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~Jesus Christ Lives~
( The Celtic Cross)
Christ
Came and
Rose
And now
Lives and
He sits
With His Father
One day He will return
So be ready when He comes
Because no one knows the day or the hour but one day He'll return
As He promised and then His reign will begin and will never end
And Jesus will never lie because He is God and He is just perfect
He loves everybody so much and doesn't want a single soul to perish
He always tells us the truth
It is something I am sure
I just accept
And also
Want to
Believe
It.That's
The way
I feel
My faith
In Him
Can't be
Shaken.
It is
Too strong.
My hope
Always
Rest in
God's hands
Amen.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
February.26.2016
-For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.
1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 (NIV)
-So Christ, having been offered once to bear the sins of many, will appear a second time, not to deal with sin but to save those who are eagerly waiting for him.
Hebrews 9:28 ( NIV)
-Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen.
Revelation 1: 7 (NIV)
-But the day of the Lord will come like a thief, and then the heavens will pass away with a roar, and the heavenly bodies will be burned up and dissolved, and the earth and the works that are done on it will be exposed.
2 Peter: 3-10. ( NIV)
-Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.
Matthew 24: 44. ( NIV)
~Author's Notes:
The "Celtic Cross" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka
ladydp2000, on September 17,2010.
You lift weary spirits with open arms,
Your black wings, a veil, wrap the lost in their dreams,
In the stillness of night, where the starlight redeems.
archangel of ebony, fierce and sublime,
In twilight's embrace, you transcend the confines of time,
You light up the void, where hope seems to wane,
A guardian of hearts, in love and in pain.
Each feather a tale, of battles once fought,
The deeper the corruption the blacker the wings
Became stained.
He carried the burdens of those who despair,
With wings of onyx, spread wide in grace,
He bridged the chasm between darkness and space.
You light up the void, A guardian of hearts, in love and in pain.
He wields a sword of truth that never shakes,
From realms of chaos, where hope bends and breaks,
His voice, Calls forth the storms and the winds to blow,
To rise above hate, to set minds free.
He soars through realms where mortals tread,
Guiding lost souls, both alive and dead.
His resilience is based upon the battles fought
Inside and outside his head.
With wings of ebony, vast and wide,
He carries the weight of worlds inside.
He calls you forth from the dusky maze,
For though his wings are dark as coal,
They cradle the light within your soul.
A sprinkling of fairy dust early in the morning
an airy dawn arrives on the wings of an angel
music of nature flutes by with all its first bring
I own daylight quills and Longfellow's archangel
While the rose sleeps beneath the moist earth
safely beneath the snow waiting for rebirth
guardians of the galaxy are closing in on stars
I don't hear a sound not even the tooting of cars
Outside the breeze is slipping through the trees
as quietly as the memes of God's silent smiles
I own hopes so big they bring me to my knees
and a belief that will help me through the miles
Dance while you still can He says to my heart,
as I hear the sound of music, ... I do my part.
Alas, My God has sentence the serpent to hell;
There in which there’ll be no ringing of church bells;
I witness the dawn of an upset;
You ole demon why you beget;
Thunder roars angels at holy wars;
Civilized beings dying souls;
Someone wants to be like GOD, someone wants to be over GOD;
One can’t be greater that the creator;
Get back you demon you gonna get yours;
Devil’s inhibition man’s feelings of dolorous sorrows and distress;
Mighty Lucifer has fallen, kick down to earth by Archangel Michael;
Man worship the creator, not the moons cycle;
Sinner’s demons and men lecherous lustful bombast;
Lucifer outcast, put out down at last;
Lucifer Satan placed in hell to smolder-burn slowly with smoke and flame;
No salvation for him in Jesus name, unrepentive sinners think it’s a joke, hell fire rain;
Providence calls God will and still reigns,
All the angels seem to sing;
Mankind needs to repent on and all with Godly sorrow;
With the protective care of God All POWER, of nature as a spiritual power;
I’m dolorous feeling great sorrow and distress;
I flounder and struggle as I stagger helplessly, clumsily in my sins I’ve enlist;
Inhibition self-conscious and I’m unable to act in a relaxed state I FEAR;
A neophyte this Christianity is news and new to me this belief is it real;
Get thee, behind me Satan lite in Hell Hallelujah, Hallelujah I’m a child of the King;
5/24/19
For Eight word free verse Challenge Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only..
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Flower of the night, sleepless on a river bank,
You didn’t flee from my heedful kiss -
like a bumblebee, your nectar I drank,
On your dark petals, jolts of inner bliss…
Away, the water course carried my vessel,
I took you with me within sinuous galleries,
listening faraway the archangel warning yell:
“Do not awake with a gift from the faeries”
Defiantly, I caressed her on my left face,
drops of crimson blood colored my sight
“I shall never attend to another Grace,
my core belongs to the Flower of Night.”
I am awake and with me she remains,
the blossom I took from a dark Heaven,
her petals marked by dry blood stains:
“Then what”, my heart pounders uneven.
Form:
Augustus’ favorite heaven…
A pumpkin twilight sky with a daub of purple
Dash of rose pink, wafting across the sleepy sky
Perchance an angel has been painting?
Happenstance being what she is,
My heart flutters with unannounced joy
Wiping a dank day from my memory,
Soothing my heart. Archangel Michael whispers a gentleness I needed.
