Chicken on dry sliced rye,
at his neat
office workstation,
no garnish.
Suddenly she was there,
her chair roller wheels
squeaking.
Next time get a 'footlong' sub
with Mayo and all the fixings.
We could share it.
Messy he murmured,
studying his monitor.
A sigh,
as the office angel rose upward
on chubby wings.
Can't get you to understand.
I already know your kind.
You're really blind.
Maybe, a sign,
to you, will be given.
To make you change,
your way of living.
I'm through with always giving.
It's only your grave,
that you're digging.
I’ve got a little change
rattling in me pockets.
Before I go, I do bequeath
A little wisdom from my keep.
So close now, I must bestow
There’s so little left of what I know
But what I knows is worth more than gold
Some lost treasure from deep below
Hold on, let me pull out this syringe
And suck out my soul, fill the tube,
Inject the world with a little spew
Of good gaudy divine truth
This man’s one last dying wish:
Know this ... The Dreamer never dies.
Change still rattles in me pockets,
a lot less pennies, a lot less rockets.
Whatever is good is divine,
Whoever chooses wrong is entwined with evil,
Let the foul pollute themselves,
And those who lie, let them continue their tales.
Bad liars must have good memories.
Today, my passion is my solace,
It helps me navigate the madness around me.
It only takes one, two, three to trigger my anxiety.
"The thoughts you resist persist," they say.
With the positive energy I hold,
I greet you all with a hearty welcome and a smile,
Letting you know I appreciate every one of you.
Whatever is good is divine,
Whoever chooses wrong is just evil.
My life is an open book, revealed in my poetry.
Some seek plastic surgery to better themselves,
I improve my mind with my writing.
Words are my friends, surrounding me.
As my broken heart aches, my writing improves,
Like a crying baby given a lollipop.
At times, the sound of rain calms me,
Lying awake won't help, but the tick-tock of rain might.
I choose my words carefully,
For manufacturers lie at times,
And one size doesn't fit all. Because the manufacturers lie at times
All sizes don’t fit all.
In the shadows of bitterness, I reside,
My life, a journey devoid of taste.
If only I could converse with You, God,
I would lay bare the depths of my despair.
Hope has slipped through my grasp,
Frustration and confusion cloud my mind.
In Matthew 11:28-30, You invited,
"Come to Me, all who are weary,
And I will grant you rest."
Take my yoke upon You,
Teach me Your gentle and humble way,
For in You, I find solace,
And rest for my weary soul.
Save me, O Lord, hear my cry—
Is it merely the burden of youth,
Or the dark hand of Satan
That seeks to sink my fragile ship?
Stand with me, Lord, through this tempest,
As I seek Your guidance and light,
Renew my hope, restore my spirit
Heaven destined
It will happen
Not you forcing.
When the world goes wrong
Works of man want to help it
Nonetheless, worsen.
You’d always say why
This longing of mine to die,
Is in truth a lie.
Can it be
without surety
no guarantee
Might it be
a miracle
not typical
seems mystical
Perhaps coincidence
or happenstance
what's the chance
Theoretically
it will always be
a Mystery!
Lord reach in to your servants..' Be help and
Sustenance in these troubled times.' O Lord
Look not away from humanity, send counsel
Against the wiles of satan, I ask this in Jesus
Under the blood and by the Holy Spirit I plead.!
Spirit shattered and body tattered,
Sunk deep into the void defeated and battered.
Prayed to the heavens for deliverance from depression,
God answered with His divine direction.
Began reading His Word,
God spoke and I heard.
Don’t touch that!
Ghost and witchcraft.
Keep your eyes on things above,
Not the world without love.
College education,
Worldviews and bible interpretation.
It’s all choices, two steps and fro,
It is most definitely God I want to know.
Born again of water and Spirit a must
To gain entrance to heaven I trust.
Ordination my next destination.
Through fog, through torrential tears,
Silence soothes my inner being, right
within confines of an upper room, where
skylight strummed melodies of rain.
there I was in converse with the Source;
And though I basked on goose down comfort,
The devil inside a glass pipe lingered;
but on that wintry night of envisioning
And deep soul-searching,
Distance and time were wedded as one, as
My soul traversed the land of my birth,
And I beheld vacation bible school days.
Upon my wakened psyche sat imprints of longings -
Such cravings for a fix of spiritual grub I'd not known
Yes, I spoke as my wobbly soul held hands of hope,
My dreams would whisk me from addiction.
Who knew divine intervention would bring me freedom?
Oh yes! this gift, this gift,
Twenty-two years and beyond,
I must tell someone.
*
Here I sit at an intervention,
should'a knowed better, wasn't my intention.
It's almost like being at a wake,
with every tick the clock does make.
"WOW" man that's a Doobie dude,
pass it to me, I'm always in the mood.
Whooo- hold on just a min, where'd I go?
was I out huntin buffalo with ingian Joe?
The mind truly is a magical place, look and see,
filled with both knowledge and wisdom which grows like a tree.
Knowledge is knowing there is both good and bad,
follow your own heart Instead of imitating the fad.
It's good to question yourself you know,
Here's a little bit of knowledge to help you grow.
When questioning self, Leave out the ole pity me,
it always gets in the way of our answers we need to see.
Interventions should be against the mind, from our own heart,
wisdom is finding the courage to finish what we start.
If you will let your heart Intervene and rule the thoughts in your mind,
a more peaceful, positive self in life you would find.
each sunray welcomed
through a stained glass
of spendour
on sunday morning
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on July 20, 2022
*True Story
I’ve had many instances of divine intervention in my life
But, this one stands out in my mind forever
It was a snowy day, only a few inches had fallen
I went with a friend in a van to a store
I was driving slowly, when suddenly I saw…
A car spinning out of control ahead of me
It re-bounded off the guardrail on my side of the road
Then it came straight at us with alarming speed
I slowly stepped on the brakes, to not spin out too
I had stopped right on the yellow line, avoiding the other lane
The other driver slammed into the right front corner of the van
The van was totaled, but we only had minor injuries, including him
The next day I was at the rental car business for a car to drive
A woman was talking to the customer service person at the counter
She was saying, someone with my plates had saved her husband’s life
If I had not been there to stop him, he would have gone off the cliff
I told her, that is me and she thankfully hugged me in tears!
Heidi Sands
5/24/22
Placed 10th in The Divine Intervention Contest. Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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