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A song to uplift you. God and His angels are there for you. Blessings and best wishes.
Hold on
By Michelle Morris
15/10/2021
When you're feeling blindsided
By every day and everything;
When it feels like life is crushing
The air out of your lungs...
Hold on to your inner peace;
Sit still and be at rest.
He knows what you need, every time;
He always knows what's best...
Chorus
Hold on, hold on, hold on;
There are better days ahead.
Hold on, hold on, hold on;
God's glory will rest your head...
Hold on, hold on, hold on;
You are always in heaven's care.
Hold on, hold on, hold on;
And one day you'll rest up there...
(end chorus)
Every day has its challenges;
Being human is hard, hard work;
But if we focus on heaven's grace,
We remember angels are there for us...
And in every single moment,
We have a choice to make;
We can embrace God's promises,
Or a life of hell on earth create...
Chorus
The future may not be promised,
And life may not be the easiest fight;
But when we say our prayers,
We're reminded of the light...
And in our final moments,
When we say our last goodbyes,
We can embrace our new beginnings,
Because there's no ending in heaven's sight...
Chorus
© Michelle Morris, 2021
He watched his kite,her, snap
her tail rises
in the sky
in the deep blue sky
i keep imagining of her
my eyes don't rest and lie,
my mind's eye,
of her with a bird in hand,
the one she waved off …
that i dont imagine
i keep watching her tail
so majestic
and buoyant
... as if she were dancing,
dancing
with herself,
in the deep blue sky,
her carriage
model perfect
of blemishes
with the sun shining
off her inner beauty,
she would flutter
... flutter
to the right and left,
bounce, bounce
up and down
as i continue watching,
watching ...heartbroken
for the last time,
Of life passing by,
Her,
my eyes moisten
as she distances herself
away from me
the burdens of my life
Heartaches, heartaches that
always kept suppressed in me
i say, i wish i could have stopped her flight
and see her come alive
with me,
... me with
one fleeting chance
a chance
of a snowball of goodness for once
but hoping realistically
for just that one snowflake of a chance
one little snowflake that never dropped
... i keep watching
the once beautiful kite
so lifelike, vibrant
especially her tail and direction
up in the blue sky,
a small dot now
... sucking the air out of me
as it became smaller
• i reminiscence
of the past of how our love nosedived
into an avalanche
before it started
... nosediving into sorrow and regrets
the residual of a piece of string not tying
not tying a loop...
i keep looking up into the sky
my mind oscillating, correlating
i see, clearly
her inner beauty capturing me
even from a distance
and now how ... i'm resigned to watching
so sadden
life unravel,
how can this be
or is that the line ... unraveling
again, how can this be
... the kite kept
distancing itself
fluttering itself ...
further away ...
just like myself
... the wind howling
its sharp teeth of injustice, life
grabbing me
i guess
i guess i was bad, unworthy
For her
for i hear ...
voices in my head
the once little birds in her hand crying,
crying
for not finding warmth
i hear a snap
is that for real?
i look,
in the deep blue sky
turning over, turning shades of red
she's gone
and the voice of cruelty just laughing
just laughing at me
for there is an absence, now
of that little tail fluttering
with goodness,
with unattainable borders
that i missed and missed
connie pachecho
3/3/17
If you can work, or go to school.
You will be allowed to. If not
how can you discover a non
spam or get rich scheme.
Promising to solve all of your
financial problems. "You can
earn $10,00 working from home."
I hung up my cell phone two
times.
Mary C. and I wanted to call
our mutual friend, Starshadow.
Who has self quarantined. But
on three occasions the robot
interrupted my personal my
Cricket cell phone. Because I
did not respond. They promised
to call me back within 42 or 48
hours. I will vote by disconnecting
the scam call.
Success at last! I was able to
call her and Mary dropped
off the sack lunch. Courtesy
of a Seventh Day Adventist
Church. Using the Central
Lutheran church's property.
The people did not know if
they would be back there
two weeks from last Sunday.
My friend Mary C and I will
not be attending any more
community meals in the
cities of Everett and Snohomish.
King and Snohomish Counties
are two of the most impacted
counties in the Evergreen State
of Washington.
Since all of the parks have been
shut down in Snohomish County
Washington. And mayor Cassie
Franklin has ordered Everett under
a lock down. President Donald
Trump is calling out the National
Guard for the State of Washington.
