shows us what was, what's meant to be,
Why our life Is so important to all we see.
Thank you Lord for this in lighting journey,
To our true purpose in this LIFE.
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2014
many ways are there
few are known and few are not
rare life reaches all
In the blackest night a foul breeze blows across me
as the demons lust and desire they ravage me.
Their claws tearing my flesh, he has sent them to collect me.
My screams echo through the deepest reaches of hell,
Satan smiles when he hears the sounds of my pain and suffering
as they drag me down to him. His joy filling my soul with hate
and contempt for him, he feels alive.
Like a cut rose I fight for life only to dry up,
to be tossed out as if I were nothing,
not even a thought or a memory will remain.
Lost in the throws of abandon at his will,
living only for his pleasure, his every whim.
I hate him; I hate myself for being lost to him.
My heart chained and locked to his, happiness eludes me.
I find myself waiting for the peace of death to find me.
In a constant battle I fight for my sanity, I live my fears.
I defy him in all places of my heart,
with victory over my soul, he laughs at me.
My eyes see the blood dripping from his teeth;
his breath putrid with the smell of decaying flesh and bone
of the ones who came before.
As his darkness unfolds over my mind I am lost,
lost to myself, lost to love, lost to life.
Even in my dreams he degrades me,
forced to watch as he crushes them before my eyes.
I find myself covered in the blanket of his wickedness,
chained by his evil heart; his demons hold me to him,
there is no escape.
In the blackest night, when the foul breeze blows against me
I will know they are coming.
He has sent them to collect me once again.
His lust and desire will consume me,
my screams will echo and he will smile as they bring me to him.
Once again my suffering will make him feel alive.
This devil,
this Satan
will keep me forever imprisoned in the
deepest reaches of hell.
(This verse is painted for my Loving Daughter P Suzanna Christy on her 8th birthday)
It was the day she began to move out,
She’d been in the cradle of her mother’s womb
Some seven years before silently in her dreams,
And her dreams! Who knows? But He knows.
Her mother, yea, yet to be a mother then!
Then in her travail, yet rejoicing in God’s Gift,
With her friend and neighbors close by she was wriggling.
Her father, yea, yet to be a father then!
Then in his journey, anxious, yet praying all the way,
None but the Father in Christ is beside him.
She reaches the eighth milestone of life,
How she hath reached is by His Mercy.
I remember the day of entry into the world,
She made a cry within and it was not heard unto us,
We could not know why she had cried within,
But we know for she had prayed within,
And now we’ve learnt that her first cry would be to Him.
Her mother’s friend took her in his arms,
And showered thousand kisses on her tiny forehead,
And it is he always the God-sent providence unto them.
Her mother rose from her anesthetic sleep,
And her every breath, it’s the fact, pronounced THANKS unto HIM.
She longed for her God’s Gift and took her in her arms of love.
I watched her imprinting kisses on the silky cheeks.
Every one wept and there were tears of joy,
I collected those tears in the deep of my heart.
She hath reached the eighth milestone of life:
She flutters as the dancing star in the sky,
Like the tiny trout in the running brook she plays,
Sweet like the ripe apple ‘midst the orchard,
‘cross the horizons of joy and laughter she traverses,
Dressed in the Blessings from Above,
She looks purple with floating frilled skirt,
She wears the smiles of her mother,
Filled with friendly wishes from her school mates,
She walks amidst the song of her little blooms.
I can’t hold her joy she experiences,
And so her mother shares it with her
And too with her for she hath carried my prayer in her womb.
She grows with the Heavenly Grace,
And does proclaim the Glory of Heaven in her life.
Now she’s a little plant to grow more flowers,
And every flower shall be the message of His Mercy
How can love be so good for you
When sometimes
You get so drunk and intoxicated
It can also make you blind
Nothing can hurt so much
And causes you so much pain
The sun rises no more
And you get drenched
In caustic acid rain
Cupid shot his arrow in the wrong direction
And I don't see Cupid any more
Left feeling like a kid in a candy store
So full of goodies
From the roof to the floor
Without a penny to spend
You can't buy what you need and can't afford
My ship of dreams I thought was coming never came at all
It just makes things you want
Want them more and more
The tasty apple you hungered for
Was rotten at
the core
Why don't ocean waves roll by
And never reach my shore
Although I'm glad it does for couples around the world
But for me
I don't believe in love
Anymore.
Wages
of alienation
were increasing.
We were afraid
of reflections.
Shifting
of landscapes
will hurt the river.
I was blinded
by blues.
Relationship
becomes a speech
impediment,
bonds start
breaking.
I wanted
to call your name –
in solitude.
The echo
reaches the whole sky.
SATISH VERMA
I lend my eyes to this letter,
They will open once again,
When the ink absorbs your light.
They may never open,
Become lost in darkness,
But the paper will remain,
Even if shredded to atoms,
It will tell my story.
Maybe you will open the envelope,
The smell of ink will greet you,
Maybe you will witness the ink speak,
Maybe you will keep it
Somewhere safe,
Letting me die and live forever.
kindness reaches out to a lone person
sitting on a wooden park bench crying
hand provides a useful tissue drying
tears and sobs lessen and do not worsen
How dutiful and beautiful you were.
For many a year your bountiful
Love flourished, from the risen of morning dawn
Till the sun rose again to see another dawn.
You flitted about, upon each open petal
With ambitious dreams and love for each.
On bent knees you would pray each day
To the glorious lives you held and sheltered.
With God's grace and never His absence.
You climbed the stairs into the arms of the Potter
And helped Him weave comfort to those you had left behind.
At night, they leave their window ajar,
Letting your soft dim glimmered moonlight in
To leave a kiss upon each petal while they sleep.
1/10/2022
February 12 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 3-4
Key Verse – Numbers 3:1 These also are the generations of Aaron and Moses in the day that the LORD spake with Moses in mount Sinai.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO REACHES
UNTO US TO SPEAK TO US
Praise be to God for reaching unto us to speak to us:
Expressing His love we can trust for our testimony
Exposing His leadership along His tenacity
Expounding His lessons of truth along trials
Emphasizing His liberty toward triumph against transgression
Empowering us while we listen to Him with our thanksgiving
Numbers 3:13 Praise be to the Lord Who
hallows us since we are His own whom He:
Anoints to minister unto Him humbly
Appoints to consecrate ourselves unto Him honourably
Accompanies to journey with Him happily
Assures along His presence midst His help
Approves to share His Word of grace and hope
Numbers 4:49 Praise be to the Saviour
for granting favour to our service as His:
Stewards, redeemed to fulfill our roles with faithfulness
Saints, ransomed from sin’s penalty to testify about His blessing-flow
Soldiers, ready to fight unrighteousness and falsity
Students, reading and meditating His Word along prayer-fervency
Soulwinners, revived always to share Gospel of salvation by faith. Amen!
February 12, 2024
Nobody reaches to lord until leaving the rest
Tresaure of heart can't be opened until it is the pure cleanest
Extract the mundane from the tongue so Lord manifests
Until it is flourished, Sultan will not settle to palace
Perceivers of the secret of dying before death
Have seen judgement day before the trumpet blowed
Face of Lord's house has been circumamblated by lovers
Without house of Mamur at the sky and Kaaba at the earth
Shemsi burns continously at a strange sorrow
Wants to content Lord without being hated by public
Written By Shemseddini Sivasi
Translation Onur Ünlü