Rising, with the mist
Sunrise, how I’ve missed
Brilliant light, so alive
Morning song will survive
Birds fly across the skies
Muffled, breathless sighs
Reasons for warmth of dawn
Erasing shadows from the lawn
Oh, laughing sun, rising bright
Rescuing hearts from the night
It’s Sunday morning, this day
Will surely offer a chance to pray
For the joy, peace and love
That comes to us from God above
Always faithful, like the sun
Showing us that we’ve just begun
To see the wonders of our life
And feel the love healing strife
We’re surely given each new day
To lift our hands, praise and say
God is blessing our souls with grace
No matter how powerful the dark we face
Always, morning comes to reveal
God’s new hope our hearts can’t conceal
He is the Master who created all
Thanks to His gift, His gentle call
We know, this Sunday, as we pray
We’re full of thanks every Lord’s Day!
I gave you a Rose,
fond blossom of the
season. You replied
with a heart, a garden
for all Time --
I
confess
love I had
misunderstood
the poem put on page
memories shaping lines
I find forever embraced
I have come to realize that every moment of my life
Has been solely about meeting and falling in love with you.
That has been my life’s purpose and I didn’t know it til now.
I refuse to dwell
in the shadows,
live in the shadows
write in the shadows
Victim poetry!
Perpetrators read
our entries, our posts,
delight in their
enduring power
keeping attached
letting go is liberation
while bitterness, hatred,
desire for revenge is a spirit
anchor
let the heart elevate,
levitate to Divine Light
and presence – Heaven
has no victims, open arms
welcomes back all souls
willing to forgive and love….
the bucket's cold aura
blooms in white,
though planted seeds,
already read your eyes.
one day's rain
trips out of her rust,
and holds sun,
or a northern hand;
becoming the light
for the ground, made wide
God's weeping
returns weeping —
full like water filling up steel;
pain...now a lily.
I've been covered by the blanket of life
Circumstances have been entry level
This world been engaging intimate lore and strife
Keep telling myself and others gonna get better
I'm leaving all the cares and woes
to my Almighty Father in HEAVEN
woe is me
this my prayer just for a blanket covering
still and again
Always AMEN
8/27/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
OF DRIED AND TIRED SEEDS
Having failed
To turn
Our vineyard
Into a graveyard
Of raisins in sun,
They now
Seek to pluck away,
Ripe black plums
To grave the soil
With wrinkled,
Laden prunes:-
(Guess
they
failed
the
watermeleon
lesson):
Earthly green;
Blood-red flesh;
Multiple black seeds:-
Indeed, we are
Children of
The Father
Of the sun
And the Son:
Fertilized
And energized
By the
Cosmic spirit–
Resurrecting
Generations
Of dried
And tried seeds–
Germinating
Liberated
Blooming
Freedom flowers
In the sun:
Bouqueting
Thanks
To the
Son:-
You knew by heart Beethoven
You liked to hum his tunes
Your wind was gently blowing
In our shoreline dunes
The light of our faces
Still shimmers in the air
Although we left no traces
No sign that we were there
Among the other randoms
That fill the narrow streets
The strangers pass like phantoms
We never care to meet
Back home again, you turn on
The aircraft broadcast
I couldn’t be more wrong
Thinking our time would last
Another time writes letters
Maybe a star, extinguished
Says we’re no more than petals
Of roses unrelinquished
It’s not the same old story
It changes every day
Each time I come, I worry
What you'd suppose to say..
Unexpected.
My soul relaxes when you are near.
My body senses that there is no need to be scared.
A feeling of safety unfelt before,
Grounded by a single gaze,
Happy to get lost in your eyes.
The deepest desire to truly know who you are,
More than just what the world sees.
I want to know what makes you tick,
What makes you smile,
To know every hidden piece.
I want to heal the broken parts,
The good, the bad, the ugly—Nothing is too much.
Butterflies flutter at a simple smile,
A voice that makes the noise stop.
No judgment, no games, just honesty,
I never knew what this would mean to me.
You have inspired me to be unapologetically me.
If this is all it ever is, it is enough.
I don't need anything more from the world,
No desire to unlearn what has been found.
Sometimes the things that make us happy are just that.
Unexpected.
When you ask forth
unto the Lord
you are talking to Him
Be minded Our Father
Not a begging or complaining
Garment for you to wear
Just talk to Him
About everything
For He knows already everything
He just wants you to acknowledge
Him always in prayer, He so cares
All things you ask for in prayer you will receive if you have faith
Yes! All things you ask for in prayer you will receive if you have faith
Our Lord's grace, in place, He listens to every word, He's our living witness
Jesus Our Lord God hears us
8/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Alliterating Awareness
Sowing senseless seeds,
Reaps rotting repulsive rage:
Ripping reasonings:-
Liberating love,
Healing hot hell’s heating hate:
Plowed peace perfected
Living lovely life,
God’s graceful guidance given:
Fruitful faith flowing:-
It's unfair to assume total apathy
when good people always listened
and have worked behind the scenes
night and day tiring themselves out
to try and make the world brighter
in the only way that they know how.
A Laden Quill Pen in Hand
Lay a quill a pen in hand moulted feather of a swan;
Jest a written piece of verse wrote in stammering breath;
And important historical documented quest;
Wonders of wandering authors protest dawn;
Black it’s the chosen ink stirred upon drawn;
A sole paper now being presented to be dressed;
Far be it from the story to be mis pressed;
With writings of HIStory penned brawn;
8/21/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026© Italian Sonnet
STATUS QUO
You be my only
You be my only, you be my only one
You are my only love
I am encouraging
Holding your heart, in my spirit
You, only one for me can’t you see it
Ever so nourishing
You complete me
You make me whole
Bringing me fresh ideas
The way things are
Status quo
Existing state of affairs
it’s you your love that’s so rare
So, so sweetly you care
You are my only love
Sent by God, above
My only love this you should know
Status Quo
You complete me
You make me whole
Bringing me fresh ideas
The way things are
Status quo
Presently it is condition good
You are in my mind, soul and heart
You’re giving me a brand-new start
You are mine, my heart, that part
The way things are right now
Existing state of affairs we are
Covenanted engaging
Keeping things exactly as they are
There’ll be no making changes
You are always, only mine,
My heart, my soul
existing state of affairs
it’s you your love that’s so rare
So, so sweetly you care
You are my only love
Sent by God, above
My only love this you should know
Status Quo
8/18/26
by James Edward Lee Sr.2026©
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