Best Witnessing Poems
Under the broad sweep of endless sky,
In that rare and hallowed moment
When the moon, in audacious stealth,
Edges before the sun,
A quietude descends, profound and deep.
The air, thick with anticipation,
Holds its breath;
The earth, in its tireless orbit,
Pauses—in reverence
To the grandeur to which we all belong.
This spectacle, this dance of light and shadow,
Where the day is night and the sun is dark,
Unveils the universe’s unfathomable mystery,
A reminder of our fleeting passage
In the boundless march of time.
As the corona flares,
A crown of light, ethereal and untouchable,
Encircles the shadowed moon—
A garnered glimpse into the sun’s hidden majesty.
In this moment, we are but specks,
Yet infinitely connected to the cosmic ballet.
This eclipse, eagerly awaited, a miracle witnessed,
Serves not just as a meeting of celestial bodies,
But as a bridge across the void,
Linking heart to heart, soul to soul,
To the very essence of existence itself.
In awe, we stand,
Observers of the universe’s embrace,
Witnesses to the endless dance
Of light and shadow,
Of time and space,
And the quiet, enduring marvel
That is life, in its myriad forms and fleeting beauty.
Woman of God
Witnessing for Christ
In hopes to Save Souls
Through Our Savior
Jesus Christ
They too.. can obtain
Eternal Life
Through God's Divine Light
Speaking words of Faith
With Tender Loving care..
Spreading Truth.. Everywhere
Of God's Eternal Gift
Of His Glorious Love...
Eternal Salvation
With Your Inspirational Love
Encouraging Words
Faithfilled Prayers
Day by day..
Showing You care
God guides your way
Shining God's Beautiful Light
Woman Witness for Christ
Beautiful Treasures
God's Love Imprinted
Designed within Your Heart
In hopes other's become a part
Unity.. body of Christ
Becoming born-again
Saving Souls.. to obtain Eternal Life
With Our Savior.. Jesus Christ
Keep Your heart a-Glow
In hopes others come to know
Through Jesus Christ..
God's Glorious Love.. Over Flows
Gift of Grace.. Salvation
Praise God.. in all we do..
Salvation is given for me and You..
As a Radiant Night
Sweet Delight
Twilights gleam
You are More
Then you know
God gave You
His Undying Love
For You.. to Glow..
You Shine.. Everlasting..
Radiant.. Altimes..
As Your.. Beautiful Soul
Within Sweetness
God given Honeycomb heart
Witnessing for God
Letting other's know
As God's Messenger
About God's Glorious Love given
Through Jesus Christ..
They too can obtain Eternal Life
You Shine more
Then a Sparkling Diamond
With Many Colors of Love within..
Manifesting.. Such Radiant Light
Glowing Forever so Bright
For All others to See...
Treasures of Beauty
Of God's Precious Love
Imprinted within thee
Deep within Your heart
Fire is Lit.. Eternal Flame Burst
Glowing.. Showing
Shining.. Delight
Showing Others
How beautiful God’s Love
Truly is Divine.. Glorious Light
You are.. A True Man of Christ
You are a Treasure
Devoted With Blessings of Love
Faith Beyond Measure
Tender-Loving.. with Compassion..
Keep Your Heart Light Lit..
Praise God.. Your Eternally Equipt
Praying.. Saving Souls..
Bringing other's to God's Eternal Light
Born-again through Our Savior
Jesus Christ
Keep Shining God's Divine Light
Blessed be 'Man of God'
Witnessing for Christ
to Other's In hopes
they too.. Shall Recieve
God's Gift of Eternal Life
Praise God.. in all we do..
Salvation is given for me and You..
In the late 1970s I was a bricklayer, and for about half a year we worked in a new housing allotment along a state highway in Ohio. There were towns in the area, and a small city about 10 miles away, but at the time this was still countryside. 15 or 20 of the houses had their lots right on the highway, and across the road was a cemetery. As we worked, we could see all the traffic going along the road.
One guy we saw every day. He was a small man, an older man, though it was hard to say if he was in his 50s, or 60s or even 70s. In the early afternoon he'd come down the road, and turn into the cemetery. After a time - usually about an hour - he'd leave, and this was 7 days a week, regardless of weather. The easy guess was that he was visiting his dead wife's grave.
