Best Restoration Poems
Peace to all of the inhabitants within and without the universe
Respect to all existence both stagnant and dynamic
No desire to understand only to observe and appreciate
Those who’ve sought understanding have greatly misunderstood
They intend to change (upgrade) and will inevitably spike altercation
Disrupting and forever corrupting universal equilibrium
Effort to become God the creator and healer of all is the cause of disruption
Persevering disabling efforts to be God with the determination of correction is the cause of infinite corruption – the effect of cyclical disruption
“____ heals all wounds”
No human is able to fix
We are only able to use
An attempt to restore is abuse
“____ heals all wounds”
Rest
REJUVANT RESTORATION
Windows of my life,through
which I see the world.Silhouettes
imaged moments transfigured
forever imprinted upon memory.
Windows of my life,paused moments
in which I live in the land of the living.
Precious gaps of reality,distractions
from the monotony of the repetitive
routine of the cycles of my rehabilitation
a rejuvant restoration on the road to good health.
You may hear me recite this and most of my PS catalogue on Youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro.
i step outside of myself,
into a world, a world where everything around me is nothing,
and the only true thing that still stands left is my one true God,
what is real,
what is fake,
i abide in love for his names sake,
my eyes are shattered,
and my vision blurred,
only parts of my spirit here on earth to be stirred,
i cannot grasp the immense enormity of my master,
still i love, still i hurt, to know more,
the depth of his love, marked in stone, i am sure,
my own way is not his way,
in solitude and in prayer with him at the end of my day,
as busyness and chaos take up my time,
thoughts of unwanted circumstance fills my mind,
i must release,
i must unfold,
here, everything on earth is nothing when it comes to my soul,
my love for you, Lord, is truly what matters,
through fears and tribulations, or when life seems shattered,
there is a private joy,
a very private real God,
who swoops me up into his arms, when life gets too hard,
as i loose focus for a moment, he gently embraces me,
what feels real here on earth is only what our eyes choose to see,
some pages are still emptly, he said, let me write in your book,
for there will be no need to search, there will be no need to look,
my god accomplishes the impossible,
using pain to bring me healing,
allowing rejection to restore my acceptance,
i cannot understand such irony, while the lord writes the script of this play,
his words fill my spirit, and he'll instruct me what to say,
so i sit back and observe with an open heart,
for god knows my charactor, and he plays the main part,
this part, this love that will never cease to die,
the greatest love of my heart,
the greatest man of my life
Finally, brothers and sisters, rejoice! Strive for full restoration, encourage one another, be of one mind, live in peace. And the God of love and peace will be with you.
2 Corinthians 13:11 NIV
Finally, brothers and sisters, rejoice !
Let's encourage all lifting up our voice
There is one to cast out our old ways
To receive guidance so the wind does not sway
No longer being tossed around in the waves
For the one has come who saves
Tearing down the walls for a total restoration
Shall ,we start with a new foundation
Through the spirit to become one mind
Seeing all the treasures are within to find
That we might receive a new love
Which pours down from above
To find a new inner peace
Soaring as a bird being released
From this worlds chaos and strife
To tell another of this new life
A broken thought holds meaning
Even though its not completed
A broken dream shines, envisaging
Even though its not really alive
A broken smile brings a sweetness
Even though its not always smiling
A broken tear falls from the soul
Even though its not filled with hope
A broken heart shares a silent light,
Even though it isn’t softly glowing…
Like candlelight, with assurance, knowing
That there is nothing impossible in life…
Even the broken can pick up the pieces,
Pouring out the glue of insight and beauty,
Filling the mind with a sense of belonging,
Soothing away the doubts with sincerity,
A knowing that love will find a way to bring…
Joy and truth, pasting the feelings together
With a promise of the song who lasts forever,
The song of kindness, the song so gentle …
It brings the broken a reminder that life is filled
With brokenness, but it can be mended…
By a love who is stirred to life by the hand who
Brings the best gift, the spirit who lifts hearts
So they always believe, they always see…
The meaning beneath being broken is spoken
In the prayer that changes darkness to light,
The promise of a love that gives peace to the night,
The miracle of a Savior who never grows old,
The wonder and the joy, the peace and the hope
Forever in the soul of those who know He is alive
And, because of Him, the broken can be restored,
The heart that bleeds can fulfill every dream,
The soul that is afraid is reminded – He is brave!
And amazed by the gift of His saving grace, the beautiful
Written on the face of the heart who hears His music
And feels sure that He is the answer to every yearning,
He is the glue that promises the spirit it will never die
Because of His goodness, His blessing, His sacrifice –
He is my heart’s healing, my soul’s faith, my spirit’s thanks!
With a broken smile, a broken dream, a broken heart
I hold the key to paradise – it comes to life despite the flaw
That leaves its meaning beneath the broken smile, the broken
Know that it is in the brokenness that He finds pure gold,
The gift to those who sincerely believe – He can and will fix anything!
