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I sleep. The hours tick by mercilessly;
Unfilled, purposeless, full of potential.
“What to do? What to do???”
I mutter, tumbling,
Like Alice, down the rabbit hole.
My hands push down ballooning petticoats.
Careful not to show or touch anything.
I twirl beneath the pile down comforters.
The hours tick by crimson red;
And in the dream, the rose Queen shouts.
“Off with HER HEAD!”
An eyebrow is plucked whole from my face.
It falls matted and to the ground
Leaving me, brow akimbo, surprised, and horrified.
“What to do? What to do? What to do???”
Half shorn. Half drawn. Half born?
A painter’s pallet appears before me.
A brow is drawn… for me.
Yet, the Rose Queen still screams on.
“Off with HER HEAD!” “Off with HER HEAD!”
Naomi and her family departed from Bethleham Judah the land of milk and honey
in the midst of a famine as they were unable to earn any money
so on to the region of Moab they ventured and prospered to some degree
until Naomi lost her husband and both sons and was left alone to grieve
to her daughters-in-law she told them both to their families they should go back
but one daughter-in-law Ruth refused to let their relationship come under attack
she told Naomi I will never leave you nor forsake you
I will stay by your side no matter what we have to go through
your people will be my people, your God will be my God
and wherever you choose to travel you and I will never part
with loyalty, love and devotion Ruth needed Naomi in her life
in order for her to develop a relationship with our Lord Christ
now worshipping God together placing their fate in His hands
for this was a divine hook-up that the Lord our God had planned
Now Naomi needed Ruth too but was too afraid to admit it
as she felt she had been forsaken by the presence of the Holy Spirit
but God was in the midst of that relationship from the very start
He had destined that Ruth and Naomi would never, ever part
for when women worship God great relationships are made in life
with loyalty, love and devotion in the name of Jesus the Christ
In the course of your life there will be people whom you need and require
to help you to be all that you can be in the way that God desires
the clarifiers in your life will help you to see what is your mission
the collaborators in your life will encourage you to come to a decision
the confronters in your life will nag you and stay in your face
while the comforters in your life if they're of God will help you find your place
then the celebrators in your life will help you to rejoice in your victory
with the spirit of love, devotion and a godly loyalty
Now Ruth went on to get remarried but kept Naomi as a member of her household
for their relationship was a divine hook-up that was under God's control
for when women worship God great relationships last an eternity
Naomi and Ruth a divine hook-up of love, devotion and loyalty
A Prayer to the Lord
A Hymn
By Michelle Morris
01/09/2022
Lord, please make me an instrument of Thy peace
Let mercy and love combine to bring soul easement
Lord, please guide my path every day
Let me walk in Your guidance and perfect ways
Lord, please help me make the righteous choices
Let me always hear Your Angels' voices
Lord, when I stumble, please help me stand back up
Let me know that You protect my life
Lord, please show me how to live in faith
Let me focus on hope and forget about the haters
Lord, let me feel Angel wings as warriors and comforters
Let me stay strong and feel Heaven's arms
Lord, please help us all on this little sphere
Let each of us be better with the passing years
Lord, please bless our souls and keep our eyes on truth
Let every soul be the embodiment of You
Lord, please help peace and love spread to the ends of the Earth
Let each atom build a new and kinder place
Lord, let us know Your blessings in nature and ourselves
Let each creature build a beautiful world
Lord, please be with us until the end of time
Help us become blessings to the Divine
Lord, please heal and guide this Universe
Let it expand in love and light and mercy
Forever and always
Amen
Amen
Amen
© Michelle Morris, 2022
No Getting Back to Normal, a 9-11 Poem
by Michael R. Burch
for the survivors of 9-11
Intrude upon my grief; sit; take a spot
of milk to cloud the blackness that you feel;
add artificial sweeteners to conceal
the bitter aftertaste of loss. You’ll heal
if I do not. The coffee’s hot. You speak:
of bundt cakes, polls, the price of eggs. You glance
twice at your watch, cough, look at me askance.
The TV drones oeuvres of high romance
in syncopated lip-synch. Should I feel
the underbelly of Love’s warm Ideal,
its fuzzy-wuzzy tummy, and not reel
toward some dark conclusion? Disappear
to pale, dissolving atoms. Were you here?
I brush you off: like saccharine, like a tear.