The State of Colorado has dispatched
300 doctors, nurses. and medical
assistants to the State of Washington.
And they have already arrived,
and are working.
The States of California, New York,
and I believe Illinois will also
have National Guards present
in their states as well.
Stay at home, stay safe.
Say your prayers, read your
Bibles and home devotionals
Attend your church's on-line
services if possible.
Air out your dwelling places,
if at all possible.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 12, 2020
Up in the above
roof gardens pluck air out of thoughts.
Changelings run between
brick walls
one is dead-eyed and evermore shall not see
yet it grows itself upon a dendritic tree
to hear what the empty places speak of.
Long moved furniture’s leave there after-images
they remain as stains upon inlayed grains.
inside the crumbling interior of bare floor
wood owls slowly turn spiral eyes
to see for those no longer here.
Above this homeless and dreaming mind
a straight-backed chair plays a dark cello
most melancholy are its tunes
that resound on ceiling and echoing ground.
The space within the structure will one day rupture
but for now a ghostly grey-matter
knits together
the under, the over,
and that room
where music sighs between two lovers.
A quiet Sunday, with its first sun rays and shadows,
Ceasing to be such by a whirring of implements.
The tools wielded by the day of rest sideshows.
Pushers and blowers of the bible’s antithesis.
Not
To
Be
Judgmental
But
Imagine
The birds tweeting under cloudy or flaming skies;
Oaks, maples, and pines in quiescent sublimity;
And the bees buzzing, honeys stirring at sunrise.
All doors open, air out busy week, neighbors in unanimity.
Just
Imagine
The
Bee
Line
For
Church
The perfect didn’t wake up on the good side of the bed,
But they gather for Living Waters and the Bread of Life.
Down the street, in old-fashioned promenade, led
To listen to the Word of truth, praise God, let go of strife.
Gather
Like
The
Sons
Of
God
At
Dawn
Imagine, the coming week begins with Sabbath rest.
The restless wanderer sits on the porch with lemonade,
Ruminates with kith and kin, weariness addressed.
What wonders of hope and joy, conquers the world, unafraid
With
A
Quiet
Day
Of
Rest
Frolics through a meadow of purpled peonies effected their teetering and releases their scents in a youth who whimsically crosses,
A dried sprig plucked up became moistened in a streaming murky river prompted by enthusiastic hands that dipped it in while passing,
Sun scatters shadows cleared for unveiled sights toward witnessing excellence at its most helpful for a pleasurable viewing,
A barking dog by a white picket fence faces the fearless generates a memorable smile for a changed threatening sound turns to aired lapping,
Worn out shoes draped under a pair of dirty socks air out near unkempt clothes bundled high close to a bed where a hyperactive sleep.
***I purposely made it a gender-neutral muse, as this affliction is of a broader spectrum. It was thought to myself, at that time, but seemingly, it lacked specificity, hence my note and resubmission.
Date: 08/24/2019
There is no doubt in my mind
in going to faith healers to heal
what ails me and be better faster.
Is it my faith or the faith healers?
Or both, that is the question?
However, there is no question in my mind
in giving them credence for I have a strong
belief in them, trust and confidence in their
healing, in their certitude and conviction to heal.
You go to the doctor and will be asked
“What’s wrong?”… Isn’t it for him/her to find out?
You’ll be put through testing to know what is wrong
or medications that have side effects
or therapies that take too long to ease the pain.
Yes, I go to the doctor; but I also go to faith healers.
With faith healers, they see through you
and feel, sense, perceive what is wrong with you.
You see images of their faith, candles, oil
and you feel this underlying feeling or aura.
I had a knee surgery with an orthopedic surgeon
and could not walk without a limp after the surgery.
Discouraged, I went to a faith healer and with her
massages using ginger and sesame oil,
I was able to walk without a limp.
I had my second bout of depression
and could not shake it off for months
and months of therapy and prayers.
Was a mess – desperate and hopeless.
I went to another faith healer, who told me
when she lifted my head that it was too heavy.
She moved her hands on my head with her faith,
her belief to heal and restore me – her healing
touch facilitated mental and emotional healing.
Then she told me my head weighed like
a gigantic rock with so much air inside
and she was able to let all the air out
or all the darkness that invaded my mind.
Believe in faith healers healing or not.
Many do not for they don’t believe
and some do for they believe.
The faith healers have gifts in healing.