He sat absolutely still in the car, and the car made almost no sound. It was a small, light Plymouth or Chrysler, colored gray. Must have had a small, smooth engine - you could hardly hear anything. He always wore a hat, a light tan color, and his shirts were light gray or off-white. He drove slowly, staring straight ahead. That's what I really remember about him, the sense of slowness, quiet, an almost infinitely light touch upon the world.
I
stared as
she lay on
her side struggling
to accomplish what nature demanded.
I was seven--wide-eyed and curious.
She was straining.
Then out came
a small
wet
glob--
and four
more! Mama
Kitty cleaned her
babies lovingly. What a happy day!
May 2, 2018, entered in Craig Cornish's Emotions That Rock You Contest
We
richly green mountains
of germinating
Jeremiah prophetic strength
Before we formed you
in our valleyed womb,
we knew you
Before you came to life
rebirthed
we consecrated your humane species
We witness your
polycultured prophecy
to Earth's linguistic continents
We transubstantiate
and thereby bless
this sacred grace
taking late summer's place
in cooperative ecofeminist space
Beyond merely humane reflections
back upon our ancient organic roots
and verdant face
Resisting degreening States
of monocultural disgrace,
Restoring humane humility
before and after
our primal longing
for deeply resonant
resilient co-gravitation
Stronging for a safe
and healthy
Holy Pinnacled
panentheistic race
toward our more therapeutic
rivered valleys
Away from terrifying
mountainous
overwhelming
disenchanted layered stacks
of inhumane trauma,
undivine disgrace.
We witness
this polyculturing faith
in lucid
limned Lucian integrity
undisplaced
Harboring this grass mowed meadow
in-between luminous
latticed fertile mountains
interpenetrating sensory valleys
flowing out
down deep
root systems,
family networks,
Earthly primal grace
Longing to complete
what Father Sun's enlightenment
celebrates
Witnessing MotherEartha's
richly responsible respect
uneffaced
ConCelebrating Earth's matrimonial majesty
co-habitating late summer's holy
co-empathic witness
of eternal
sacramental weddings
Formed in mountainous wombs
passionately repurposed
played and danced
sung through spoken words
wedding webbed time
unreplaced
in this most sacred
witness space.
Walking down sidewalk
Watching cars pass by and by
Looks from side to side
In dismay looks down
Now hating every roadster
Death smears on one tire
I'm at the mall
waiting for my new lenses
to find their inside home
in my old outside frames,
Hopefully
not like new wine
in old
opaque skins.
I try to engage
with an anthro-war story,
"The Invisible Woman"
Feeling myself silently camouflaged
in a sedate sitting area
sparsely inhabited only by my eyes
searching
and ears
spying
Listening for what invisible witnesses
hear
and empathically feel
"In wartime,
trusting the wrong person
can prove fatal."
How much safer is trust
in peace time?
anthro-dominated
industriously capitalized.
Does living Earth
even feel like peace time?
Or Business As Usual
domestic abuse,
neglect,
silent, but not really nonviolent,
atrophy?
Degenerating entropy?
of a human child's boundless curiosity,
enthusiastic health,
win/win wellbeing
panentheistic luminosity.
"Virginia...
will do everything in her power
to avenge the brave people
she lost."
Is the only important difference
between brave patriotic people
and innocent victims of autocracy
a sacred v democratic division?
between anxious war
sacredly declared
and every shopping day
peace deal making
between secularized
competing consumer commodifying diplomats
Perpetually undeclaring
rights of conscientious
personal bodies
to remain innocent
of ballistic
nihilistic
trauma producing
and stress consuming intent.
Is hero-worship the only moral distinction
between society's righteous reactionary revenge
and personal power's need,
want,
self-righteous entitled greed
to avenge?
"Virginia knows,
now more than ever,
that failure is not an option."
A lot of pressure
stress
fear
anger
internal oppression
when mortality
and disempowering defeat
and disabling wounds
physical and mental,
natural and spiritual,
are not an option
When power is a weapon
wielded over OtherTribes
and cannot be a tool
kindly and carefully offered
without Othering.
