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Premium Member Spiritually Interrupted

SPIRITUALLY INTERRUPTED.

I CAME TO EARTH WITH 
EVERYTHING IN TACT.
I was happy curious and 
with rapid anxiety.
couldn't wait to bring the 
good news from the place
where I had just come from,
To my new home here on earth.

It was just an
overwhelming understanding.
that I had,Wanted badly
to share the joy as I arrived
I studied my mothers face.
She was beautiful !
I saw no father.

As I knew what a
mirror was immediately.
The science of images 
and reflections innate. 
many secrets held in my D.N.A..
and I was well pleased.
Delight and light 
surrounded me then.
Everything was good.

Somehow my
senses were acute;
Bees-Butterflies,dandelions.
praying mantis
even earthworms-
were my playmates.
Mud pies and the smell of dirt. 
Everything was intact 
when I came to earth.

Seemed like a lovely place.
Riding my tricycle-
was quite like the freedom
I had known in my other home.

Then hooverd a cloud over me.
a dreary cloud, 
Tears were streaming
I heard mommy crying.
She was only a child 
I tried to make her 
smile again. I wanted to know
but, she cried even more.
I tasted anguish for 
the first time that day.

I was spiritually interrupted
afraid, insecure, and confused
confounded by the blanks and the
sudden disconnection,  
I built up a wall;
The wall protected me 
from the cacophony
of loud ,big people shouting.
I retreated into my safe world.

Grown-ups they annoyed me
All of them ( The big People )
They were different,
I vowed to never forget my original self.
I vowed that I would always 
hold on to my Spiritual soul. 
Years passed and I gathered 
more of their distorted truth's 
I wanted to enjoy the
body I was placed in. 

The body I had 
before the distractions of curves..
Before the mind noise.
Before the blood that 
caused me distress
I could hardly hear 
my inner-voice.
I prayed to my inner God.
Too much to know-
Too much too soon.
My innocence melted 
like a snowball in a furnace.

The lust of the big people 
no longer allowed 
me the freedom childhood. 
Now jaded with the 
burden of womanhood
and my childhood was arrested..
My spirit was abruptly interrupted.

Premium Member Spiritually Ill

Long was my time of proudly witnessing 
her endless charms ability to seed smiles and 
respect with Southern wiles aplenty.

Then, intrusion of quick insist, in shadowed shift, 
gave glimpse of her facial expression failing her 
known impression and lilt.

Flash lit sad scripts and ego drips, pained my 
daughter pity adrift.   Each year since, our 
shared authentic love became more ripped as 
she brazenly exposed self-loathing, clothed in 
superior mode and attitude maintained by pathetic 
tries to admire herself in other’s eyes.

Spiritually the Best

When I was free…
the little me, bigger than me now,
where all I sensed had condensed
to being grown somehow.
When others have forgotten
ourselves have always been…
reflecting the collecting
Miracles of being.
The glory that surrounds us
the beauty we ingest
Shapes us and defines us
Spiritually the best.
Am not sure how they lost it
for I have also wept
Though the little spark opposed to dark
somehow I safe kept.
My wish to all the suffering
cherish all the precious
Guard your soul and don’t let go
for when you do, you perish.


Spiritually Connected

They communicate with me through feelings,
They send messages to me in visions and dreams
They don’t control me through my spiritual gift
They don’t even try
Rather I want to express their message to world,
That’s for me to decide
I always pray and ask God if that’s
The right thing to do
 Because I don’t want to be judged by some of you
I really wish I can
Get people to understand
We are all connected in some way
Through spirit and life
Wish we can stop the evil deeds people do 
Some of us empaths can feel that too
If you are close to me but far away, I can still feel you 
In some way, we are all connected

Premium Member Spiritually Fulfilled

Gazing at the sky
Spiritually fulfilled
Cherished memories

6/19/2015


Contest Name: Senryu on Your Own Existence 
Sponsor: Marvin Celestial
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member - Haiku X 361 - spiritually rich color -

                                          perfection beauty
                                    lilacs - with purple clusters - 
                                        fragrance drifts around


Premium Member Spiritually Speaking

When I'm in the spirit 
There's nothing I can't do 
I'm lifted up and crowned elect
A member of a chosen few.

I now know things I could not know
And understand the mystery 
I sought the kingdom and the truth
It was the truth that set me free.

His kingdom is so full of light
It quickens ordinary men
Whose image under go a change
Till they began to be like Him.

Eternity is His to give because 
Eternally He lives
Encompassing in His great hands 
All that there is beginning to end
That ends just to began again.


RETA PRUITT
August 30, 2016

Premium Member The Awe of White Flowers

Regardless of kingdom, class or division,
Whether labelled exotic, tropical or wild,
All white flowers are favored by my vision
As pure perfection, peaceful and undefiled.

White blooms whisper a symphony crescendo,
Dancing and thrilling my inner light with awe.
Ivory buds melt stress snarls to a mellow,
Spiritually enhancing, soul deep thaw.

My inner spark glows fresh, pristine elation
Beholding white petals thick, crisp purity.
Vivid white softens life with calm creation
Of unsullied, ideal clustered surety. 

White flowers grow innocent serenity
Displays with chaste, passionate, pacifist ways
To gift bouquets of velvet tranquility
And genuine, snow-calm softness to my days.

Premium Member Spiritually Speakin'

The songs referenced in this poem are listed in the Library of Congress and classified as ***** Spirituals. This poem is not racial. Rather, it is a heartfelt tribute to those who helped shape the spiritual truth of America. The idea for me to write the poem was inspired by my good friend, Gershon Wolf, to whom I owe a vote of great thanks as well as to my Brother In Christ, James Edward Lee, Sr. Praise God from whom all Blessings flow!



