DAILY IMAGING GOD’S LABORS OF LOVE
Simon of Cyrene,
Is mirrored in me each day:
Me, helping others:-
With Simon’s spirit,
I daily aid cross-bearers;
God served, serving them:-
Like Cyrene’s Simon,
I, too, aide cross-bearing souls
In labors of love:-
In labors of love,
Reflecting unto others,
Being in God’s service:-
Daffodil-daubed; Lilac-limned;
It blows, and nothing blurs for
The colouring matter.
Save but when each tear-streak through
We honour what's seen anew
Of God. That 'old master'.
I see Beauty in black & white
When i close my eyes
My color come back to me
Yet painting a picture
Of none reality
Is different
At da least we have to dread
From man or beast
Only If i can see
Before reality recaptures
Me
Bleeding on the inside
How it drowns
Out the mental noise
That floods with in me
Forgetting gets the best of me
Maken memories only
I can see.
Control is my worst enemy
The wall fold down around
Me
A life taken By the hands
Infront of me
Of pure evil and they
Had no time to even act
How sad is That
Livin life with eye THAT cant see
What a tragity...
It is too be me..
she flutters amidst heaven’s sky
to wink on boughs, a lullaby---
her glass-like wings adorn a night
imaging love's sway to delight
the fancy of kisses woven by queen firefly
Contest on Florette of Nette Onclaud
Franco Gonza 8 Sept 14
Numbers and letters,
upon the psyche surround
brain splash frolicking...
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