simple
wayside
momentous
outdoor
prospects
hold
sway
priming
a reverberating
shakeout
&
increasingly
invite
a
melange
of
hallelujahs
renewing
the
meditative
cognitive
elements
again
The white church lifts its fragile hands
Against the burning sky,
And hymns drift out like whispered prayers
Too tender not to die.
The pine trees lean to hear the words
Of grace and quiet fear,
While summer presses close with heat
And judgment drawing near.
A woman bows her careful head,
Her sorrow folded tight,
And hopes that God will read her soul
More gently than the light.
The preacher’s voice, a trembling flame,
Declares both love and loss—
A mercy wide as southern fields,
A shadow shaped like cross.
And somewhere in the gathered hearts
Where faith and longing blend,
A question blooms no hymn can still,
No certainty defend.
For even in the softest psalm,
Where hallelujahs rise,
There lingers doubt as quiet as
The floating dust in open eyes.
The King’s chest of treasure lay bare
Devasted by the cruel jealousies
Of the madness of commoner’s warfare
For dominance in power heresies.
But, finally God’s glory was restored
And all the former graces and strength came in
On fluttering wings the Holy Ghost bestowed
The wealth and riches of heaven carried back within
In an afternoon of providence’s reconstruction
In the perfumed mist of apple blossoms
And Italian boxwood topiary structures.
The angels were its witness with tearing eyes
They started singing Glorias and Hallelujahs
Without them, there’d be no poetry
No songs, no lip service
No books, no Bible, no dictionaries
No libraries or Barnes and Noble
No languages, no need for Babl
No googoo’s or gaga’s
No yelling for the home team
No hallelujahs or amens
Without words, we’d all be pets.
WITH A GENTLE HAND (MYSTIC)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No stained glass, just a quiet sanctuary~
her hands, a cathedral of skin and bones.
Eyes closed, fingers laced together, a fragile turret~
her hands pointing towards heaven.
With her gentle hands, she silently prays~
a silent language spoken to the Unseen.
Her knuckles, beads on the rosary of faith~
the soft curve of her hands saying surrender.
In her private convent, a connection is formed ~
effervescence flows; tranquility descends upon her spirit.
The heavy burden of suffering is brief~
given over to a higher source.
Her prayers acknowledge something greater~
an admission of need, a submission humble.
No grandiose ‘hallelujahs’ or declarations~
only murmuring of hope, held in her tender hands.
beyond this world, high up In the skies
there is a Nature beyond our comprehension
where heaven Transcribes with faith to baptize
this is a Home too amazing not to mention
hallelujahs Encourage the souls who believe
in our Savior, whose Love will not deceive
He Is the answer for everyone who is in need
He is light that is everlasting, despite our Greed
although Hearts may worry or grieve our past
He offers grace and love That will always last!
Two nights from now
for the 3,337th time
Israel will tell the story
of her redemption
from Egypt
from generations of enslavement there
On that night there will be
suspense, screams and tears
rejoicing and Hallelujahs
tears of fear and relief
cries of jubilation after all these years
Even before you ask it
the answer to your question --
An aura surrounds Passover night
an aura of anticipation
of expectation
that God Himself
in all His glory
will wreak havoc
and judgment
on Pharaoh and Egypt
On her no-gods
on ‘Ra,’ her ‘mighty Sun-god’
on the Lamb, the ‘King of her gods’
for He will do so by cover of Night
slaying their every first-born
after Israel slaughters the Lamb
Tensile strength bonding us,
forever friends,
holding hands, eyes heavenward,
we three are ONE,
One with the jungle,
one with the trees,
one like the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost;
Glittering green and gold,
we glow,
standing tall,
singing hallelujahs;
Feet feeling the fractured forest,
we flash fire,
we are soul sisters,
we stand together,
united,
unique,
unperturbed,
unmatched;
Blending voices in heavenly harmony,
we create country canticles,
Hush! hearken to us
celebrating celestialism!
We've found what you're searching for!
Look up!
Light linking us,
lighting us,
lifting us,
liberating us!!
tonight …I’ll romance scented silence
as dusk kisses the heart of harlequin horizon~
dripping memories ~ in cacophonous clemency…
but to feel the finesse flames of love,
illuminating the trembling tip of a sizzling skyline,
I’ll draw a smoky stairway to the stars;
an ambience of garnet granules… shifting, in crooning colors…
for between the rising sighs of the sun
and the setting eyes of the moon ~ farewells float;
like ineffable verses frozen in timeless rhythm..
I ponder, is the sky a gloaming mirror of eternal footprints,
unveiling hallelujahs of heartbeats in heaven?
as I still hear your song, paused on repeat, in our favorite chorus…
~ perhaps I am a word dreamer ~
saturated in weeping winds;
trembling from poetic fever
jolted by twilight tremors
bursting forth acrylic dews
in pigments of pensive blue…
Elegy DEADED SOULS TALK N-WALK
Interment unholy uncovered grounds;
Awesomely truest self instantly found;
The dead bones rise up also them so walk
Ever-presents of open-armed God Crowned;
Humanity and angels sing souls sound;
Spirit of the living dead souls be talk;
Hallelujahs
1/10/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Elegy
Heartfelt harmonizing
Humbled by honored hopes
Healing hallelujahs
Harvest of honesty
Happens in happy homes
Highlights of happiness
Hallowed hearts singing hymns
I saw a boy with hands closed in prayer
Beside him his mother cried in despair
Can I assist asked I
She looked up to the sky
“Ask glue remover to drop from up there.”
*+*
And glue remover from the heavens did fall
Hallelujahs rang out from one and from all
But the boy looked about "I'm just being devout
My hands weren't glued together at all".
Add on written by: Robert Gorelick
And so we wait
knowing we must miss it.
Hoping it happens
the day after
we are no longer around.
Tomorrow arrives
and despite all its beauty
it looks like hell.
It figures though –
we were assured that
up until the End of Day’s
all would be certainly not be well.
Thus being righteously screwed;
even though we stayed up late
painting hallelujahs on the ceiling
and promised to be as good
as God could make us.
Hush!! the quietly;
God creations speaking
Brightly, ever so inside of me;
those the clouds cry out
and the wind whispers
as the colors of nature sing
Hush!! humanity
Listen onto those the birds in the trees
God is tweeting, tweet-tweet-a dee;
His words are speaking
Hallelujah
Be still before Him
Praise, Worship and adore Him
Hal-le, ha-le Hallelujahs
those the clouds cry out
and the wind whispers
as the colors of nature sing
(Listen-Listening)
Hush!! humanity
Listen onto those the birds in the trees
God is tweeting, tweet-tweet-a dee;
His words are speaking
(With thine ear, peace be still listening Listen)
those the clouds cry out
and the wind whispers
as the colors of nature sing
Hush!! the quietly;
God creations speaking
Brightly, ever so inside of me,
Our Father, Our God trying to tell you something;
4/24/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Dedicated TO GOD is SPEAKING MINSTRIES JANEEN BROWN 2
Voices Hallelujahs
Never a word to say
I just don't know what to say
Father, Give me you speech Voices Hallelujahs
Give me your words
I just don't know what to say
Yet instilled in me, your holy vocabulary
Give me your words
So that you may be heard, Voices Hallelujahs
Yet instilled in me, your holy vocabulary
Father, Give me you speech voices hallelujah
So that you may be heard
Never a word to say, Voices Hallelujahs
4/15/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
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