Long Ascends Poems
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As the morning breaks and day begins
The sun ascends to the sky
A whole new day is born again
Like the billions that have done gone by
The sea waves crash into the rocks
As they have done since time began
And soak the sand on beaches
And to the sea they’ll return again
Forest covered earth is home
To a million animals and plants
That live and feed off of each other
The circle of life is constant
The sky filled with every kind of bird
A breathtaking view it is.
As life goes about its own way
For millions of years like this.
Then God created a different type
Of animal that came to be
The ruler over all the earth
He would name every plant and tree.
God would call his creation man
He would live in paradise
Then create woman from mans rib
They’d walk side by side.
Bound to God and Gods rules
And never to eat from the forbidden tree
But man being man being tempted
His desires would be set free
As they ate the forbidden fruit
Their minds began to see
Their innocence had disappeared
Their lives changed dramatically
Cast out from the Garden Of Eden
Man and woman had to make their own way
They were given a shot at paradise
But like man they threw it away.
truth we would find, although we’re blind
looking outward, without insight
we light a spark, to gain clear sight
although we’re blind, truth we would find
we slow down thought, to be self-taught
to gain clear sight, we light a spark
soul ascends on an upward arc
to be self-taught, we slow down thought
love’s benign burn, the way we learn
an upward arc, soul ascends on
faith ushers dawn, love’s our crayon
the way we learn, love’s benign burn
by day and night, heightens delight
love’s our crayon; faith ushers dawn
the cloak we don, God’s light at dawn
heightens delight, by day and night
our aura shines, love for love pines
God’s light at dawn, the cloak we don
fear-fetters sawn, we smile and yawn
love for love pines, our aura shines
Author Dana Redricks
July 26, 2023
In a world beset by pain's bitter reign, where broken hearts tremble, and sorrows collide, compassion, a beacon, must we sustain, for hurt people, in turn hurt other people, themselves hurt deep inside.
Oh, the power of love, the antidote divine, to overcome the darkness that hate permeates, with understanding, let your heart align, for we all stumble, imperfect, except the one who pursues.
In this delicate dance, let empathy shine, as we strive to lift others, and never tear them down, never stoop to the depths where hatred resides, for love's fire spreads warmth, dispels the frown.
Like wildfires raging, love and hate ignite, both can consume, inflame a heart's desire, but only love, tender and pure in its light, can heal the wounds, quench the raging fire.
So, let love be your language, kindness your song, reach out with open arms, soothe the wounded soul, let empathy guide you, fierce and strong, for in understanding, true compassion takes control.
No one's perfect, yet grace transcends, in the heart of those who choose love's embrace, with humility, we rise, empathy ascends, and pain's grip fades, replaced by solace and grace.
In this vast tapestry of life we weave, let sympathy's sway guide our every deed, for in loving others, our souls find reprieve, and a world once broken, blooms with love's seed.
Ascends new Sun- Andaree
When sparrows chirp, it's orange hue of twilight,
Forgotten is yesterday's each fight,
Rise to another day's fun.
Leaves nothing undone,
Ascends new
Sun.
Mystic view,
Be it for the pun,
Vivid dreams of everyone,
Greens mesmerise, a colourful sight,
When sparrows chirp, it's orange hue of twilight.
Written Oct 14th, 2015
For contest by Andrea
Awarded HM
angelmine, needless to say i am rendered speechless
you gentleness and the peace it brings me is therapy for my sanity
with you, i never want to go
the miracle of it all i never would have imagined
the fact that you chose me....sweet angelmine
now i am not one for words
i am definitely not one for overt presentations
i am one to simply say you are beautiful and look at the ceiling while tastefully blessed
it is enough for you today, however the yearning in the air ascends us to higher levels of
ecstatic potentiality
i sit here now and watch you do your little thing and just shake my head....
....at the fact that you chose me, sweet angelmine....
Seize the day!?Seize the day,!!?Seize the day!!!
Once I cried “carpe diem”—pluck each moment bright—
But now I know: no soul can truly seize the day;
We can but watch it vanish into night.
Time slips through grasping hands, in echoes vast,
Like memories we hoard—“This too shall pass.”
Before we sense its passing, a thousand moons have passed,
Leaving only footprints fading from the glass.
Open your heart—learn to forgive, let fractures mend.
Time won’t endure; only the love you send
Will bloom beyond your time—compassion, gentle, kind—
Impressions lasting long after days unwind.
We cannot hold on to time, nor merely let it fly.
Still, there’s so much waiting—for question, life, reply.
By living fully, learning wild and free,
From five years old to ninety-five, there's more to be.
As age ascends, keep wonder in your gaze,
Play games, try tastes untasted—let life amaze.
