Space flickers revealing it is a veil,
circumferenced by a ring of white light.
We recognise the truth this does entail,
as light that lights all lights, banishing night.
We find we alone have beheld this sight,
which we then witness again and again,
being what it is, stated in words plain,
which although we share no one seems to care,
so as these epiphanies we ingrain,
of what lies beyond, we become aware.
Don't be afraid of a lil' weight.
Go grab some, tussle a bit, and please, don't wait.
Pull some, push some.
While you work, do a little hum.
Get up early with the rising sun.
And if not early, certainly before the day is done.
Get in there and wrestle with it a bit.
Let the sweat drop, get uncomfortable, but don't quit.
Feel the pressure, feel the tension.
And make sure to move each weight with good intention.
For 30 or 45 minutes, ignite the sympathetic.
But afterwards, make sure to feed the parasympathetic.
Neither depression nor indolence resides in this salubrious state.
So move, go move a lil' weight.
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
Lifting the cup
I was about to
take a sip
When from nowhere
A bird flew across
emitting a sound
tee tee
Echoes from
the lost jasmine
garden
Now the road is
almost empty
Fish fry light
without chili sauce
________________
September 30, 2025
The lifting of the veil
a revealing of all that was concealed
some see beauty, others bewail
regardless of feelings all will yield
the separation has begun
from the goats and sheep
everyone get ready for the arrival of the Son
some will shout for joy, others will weep
a metamorphous is taking place
the Bride is making herself ready
we are about to gaze into His face
for some the price will be too heavy
prepare the way
for the coming of the King
there is no more delay
the trumpets are sounding
and the veil is lifting
© Deborah Seale 2025
I bit the ampule
hard enough to cut my tongue.
I let the splinters rake their penance
against my frenulum for months.
Still, it won't change the trajectory,
not all at once—nothing does.
L-essons
I-n
L-ife
I-nk
B-ooks,
E-difying
T-he
H-elpless
©bfa042225
Monocrostic (Birthday of Lilibeth T. Di Venosa)
In a bit of a funk
I sat down and thunk
Of a means to elicit a smile,
‘Til the old thinking cap
Sent a flash that said, “Tap!”
Which I haven’t performed in a while.
So I dug out my shoes
And wood board that I use,
Found a video there on the screen,
Then I followed the steps
Which the teacher first preps
‘Til at last I could do the routine.
With the music at last,
Just a wee bit too fast,
I was able to tap out the dance
And it lifted my mood
Though my efforts, if viewed,
Would cause looks I’d describe as askance.
LIFTING MY CLOUDS
SELDOM MY HOPES RISES NOW , LIFTING IT IS NOW HOPES NOT
DEAR CLOUDS OF MINE ARE GONE NOW , FILLING THE VOIDS WITH CLOUDS
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I come here often, stop,
and from the river bank, watch
the ribs of an old wreck break through
the surface on an ebbing tide.
After all this time it still seems
to crave for breath, to air
its last remains.
Whatever past it has
no longer resides in living memory
but in a paragraph inked
in a shipping registry sunk
deep in the basement
of the Maritime Museum,
or is somewhere forever becalmed
in a photograph,
time frozen on a sepia sea.
But this morning I took it in,
gave my mind
to its hollowed out hull
and let imagination
lift it from the mud and make
it whole. I sailed it
out of the suck of time
and set it upon an open sea
and as its sails billowed
across my mind, I got the sense
that throughout all the wear
of passing time,
it had been waiting for me.
Pastor with spiritual might
Doesn’t take God’s word light
Hardcore weights support from a gym
Wants to keep in shape
Not looking like an Ape
Preaching conditional to fulfill
Holy Spirit power at will
Spiritual Temple
That simple
Determined and encouraged
Feeding his nourishment Soul
The results being an out fold
Being the example
Standing among the congregation
God’s goodness protein
It’s all about staying lean
The good of the land
Fresh air blessing
Longevity through activity
A Pastor thinking strong
Thinking get along
Strength to the foundation
Inspiration through God’s creation
One Body, Spirit and Soul
Behold
Started shielding myself a long time ago as a useful tactic to not burst and overflow
Intentionally kept a lid on any emotion as told myself not to make a commotion
What used to work before is now a burden so I’m ready to reveal what is behind the curtain
Fine with letting feelings float to the surface as realizing they are there to serve a purpose
Stopped running away to lean in instead as finding value in what pops up in my head
Done sheltering my heart just to survive so opening it instead to feel alive and thrive
A banner of hope in a world so feeble,
A symbol of strength in a time of need,
A beacon of light for those who plead.
The world is dark, and the night is long,
The people are weak, and their faith is gone,
But there is a glimmer, a spark of hope,
That can help us all to cope,
Lifting up a standard for the people.
It starts with one, a single voice,
A choice to stand up, to make a noise,
To lift a standard high in the air,
And show the world that we still care.
For too long we've been beaten down,
By the weight of hate and the fear of clowns,
But it's time to rise up, to take a stand,
To lift our heads and raise our hand.
To say that we won't be silenced,
To declare that we won't be cowed,
To show the world that we won't give up,
No matter how hard the road is now.
For we are the people, we are the light,
We are the ones who will make things right,
And we will lift up a standard high,
To shine a light in the darkest sky.
So let us stand together, side by side,
And let our voices be heard far and wide,
As we lift up a standard for the people,
And show the world that we are still equal.
Like braille
In the depth of darkness
Feeling her way to my heart
Like the light that I was searching for
She pierced through that darkness
Lifting me high to heaven
Everyone has those tough days
When storm clouds never fade away
Bringing rain on their sunshine
Needing someone to be kind
Opening their heart to them
So they can smile once again
If you see someone down and out
Lift them up from their sad drought
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