I saw you seated by the flame,
You outshone in frame and name.
This hand for faint a line I blame,
That has not painted you too well.
I searched you in the jostling crowd.
Your being when I saw set my core aloud.
Such face as yours is not behind the Cloud
As nature still has painted you too well.
Lest I give you o’erwhelming praise,
The doubting Thomas would think me crazed.
They would not credit what my poor tongue says,
Yet well they know my tongue is not a useless Swell.
I had never before heard of the faerie of the sea
They had to prove the existence of her to me
I grew up in Missouri, you see
The “show me state” which should tell thee
we have to see it ourselves, or we will not believe
They took me to the ocean in a boat called S.S. McVee
Faerie of the Sea came swimming by and gave me a nod.
Guess you are the doubting Thomas named Rob?
Beauty clearly dims, excess fears grow,
Yet your love glows constantly in me.
Its goodness my heart each day will know,
So your tender care becomes my plea.
Life means nothing, only prayer’s quest,
It’s your love that grants life true meaning.
Sadness ebbs swiftly, as hearts attest,
On your sweet love, my soul is leaning.
Read slowly to unwrap very well—
Then you’ll hear love’s true voice speaking loud.
Deep in the heart its pure feelings dwell;
Its diction can even make foes proud.
Just know lovers make new odd pledges,
None too heavy for their souls to keep.
Don’t ever be a doubting Thomas—
Sow love in my heart, and joy you’ll reap.
Jesus painted a picture that I alone could see,
no more was I considered a Doubting Thomas.
Despite my many shortcomings He still loved me,
and had given to me hope, truth, and promise.
At times God has placed me on an uncertain path,
it’s during these times he is testing my faith.
Obedience is the key to avoiding God’s wrath,
And dispels any picture I have of Hell’s wraith
Dear Daughter,
Sit inside still waters and receive the baptism of your saving grace.
I know you carried the torch of my love like an olympic runner but
now you must be quiet and rest. I am the Sacred Heart alive in you.
Be still and know that I am water, raindrops of your Holy Blessings.
Don't be like doubting Thomas. I know you don't need to see my
wounds to know that I love you. Those were loving wounds,
meant to save an entire human race. Yes, even you.
Dear Father
I lose all notion of the world as I know it, when I sit here with you.
The walls of this church fall away and I soar like a silent eagle towards
you. My feet hardly touch the ground, and even the statues around me
don't make a sound. Sky and water that is what I'll be when I arrive at
your shore. I will be your sea shell, gather me and hold me to your tunic,
help me be more like you, loving, caring and beautiful.
Authors Quote: "Trust in His power" he said, I was lost like doubting Thomas
displaced in a moment of doubt and erased from all of certainty
Questions unanswered for so long plagued at my senses
if only I had a crystal ball, then I'd know for sure
Dreams that never had a chance skirt my dis-satisfaction
steam opened by the pressure of my two hopeless hands
"Trust in His power" he repeated while recanting the bible
if only I had Faith the size of a mustard seed then
I'd grow tall and secure just like the Sequoia tree
on a snow packed mountain, soaked to the bone with TRUST
Years of not understanding the simple truths of Him
if only He hadn't picked a cankerous mole like me
"Everyone should be proud to be called son and daughter"
this is what he said, then he whispered, " Come to me !"
Quiet and beautiful is the day,
where reflection adjoins -
with bustling children,-
adorned,- with bright,- happy colors and a sense of thankfulness, glory.
It is a stark reality, that must be approached
with Family, Community and the support
of self invited Black Birds and
"just in the neighborhood"- Blue Jays,
comic relief streaking squirrels,
Cats and Dogs on their best behavior,
rolling eyes at each other, like Brother and Sister,
"you can leave it to us, don't be a doubting Thomas,
we have this handled,
save for a containment twitch of tourettes or an acquisitioned snack."
It is a big day for them to chaperone and oversee,
this takes calories.
I witnessed a few quiet moments and reflective genuflective blinks from each in this gallery of motleys,
they know.
How proud the children are that you confided in them.
And your heart is captured here and until your dying day.
