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The shepherd doth provide for my true needs,
And stills the waters, watches while I rest.
All to His glory, I go where he leads;
Refreshed my soul, for his right way is best.
Tho' shadows loom, death's stench engulfs the air,
Or evil's presence close enough to taste,
Corrected, guided, safely in his care,
My journey easy; there's no need for haste.
He thwarts my foes, their plans awash, disjoint,
He taunts them, lets me breathe deep while I eat.
A servant host, His oil my head anoints.
My cup, past full, my joy in Him complete.
His mercy, goodness: hallmarks of sweet days,
Eternal, in His presence, voicing praise.
Marooned, small life swims
in a rockpool flung up
and left high on the stretched
reach of last night's storm.
The world that holds them
has shrunk to a size
no bigger than a bucket.
The morning sun singles out
the forms and anoints each
with a dab of light.
I watch and swirl a finger
as if to stir the motion
of a running wave and break
the stagnating still
that has settled here.
This pool is too far away
from the normal wash
of tides to be replenished.
Cut off from the sea,
it will evaporate.
Each turn of a finger
through the water
seems to wind a thought
tighter around my head.
When I stop, an image
on the surface of the pool
slowly coagulates into me.
Just below the glaze,
life withdraws a little further
into its shrinking world,
separated from the sea.
Now that you are here,
take in the sunset
and the flare of wings
catching gold
in sweeping turns down
to water creased with waves
and the foam wind blown
to shore. And here,
the vision of her
tracing the minds
furthest reach in footsteps
upon what you see
and how the sun's last light
anoints her face.
Feel her presence here
in the lift and fall of tides,
the breathings of water
washing over crusted rock
and the air
gilded with seaspray.
Now that you are here,
gather in the distances
as the evening closes in
and the day
slips from the horizon.
This is the time of dissolution,
the birthplace of dreams
within whose chambers are held
the secrets of the tribe,
their stain and triumphs
ghosted upon a mirrored world,
the time
for the songstress,
chronicler of the soul,
the one who hears the murmur
of creation as it ripples
across the vastness,
the voice of love channeling
the faint echoes of the sublime
through an infinite silence.
Our central vein is like a band of steel
As such, how may we speak of chakra points
Upon ego death we begin to heal
In a oneness field where God’s touch anoints
Embodying the light within we see
Boundaries drawn were merely thought constructs
Our pristine consciousness is always free
Known clearly when lower mind self-destructs
Manifestation is a wisp of smoke
Dancing as just do, puppets on a string
When fires of desire we cease to stoke
In the void of silence, we alone sing
Chakras was what we were talking about ~
That in truth nothing exists, have no doubt
That in truth nothing exists, have no doubt
Yet in life’s lucid dream of we but pause
Stuporous mind stilled and our heart devout
Clear light dawns as our identity thaws
In early days chakras were in focus
Representing realms we needed to cross
But ambling gently along love’s locus
Prayer on our lips, we discard the gross
In time nodes entwine, with God’s will align
That with map of our consciousness redrawn
We become the flame that carries His sign
As transcendental light that ushers dawn
On ceasing thinking we begin to feel ~
Our central vein is like a band of steel
Written: May 30, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Craig Cornish
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Sail tilts wide, a trail of ethereal voyages—
beneath gale-screaming canvas, untamed havens huddle.
A harsh and bitter school—winds guide the clumsy—
to fulfill the needs of the learner in salt and spray.
Shimmering, citrine waters belie a dark abyss—
shadowing their sins, gathering a gale.
seabirds muster, wailing discordant dirges,
surf thrums its symphony, light-bearer of dawn.
The squall approaches, nugatory now—
Yet horizon instructs: even fickle breezes
mock hedonist’s feast, remind the sailor of restraint.
A waif—wary-eyed, pugnacious—grasps a thread at dawn,
vessel bucks in ocean blitz—
ephemeral fingers touch aurum,
foam anoints the timbered blade with oracular blessing.
Waves cradle cobwebbed legends —
a dark embrace where visceral awe remains.
Waters devote themselves to lunar reverie—
a tome of lambency unfurls its farewell canopy.
Horizons incarnadine, crepuscular creed,
stars spill splendor as shadows clutch twilight’s dagger.