An act of folly has held me hostage
In the throes of the throes of my most unhappy self.
But this twilight sky, sent at exactly the right time
Is soothing my spirit in heavenly ways…..delighting me so.
Written: February 2, 2019 Contest: 8 Word Challenge - Bardenesque
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Denise is barely twelve and smart,
she has been an orphan for sometime,
but since her mom passed away,
she grew up as lonely child...
generosity was instilled early
in her little, empty heart.
She made her first paper star
when Sirius, the brightest one,
appeared and hung over
the twinkling, navy blue horizon...
thinking of her mother's illness,
and to her she was a pretty princess.
And with love and eagerness, Denise
sang a melancholic song every evening,
feeling her presence with that smiling face;
other girls had mothers to sing them lovely lullbyes,
so Sirius was deeply touched, and seeing
her loneliness got some nightgales to lull her to sleep.
I've made a plea today, through the Archangel Gabriel,
to ask God to give the star, Sirius, to Denise,
and in return I would do many a good deed;
and tell everyone the wonderful news with a thrilling voice,
and would the Almighty, who made this gem to gleam,
grant me another wish...a wish perhaps too impossible?
Nights passed, and no heavenly message was sent to me,
and Gabriel never returned to ease my restlessness and fear;
one night as I fell asleep...his voice ordered me to listen,
" Your Father has granted your wish...He has seen a sincere love;
now Sirius is Denise's star!" And waking up from that vision,
I looked outside and there she was gazing at it with awe!
Entered in Lind-Marie Bariana's contest, " Shining Star "
The Wishes of Winter
A wish upon Orion
As winter broods upon a nest
Of sheltered evergreen boughs
For hope
Cradled in a bower formed by archangel wings.
With weathered sighs,
Living in the presence of the Creator’s plan,
Winter gazes on a world come alive
In Genesis
Full of grace in pure distilled merriment.
Bronze wishes, like pennies,
Heaven sent with nascent joy
For every heart to magnify
Brilliant glory
And Noel’s anticipation to remain.
A wish upon a winter star
For memories of generous wonder awe,
Frozen in shouts of jubilation,
To nourish
Starving souls imagined by the Word and Light.
Icy solstice in hibernation
Sends a plea through longest nights
Divine whimsy to swoop away
Invading darkness
With perpetual aurora dancing dawns
Intercession implores goodwill
Permanent uncontrollable mirth
To abide in the whispers of gladness
Silver linings
New Genesis at redemption’s first watch
12-9-21
Contest: Winter Wishes
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
In my mind's eye I see this incredible vision that would make a beautiful African painting. Perhaps I shall try to make it real.
I dedicate this poem to the women of Africa. Be inspired by Archangel Ariel who is the Lioness of God.
English:
To my beautiful African lionesses
Zulu*:
Ezintombini zami ezinhle zase-Afrika
Afrikaans*:
Aan my pragtige Afrikaanse leeuwyfies
Xhosa*:
Kwiingonyamakazi zam ezintle zaseAfrika
Swahili*:
Kwa simba zangu warembo wa Kiafrika
Arabic*:
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'iilaa labawaati al'afriqiaat aljamilat
French*:
A mes belles lionnes d'Afrique
Portuguese:
Para minhas lindas leoas africanas
Yoruba*:
Si awon abo kiniun mi l?wa
Igbo*:
Nye nd? nne m mara mma
Hausa*:
Zuwa ga kyawawan zakoki na Afirka
My beautiful African lionesses
By Michelle Morris
17/08/2023
There is a lioness within
Every African woman's heart
She often has to hide it
Lest the Dark ones want its spark
But it cannot remain hidden
For she will always stand tall
Walk with grace and beauty
So much courage through it all
That lioness is there with her
Like her ancestors by her side
They give her strength and forebearance
To take this life path in her stride
All the pain and the sacrifice
All the grief and the sorrow
It is washed away into the river
Only good is there for tomorrow
The waters ebb and flow
Like our mountain roads towards home
We shall build our communities
Share our wisdom and our rainbows
We are not forgotten, dear ones
Africa is the cradle of mankind
Our seeds have scattered with the wind
To nurture and develop resilient minds
For we are humble and gentle
We are powerful and mighty
The Sun sees our warmth
The Moon knows our kindness
For we are blessed and guided
We share knowledge and history
Our empathy and compassion
Creates Ubuntu in our region
The Angels and Archangels are here
They surround us with Light and love
For Africa, her time is coming
To help us with life on Earth
Oh, my beautiful African lionesses
Take heart that all your prayers are heard
Your tears fall and spring forth new life
Throughout Africa and this world
© Michelle Morris, 2023
My lovely Lucy, you’re no longer here
He called your name; you left without a fear
Your heart was tired and more so your soul
God let you rest for soon he’d make you whole
There is sadness deep inside my heart
To know that in our group you’ll have no part
I’ll look for you by name, but I won’t find
That face that was so loving, sweet and kind
I don’t blame God, for He knows what is best
You were His loved one, so he gave you rest
A woman of great faith, you had no doubt
You wrote of Him and all that life's about
I’ll miss your poems, and your friendship, too
One day we’re sure to meet in earth made new
Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words.
I Thessalonians 4: 13 - 18