Gold upon gold,
half-hidden upon the burning aisle of earth.
Sickle points raised heavenwards,
where mountains belch loudly from the grass
of spontaneous repasts...
Gold, subtle and cream, posted
for the illumination of half days,
when the moiety of stolen glare visits
the eye of the world.
O Gold,
shine on!
You increase my pulse with that gleam,
so breath-taking, like the birth of a mirror.
Sickle of gold, pierce this gloom of distress NOW!
Fall into my palms silently like a Darling’s lone trinket.
Drizzle
Drizzle
Drizzle
Drizzle
Going on for hours and hours
Not a trace of summer sunshine
Cloud-filled sky of rain-filled towers
Grizzle
Grizzle
Grizzle
Grizzle
Can I ever learn to cope?
Is there anything to give me
Just a little bit of hope?
Yes! I lift my hands up heavenwards
Lift my eyes to God’s great realm
Cry to him alone who’s able
Turn the drizzle into sunshine
Turn the grizzle into smiling
Light and life shines over all!
The cup rests warm in the bearer's hands
inviting a swirl fragrant sniff
to savor the wine, palm cupped
a pause before drinking
raising glass to lips
tilting the cup
heavenwards
to taste
head
laid
back
acquiescent
in ritual revelry
The Apostle Paul speaks here earnestly
of the importance to be cleansed
from every defilement of sin
clearing the dirt through our spiritual lens
This cleansing comes in God's power
through his divine merciful grace
praying in and through His Holy Spirit
telling of His love in constant praise
Holiness is so important to God
as scripture tells He's triple holy
proclaiming His pure godly character
to be clothed in holiness solely
Let us live in the fear of God
making us complete in Christ's name
having a right reverential fear
pointing heavenwards our constant aim
Underline with priority these words
cleanse, defilement, holiness and fear
bring them to mind regular and often
hear God's spirit in your inner ear
('let us cleanse ourselves from every defilement of body[a] and spirit, bringing holiness to completion in the fear of God.')
2 Corinthians 7: 1 (ESV)
Stranded midway, my path is
strewn with thistles and thorns.
When turbulence rocks my life,
I lift my eyes Heavenwards,
and beseech- ‘Lord, piolet me’!
When tempests toss my vessel,
l pray- ‘Hold my hand’.
When heartaches leave deep scars,
wish, you come with solace,
showing an exuberance of kindness.
Help me face each day,
endowing me with your grace.
Lord, fill me with love,
to share it with others.
This is all I implore.
Do you ever look into the field of azure
to a plane just a dot in the sky
and imagine yourself in the cockpit
As it freely ambles by
Looking down on this patchwork of earth below
Unfettered as free as a bird
having escaped the bird catchers net
by gravity no longer deterred
Slowly ploughing celestial heights
Scattering seeds of hope
When in the trenches look heavenwards
A visible reminder to cope
Rise above it brethren
Reach out touch the face of God
Draw closer to him he'll draw closer to you
This promise thankfully applaud
As heart lotus blooms ~
soul heavenwards zooms
10-August-2022
Giving up struggle,
with love let’s snuggle;
our heart joyful thus,
aboard God’s bliss bus.
Plot not loss or gain.
Striving is in vain.
Touch divine cherish;
all else will perish.
Love quenches our thirst,
felt as a bliss burst,
if we’re here now still,
aligned with God’s will.
Bliss rapture untamed,
just cannot be named.
As heart lotus blooms,
soul heavenwards zooms.
02-August-2022
Assign not ownership
to cravings of ego
rooted in dark desire,
being but illusions,
in this world, they aspire.
Assign not ownership
to imagined knowing,
that seeks but an applause,
deepening delusion,
ignorant of God’s laws.
Assign not ownership
of our enablements,
which are by God bestowed,
instead choosing to heal
souls to whom love is owed.
Assign not ownership
to the poems we write,
for these words are His gifts,
which if aligned with love,
our soul heavenwards lifts.
27-July-2022
At each breath’s eventide,
within void of stillness,
with divine laws abide,
entwined with That oneness,
heavenwards we thus glide.
At each breath’s eventide,
sans thought interference,
bliss throbs rising inside,
make felt their appearance,
blushing like a new bride.
At each breath’s eventide,
awareness self-aware,
with conscience as our guide,
lays before God, soul bare,
having no cause to hide.
At each breath’s eventide,
imbibing soma sweet,
that is freely supplied,
head to feet, bliss replete,
we enjoy the joy ride.
06-April-2022
And shall this piece of twisted wire
bring me all I could desire,
and will this ugly-looking button
that tears my flesh to shredded mutton,
grant me up there a first-row seat
where heavenly angels come to meet?
Can Heaven in mercy ever cover
my slaying children with their mother?
What of those maids in Paradise?
I yearn for them, but what's the price?
Lo, I behold a pale white dove.
Is this a sign from Heaven above?
No more to see the golden sun,
the silver moon when day is done?
Renounce the joys of married bliss
for an airy-fairy virgin's kiss?
Should I God's earthy gifts despise.?
There's time anon to Heavenwards rise.
Spring
Green buds on beach trees
Bluebells carpet forest floor
New born baby cries
Summer
Sleepy afternoon
Fly humming at window pane
Cornstalks bent with gold
Autumn
Ghostly morning mist
Blue smoke curling heavenwards
Incense of burnt leaves
Winter
Starry velvet sky
Silent snowflakes drifting down
Wolf howls at the moon
let us turn our senses inwards
heart lotus erect heavenwards
emptiness of form magnetised
soul in cave of heart realised
path of stillness not for cowards
31-August-2021
It laughs with the coming of spring,
on riverbanks wild grasses cling,
flowers waft a scent through faint mist,
on gentle winds leaves sway and twist
It drifts and floats with its current,
pursuing visions not urgent,
but flowing spontaneously down,
to merge with the sea its own crown
It carries a song in its heart,
not let tempests wrench it apart,
cherishes the music pulsing,
inside deep waters, caressing.
How exquisite this nature’s bond,
boundless, untouched till time beyond
the breath of the universe blows
over their depths, grace it bestows.
So I gather my thoughts in joy,
lift them to the light to enjoy,
blaze a path heavenwards to fill,
and say to my soul, “peace, be still”.
@jjote 042621
A couple of ruins leave the cathedrals
nave and portico;
it is always molting season,
mice and beetles help
they nibble and gnaw,
wind-laborer’s, labor,
their whiplash backs bent,
to lever slates and all things loosened.
The sanctified, they guard their stony hearts
but the edges were made to crumble,
made to be returned to rubble.
The two twined ruins
exiting these ancient piles
were created to be spans and transits
for the upliftment of saintly figures,
no one will miss them, yet their
plinths, their buttresses
their embossments
until recently
held a small alcove heavenwards
a niche, that will probably
lose its faith soon,
toppling one year at a time
into an agnostic downfall.
The two ruins are so disfigured
as to be nothing at all,
but they are moving in mysterious ways
to where a tireless worker
will help them rise again,
but of course dust will stir up dust,
the mice and the beetles
will continue
to nibble and gnaw, however
the Maker will be ready
once more
to return dust to cathedrals.
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