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"She walked in darkness," was a contest entry for Mrs. Campbell of All Poetry. The first part is the actual entry, the way it was composed. The second part is my expanded Poetry Soup version.***
"She walked in darkness and imprisonment. Because she preached the gospel in a closed nation. She walk up to the guillotine and said,"Lord, forgive them."***
"She Walked in Darkness."
She walked all alone in utter and complete despair and total darkness and imprisonment. She was tried and convicted and found guilty of preaching the
redeeming gospel of Jesus Christ in a closed gospel nation.
On the memorable day of her public execution, she prayed the righteous and effectual prayer of a modern day Saint. "Into thine hands my Lord and my God! I commend my spirit into Thy loving and and Thy Victorious hands! Oh death where is Thy sting! Oh grave where is Thy Victory!"
Boldly with her head erected and her eyes burning with righteous fire! She slowly walked up to the guillotine, laid down her head, and loudly said," Behold I see the Son of the Living God, Jesus Christ standing in his throne room! "Lord Jesus, please forgive them, for they know not what they do!"
Later her executioner, and those who passed unfair judgement upon her said. "The bold and courageous lady had the face of an angel!" The general public would confirm it as well.
The windows of heaven opened up to receive the free spirit of a modern day saint. Two heavenly angels escorted her into the presence of the Son of God! And He welcomed her both into His divine presence and into His Kingdom. And gave her an excellent accommodation!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
December 10, 2020
Who questions the great love of a Parent
(whose love is here and present to the end
for caring and for giving to attend
to every child's welfare and contentment)?
A parent's love is greater in extent
than infinite: it's a truth to commend,
a law (that one cannot break or transcend),—
a tenet of all life that's permanent.
A parent's the one who watches and prays
for their child's safety and health all day long
so that they may grow up and thrive always
and become wise and may know right from wrong.
A Parent's love's by far the supreme love,
a child's right that God set up from above.
Outside, free and happy
Teachers in the shade
Loving you and hugging you
Having the best day
Summer on your mind
Baseball games, water parks
Spending time with family
Skinned up knees, mosquito marks
School is the best place
As it comes to an end
Field trips, movies, special treats
To students we commend
Just because it's over
Doesn't make it so
Heaven is a place
Your happiness will go
Baseball with the Angels
Grandma's kissing marks
Spending time with Jesus
In his golden parks
Happy there forever
Pain has gone away
It will always be
Like the end of school in May
You say you will desert your faith and publicly
And if the brethren won't stop you you'll lament hysterically
That you have one more reason out of their lack of concern
Praying that they scatter and never return
But Christ is the Head and He will forever preserve a remnant
Heed His Will and don't worship for selfish wants
For the Father knows that you want these things
Lace not your supposed reverence with attached strings
In the fullness of time which you see as delay
And the lure of the world's pleasure tempts you to stray
You'll have been weak for fainting in the day of trouble
For circumstance proves your commitment unstable
Trouble troubles all but we are to be of good cheer
Hard-pressed from all sides hold your faith dear
Though you have tarried longer than others
Even longer than was required of your forefathers
Your path is unique to you purpose and such as is your time
To complement other calls that they all together sublime
The Psalmist fears not the valley of the shadow of death
And so shall you personally know and say in your breath
When a way has been made for you when there was none
Praises of your God shall come from the witness of your clan
Erasing all doubt about enduringly seeking God to the end
For there is seen faith they could commend and recommend.
K. Muitherero.
I stumble on contradictions and attempt the impossible
reflections condense as composure sings its ragged tune
a cacophony unfolds from the many voices in my head
´think you lost soul employ rationale logic and reason´
yet ´cogito ergo sum´ fails to reap desired conclusions
silent replays of consciousness search for virtue in vain
emotions challenge my path to balance and harmony
like sore synapses they stick to their sorrowful script
transmit dubious pathways in the quest for my centre
like a novice juggler I drop memories and anticipation
a trapeze artist losing his grip under the circus tent
sentiments and intuition yearn for tumble’s free fall
polar opposites and contradictions jumble the process
peripheral vision reveals blind spots and optic illusions
my safety net tangles antinomy’s unshackled threads
paradoxes parade in front of my eyes mind and spirit
yet they commend and complement mutual respect
inconceivable reconciliation remains a step on the way
I dance in moonlight sunshine and obscure darkness
Luna seeks solar fulfilment but trajectories interject
for a moment though I think and feel eclipses no longer
28th August 2020
Theme: Irreconcilable Paradox
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 22 - Lyric 2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
As the sun was wandering the skies
It came upon the Crucifixion, and had to close its eyes
The day that God in Jesus Christ reconciled us to His side
The sun had to withhold its rays and hide
At noon the darkness did ascend
The words of Christ did amend:
(“Father forgive them their worst”, “I Thirst”
“Today in Paradise you will be with Me”
“My God My God why hast thou forsaken Me”
“Woman, behold thy son.”, “It is done”
“Father, into Thy hands My spirit I commend”)
The Sun of Righteousness shines without end
From A to Z, He rules all of history
Your eyes are too pure to look upon evil
But why do you allow it and ordain
The unjust and the just to be blessed by rain.
