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FAITH BRINGS THE HARVEST
Although they go forth weeping
carrying the seed to be sown,
They shall come back rejoicing
Psalm 124
The furrows of our beginnings lie barren: cystic Seeds fallen between the rows; statues of clods
Represent still stages shadowing scenes
Deferred.
Ancient ones, rooted by the river, grow
Like their mother willows: weeping tears
To barren seeds rains have forgotten to fall on.
(Who or what will germinate their souls?)
The plow masters have gone to wilderness:
Wandering trails of bygone labors; the
Plow sheds have gone empty; bellows
Have lost their harvest winds.
Fields, in shadows of mountains, await
The coming of the rain goddess; we
In memories of acacia dreams,
Sprinkle phoenix ashes;
Whispering sacred words
To dormant seeds we have sown:
Indeed, faith will bring the harvest.
The river flows, carrying her
Away from earth out to somewhere---
Bird-music groans as harsh wind blows-
Carrying her, the river flows.
The gulls above cry ,that for now
My fingers shake like leaf to bough,
Beneath the melancholy sky
That for now. the gulls above cry.
This eternal sleep, when nights grow blind
I long for all that's warm and kind…
Thirsty for life, Mom's mine to keep
Nights grow blind... this eternal sleep.
Defying death, tears on the brink
I may collapse, or faint and sink.
To struggle on with every breath-
Tears on the brink, defying death.
Beautiful is she, moonglows end
Upon my faith these thoughts depend--
On braving time though I foresee
Moonglows end, beautiful is she.
For Broken Wings' Contest
A Poem About Death: Theme - this eternal sleep
Form: Swap Quatrian
5/17/2018
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
against the western wind; he will certainly mourn Piraeus,
and with sorrow-striken eyes, he'll invoke Poseidon.
Then he'll depart carrying the long hunting horn.
The small vessel will hold out and he won't fear waves,
but he laughs at Ares--who despises all kinds of irony.
Occasional gusts soothe the skin on his noble face,
unwrinkled and unrugged. Spring water should
quench his dry tongue; it's too warm and tasteless.
Stored in a huge amphora which depicts faces
of gods and warriors engaged in warfare,
it has the same warmth of the sweat that drips
from his hot forehead that has turned red.
Ahead, wisps of fog arise--an imagery whale.
Beyond there are perils and certain delights;
thoughts of danger will perturb him, thoughts
of discovery will enthrall him. He will be experiencing
them on his voyage--what he desires is smooth sailing.
He has heard of sirens and cyclops,
of fertile valleys and fields of yellow wheat;
of buffalos that roam, of goats and sheep that bleat.
How amazed he will be to find rocks
to build the New City*on that pristine shore--
he will declare his Queen sitting in the marble throne!
Demitrios the golden Spartan captain sets sail for Italy
to escape Achille's curse; he refuses to hide in the wooden horse,
he will never return to Greece. Athens and Sparta will not fight
with swords and arrows; their grand plan is to win war by deceit.
Cleverness will defeat the Trojans. Only Helena foresees the worse;
they don't heed her words--Troy will fall to the enemy.
* The New City: Neapolis ( Naples ).
He chose the illegal way,
instead of honesty and prayer,
to deny his sordid existence with the blankest stare;
and while tragedy strikes home,
he can't evade those prisons' walls and run free
to comfort with his shallowness a wife drowned in sorrow,
struggling to make a living,
giving more density to an empty feeling...
An incarcerated father,, temporarily alienated
from society,while his kids' dreams are incinerated;
had he been a good dad like others have,
nothing of this sort would have happened..no goodbye, no tears!
Fathers, ponder over this and spare them many useless heartbreaks!
Never let them see you dragged in chains to a courtroom,
and feel the humiliation of the harshest words from a furious judge!
Is this what you like to hear and not change anytime soon?
What makes any man desire
others' possessions that they earned with their sweat;
what makes a dishonorable human being seize,
by a swift and injurious hand, what isn't his?
