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Magical Grace
Eternal enchanting spell of grace
No misdirection or levitating secrets
Or sorcerer’s secret cards up their sleeves
Absent the slight-of- hand manipulation of reality
Tricks discarded
No place for hocus pocus
Only the action figure of mystical oblation
Who spins spells of marvels for raptured awe revealed.
Wondering eyes see holy magic moments in scarred hands
Pondering “How can the unexplainable be?”
Unchained real time far from the flesh of dawn to dusk equations -
Spells of Pi theorems unleashed leap into benedictions
Of the infinite infinity
Flashing fireflies of magical grace change face
Whirl,
Shedding shards of conjured deceptions,
To lay hands on clear crystals of dynamic joy -
Leave laughing smiles of awestruck glee -
To see in consecrated clarity the graceful face of God
A spell of grace cast in bounding mystical rainbows
Reflecting in still waters without illusion
3-16-22
Contest: Magical Spell
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
It was the darkest night of the year, and the light was eclipsed but the haunting moon was so near. Lagging
hope faded, and the jading stillness increased my fear. Twas a warm, muggy night with a cool, misty fog drear.
A vixen wind against my jaundiced awning did sheer. All at once, ghostly emanations and visions of black
ravens became so stark so clear. From a nearby church cemetery; gasping, satin-sheathed mummies from their
soiled compartments began to rear. Wispy, veiled goblins in the distant pines started to appear. The nearby
stream gurgled spewing, nauseous vapors that filtered across my warping pier. Gargantuan gargoyles around my
crenelated windows did swerve and veer. White-tipped bats with ebony capes around my porch light did flitter
and fleer. Cringing 'neath my pleated, satin curtians, I heard a knock so *****. Bounding from my cloistered
lair, all my remaining wits did forswear. Flinging open the door, I was confronted by a craggly-clad seer. In a
hurried, modulated rant, he with warnings of pending doom filled each, perched ear. He, then, paused and
glared at me with a bleary-eyed leer. Slamming the door, I began to ponder his doleful, portentous lear, then staggering to my pantry, I grappled for a bottle of cheer. Unbeknownst to me, a pilfering vampire had
spliced a bloody concoction in my satiating beer. Suddenly, the velvet-laced furniture was shrouded with a
crimson verneer. Stumbling along a meandering course to the basement, I located a wooden box that
resembled a bier. Accepting my perilous fate, climbed into my designated tomb, and into my coroded heart
plunged a jagged spear.
Steel upon endings
Taken by fate, to a subway of feelings
Caverns which reap what I call
Beacons of hope at the end often stealing
Fixtures in spite of it all
Counting the tracks of a firm destination
Purchasing tickets to share
Fear stands my heart of my own hesitation
Wondering if you are there
Whistles a’ call and the watchman he carries
Candles of flickering flame
Dancing like wings on the shoulders of fairies
Illumined this night to remain
Standing alone on this platform libation
Drinking the sights I do see
Pacing my walk as my feet they do hasten
Bounding so effortlessly
Hearing the rumble of steel upon endings
Narrow the edge where I wait
Moving along with the answers depending
Finding the hour is late
Darkness invades past the lights ever keeping
Colors to turn on in time
Riding this train of a heart constant weeping
Until the day you are mine
He is a runner. I used to be too
Which is why I do not wear heels
Or even slippery sandals to school.
I am in tennis shoes but he is fast.
Only five-years-old and no doubt
an Olympic contender.
“Catch that kid!” I yell up the hallway.
Two other teachers corner him.
He jumps over both of their heads.
Bounding toward the outside door.
An Olympic jumper too.
What about that! The kids cheer.
I head out the door
Chasing him through the playground.
He climbs up to the tip top
Where no one is supposed to go.
Not even the sixth graders go there.
I am impressed.
I try to act stern as I beg him to come down.
Bribery does not work a wit. I am impressed!
In his private parlor the king of Moab rests,
Having just retired from his more spacious quarters,
Where King Eglon had received the Israelite guests,
Bearing tribute, not a gift, but by the king’s orders.
Israel’s cries to God, about their being bereft,
Brought about the sending of a rescuer from the Lord.
Ehud, a man ambidexterous and lethal with his left,
Wore on his right thigh a cubit-length sword.
Ehud is sent by God to ease Israel’s suffering,
And is quickly added with those bearing the treasure.
He conceals his double-edged sword with a covering
And, pretending to have an errand, asks the King’s pleasure.
Eglon, a king who rules with an iron rod,
Believes Ehud’s pretense of a secret task--
A special message he says is from God—
And sees Ehud in his parlor as he asks.
Eglon the king rises from his lounging,
As Ehud announces what his visit is about.
With sword in hand, Ehud is suddenly bounding
And stabbing the king until his entrails fall out.
Ehud dashes out on the porch, locking doors in back.
He dashes by idols and monuments of stone and iron,
And flees toward Mount Ephraim, following the track,
Where timely he lifts and blows the trumpet of Zion.
