Long Come to Poems
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"The Eternal Word"
Always on the verge
Of Christmas/ Heaven
Contemplations merge
From Eternal Father--
"Timelessly shining"
To our souls--
Divinely "Be Mine!"-ing
Before the Beginning
Father/ Spirit/ Son
An Eternal Family
Our Blessed Mother won
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Inspired by: 1. E.W.T.N. (The Eternal Word Television Network), and
2. the Oblates of the Virgin Mary fathers' Marian Consecration essays, &
3. CRADLE OF REDEEMING LOVE (THE THEOLOGY OF THE CHRISTMAS MYSTERY) by John Saward, 2002. pg. 134-135:
"Eternal Generation. The begetting of the Father's Son and Word is eternal, that is, altogether free of succession, without before or after, beginning or end. The Byzantine Church expresses the dogmatic truth in words that match metaphysical precision with poetical beauty: 'The Virgin draws nigh to bear Thee, O Lord, Who, shining timelessly from the Father, hast now come to be in time, setting us loose from the temporal passions of our souls.' ("The Forefeast of the Nativity" Menaion, pg. 211). The Word is the co-eternal Son of the Eternal Father. Whenever the Father was, the Son was. ... Since the Father is always the Father, the Father is never without the Son. ... Fatherhood... is not a relation into which the Father enters, but the relation by which the Father exists. ... [Jesus] is eternal Child because He receives everlastingly the whole of the divine essence, all that He is, from the Father."
The Adorable And Big Heart
Whose heart is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.
such as such she has the adorable and big heart;
She gives her heart a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.
such as such she has the adorable and big heart;
The heart is adorable, big and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her cheap.
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.
I envision such as such she has the adorable love with a big heart;
5/31/19
There, so long ago ...
Precious little one, hair of platinum!
If I could but speak to you from the "now",
From the heart of the man you will come to be ...
Oh, you have a pure spirit there, little one,
Full of love and energy and uncommon tenderness,
(For such a wee, wobbly, skinny little lad) ...
Fascination, rife, for every particularly wonderful thing,
Like stars, the sea, and clean, white seersucker shirts, (three times-a-day).
A loving mother and older siblings to nurture you,
And a father who sacrificed all to work long hours and provide,
His sweat and varicose legs and lack of engagement
The payment for opportunities and education that so many never realize.
Yes, little one, clutch steadfast the child's heart that thrums within,
Above all else, save love, it will guide you back ...
You are a free spirit, and you will chart paths through life's thickest brush,
You will rebel away from the median, and choose poorly in emotion,
You will experience and learn and feel and gain SO much,
But you will fall even further, and lose almost all, I'm afraid ...
I can not keep you from the seams of Hell, little one, that is your destiny,
But the glimmer of love and your child's heart will wind you home,
The same heart that will crush with the pains of loss and lessons ...
But trust it always, little one ... trust it ALWAYS,
And here you will be, looking back with wonder and gratitude ...
On a full, rich, extraordinary life.
** FOURTH PLACE in the "What Child Is This" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Sponsor. **
TThey walked hand in hand, barefoot through the meadow
The birds were in song and the bees were in flight
It seemed that they only had eyes for each other
The buttercups danced, in the warm evening light
They paused for a while, for a kiss and a cuddle
Then dipped their feet in the cool of the stream
Then off to the house of their dreams, down the laneway
Together forever, behold loves young dream
In a white linen dress and a garland of roses
She wed in the place, where her wedding had been
And gallant was he, in his service apparel
They danced in the spring air of nineteen fourteen
With tears in her eyes, she waves down the laneway
He was off to the fight, in the war to end wars
She waited and prayed, put a light by the window
He witnesses horror and death by the score
Well the hedge has grown over, she can’t see the meadow
The home that she loved is all creaky and cold
She looks down the lane and remembers the good times
The picture she holds, is now fifty years old
Her feet haven’t cooled in the stream for a long time
All her memories fade, since her day as a bride
She remembers her dance, in the spring with her loved one
Then she cuddles her picture of him with such pride
No flowers in the garden, just weeds which grow tall now
The kids call her names, as they hurry on by
That crazy old woman, who stares down the laneway
The taunts hurt her feelings, though the names make her cry
One night in the springtime, he came back to visit
He beckoned to her, to come to his place
She was found with her picture, and a garland of roses
She wore a white linen dress; she had a smile on her face
A mother's hand trembles
as she brushes a tear from her eyes;
while watching her awkward child
standing all alone, forgotten.
As others, in their budding self-awareness,
catch glimpses as they run by, playing
at their games and life.
They were too young, perhaps,
to appreciate that difference will
often foretell brilliance, that genius
sometimes hides behind
shyness, and strength within
softly stammered words.
Instead, we often feel we must march
to the same annoying drum beat,
speak the same exhausted phrases,
and think only empty thoughts
to feel connected. While left alone,
the one who's different
finds contentment in tending
a garden of his dreams.
Perhaps he should have come to this
life a little later, when humanity
might have learned acceptance
of those unlike themselves, and
tolerance for minds greater than
their own.
But, for now, there'll be derision
as insecurity outruns compassion
in the human race. Yet, as sometimes
happens, the awkward one, rejected as
a playmate, is now extolled by many
critics for his masterpieces.
