I know the bars.
I know the ceiling.
I know the walls stitched from rules I did not write.
Still—
I reach.
Still—
I dig nails into stone,
not because I believe it will yield,
but because if I stop,
the cage will have claimed me completely.
I am chained but not surrendered.
Broken, but not bowed.
There is no winning here.
There is only choosing:
to push anyway.
to burn anyway.
In that raw and ragged insistence to reach
I remain free.
God is true..and all men remain liars.' Nothing is new under
The sun.!
Flower with head bowed,
Walking among the noise,
Yet the Christ has said,
‘She is adorned with splendor’,
Yet feels the pull of darkness.
timber ~ echoes loud
silent treetop in the clouds
crashes from its shroud
By
David Kavanagh
Any given day
Driving through town
Rushing to work
Heading home
Shopping
A glance out the window
A lonely figure
Bowed head
Desperation
A cardboard sign
Asking for help
What thoughts in his mind
What thoughts of me
No eye contact
No time to stop
Numb
Conditioned
Time to change
Low heart
Where are the brave, those men of courage?
Where are the pious people of God?
Where are the Good who stand and rage,
Where are their voices, the views they had?
Where are the ancient values treasured?
Where are the truths their fathers died for?
Where are the ones whose anthems measured
The passion, endearment for the land they adore?
Bowed into the eerie silence of the grave
Bowed, mute, mere watchers, just like sheep,
Bowed Freedom clutches the chains they gave
Bowed, from the fading stand they failed to keep.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~07.25.15
Anaphora -repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences.
All bowed before the newborn
In that stable forlorn
Shepherds and their beasts
And the magi from the east
The noble men of wealth
Concerned about his heath
Gave gifts of myrrh, frankincense and gold
Gifts his tiny hands could not hold
And at the centre of this scene
Slept the young King serene
The sun bowed down to me
Has sent its brightest gleam
Of violet hues aglow its beams
Immersed my soul whole with its heat
To beg my heart to trust its plea.
My fears I lay aside for Thee
Choosing to believe Thy flares of heat
That soothed my yearning soul to peace
Aware Thy light my fears have freed
My heart complete I give to Thee.
The sun bowed down to me
Unworthy is the way I feel
Return to you Thy love I seek
To live my life in thanking Thee
For never will I your side leave.
By CarolineCecile
copyright © 02.14.10
Warrior of battle
A leader of men
Triumphant in victory
In his Highland glens
His followers unite
In battle ready clans
Willing to die
As they fight for their lands
Burns run red
As thatched crofts burn
To lead ones clan
Is birthed and earned
Lowlanders, fellow Highlanders
In claymore cull
From John O' Groats
To the Isle of Mull
Many campaigns
In week long march
To leave your enemies
Their communities torched
Warrior of Highlanders
Bloodied hands steeped in
His head bowed
To the fallen and beaten
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-2.php
Without a flinch,
Pain walks on a
Hot bed of glass and needles
Then, she bowed to east
My heart is bowed
in suffering,
And all around me
seems dark,
My understanding fails
my situation,
And God seems so
far away.
The promises of God
seem unfulfilled,
And within me the
seeds germinate,
Beclouding my avowed sonship
with doubts,
Over my relationship with
heavenly Father.
Efforts in dutiful praying
failed abysmally,
Attempts on singing praises
hit rocks,
Landing me full plumb
in a strait,
As thoughts my mind
severely assault.
Then I heard Him
say to me,
My grace is sufficient for you.
Cast your mind on me
letting His peace ,
rule your heart and
His love your mind.
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