Abounding with delightful childhood* experiences, awesome
Blessed am I by the Lord --- Source of goodness-bliss
Cheered along care-cuddles, more than candies
Doted dear daughter of Mom and Dad…
Enclosed with encompassing parents’ love everyday
Freed was I against insecurity’s forces within family joy’s fortress
Growing up through godliness-guidance and gracious grants
Heart of mine heralded happy, healthy home…
I thank and praise God for imparted inspiring influence
Jubilant siblings sharing jackets, even jokes and jeers
Kindness prevailed warmed by good night’s hugs and kisses
Lingering still until now… laughter while learning new language.
Memories of grade school age moved me toward merriment-mirth
Novel discoveries: names, nations, needs never to neglect, so numerous
Opened my mind to opportunities’ offerings for knowledge-optimization
Prepared, propped and propelled me to what and who am I now as a person.
*1Corinthians13:11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
July 9, 2019
7th place, "Childhood Memories" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 7/10/2019.
Ever-loved by the Lord Almighty, greatly eternal
Verily blessed with salvation security so vital
Earnest in serving thru the Holy Spirit’s empowerment
Learning from God’s Word for victorious life…
Light of the Saviour leads her with gracious liberty
Upholding her steadfast faith upon biblical understanding
Nourished for f r u i t s along discipleship nurture
Abiding* in Christ and midst His goodness, abounding.
*John 15:4 Abide in me (Jesus Christ), and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.
August 11, 2021
Dear Ate Evel,
God be praised and thanked for granting you another year to experience His goodness, graciousness, and greatness in your life. Thanks for being a blessing.
A blessed birthday to you. I love you in the Lord.
Yellow prances in parades of giggles,
Like the grace of forgiveness in winter’s deep valleys,
To build a house made in joyful pirouettes
Escaping from its space between orange and green
To jig and jive in odes of clarity
Sprinkling spring with daffodils and crocus.
The language of yellow celebrates in celestial tones,
Weaving clear light on barren boughs,
Shards of pure energy never rest
Reveling in naked ecstasies of delight
Sunbeams on the loose refusing to wear a disguise,
Transparent gladness of festivity.
Yellow heralds the glory of optimistic stars
Stretching into cold corners
Breathing fireflies into the tombs of musky indigos
Tossing petals of sunlight
Into rainbow starved air
With outbursts of uncontrollable mirth and merriment.
Splendor bounding! Radiance released!
OH YES...IT IS WELL...
I now know you as you are known
to be known---as in the beginning
when wisdom posited
riveting pellets of revelations
strengthening fertile minds---etching
fearless determinations---bounding
the oneness of mind so essential to survival.
I now know you as you are known
to be known---and no false claims
of Armageddon can excuse you
from you inhuman genocidal deeds.
No capricious apology or innate fear
can generate a forgive---forget syndrome.
Remember to remember that Judas
was and is---forgiven:
for Truth---never forgotten nor
desired to be---is his deed.
May God forgive me
for allowing you to freely rape
and abuse peace, love and justice.
May The Supreme forgive me for allowing
myself to drink the wine of deceit
and bite into the fruit of fear---to forget
to remember: you cannot love the tree
and hate its roots; that you cannot fight wars
in the name of peace; cannot build justice
and equanimity on a foundation of injustice.
To forgive and forget? May The Most High
forever forgive me and never forget
to remind me of the profound effect my fears---
veiled, shadowed choice that I have had to make:
Relentlessly springing into fiery actions
when not needed; failing to initiate
community actions when I knew I should.
I now know you as you were known
to be known: hate---the fraternal abortion
from the belly of the womb; the un-sanctified one---
Indeed, with satanic blades you may murderously cut down briefly
the tender trees of the Garden of The Most High; but remain powerless
to uproot the ever anchored and growing roots of our supreme
beginnings here: in this wayward land that is bequeathed us.
Indeed, in Amazing Grace…shall we still rise…rise…
and rise again; and may our portion be to hear and echo:
well done…well done…all is well.
Soft, warm eyes caressed my soul
With a gentleness that would thrive
When I took the time to look into them
Where so much love and joy abounded
Such tenderness surrounded me as I
Allowed this intimacy to fill my heart
And guide my thoughts to a heavenly
Place of grace, where goodness would
Remain, even in the worst sort of pain
~~~
All too soon, my canine friend, my angel
From the hand of One who must have known
I needed a treasure to stay by my side
Always aware of my needs and my dreams
Willing to give to me all of its kind heart
With feelings that seem to make prayers
Bleed from the veins of those who know
This placid spirit will leave this earth
Bounding across the light that separates
The heavens from us, who will always seek
To know the love inspired by this one friend
Who, in spite of darkening the days with death
Will forever be alive, a welcome light, secreted
Deep within the soul who loves completely
~~~
Those soft, warm eyes still caress my soul
From the heavens where I know God alone
Feels the adoration of this gentle friend’s devotion
~~~
Love like this will forever be a part of my heart!
All Pets Go To Heaven Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
August 8, 2020