He Is, Risen
Breathless feelings, doubts defaulted
Praise for One who made me aware
Each twinkling, the gift of prayer
Raising souls so they’re exalted
Grace becomes the spirit’s promise
Breathless feelings, doubts defaulted
Hope the word of God has salted
Love won’t fail the doubting Thomas
Beauty beyond compare, God’s gift
Fears and tears His light assaulted
Breathless feelings, doubts defaulted
Worship, prayers, promise to lift
Dark despair His kindness halted
Where I am, He is my delight
I live to know of His insight
Breathless feelings, doubts defaulted
In the soul, there comes faith’s promise
Stirring hearts, singing of God’s love
I believe, no doubting Thomas
This is perfect once undreamed of
Stirring hearts, singing of God’s love
Urging dreams in those who believe
This is perfect once undreamed of
Not just foolish, I’m not naive
Urging dreams in those who believe
Life is more than just facts and things
Not just foolish, I’m not naive
There comes a time when souls grow wings
Life is more than just facts and things
We’re on a journey of joy’s light
There comes a time when souls grow wings
‘Tis endless life for those who’re right
We’re on a journey of joy’s light
From within, Jesus reminds hearts
‘Tis endless life for those who’re right
We’ll feel the music when it starts
From within, Jesus reminds hearts
Keep trusting in the amazing
We’ll feel the music when it starts
Whispering love, ever praising
Keep trusting in the amazing
I believe, no doubting Thomas
Whispering love, ever praising
In the soul, there comes faith’s promise
Psalms 63:1 - (KJV) (A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.) O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;
Glowing like the gentle sun, revealing skies
Enthused by luminous hopes, inspirations
Inviting soothing seas, memories, reprise
Feelings awash, hues of vivid sensations
Remembering the most beautiful promise
In rainbow colors, whimsical vibrations
Silencing rain, assuring doubting Thomas
There is wondrous love in the heart who believes
Much more beautiful than the brightest phlomis
Erasing pain and sorrow from one who greaves
His love fills the soul up with amazing peace
It’s the gift for those whose heart truly receives
His blessing, the wonder of love that won’t cease
He’s holding your hand – you’re His masterpiece
Chances she had to be disruptive,
Like others try out The Abortive
And like them unleash The Eruptive,
But she chose to be The Supportive:
For the legs that hop a bit a prop,
To pens asking for more ink "Don't stop".
Soup I thank for proving me active
On matters hyping not The Native.
Tower she does with clean objective,
Her actions shaming The Subjective!
What a lovely meeting in Soup Hall
For slacking verses an overhaul;
Great ideas rolling like football,
Before Doubting Thomas I stand tall!
A deep routed belief that something may not work for you is restraining the results you're looking for.
Life does not begin at birth but just a realization of individuality and you haven't yet found that open door.
All of us are linked as the universe is one song of spirituality
Dissolving the elements, fears and doubts will propel us into a higher vibratory level of humanity.
How can one use what is called the attractor factor?
Within each of us is the power of a nuclear reactor.
It has been stated that intention rules the earth.
We are devine spiritual beings blessed from birth.
Always honor your purpose, your spirit and go after what you desire.
Find what it is you love to do and never let any doubting Thomas quench that fire.
There is nothing missing only what you have not discovered.
Like plush jungles that hide ancient mystical temples, deep within are treasures yet uncovered.
In all that which could have been wearisome
Ended up an experience quite awesome
A process we all believed rigorous
He handled to show himself The Vigorous;
A task we all took for The Onerous,
He easily made us want numerous;
A journey we all judged as The Perilous,
He proved one that would us make sedulous;
Conditions we felt were not innocuous
He treated as safe, this point luminous
And what truly could have been burdensome
Turned out at last to be less tiresome!
If one asked for help, Steve quickly fetched one:
Those who’d leaned on him found it A Great Fun.
Oh! How I wish I’d got this Midas Touch
For giving The Doubting Thomas as much!
Soon We'll Celebrate Easter
(Inspired by Dale and Tammy)
By Franklin Price
04/07/2022
Soon we'll celebrate Easter
When Christ posted our bail
Took our sins on His shoulders
If we believe, He'll not fail
He died on the cross
Crown of thorns on His head
Arose the third day
He no longer was dead
He showed unbelievers
Nail scars, feet and hands
Even showed doubting Thomas
To satisfy his demands
He told his apostles,
Who had seen, also heard
They'd be the last ones to see Him
“Go out, spread the word”
Jesus Christ left this earth
And ascended to Glory
We may follow his footsteps
If we believe in His story
If we're believers, not doubters
That Christ's death takes our sin
When we pass, we will join him
Let forever, begin
Easter Sunday, this year
Will be with Tammy and Dale
Celebrating Lord Jesus
Whose death posted our bail
Words fail me
illogic sickens our world
as we’re caught in the
dystopic distemper
of our times.
The ice cube’s melting
the waters rising,
yet our house burning
as this ill wind blows
nobody no good
and that puff of LA breeze
only spreads the stench
of viral victims.
Our future discounted
by doubting Thomas deniers
prophets of false truths
doubling down on
discounted discredited lies
whilst the cryptocurrency
of insurrection warps
once patriotic minds.
Words fail me.
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