And we gaze in wonder at the loveliness
of the unique.
I sit here reminiscing about the past.
Pain and sorrow are not meant to last.
Maybe time does heal all wounds, for I no longer cry.
Letting my tears run dry.
Life is a gift that shouldn't be wasted.
For sweet victory today, I've tasted.
Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring.
But as of now, I choose to be delighted, forever grateful and to sing.
Learning from previous mistakes.
Yes, a second chance, is all it takes.
To feel God's love, sent from above.
I cherish the time we have together.
Knowing that I will love you forever.
I never thought that I could feel so protected and respected.
Then you came along, and I realized just how much God loves me.
Faith is believing what you cannot see.
Everything I've been through, lead me towards our encounter, face to face.
There is no color, no boundaries, no race.
This is what fairytales are made of, they do exist and come to life.
After all the agony, loss and never ending strife.
I'm grateful that God chose me as your wife.
It is a collection of 66 different books.
Each an important puzzle piece, just take a look.
God took a complete puzzle and tossed it in the air.
It fell down to the earth, scattering everywhere.
Most important piece is God himself
That most will ever see.
John 15:4 says "You must abide in Me!"
The book Genesis tells how all things begin.
While Revelation shows us what happens in the end.
Each piece or book will provide another clue.
Of why Creator and creature interacts the way they do.
In Genesis, book of beginnings chapter's one, two & three.
It tells how everyone and all things have come to be.
Next we find out in chapter two.
He gave birth to his children and told the oldest what to do.
Obey me He said and all will go well!
But the moment you disobey, life for you will be hell!
You'll trigger a cancerous disease from within!
It will corrupt your thought patterns and will be called Sin!
Though I already know everything you will do.
The right to make your own choices, must be granted to you.
I've placed a conscious in you, but right now it's asleep.
It will provide you guidance when disconnected from Me.
It will not bother you as long as you do right.
But when you're doing wrong, it will trouble you day & night.
I've created this paradise for you my children today.
Obey my house rules or I must send you away.
While you're out being your own god, far away from home.
I gave you a concept called "Prayer" to be your cell phone.
I am "Truth!" and therefore unable to lie.
Disobedience severs our spiritual cord and your spirit will die.
You'll live by 5 senses of the flesh unfortunately,
And your offspring will loose all awareness of Me.
You'll curse humanity until the end of Days!
You'll hate, kill, and suffer for not doing as I say.
Because I gave a perfect man the order to obey.
Only the death of another perfect man can take it away.
Once your bloodline becomes infected with the cancer of sin.
You'll reproduce defects only, but out of love, I'll step in.
I'll put on an 'Earth Suit!" come down from my Throne.
Die with your curse inside Me, so you can return home!
The whole time you're on earth, you will have problems there.
I'll send Angelic help, when you call me through prayer.
You'll know it's me carrying my life saving plans.
When you hear code word "Jesus!" The Savior of man!
Imprisoned
Am I, by the voracious appetite, the relentless grasp of love.
Goaled, caged – a prisoner of love’s illusions of, it’s reality for.
I am unable to extricate myself from the shackles that bind me to.
The fetters of my love for, hold me, ever so firmly, in their grip.
I realize that I have the key – it is in my head – to set myself free. It has, it does come to me, oh so often !, ringing in my ears, in my brain, in my heart, hanging so harshly before my eyes “ you will never be my boyfriend, never my lover ” – “ you are not of my class ” ( social rung of the societal ladder ), - “ you are not on my level ” ( level of education ), - “ you are not a man I desire ” ( have any feelings for ), - “ you are stupid – unintelligent ”, “ you have no brain, don’t use your brain ”, “ you don’t listen to me, you don’t understand anything, know anything ”, “ you are to old, can’t change ” ( to become my creation ? ), “ I do not believe you ! ” ( am I a liar ?, a con man ?, a bullshitter ?, a manipulator ?, am I like all the other men you have been involved with ?, etc., etc. ),
~ SIR GALAHAD's RETURN ~
Sir Galahad's returned to life
Hurrah! Huzzah! and Yippee-Yay!
He's bought himself a hunting knife...
Strange appetites of steeds these days
Demanding noodles, but not hay
Announcing in the village square
"I've come to catch a yeti live
So pray for me a simple pray'r
That I, and not the yeti, thrive"
Sir Galahad, upon his steed
Doffed his visor, then off he rode
The village folk did pay him heed
They prayed a heartfelt plea and crowed:
"Please God, this knight not catch his yeti
~ We haven't any more spaghetti"
-- Iambic Tetrameter (Mostly) --
Have you ever thought about this?
there's so many things to consider here
you'll not know who'll be there or not
whether any shows emotion even a tear
You will have left the scene of time
no longer to be ruled by the clock
having left this body of yours behind
dust to dust, ashes to ashes never to walk
Now let's consider this funeral of yours
the attendance may be single figures or less
but who knows it could be a pack out
the clergyman's word hopefully would bless
Those left behind have it all to do
arrange your funeral, pensions and all of that
trust they will mourn your final passing
having memories of your life from the start
But you won't be there ever again
you'll be in eternity way out there
either in God's presence or farther away
today you can come to God in humble prayer
(Have you ever thought about your funeral? I just thought none of us would attend our funeral which is quite a thought, so this is my thoughts on this event. )