We don't need to lift
a finger to get saved.
We just need
to open our mouths and confess
that “Jesus Christ is Lord.”
Simple.
Easy.
Do we set our sights
on sin afterwards?
Emphatically no!
Do we suppose we'll never
sin;
we are sinners
saved by God’s grace.
Anyone, everyone, everywhere
can look to the shame
of the cross.
When we look into Christ’s face,
His glorious grace,
why would we turn
our backs?
Now, saved,
all our efforts work
for the Kingdom.
If you believe
you are saved
by your own effort,
here’s a thought:
‘Can we ever be good
enough to merit
heaven?’
Only by God’s mercy
and grace
can we enter
through the pearly gates.
You can disagree;
there is but one truth.
I can’t call this “my truth,”
but still
you are free
to disagree.
If you knew me in the slightest bit, you might understand my point of view.
If you listened to me, you might here my true voice.
I know everything about you, but you can't put in nearly half the effort that I do.
If you won't do anything or even try, why would I stay?
If I stay and try to fix you, it would all just be a waste of my time.
EFFORTLESS*
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frilly white flower, windblown
floating above the cedar
oh my!
how flowers journey
their scattered color
becomes wind.
effortless to be
a flower
in the wind
to let Nature
pull one home,
always home.
*Note: Poem originally written for and submitted in response to Creative Ramblings weekly prompt.(creativeramblings.com/writing-prompts/weekly-prompt-week-16/). This is my original poem.
To love you would be effortless
Easy peasy, free of stress
In quiet times when I'm alone
I write these poems on my phone
They're ways for me to let you know
The inner feelings I can't show
We'd be as one, in perfect sync
Intimate, no need to think
To love you I can clearly see
Effortless, that's how it'd be
And how easy was it to draw memories
But hard was to accept the fact
Of not being able to erase them
How easy was it to be embarrassed by silence
but hard was to accept the fact
that words are no longer able to react
How easy was it to fall in love
still, hard was to accept the fact
Of love always leaving a wrenching impact
How easy was it look in the eyes
But again.. Hard was to accept the fact
Of how looking can transform to drowning in them!
How easy was it to consider 'death' as tragedy of life
But hard was to accept the fact
Of never welcoming it with glory!
When thoughts stop streaming,
purpose of dreaming
ends; as our will bends
to God, soul ascends.
Effort is our cult,
so it's difficult
to simply be still,
as voids within fill.
The doing is done,
God and soul are one;
we become His light,
to our heart's delight.
04-June-2022
The swans that smoothly
and continuously move
glide over the lake.
Surprised am I to realize,
in my life love
never truly existed
with a one and only,
until the word, "try"
was replaced with, "you".
Navigating life together,
in unspoken understanding,
my dear predestined love,
it is natural and effortless.
At long last, I sigh...
I am happy at last,
and the beauty of it is,
you are too,
ever as much as I.
Albatross
An effortless flight with barely a wing beat,
following ships for hours to eat.
They love the windy swept sea,
diving deep with glee.
Protection,
key
direction.
Stop spilled oil at sea!
I send the whole world a plea,
the fishing nets dragging, trap their feet.
"an effortless flight with barely a wing beat"
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February 19, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Andaree/Albatross- An effortless flight with barely a wing beat
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1116-387-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Andaree is a poetic form created by Andrea Dietrich of Poetry Soup.
Everything is with ease
Love
Lord
In effortless glide
Amidst the invisible thermals
Air balloons do soar
Hating the company of only one.
Wanting more but nothing done.
Efforts to escape drowning.
While hopeless lay challenging.
Neglecting final hopes death.
Cursing every taken breath.
Happiness blurred to evaporation.
Forgetting souls slight satisfaction.
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