The day is almost over;
Tranquil crossover,
Expands my year's changeover.
His cool voice has never flop,
My quests will not stop:
Restlessly chanting of top.
Until I am a blessing,
And relieve stressing...
I will not stop assessing!
How well I could duly blend
With time, not world's trend...
To get the best; what I fend.
What I wait for all winter...
It isn't a spinster
To bring forward to minster.
So, chill down your quest of it.
Marriage could make hit,
But not only of been fit.
Of altar ravishing rose,
Not what age impose,
But of what trying snow shows.
Which stands rash tempest-like-flood,
That waits the spring bud...
Much likely of stagnant mud!
I listen to Him, above.
When to send the DOVE,
As best friend and true belove.
Like you know of my heart wish ,
If not too childish,
To rent more time been bookish...
Thereafter shall come that time,
Love won't be a crime,
When church bell shall gladly chime!
Stress, strain, grief, anxiety, dejection, and depression
Like tempests, they wrecked the hearts of common humanity
Though it seemed to be from the sea, it's not a transgression.
Each calamity creates squalls that wreck tranquility.
Didn't the disciples put their total trust in Jesus?
Could they not walk with him as children, trusting the father?
Amidst his miraculous acts, why did they feel grievous?
Though they were bodily with him, did their minds flee farther?
Can't God, amidst trials and tribulations, bring about peace?
Isn't the divine power of God active here on earth?
Jesus was sleeping. He was, like a relaxed Zen, at ease.
Couldn't Jesus, despite destruction, bring about rebirth?
Trust! Jesus said, Men of little faith, why are you afraid?
Calm! He said to the storm:. Like a docile steward, it obeyed.
A gentle wave calms thy heart,
Windchimes swirling in the gentle breeze.
Restore thou art,
The road ahead whispers a gentle breeze.
Calming sadness, strength begins.
Power of joy and hope
Happiness wins.
I am finding the power to cope.
Beating battles of unkind,
Finding friends along the way,
Learning how to unwind,
Looking forward to a brand new day.
Jesus walked into the enemy's camp
dressed like a poor soul
Eyes with knives glaring at him
Priests didn't like His answers
Death threats hung around his neck
like a noose the verdict already decided
Yet he walked into the the enemy's camp
they couldn't see or wouldn't see the light
that He shone
He said I am the Light of the world
They planned to kill him crucify him
With lies and nail Him to a cross
because He was Truth
He walked on violent waves
ready to pull Him under yet with every step
with love and mercy Jesus stretched
out his hand like on the cross
To save Peter and us from drowning
Frank Black Blacharczyk
Mathew 14:22-33
My Love, My lord
Your skin glows with the smell of blossoms sweet as the lilies in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your authoritize voice and leaps like a lion at the whisper of your name, My lord.
The evening ascends in on a great dove wing.
I am calmed by your words that I carry into the twilight of star beams and hold next to my heart.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears that would become a joy! You are
My Honey!
As my eyes gaze into your eyes, I am reminded of your smile.
In the hushed hours of unrush, I listen for the last splash last dance light bright
My heated body breathes inside my soul. I wait in the diamond crystal mysteries moonlight for your celestial body so that we may race as one, breast to breast, in search of that glorious flying song on the mountaintops singing on.
We Crest Loving soaring iivisible energy of love rebirth
wings of Soul meet just like it is said a Jewel of love a good thing
good and is good when the soul meet like Our Father created he them.
Ah! !Souls Energy Meet. !/?/!
I stand and listen
the roar and crash of the waves
this beach sound calms me
She
sings songs.
November,
so melodic.
"Breathe the season's poise.
Inhale, embrace quiet."
Festive year's end beckons me.
My total demeanor is calm.
I see Christmas and new beginnings.
110822PSCtest, A November Nonet. Andrea Dietrich
Poetry Soup Syllable Counter. 2P
brisk cold winds settles
across the nation so wide
autumn days are flows in
~
sweat shirt woolen pants
big over coat button up
whosshs- burr cold outside
~
winter days has flows in
brisk cold winds blows on nation
fall gone winter here
11/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
When I am flushed hurling in my sins I am forgiven for God put the calm in me~
12/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
I find solitude along the trodden path
where effervescent sounds from a stream
quiet my thoughts
it descends across green jagged rocks
where the path winds through tall Elms
they stand as sentries... where songbirds sing
through the limbs of morning mist's sunlit glow
of splayed light that pierces dark trunks
moving like a giant chest heaving
from the lungs of nature
their limbs woven overhead...arched
above crumpled leaves that lay against the edges
of my chosen path
I pause to sit in silence
to allow my soul to see and hear
and free my burdens from the mundane
in this wondrous place of solitude
where my mind drifts in dreams
of unfettered thought
with the serenity that surrounds
the songbirds songs
when I turn inward in quiet reflection
5/2/18
Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on glide of song and blessings she does wend.
On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noontime snowfall does ensue;
a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heart-strings.
In diamond-dusted frosted filigree
so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow
for scintillant reflective reverie
your glistened gift you send in silvern snow.
Beloved mother, sainted entity
you hush my cries with snow’s serenity.
Jesus Calms the Storms
Author Dana Redricks
June 3, 2017
Jesus calms the storms
As he speaks, and
the winds must obey
The storms of life will
try to weigh us down
but in Christ we are
anchored in his love
He is an answered
prayer from above
When the floods come
to try to consume our soul
God has the power
to make us whole
He is the unshakable force,
that can never be moved
Train Calms And Settles
Held above the moss, chocking the bog in calm and thick
Train floats over rusting rails then stalls
Wet mist with warm smoke from the engine mingle
Falls back to earth to cover
Iron on iron on the deep grinding steal
Settles with the tracks and stops
The smell of pine from trees not far or near
Give a sense of safety on the marsh
Insects notice the change and circle at the site
Their ancient armor heard above the silence after thunder
In the distance are unclaimed cities
Waiting far off in hope
On the bog there is no help
Insects of the flying kind draw closer
Curious to find a solid meal
Wheels and machine grow greener
Stuck in place
Train calms and settles on its fate
Remains covered by the rain
God calms the raging waters and stormy seas.
He replaces life’s storms with a “gentle breeze.”
He brings stability and speaks; “peace be still!”
This is his purpose for you! And his will!
He brings victory to the battles within…
And takes away eve the darkest of sins!
He is what you need! This very hour!
He can do all this for you! He has the power!
He is our refuge… A present help in trouble!
Though the oceans shake
and mountain rumble!
Why not steer into his harbor of safety,
during this time?
You’ll find he’s patient,
understanding and kind!
He’s is calling you now...
And knocks at your door.
What In the world… Are you waiting for???
By Jim Pemberton
In Life there is so many storms
Come rushing in quick as the wind
With tears falling like rain
With-in the heart so much pain
Feeling shallow emptiness with-in
With words of lightings fiery darts
Shooting across Striking hearts
Feeling Life's Misery of iniquity
Praying on Feeble knees take it away
Lord... Forgive me of my sinful days
Comes Shining Son -Rays
Giving His redeeming Light
Calming every storm... cleansing bright
Healing hearts... with rejoicing warmth
Filling empty space of Love.... with His Grace
Wondering... Why... Life's storms come
What reason... for seasons
Time grows Near
Prepare thy way
Eternity soon Our Lord's Day
Come to Jesus
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