Desperation and deprivation play their role,
to bring to completion the Devil's schemes of deceit;
any remorse, not to suppress guilt, and make this sin remissible:
to erase everything from his conscience consumed by greed?
An incarcerated father, dreaming of those innocent faces,
he condemned in hell without any fault of their own; heartless father,
take another look at them and see how they shiver;
they would like to hold you, but something holds them back...
if you are capable of carrying out the evil in you and hurt strangers,
how will they ever trust you and not see that as a possible threat?
Untrustworty and unworthy one...you have failed as a dad;
and would they understand and rescue you from the inferno you've created?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Walk in woods enriching and serene
Draws gratitude quieting garrulous mind
Tranquil forests of breathtaking peaks
Whisper softly building profound links
Soaring trees of Oaks, Conifers and Ponderosa Pines
Form deep rooted networks in robust mountain brims
Sweet bonding and affection of charming mallard pair
Teaches true admiration and persistent care
Meandering streams of small dazzling cascades
Hum cheery tunes flowing through rocky beds
Fallen scattered countless pine needles
Form soft, cushioned carpet for elated ramblers
Cool breezes of fresh whistling wind
Blow newness carrying soothing feeling
Tumbled trees and twigs of many kinds
Show synchronous blending of death and life
Piles of shrunken crinkly dropped leaves
Feed trees and shrubs nourishing meals
Tapping of Acorn woodpecker on oak tree
Breaks silence showing power of tenacity
Dancing butterflies in wild flower fields
Propagate growth of new survives
Playful dog’s innocent, bouncy frisks
Bring harmony to body, soul and mind
In mysteries of mountains, woods, and water
Mind gets lost and soul is awaken
Enchanting landscape of loving Mother Earth
Breeds profound grace showing interdependent world…
She came into this world without asking,
Not for love, but to fit the mold society built for her—
To carry expectations she never chose.
Before she knew “want,”
Before she understood touch,
She was a flower pressed between the hands of the world,
Measured by demands she never agreed to.
She grew not with love,
But with duty—
Holding responsibility before she learned to stand,
Carrying her family, her world,
On shoulders too small to bear such weight.
She became everyone’s anchor,
Living many lives for many people,
Yet never one for herself.
Her mind twisted with unspoken thoughts,
Starved not for food alone,
But for care—
For a touch meant only for her,
For recognition that she is more than a giver,
More than a vessel of sacrifice.
She learned to achieve silently,
To dream in secret,
So no one would feel disappointed—
Even as her own heart stayed hidden.
She bore loss quietly,
Kept her life small
Even while the world around her overflowed
With the things she earned.
She did this to keep others from hurting,
To keep love balanced on fragile scales.
Yet still—
Through exhaustion,
Through the ache of being first,
Through the weight of being unseen—
She endures.
She heals herself.
She breathes.
She survives.
A quiet, steadfast testament
To a soul that gives everything
And asks nothing—
Except the small, sacred grace
To simply be.
Time stood still on this
warm summer day
Flowers full bloom as
their sweet scent wafts
upon the warm summer breeze
The clear stream weaves it's way
between the trees as their full
leaves provide shade from the heat
of the day, two squirrels playfully
caught in a game of tag while a robin
sits perched in her nest taking a
quick nap before her offspring wakes
demanding to be fed
Even the cat and dog play together
on this beautiful afternoon when
mother comes out of the house carrying
a basket of wet clothes to hang on the
clothes line so they
can drink in the days many scents
sealing it into every fiber smelling of
this gorgeous day when the next one
Pulls it from the closet and
holds the freshness to their nose
Ahh today is a perfect
summer day
Holding all those summer
smells, and sights all teasing
my senses I'm enjoying all these
things happening in front of me
Then I closed my eyes to fall into a
peaceful sleep where I dreamt of
the very same things I had seen
Beauty that's followed me into
my dreams
Sponsor Brian Strand
YOUR CHOICE(8),any form,any theme Poetry Contest
"We are all mad here!"--Alice in Wonderland
Yellow is here! Everything is sunshine!
giddy, dizzy, silly, possibility!
happy, hopeful hilarity!