The prophet Habakkuk has asked
Why are we always to be tasked?
Roust Yourself, Lord awake
Take your hand from Your bosom and give the Earth a shake
In the nights sky, The big round MOON amplifies
Nocturnally a journey set in motion, as my minds eye opens
Through the SHINING STARS so high, to the MILKY WAY I will fly
Hyperspace I'll travel as time stands frozen, a journey full of emotion
Exosphere has been reached its a convey, to the planets walkway
Nebula's fill the empty darkness, in the distance I can see VENUS
Inferior they say, but her light beautifully bright it takes my breath away
Gliding by MARS in its state of unwillingness, a red hue glows in all its wickedness
Heading by the gas giant I flee, for JUPITER holds his principles in a high degree
To PLUTO it has armor made of ice, the dwarf PLANET its toughness will suffice
So as I reach my apogee, the emptiness invaded by mystery was a site to see
The stratosphere in sight, to Earth draped in deep blue she can really entice
Knowing the journey must come to an end, God I must commend
Youthfulness builds imagination for tomorrow, something we must never outgrow
5/2/2017
I Don't Want to Live This Life
(Change of pace equals review of book
long out of circulation,
but eyes experience immediate hook
so perhaps...take a look
and best locate a cozy nook).
Authored by Debbie
Spungen early 1980's,
yours truly doth recommend
perhaps Facebook
message I will send
whose person I would
be eager to befriend
cuz, title of poem by me,
and book written, sans arduous
motherhood to contend
by above (now octogenarian) gal,
a pitched battle blend
of brute confessional honesty,
and maternal love,
yet heaven forfend,
such sacrifice after gleaning
(of... course add in mix amidst end
of post World War II establishment,
viz hippie revolution number 9)
now only praise, aye absolutely commend
dubble "NOT FAKE" grueling
tale of emotional survival
during anti war
counter cultural trend
insert flaps did bend
immediate curiosity as
spurious hours to expend
choice of reading material,
thus found this bookworm
trying to comprehend
analogous taming wild animal
hence, engrossed many hours on end
today sunday February 17th, 2019
since birth Nancy Spungen the
firstborn and utter archfiend,
whose decade long trajectory,
yet to complete reading
harrowing story til the bloody end,
where near total
mortal kombat doth descend
how young mom stayed sane
one can only applaud and defend,
the monster birthed
from doting parents,
as both key figures
appeared to extend
more patience than Job,
mebbe wounds will never mend
unfortunate unbearable task
since day one did portend
a downward spiral, each day and night
for twenty orbits of Earth round sun
surviving family members
punishing trial may forever
garner kudos to legend
deary selflessness still
cost steep psychological stipend.
A fine man of his time, has proper explanation
for our predicament. No good man would look him down even
if they disagreed on face masks. He stayed on the deeply alien Trump land
where fantasy reigned with vehement surge in parallel to the disease.
You may commend him, or reprehend him, nothing affects his mission to
guide us to safety. If praise is needed, he elbows it to the side. To feats of platitude he's a total stranger, speaking with reason next to a phantom of opera and his zeal for wilderness of delirium. Acute is the pandemic and his place in history reserved in the circle of giants, the greatest of our era. In confidence, he's tracking down a virus in its black thundercloud, a light that sheds a modest ray with magnanimous lament. We are bound to him as a teacher and philosopher who learns from immemorial sages and their warm and tranquil nests with bursts of energy on his calm, sweet face that speaks truth to the power of disease, what he foremost relishes is a good vaccine news.
With inspiration born from noted malcontent
I composed, dismayed at the reason to vent
In defense of poets, I am inclined to defend
I'll wear a blue dress to commend, not offend
I've been waiting for an auspicious occasion
Putting it on took not a smidge of persuasion
for there is a cause requiring a special dress
a situation with which you may acquiesce
It's been hanging in my closet for over a year
Perhaps a titch too tight and much too sheer
Not the kind of thing I often wear, I confess
Not a fashion statement; my symbolic dress
Garbed in blue silk, my sentiments are divided
for innocence and impishness have dually collided
I'm championing those who were rudely slighted
and call "foul" to the action of being shortsighted
After discovering the facts, I cried, "Oh, my gosh!
What poppycock is this disrespectful pish posh?"
No poet should be subjected to such degrading
It's never kind to disparage in a public upbraiding
I had no plan to wear a garment of blue, and yet
I've zipped it without a smattering of regret
to give a thumbs up to poets who were spurned
by an insulting rebuke that none of them earned