Like seeing
with win/win restorative lenses
in old win/lose traumatized
Business As Usual
anthrosupremacist frames
For spying how exhausted I am
by silently witnessing
uncivil
anthro-war stories.
We're Witnessing a Travesty
By Franklin Price
9/13/2016
We're witnessing a travesty
In congress on this day
They've done it many times before
Must always have their say
A hearing on the server
That was used by Hillary
The FBI resolved it
Congress will not let it be
Congress is wasting money
It's not budgeted to spend
It's a judiciary decision
To resolve it in the end
Congress hasn't done their job
For many many years
They're not the judge and jury
The Constitution makes that clear
All the witnesses plead the fifth
Was the greatest thing to see
The hearing's going nowhere
Which is where it ought to be
Whether or not corruption
Brought the hearing to the floor
Next time take it to the courts
And not to Congress any more
passive agression
schizoid fantasy
she seemed patient
like green earth
quiet and withdrawn
like a hermit
interjection of thoughts
projection of wants
red wine
we are walking
white sand spreading
music of the heightening
waves capsizing
the fortress of black
rock
distorted emotions
conversion of sublimed
lust
we are uniting
union of ecstasy
blessed
witnessing mermaids
Does every child break their mothers heart? Or is it just for us?
The infrequent visits leaves gaps and years apart
Newly bought towels and sheet sets. Neatly folded and folded again with love and care.
Placed lovingly and rearranged in time of wait.
Anticipation. That’s were the love shows, too big to express.
The dreaming, planning and expectations built up.
The wistful longings of Christmas's together, that could have been but never was.
The laughter and running after grandkids in endless summer days, tired of their long visits, that didn’t come through.
The places never visited, the activities that never came to be.
The hope to share each others day. The trials and the tribulations.
The words never spoken, the love barely confessed. The heartache and the sadness never expressed.
My childhood was filled with joy, love and magic. My love is deep and true. My days lived without you, yet you are so so close.
Leaving wasn’t about you.
The life we didn’t live is a whisper and eco in my days. The roads we didn’t go and the paths we didn’t take.
They are speaking to me today load and clear
In one of them we would go hand in hand and share everything
We would share it all
Letting Go and Calm Witnessing
When U have no solution
You tried it all; Fate Insists you fall. You no longer stand tall
Such moments come often
We try to forget the falls - feeling nothing, helps find your nobodyness
If we hold up a "failure at Solution"
That moment is a mix of doing nothing AND "doing along" with the Universe
When you felt nobody cares (loss of attention)
That mix of nobody with everybody, Multiverse
Is deep insight: becoming nobody makes us everybody with Universe
BACKGROUND: I was a Hindu as one born into such a family in South Africa may be a Hindu, away from India. This meditation is similar in the impetus to Jesus's frequent TWIST of OPPOSITES in the New Testament. The high will be brought low; the meek shall inherit the earth - or more; dying is the way to real living: mainly Matthew 5, 6, 7 or The Sermon on the Mount.
Let us cite a few examples from Paul: I am strong when I am weak; I can do nothing but in Christ I can do anything and everything --
2 Corinthians 12:10 and 2 Corinthians (Epistle) 4:7.
Shalom, shalom to Great Harrys & Marys, Vijays & Ordinarys. LuvYa
Witnessing
By: Miracle Man
6/4/2023
Sometimes from our simplest act of serving,
we influence others within the sound of voice.
We should never question whether deserving,
Because God didn’t cede any man that choice.
Sometimes our words
Have a great impact on the life of another.
Tom
Matthew 25:40
40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
There,
upon the edge of fantasy,
it seems,
she stands
looking out
over the placid lake.
I stand,
just watching her
and taking in
the magnificence
of her fitting with nature
as beauty becomes
one.
Be it a dream
or be it real,
I pray this scene
never leaves
my eyes
nor my mind.
Not even Wild horses can keep me away
From what I need to tell everyone today
Come Spread God’s Word across the land
Do it now for Time is at hand
I’ve written a poem
Accepting Christ
I’ve already did this
Long time ago in my life
I want others to know
How to be born-again
Before it’s to late
In all life comes to an end
So come to Jesus Christ
Ask for forgiveness of your sins
Become Born-again
Receive Eternal life with Him
Our Lord Our Savior Jesus Christ