I bounce on a ball of joy
full of energy and passion!
I can do anything! I will do everything!
I laugh heartily! Tears flow, and I can’t breathe
from the laughing. I can’t stop laughing
and I don’t want to! ha ha ha!
I see your face, the disconnect, the side glance.
I watch you wonder if I’m ok.
'cause it wasn’t that funny. But I keep laughing,
until it leaves me. And I enjoy it completely,
every fading chuckle, because I know…
that the darkness is coming. The thick blackness
that settles over me suffocating me,
choking me, but not killing me, making me want to die.
But some primal survival mechanism
keeps me inhaling and exhaling.
I walk through my days carrying the heavy weight
of all that is wrong, or will be wrong,
of all I’ve done, or not done, or undone.
No peace found even in my dreams.
The dark presence stands over me and wakes me
just to make me cry, and I can’t escape myself.
It feels like I am bound in a sepulcher,
encased in something. I know it’s just my own body,
but I want to claw my way out!
I can’t breathe, or sleep, or stop breathing!
I will my heart to stop beating! but it goes on!
with its tormenting thumping!
I know THAT is what's coming...
So, for now I laugh and cry laughing!
I will ride this mania train as long as I can because…
black is waiting.
(* Written for "Brainstorm" contest but it filled up)
I can't forget the last six years,
They live in the quiet parts of me,
In the way i pause before i speak;
In the things I no longer run from.
There was someone
Not just a name,
But a season,
A thousand small moments
That shaped how i stand today
Tall and proud.
I made choices.
Some brave, some reckless,
Some that replay like a tape
Wondering who I'd be
If i turned left instead of right
I made mistakes too.
Heavy ones.
The kind you don't outgrow,
You learn to carry
Like stones in your pockets
That teaches you how to walk taller.
I dont pretend im untouched
I dont pretend im innocent
I've learned that growth
Isn't erasing the past,
It's holding it without breaking.
Those six years didn't disappear.
They became my spin.
They taught me how love can ache,
How leaving can stay
How memory doesn't fade
It softens.
And now I move forward
With everything I was,
And everything I’m still becoming,
Carrying the past
Not as a burden,
But as proof
That I survived it.
February 1 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 4-6
Key Verse – Leviticus 4:2 Speak unto the children of Israel, saying, If a soul shall sin through ignorance against any of the commandments of the LORD concerning things which ought not to be done, and shall do against any of them.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY IGNORANCE SUBDUER
Lord God, You are my ignorance Subduer through Your commandment
Thank You for anointing me with Your Word empowerment
So that I can learn along my ministry-involvement
With compassion for prayer-led achievement.
Lord God, You are my ignorance Subduer through Your wisdom’s nurturing
Thank You for teaching me the essence of sacrifices’ peace-offering
So that I can yield myself to You as a cleansed vessel with Your covering
With Your holiness, not guilty of grumbling and murmuring.
Lord God, You are my ignorance Subduer through Your caring admonition
Thank You letting me gain from Your knowledge of guided application
So that I can submit to You my hard-headedness and proud disposition
With Your correction along timely counsel and exhortation.
Lord God, You are my ignorance Subduer through Your sovereign authority
Thank You for hiding me from miseries caused by uncertainty
So that I can exercise prudence, neglecting never-entrusted duty
With Your assurance to forgive my confessed iniquity.
Lord God, You are my ignorance Subduer through Your consistent reminders
Thank You for touching me to see Your presence against vision-blinders
So that I can make amends for my lack of faith among stalwart defenders
With Your discernment forbidding me to walk with law-offenders.
Lord God, You are my ignorance Subduer through Your truth-braced fellowship
Thank You for directing me from falsity of deceitful leadership
So that I can depart against flattering friendship
With Your instruction for jubilant worship.
Lord God, You are my ignorance Subduer through Your vibrant righteousness
Thank You for carrying me forth to Your altar of willingness
So that I can abide in Your faithful graciousness
With Your refreshing comfort and loving kindness.
February 1, 2023