Gather with friends, sip joy’s sweet draft,
Find sunlight in the small, and laugh the hearty laugh.
...under oak, poplar and terebinth,
where the shade is pleasant.
Hosea 4:13b (NIV)
WHERE THE SHADE IS PLEASANT
Let’s gather daughters and sons
into the complacent shade,
arrest our minds
with shady thoughts.
Meditate of mindful things,
writhing and diamond rings
— noses poked, like cattle folk
under the pious tree.
The light sans sun,
moony-eyed whites
in transfiguration,
venerating mother nature.
Mushrooms and mold
in shady rooms,
poisoning of youthful lusts,
posturing of prostitutes.
Look to the hills then,
to mountaintops…
Follow the stick of wood
to its wick —
a sacrificial burning.
But prey tell me,
will you be left with a stump
when your demon burns to the ground?
Elah and Alon hold hands
looking to the figure on the cross.
The perfect shade dissolves the dross.
Nails, splintered wood, wormwood thorns disappear
as the Savior ascends past wooden clouds.
Look past the pretentious shade!
Look past the mountains and hills!
Look past the sun!
Look there with branches held high!
See the Son of God! Look to holy things!
Bow at His holy feet!
Be lifted up by holy hands,
the One’s that hail,
“Well done!”
5/31/2018
Matt 25:23 His master replied, “Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!”
*Alon and Elah - Oak and Terebinth trees
Chasin’ Lighting – In Honor of the CUA Crew!
Several rickety rides held together with the faith of the ages,
Sages some might say, turnin’ pages of things old and things new,
The chosen few, riding with the storm,
Lighting flashing on all sides,
Switchin’ gears from fears of repeating histories to mysteries of new days dawning,
Spawning day dreams of elastic electricity, serendipity,
As Barack ascends,
Inspiring men,
They fight the darkness of hail ridden windshields,
Toggling between the unknown and highbeams of luminescent knowledge,
Chasing a faith strong enough to free the fatherless and set the captives free,
Wrestling not against flesh and blood,
But wide turns of satanic deception,
With weapons of light like mad max before them,
They wage war on the dark roads of Memphis, searching like alley cats like Thunder Cats,
For stitches of acts like koinonia,
Chasing a faith in persistent praya’ for a different tomorrow.
Sorrows fading beneath the commitment to serve a God beyond the schizophrenic nightmare of human imagination,
Sorrows fading beneath the elation of love and mercy eternal,
On their way to Oklahoma City,
Fighting for that Jerusalem which will stand forever,
Caught in the obsession of one singular endeavor,
To redeem the minds of our time, and see a renaissance explode out of the womb of suffering,
7, several, 70 times 7 rides, held together with the faith of the ages,
Chasing the courage of Baptists,
Chasing the justice of quakers,
Chasing the wisdom of Episcopalians,
Chasing the unity of Catholics,
Chasing the power of charismatics,
Chasing the stillness of the upper room,
Chasing pentacostal fire,
Chasing a fire strong enough to speak in the language of doubting atheists,
To speak in the language of agnostic scholars,
To speak in the shalom of the Torah,
To speak in the illumination of the Bagadav Gita,
Convincing Hindus of the ultimate avatar,
The Bodhisattva the Christ,
Converting crack heads into prophets of a blessed age,
They rage against disbelief and catch hold the rhythm of heavenly praise,
That all will be saved,
Several rickety rides, like Battlestar Gallactica, a rag tag assembly of apostles,
Chasing the end of paranoid hatred and the daydream of life eternal,
Several rickety rides,
Chasin' lighting
Winter
In cold, silent night with star filled eyes,
Austere Winter ascends her icy throne
And sternly rules under polar skies.
Sleep dulled hours tread slow with little sound,
The barely awakened days too short.
Gentle snow blown soft upon the ground.
Until spirited Spring usurps the throne
And Winter's loss to Summer's profit turns.
Then golden leaves by Autumn spirits blown
And ancient forest trees bend and groan.
Weary Days darken, Nature turns to rest
As Winter once again ascends her throne.
Barry Stebbings
18/05/2016
As light escapes, the lustrous moon ascends
a prelude to the majesties of night
with shining constellations that transcend
and shooting stars that burn with heaven's light.
Night's canopy unfurls its galaxies
with planet earth along the milky way
to join with glorious skies, orbiting so free
unique with life, an abundant, grand display.
As Jupiter and Mars round sun again
along with Venus, Pluto in its wake
this requiem of solar dance began
in ages past by God for His own sake.
A galactic promenade in gleaming reverie
ordained above in interstellar harmony.
Written on 5/15/2017