Usually, when the Scriptures record an
Encounter between mortals and a heavenly being, mortals are greeted with, "Be not afraid".
I usually do not question personal stories of
Present day mortals who speak of having seen
Angels, heard an audible voice of GOD, or even
Died and was sent back on a mission to earth.
That is their story, their testimony.
May we who find the need to search for GOD
Be aware that GOD has indeed revealed himself
In the person of Jeaus Christ. We need look
No further than Jesus. Indeed, as was made
Clear to John. We need not look for another.
But as for me, I am content with my present
Faith encounters. I have no desire nor need
To be in search of supernatural encounters
I can wait for mortality to be changed
Into immortality.
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I am happily growing in grace and faith via communicating with GOD through the Scriptures and The Holy Spirit within me. I am not in a
Search for God. It is I who was lost, not GOD.
It is He who found me. And I am happily found.
i am writing my poem for poetrysoup
with no clue what rhymes with poetrysoup
and classical music and sweet tea
perhaps to dispel my anxiety
an ocean is what I have to do
sinking
and poems are gulps of air
emerging
from the surface of things
they give me the freedom to swim
to believe and imagine
being heavenly, heavenly being
i am writing my poem for poetrysoup
with no clue what rhymes with poetrysoup
afloat in a beautiful ocean
hanging from heaven
The sun set peacefully
as I looked out towards
the distant red horizon
of the calm, oily sea.
A gentle breeze caressed me,
I stood on the edge of the beach
leaving imprints on the fine sand.
I loved this lonely beach,
the silence was broken softly
by the azure wavelets
that brushed the edge of the sand.
So much beauty and wonder
despite the darkness
that, like an old fog, descended
upon that peaceful part of earth.
I looked towards the sky
dotted with billowy clouds
that raced below the twinkling stars.
I wondered if my angel was up above,
looking down on me,
guarding me from my earthly woes.
What could I do without
my heavenly being of love?
I felt immense tranquillity,
the beach shrouded in peace
far away from the noisy cities
to which I would have to return.
The stars appeared: the evening star,
was it that heralded
the birth of my Creator?
It mattered not, for I was safe.
He was taking care of me.
I knew I'd never be forlorn.
Those days have passed.
Now I'm back home
among cold concrete blocks.
Yet in my heart is peace
for I can still hear
the gentle lapping of the sea waves
on the peaceful beach
that is my own.
PRESERVE RELUSH- Choose Wisely your What Guards
Your Heart for We are Products of our Environment
The rain mine tears, earthen grounds lusted flesh
I am that I am a light
I am that I am in His sight
Created soul I so shine ever bright
Terrain grounds fervent rains swollen trees
Non disant I am that I am
Heavenly being shining bright- I am light
Darkness please there be nothing in creation
Stand though I am in the atmosphere environment
Nothing on this Earth or universe
Nothing shall in me be dispersed
For God in you, with you, you're the wise shielding part
That guards my heart
As I am a product of our environment
I Choose Wisely what God's my heart
4th Place Win in Contest
10/17/23
For pick a topic sentence poetry contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley
Seraphim a sacred angel a heavenly being, She appeared before me in a vision with her radiant smile and golden wings consoling me in my distresses holding my hand assuring me that everything will be okay not to fear or worry with her glowing smile unquestionably seraphim is the most high’s helper.
Some folks raise their eyebrows derisively
When I speak of the reality of a heavenly being
But I am convinced of their reality, decisively,
I have experienced their presence, even seeing.
Many times, my guardian angels have appeared
To rescue me from the most trying situations
Some whom I have told looked at me and sneered
Not understanding those other world dimensions.
On the other hand, many folks understand
They, too, have felt the presence of family beyond
And have seen the works of the spirits firsthand
Still, too many have listened politely and yawned.
When our loved ones pass on to that other land
They remember to give their loved ones a hand.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written March 11, 2022
"Brian Strands Formal" Poetry Contest
A heavenly being, a messenger
So graceful and divine
Came into view hesitantly
Her smile losing its shine
She yielded out her hand
To examine my porcelain face
Her expression becoming dull
When resisting her secret embrace
Her unexpected look of discomfort
Replaced by grief and sorrow
Would race in my mind forever
Not forgetting by tomorrow
I saw her charming lips move
But couldn’t hear her speak
I turned my head sideways
For incase her voice was weak
The guardian with white wings
Became stormy and inflamed
Emotional distress
To her was not a game
I couldn’t grasp the meaning
Of her wet eyes so, so deep
Her piercing cry, the high-pitched voice
I’d now here in my sleep
She looked to a higher place
Closed her eyes in prayer
Reasoning for me to follow
I follow in despair
Something struck my heart
And she said, “My God, you defy
Repent and ask forgiveness
Or you will live to die.”