SPIRITUALLY SPEAKIN'


He's Got The Whole World In His Hands

It don't matter if Nobody Knows The Trouble I've Had

And that I Gotta Walk Dis Lonesome Valley

'Cause one day I'm gonna Steal Away


But first, I gotta Wade In The Water Just Like John

Then I must wait 'til that Sweet Chariot swings down low

In the meantime, It's Me, It's Me O Lord

Standin' In The Need of Prayer


The other John, John The Revelator

Done said The Gospel Train Is Comin'

So Git On Board, Little Chillun

But for now, I'm Just A Poor Wayfarin' Stranger


While I am waitin' for that train

I Got Peace Like A River

And you may ask me why

It's 'cause Ev'ry Time I Feel The Spirit


Movin' In My Heart, I will Pray

Then one day when I'm old and grey

My prayer will surely be

Do Lord, O Do Lord, Do Remember Me


All my life I know His Eye Is On The Sparrow

But when He comes back Dem Bones, Dem Bones

Dem Dry Bones gonna hear the Word of the Lord

That's when all o' God's chillun be singing'


I Got Shoes, You Got Shoes, All o' God's Chillun Got Shoes

Gonna Walk All Over God's Heb'n

But Wait 'Til I Put On My Crown

'Cause I no longer Feel Like A Motherless Child

Spiritually Speaking

Like art, religion is subjective,
beauty in eyes of those obliged
followers experience aesthetics  
within their own realms of rapture,
differing philosophies kickoff wars
amidst myriads of gods to choose,
merely beholden beyond spiritually 
wholly invested belief in one true entity
inasmuch as thy brethren's blood is shed in
the name of an all-consuming omnipotence
© Paloma P  Create an image from this poem.

Spiritually Ill

In a spring breeze I feel content-
Nothing to do or say, except to repent.

Even as time continues to rob me of my life-
God's Holy assurance aides me in times of strife.

So let the harassment continue at your will-
Because in the end, you will be spiritually ill.

Note: for certain people @ A.C.

Spiritually Belongs

Do you think this world needs some mending? Anger, vice, hate abounds.
Take a good look, wars, killing, famine, and diseases pestilence, all around.
What this world needs is love, something man will never know.
Carnal selfish man wanting what he knows not, getting through life somehow.

Our Father long ago scattered men to the far ends of this earth, confusing men and languages.
The thing that men forget? It’s the Father, He has the final say, all the rest is gibberish.
The Eternal stands above and observes His creation, the fallen man.
God the Father in His infinite wisdom experimented with carnal man, gave him choices, Understand?

With His choice Adam ate from the tree of knowledge not the tree of life.
Adam, in his carnal mind wanted what God had the tree of knowledge, the serpent tricked the wife.
Willy, deceitful, evil Spirit one that sinned in His vanity, was cast to this earth.
Waiting treacherously for Eve to make Adam make the choice, God knew this was going to happen even before Adam’s birth.

The Holy Bible, God’s plan, His mystery reveals that’s so, God wanted Adam’s obedience and His love.
A gift, the tree of life the way to true happiness, from God above.
You can’t have lukewarm faith, like Adam’s, remembering God’s plan is for us to enter the Kingdom it’s our choice.
The Supreme One God, a patient tolerant loving Spiritual Father, He wants your Spiritual happiness and voice.

Adam by choice failed so his children were doomed to physical, emotional, ailing, sickness and death.
God made us in His image He put in Adam a special place, gave him life and his first breath.
Our Father is everywhere He gives His love to whomever he chooses, now, you as a part of that seed, what will you do?
Make worldly things important, or take heed and make the choice to obey God’s laws and return to the Kingdom that the Father has made for me and you?

Our Father the true God of this universe, His “Word” has stood the test of time,
To obey the deceiver of men and his fallen angels is the real crime.
Jesus had the choice, and He died for our sins and stood spiritually strong.
Our Father, The Holy Spirit, and Jesus are there for us, He wants to be obeyed and keep us safe and spiritually strong.

Evolution In Reverse

Here marks the age
Of evolution in reverse
Though finally escaping 
The clutches of the church

The craze of social media
Has us on our knees
With the touch of a thumb 
We’ve acquired all our needs

We need not for hunting
Exploring or chasing
We swipe and we like
For instant gratification 

Needles mask our wrinkles
Pills hide our pain
Botox and fillers
Soon we’ll all look the same 

Human connection
Replaced with technology 
Materialistically rich
Spiritually in poverty

My Father, My Hero

Poem Title: My Father, My Hero

Written By: Poet Jeremiah

For where I am now 
Dad, It's your hard work and dedication towards my progress

Father,
Your prayers for me was indeed not in vain 
Your cry unto Christ was not a waste
Your fasting and teaching of God's doctrine has indeed made it mark in my future.

Father,
Your financial support has made me who I am today
Your ambition to get me educated is actually amazing. 

Father,
You advise me to always be cool and kind
You told me not to engaged my life activities with disobedience people
You acknowledge me that God love obedience

Father,
With you I have felt no hunger
Everytime you refilled me spiritually and physically
Something I can't pay for ????

Father,
You are such a amazing man
You vision in making me useful is quite unplayable
Without you, I could have been lonely like a ship over the Ocean.

This Poem is delicated to Danny W. Paye  and all the Father who seek the interest of their children ????

Poet Jeremiah ????????
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                           * Heaven's Messiah: Prophesying that at those their end of days; about her globe the childrens hearts shall wax cold; because of it's prolific corruption drenching they as this, plagued world.

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