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Dreamers dream
Scoffers scoff
Thinkers think
And droppers drop
Artists create art
Writers will write
Beware of biters, yes they will bite
A smiler will smile
Still sometimes they'll frown
Although mostly happy
There are times they feel down
Laughers may laugh
Other time they will cry
Life ain't so easy
That's why tryers try
Stinkers will stink
Comforters will comfort
Listen to trumpeters
They really do trumpet
Listeners will listen
Talkers will talk
Movers will move
It's hard for them to stop
Shakers will shake
Steppers will step
You wouldn't be surprised
If a sleeper slept
Circles will circle
Back to the start
A dreamer dreaming
Creating his art
Dusted off for SKAT's contest.
Form:
Her mother was a seamstress, her aunts and grandma too
She had grown up into it naturally, serious seamstress Sue.
Her house was full of fat quarters, there were pins on her floor
Tiny bits of embroidery floss followed all her clothes out the door
She liked quilting, she was an expert, a hand-stitching queen.
Did not allow anyone to say “hand-made” in any kind of mean.
Her jackets were quilted concoctions made of a variety of fabric pieces.
She made comforters and bags for her six daughters and three nieces.
Sue's expensive sewing machine was going twenty-four seven.
Can she take all of the things she made, when she goes up to heaven?
Sue did not worry about any of this, she sewed all day and night.
Wore her spools upon her head also, she was a truly crazy sight.
She thought of herself as Dorothy
tornadoed into an unknowable oblivion
winded she rises,
fetal curled about an umbilicus of she
a shattered reality lays before her.
Shards of past self's pirouette, prisms
released from the boxed frame of sash
and nested frame of sill,
she rises.
The crisp whiteness of a slip sheeted reality
anesthetizes the tumult of pillows
and comforters left behind
she is trampolined upward
but blown inward,
no out lay.
Unpierced by cut glass
chin tucked, bookless, fairy groomed,
the she child exists within the blink
a flash frozen riser.
March 6 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Samuel 9-12
Key Verse – 2Samuel 10:3 …Thinkest thou that David doth honour thy father, that he hath sent comforters unto thee? …
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMFORTING ME
Thank You for comforting me, welcoming me to Your fellowship
Even ushering me toward Your friendship…
Now, I come to Your throne along Your offered intimate relationship
Behold my joy of wholehearted worship.
Thank You for comforting me, restoring me with Your supply-gain
Even feeding me at Your table of satisfaction-reign…
Now, I have food to eat with nutritious grain
Behold my contentment against dissatisfaction strain.
Thank You for comforting me, showing me Your kindness
Even fetching me out of loneliness…
Now, I bow down with reverence-humbleness
Behold my praise with sincere gratefulness.
Thank You for comforting me, setting me in Your liberty
Even fighting for me midst any adversity…
Now, I hide in Your love’s security
Behold my submission with earnest honesty.
Thank You for comforting me, helping me by Your might
Even strengthening me against adversary’s height…
Now, I draw nigh to Your triumphant light
Behold my good courage for righteousness-fight.
Thank You for comforting me, leading me to Your heart
Even upholding me, right from the very start…
Now, I abide in Your Word, never to depart
Behold my conviction, shield from worldliness’ dart.
March 6, 2022
Where we sleep there might be quilts
Or comforters or spreads
Or blankets made in varied styles
To warm us in our beds.
Some might prefer a cashmere throw
Or one hand-knit in wool,
While others cozy up to down
And can’t resist its pull.
A cotton blanket, or velour,
Keeps many feeling snug,
While weighted covers, loved by few,
In most evoke a shrug.
A coverlet atop a bed
Will make it look complete,
Yet lots of sleepers get along
With just an unlined sheet.
Still, no matter what your preference,
Any cover is okay,
But be careful that your partner
Doesn’t tug it all away!
Bitter night
seventeen degrees
all is covered
in frozen white
comforters and blankets
piled so high
tugged up high
warmth to seek
Christmas time
just days away
my night is filled
with guitar dreams
there was a girl
in earlier days
when I was young
in velvet prime
I did sing
in choirs then
and did croon
solos sweet
she did dream
and did long
that just for her
I’d sing my song
she did seek
a music store
where she did buy
a steel guitar
a present then
she made to me
that I might then
for her sing
steel wires
so narrow they
strung so tight
for tender flesh
six to press
with fingers five
twisted to shapes
that hurt my flesh
books of songs
I did buy
and practiced hard
so many hours
steel too hard
and calluses too slow
I did sell
that steel guitar
classic ones
with nylon strings
my fingers found
to be easier be
and more hours
so many long
I did play
a classic guitar
so long ago
when I did try
and I did fail
to play guitar
in dark of night
at Christmas time
I do dream
of bass guitars
strings of four
and a lower pitch
that I could tune
to a open G
then to barre
with finger straight
then playing chords
would simpler be
and the pitch
much lower then
to match my voice
deep and low
I do dream
in dark of night
that I might play
a bass guitar