My Father Above,
I give thee my love,
My service, my obiedience,
My faith, trust, and diligence
In return for everything
Thou hast given me.
Father
I give thee thanks;
For the flowers, and birds,
And trees, and snakes,
And trials that tempt
Tempt and test me
That make my heart
Turn to thee,
In everything I face.
Oh Father,
Give me peace
Through thy Spirit
Whom I seek.
Give me grace
For I am weak
And know that thou,
Oh God,
Art strong.
I seek to help
All those in need,
And thy sheep
I seek to feed.
To build thy kingdom
On the Earth.
To play my part
And show my worth
As a daughter
Of a King
Of a Divine and
Heavenly Being.
I love thee
Father.
May I do as
Thou wouldst have
May I fulfill
Thy Heavenly Plan
And follow Christ,
Savior and King,
So I may
Reside with thee
In Eternity
Is my humble prayer.
In the name of the
Beloved Son,
Jesus Christ,
The Risen One,
Amen.
Between the clouds
An Aryaa floats
A heavenly being
eating a panini
Munch much munch
she eats it loud
the crumbs drop
onto Milly's face
Milly cried
Aryaa laughed
Aryaa hit Milly with her panini
Milly ran.
This was my dream
A special dream
We will all be friends
forever.
Over the sea galloping upon waves
in the swift uplifting rush of the tide
Chariots of fire blush red the rose swept up
by the whirlwind holding a breathless whisper
Upon these foundations the rock stands
sings out one bird of valuable beauty
sweet music echoing deeply
through the voice of a Heavenly choir
Oh gracious gemstone
you are the fruit of loves light
who pierces the deepest crevices
of one's mind
In a castle of dreams
fringed with gold
bring me a bow
of burning incense
Fragrantly it blossoms in the mind
Consuming divine fire
I come and bow down
to your Heavenly being
(Unrhymed Quatrain) Co written by Maria Mc Laughlin
and Liam Mc Daid
There are times
You see in the eyes of a child
An Angel
Our Alice in wonderland
Through the looking glass
Even General Zia yielded to her charm
In our dreams she is ageless like the winds caress
Look deep into her heavenly being
See the seraphs eyes that lays a kiss upon you
Both young and old
See the hand that holds the poor
Listen to the voice
That united nations
Listen to the heart of Nazia Hassam
In the abyss of night
When without sight
I gaze upon the stars
My mind slips into memoirs
How my heart aches
And my spirit breaks
The longing I feel
For a love that was real
The light in the dark
The hope that you mark
I wish upon your brightness
For a life of justice
Lead me heavenly being
Clear my seeing
End this torture
Provide me shelter
Guide me through
Perfect my virtue
My soul in your hands
Carry me over the lands
I beg of you
Please be my rescue
From this place
Take me in your embrace
Oh brilliant star
Though you shine afar
Hold me in your light
I am your sprite
Angel looks at angelic reflection
Much to her surprise heavenly being
Exact copy of Angel with pinion
Timely moment spiritually freeing
Beauty opens door for supernatural
Soft glow of light as the spirit reveals
This cherub's role in life is natural
Angel has to be a jewel who feels
Her wings will lift her up to ideal
Just as Water Lilies have own beauty
Her allure reflects love that will appeal
Unlike Hydrangea her pure heart of duty
Her purest heart will give her wings in time
Angel will transport to realms so divine
Contest:Reflection
Contest's sponsor:Constance La France
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Heavenly being hovering near
Appear near this fading life
Hold me dear and secure on this long
Distance trip, powered by Light
Cross over gently, hold tight
From the beginning of time,
some souls are paired from their origin
Though two life's separately led,
like twins, a supernatural event
caused by destiny
The feeling of one another's pain, health,
goodness and accomplishments
A soulfulness of realness,
a confidence never to be broken
Divine grace has brought two mortals
together as angelic friends;
bestowing an awareness
of a heavenly being
as they watch over one another
without speaking -
yet knowing
of the others quandary
A kind, quiet
love of graciousness
and serenity
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