Ceremonies for festivals
Rainbow colours
Dress the streets,
People in their latest best
Matching paints of salon fares
Made to look like a picture book.
Shoes shinning reflecting
Cleansed ‘soul’
Or ‘sole’ not worn.
White teeth glittering
In the shinning street,
Laughter filling every space
With voices trailing along the way.
Ceremonies for festivities
Only for a day.
Smiles then vanish
Into the setting festive air.
Categories:
ceremonies, celebration,
Form: Free verse
Sacraments and rituals will not
Bring forth our holiness,
They're empty ceremonies that
Just make men walk in darkness.
Pious genuflections, deeds-
They make us think we're good.
Truth is in His Word, it leads
To God, not to gods of wood.
Once for all, Christ shed His Blood,
We receive Him in our hearts.
He's not in that bread, that's no God!
They're lies religion imparts.
Religion does not save, it blinds!
God showed us just one Way.
In Christ alone one truly finds
The Truth and Life he needs today!
God is unseen, He is Spirit.
He's not seen by human sight!
The Word is where our God we'll meet
In the heart's where we find light.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~03.19.19
"There is a way that seems right to man,
but in the end it leads to destruction."
Proverbs 14:12
"Man looks at the outward appearance
but the LORD looks at the heart."
I Samuel 16:7
"God is Spirit, and His worshipers must worship
in spirit and in truth." John 4:24
Categories:
ceremonies, bible, jesus, truth,
Form: Quatrain
What a privilege! What a treat!
My thumbs are thumbs-up thumbing
Because today, in “Cabaret,”
On stage was Alan Cumming.
Born to play this role as M.C.
Of the Kit Kat Klub,
If he were sick, I’d hate to be
The guy called in to sub.
From wicked grin to dimpled smirk
To knowing, coyish wink,
He let us in all on all the jokes,
Delighting in the kink.
Though “Cabaret” has been produced
For years on loads of stages,
I’m oh-so-lucky that I saw
The M.C. for the ages!
Categories:
ceremonies, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
In
just-spring
this year,
the world was not
mud-luscious nor
puddle-wonderful,
but dry,
the stark trees
bare and clacking in the wind
above the brown lawns
and fissured earth,
the land trod
by old men in cracked leather boots,
coughing hoarse whispers under leaden skies,
Categories:
ceremonies, angst, sad,
Form: Free verse