They are believers to minister various kinds
of healing with their faith and spirituality.
They have the commitment, the confidence,
the conviction to restore physical, mental,
emotional and spiritual health through
their sensing and healing touch and faith.
12/1/20 Faith Healer Poetry Kai Michael Neumann
So, I decided to create a "can do" list. Not like a "can do anything" list
if you believe long and hard enough. Neither like a "honey do" list,
where you're the honey if you do everything just right. More like a
"can do" something in what looks like the rest of a life. For a stretch
and a catch of what's ahead. Like keep the sock drawer organized
with evenly matched pairs. That match the day in front of you. Like
keep one foot in front of the other for a step outside. Maybe in the
best and the right direction. Like sit and read a page or two from a
book. Perhaps, something like "letting life work out for everybody”.
Even if the "mess" and "miss" is clear to everyone near and dear. Or
take a piece of blue sky for a start. Just sit there without any other
"wonder why"? Except blue was the color “Someone” big enough
decided to color it with. Like leave the phone alone. Let the calls go
out to someone small enough to check their messages, their
voicemails. And if it's a text, let's pray they aren't driving. Like be
pretty happy for clean clothes and fresh air. That makes everything
nice for a close of the day. An air out of everything you could not
figure out. Like why everyone didn't stand to wait on tiptoes to hear if
your life finally made some sense. For a real change. Like a change of
address, some coins on the counter or a flat tire. Especially since the
“ride of your life” wasn't going anywhere anyway. So a "can do" list looks
pretty manageable, even if everything else doesn't. That’s worth a
little ink, some paper and a pen that works right. That has to be top
on the list. Along with your own life. The life that you "can do". Not
only by the list itself, but more for the last. A life that lasts! Put that
on top each day and you have it made. Maybe even without a list. It
will be longer than anything and everything else we do!
Put a little cardamom in it.
Spice it up!
Cloves are great for health.
Add that in too!
A pinch of cinnamon.
Wow, what a robust flavor!
Don’t forget Ginger!
Peel and feel the texture.
Drop it in!
Pitch black tea leaves.
It leaves you with a strong, but bitter sensation.
Hear those bubbles sing and dance while boiling,
Steam shoots up in the air out of the tea kettles’ spout,
like a rocket to the moon.
Yes, I can drink this to the moon and back.
A tasty concoction of flavor in this tiny little cup.
Simply just pleases your taste buds.
Stems from the country of India.
Spicy and yet so sweet.
Makes your day complete,
rather than incomplete.
Under the summer heat.
Or embracing the streaks of cold air,
while wrapped up and gulping,
then saying: “This beverage is just one of a kind”.
I can't picture things like other people do;
But I think of that photo.
I feel the pain in my face,
And I remember thinking;
"I should have been there, how could I leave my mum there".
I felt like I'd left her for this to happen,
I ran away as soon as I could and left her there.
Mum was never the problem.
I love my mum.
I miss her.
And my mum is still alive,
She's moved far away and my dad only lives with her part time now.
But it is burned into the corners of my mind;
That photo made me realize;
I'm just like my mother.
My fianceé hasn't lashed out in months,
But last time he did,
I laid there and I thought of mum.
I was walking away from a fight with him.
He grabbed me and threw me on the floor.
I got up and tried to leave, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up,
Then threw me back down.
I didn't get back up.
I just covered my head with my arms and waited.
He stood over me and he swung his foot towards my chest - and the impact knocked the air out of my lungs.
And then, he did it again. And then again.
I said "stop" so many times.
His foot would hit my shoulder or my chest, and I'd be shoved back and my back and my neck would hit the table legs behind me.
I said I was sorry. I said stop.
Then I heard my dad's words in my fiancees voice:
He asked me,
"what are you gonna do?"
For the first time in 7 years with him;
I said;
"I could call the cops."
He said "call them" and he kicked me in the face.
I didn't call the cops, I was scared of them showing up at my house.
But I didn't dismiss what I was thinking about my mum.
I didn't shove it into the back of my mind and say "this is different, he loves me".
I called a women's shelter.
Mum doesn't have to worry.
I will not be a punished woman.
She told me I have to be stronger than her;
And that doesn't mean I have to be strong and put up with it.
She was telling me to leave.
She told me,
"Love is a b*@#$ when you've got it for the wrong person".
And I'm gonna listen, mum.
I'm sorry it took me this long.