And still—the broad reach carries us—
not canvas and keel alone, but the human heart—
sardonic tenderness stretching into the infinite.
In life we face both trial and test,
But God still knows what’s truly best.
We may be cast in furnace flame,
But God delivers, rescues - He is the same.
We may feel weak, too tired to raise
Our voice in song, our hands in praise.
Heaven may seem like brass above,
But God still showers us with His love.
Our hearts may ache, weighed down by pain,
But God still heals and breaks the chain.
He has engraved our names upon His Hand,
And He calls and anoints our hand.
He calls us friends, not just the least,
He has promised our names shall be great.
In Him flows life, the Fountain bright,
And in His Light, we gain insight.
All things work well, this truth we hold,
For those who love Him, brave and bold.
Our help comes from the Lord of worth,
Who made the heavens and the earth.
The fear of God, where wisdom starts,
And He declares – we are in His Heart.
Broken hearts lie in your wake
From the conquests that you make
From the promises you fake
Broken hearts lie in your wake
Broken love lies at your feet
You entice with tasty treat
Make impossible retreat
Broken love lies at your feet
Broken needs lie at your door
Faces of those wanting more
Those who thought love was in store
Broken needs lie at your door
Broken dreams lie in your hand
Your love trickled through like sand
Every wish seemed noble, grand
Broken dreams lie in your hand
Forgiveness anoints your head
For parts of you that lie dead
For your twisted heart has bled
Forgiveness anoints your head
Eileen Manassian Ghali
9 years later
I got a call the other day from a good old friend of mine
The one lost in his way who had that infamous last line
Yeah we had always kept in touch he is a good friend indeed
But what I saw in him was such that he had the same need
We came from the same neighborhood and Catholic school
And we were usually up to no good because we we're cool
But life quickly continues but like I said, we kept in touch
Keeping up with old news and religious arguments as such
I never thought he heard a word when I got one in edge wise
And the things that I heard were all the things that I despise
There was no sign, nothing! but My Lord never disappoints
I heard all the Angels sing when a new child He Anoints
In answering that call that day I heard a completely new voice
Someone who started finding his way as my heart began to rejoice
Oh sure it is just the beginning but such a good start has he gotten
With any of His lost child's sinning, Our Lord has already forgotten
In other words, don't listen to what they tell you
Do what God tells you to do.
You are a surprise,
And you can be the surprise
In another person’s life -
A light in their joy or strife.
Better is one day in His House,
Don’t rob what God has vowed to espouse.
He is the everlasting Bread of Heaven,
Sit still, let His peace be given.
Feed on Him, till you want no more,
Richer than banks are heaven's store.
Raise your cup to Him in anticipation,
Lift it up - in your secret place of adoration.
Allow Him to surprise you indeed,
With the miracles of what you need.
He never fails, He never disappoints -
His grace is strong, His radiance anoints!
Purple, the color of royalty
Breathlessly risking every dream,
Awake, yet sleeping – just napping
Through the glowing grace –
History revealing the promise
Will He remember me, the silent thought,
The joy and hope, the broken heart?
Will He see me for the girl I was
Or for the woman I have become?
Will He see my heart and soul,
Know me in ways I can never know
Me, the light glowing in the glistening
Storybook moments, praising
His Son, the ache that releases me
From the darkness, the doubt
Despair that erases the laughter,
Hastens to color me in hues of grief,
Songs and beliefs, bleeding…
Will He see the me that screams out
To the stars and moon,
To the sunrise, the dawn who reminds
Me that there are reasons for all the insanity,
The worries and struggles, the heart
That breaks in ways that only He can darn,
Sewing with stitches of hope and faith,
Repairing the feelings with blessedness –
His comforting spirit lifts me from the doubt
Into the light that blinds the disbelief,
Carries the heart to new heights, fresh grace,
Reminding the memory to listen
Beyond the grip of reason,
There is appreciation, thanksgiving
Come to life in the promises…
He fixed me, restored my spirit
Mended my heart so that I now have
A heart fit for a king,
The King of Kings, the royalty
Who anoints my heart with gentlest
Belief – through grace
He brings me His Holy Spirit,
The Comfort who abides in me,
Heartening, uplifting, supporting
So that this heart is forever grateful
For the One who made a way for her!