If knowledge is power
It skipped a generation
Negativity a way of life
Hardships and aggravation
Souls all in bondage
No way for liberation
Dishonesty and distrust
That's my calculation
The wicked and the decent
A wise separation
A saint with a sinner
No kind of relation
The saints sat and wait
For a greater expectation
While the wicked
In their heart have no consideration
And the poor and homeless
Wait in desparation
With heavy hearts
For the renewing of the creation
While me myself wait for Jesus
With pure dedication
deadhead any grudges
slough off wilted feelings
instill a will to replenish
what was lost with more
abhor stagnation
regain greater growth
4-13-2022
Footsteps of Midnight
Sealed in a cave
No beginning - no end,
No dawn – no dusk,
No sunrise – no sunset,-
Only the constant echoing footsteps of midnight,
Pursued – haunted -
Pushing the soul closer to the fine edge
Of madness swirling in a yawning abyss;
Icy terror rises up in streams of numbing vapors
With silent fingers ready to entrap
Any soul wandering too near this
Silent death,
Rumbling with satisfaction
At yet another soul held captive -
Deliciously drawing away
All life
Till eyes only stare into nothingness
Never finding satisfaction,
Never enough
To fill the rumbling hunger;
The soul staggers,
Bound up in hopeless whispers,
Unable to scream,
Unable to stand beneath the weight
Of narrowing passages,
Crushing air
From struggling lungs
Pulling in winter’s breath,
Freezing the soul from the inside out,
And even tears that once beckoned
Soothing relief
Look away
Despairing;
Hands reach out - one last frantic search -
Falling into hopelessness
To hear wild demons sneering –
Victors standing over vanquished –
Laughing
Until the echoes shred the very marrow of the soul;
No hope!
No hope for life!
Their screaming bounces off the walls;
Fingers tremble,
Stretching out
For any comfort, any warmth,
Discovering what eyes search
To believe
In annunciation –
A single ray of light,
Shattering the blackness,
Crushing the demons
And their laughter
While gentle arms caress the soul
Now reconciled,
Binding wounds
Where wounds bleed no more;
Night bound eyes see again
The precious face of love.
For a long time,
I had a darkness looming over me
From the inside
Shameful to speak about
Neither is it proud
Caused by a broken and a used heart
I thought it would forever stain me
No rain could ever wash away its haunt
And then you came
And the darkness became lame
The shadows in me began to banish
Like a resurrection of the heart
It once was, but with your presence it began to vanish
You redeemed my purity
And brought back the pieces in me that shattered
Now i think ive experienced true love...
Finally i see clearly
I leave my four walls
and walk away from the hardness
And coldness of my surroundings
I find the steps that have no footprints
Deep into nature’s sanctuary
With each step I feel more alive
And regain a part of myself
I need this
I ache for this
I have longed for this
Each step brings with it
The awareness of how long it’s actually been
I plant my feet on the softness
Of the earth
I breathe in uncorrupted air pure and healing
I sit on pillows of the greenest mosses
And fill my senses
Nature’s aria
Scents that I savor
The peace, oh God yes, the peace
I close my eyes as my emotions settle
God how beautiful you have made this world
This is the inner sanctum
The true holy of holies
It restores my soul
Invigorates my devotion to you
Blesses me with an ardor for life
And brings me peace
There is harmony between
Mind, body and soul
A union between myself, nature, and You
And I am in one accord
Each time when I visit I wonder
Have I stayed away too long
Once again will you be able to revivify me to consciousness
Resuscitate my spirit and make me whole
And always the answer is
Amen
Cinquain 01 2017
Exiled
gone, migrated
unforgiving tears, hell:
Jesus found me, Hallelujah
sacred
NOTE: The final line could use "holy" instead of sacred, because both mean "SET APART." However, sacred works better for now. "Holy" might be confusing, if only for its "holier than thou" tendencies among religious folk. I'm not religious - but I have been blessed with a saving relationship with Jesus Christ: Yeshua ha Meshiach. Thanks all, and shalom. Deo
Walls built on walls,
Temple over temple,
Cities built to last,
Read about their past.
Crumbling stones
Mingled with the ashes
Tell their story . . .
Civilization ended.
. . . Now . . .
A sign on a cathedral,
“YOUR DONATIONS ARE NEEDED
FOR THE RESTORATION
OF THIS TEMPLE.”
Plans built on plans,
Life built for success,
Achievement after achievement;
Shattered dreams
Mingled with despair;
Lost on that journey,
See the fallen star;
Future suspended.
. . . Now . . .
A sign on my heart, for God,
“YOUR PRESENCE IS NEEDED
FOR THE RESTORATION
OF MY SOUL.”
Hand a pen ,break the silence.
Let the world hear our voice.
Write a song, create a poem.
Hand the tool for our future.
This is the high time to act, to react.
Too many people, too many lives.
Had wasted and gone so fast.
Through terrorism's act,attack.
Hand a pen, tell the world.
Children are suffering around the globe.
No food, no shelter,no clothes.
Will there be a future,where is hope?
Nation stands over nations.
No clear visions, full of illusions.
Poverty seems has no solution.
Industries causing pollution.
Hand a pen, speak your mind.
Royals are ruling,ruining lives.
Dictators,parliaments,ministries.
Why they can't solve these miseries?
No division, fair consumption.
Spread the wealth in proper distribution.
No partiality, kill crabmentallity.
Pull each other hands to serenity, equality.
Light the torch, spread the news.
This is the moment to hear our views.
Wear the weapon of restoration.
Hand a pen, make a new dimension.
Lord, breathe in me Your breath of life,
Awaken my slumbering soul.
Fill me with Your Holy Spirit,
And I will be made whole.
Remove from me my guilt and anguish,
Cleanse me from my grievous sin.
Here I am in full surrender,
My heart is Yours, Lord, enter in.
Restore the joy of my salvation,
Infuse me with Your love divine.
Knowing You is all that matters,
I am Yours and You are mine.
7/26/21
For Brian Strand's You Choose Poetry Contest
My ripped-out tongue;
it was given back by you
so I can declaim.