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FATHER TO SON...
(APROPOS A QUADRIPLEGIC SON WHO LIVED AND DIED BEAUTIFULLY)
In the stillness of your own
you taught us
the circadian rhythms of life
and its meandering flow
cascading life's tempestuous realities
year to year gracefully
wrapping pain into neat little packages
to be opened in the still of night
where you lay motionless
while spiritual healing moved
from one solution to another
as your soul communed with God.
How cleverly He disguised you:
a bud in waiting.
When blooming synchronized itself
with your unfolding
you became a radiant sunshine of joy:
then you gracefully slipped away.
Today
a gentle breeze blew baptismal bliss
over my every being
and i felt your sweet soul soaring
in the winds of time
and heard your redemption song
of peace and unity with Jah.
I strained to hear a sound
that could not be heard
What needed to be learned
imperceptibly blurred
It was so loud
this lonely burden
Of what I was aware
I could not be certain
Leaving me wondering
“What’s beyond the open curtain?”
I didn’t want to listen
to what I couldn’t hear
That rumblings
in my inner ear
It made me feel sad
while growing my fear
“What is my purpose?”
“Why am I here?”
Each moment that passed
Felt like it would be my last
The mingling of my future
with my sad past
I didn’t know why
Or what made me try
Could I find truth
Within a cruel lie?
No one else knew
Or could even care
How could they
even be aware?
So I understood
it was my own despair
It lived within me
It wasn’t somewhere out there
I could feel the fabric within me
as it started to tear
I wish I knew
what was false and true
As the thumping tearing
pounding inside me grew
Yet that still loud silence
it could not be heard
For it was always thought
It was never word
My past, present and future
together blurred
Then I placed bare feet
upon grassy ground
I felt connection
beyond mere sight and sound
I longed for freedom
while being earthly bound
A full circle moment
flowing round and round
Somehow my skin
it fully understood
My fingertips
communed with wood
The Earth and heavens
spoke through me
“You are now perfect
and always will be
Yes a part of all
that’s been created by Me.”
Adorned in pearls and silver lace,
the moon's tranquility veiled her virtuous face.
A white flowing satin gown she did wear,
as moonbeams touched upon her silver hair.
'Twas beneath the blue moon’s exulted arch,
the night awaiting the sun’s returning march.
I stood upon the sun bleached sands, felt ocean's breeze
of that which took, I dropped down to my humble knees.
Beset of love, in quiet quest of great romance,
where long ago my Mirabelle wistfully danced,
and all the clouds of soft and gentle form,
the stillness round between the heaves of storm.
And there along the soft and golden strand
she momentarily held my quivering hand.
Through the mist of Love of great renown,
the sweetness of her lips 'tis what I found.
And washed ashore the deep blue waves
we marveled at its white cascade
bathed in light of the glistening moon
'twas there our melded souls communed.
It’s but my imagination a passionate dream.
No, never! thou that yet dost lovelier seem
'twas not to be, Mirabelle belonged to another
‘Twas but a lambent flame which I must rent asunder.
In the process of
Knowing you
He came to talk
So interesting
With speech
While my mate walked
...with you
Alone, it seemed
Uninterested in me
He lodged with beasts
I preferred beauty
And the questions
Hanging on trees
...forbidden
I reached for fruit
You said nothing
As I communed
You are too
Companion to me
Though both doomed
...to death
The creature violated
Me, again and again
As I yelled your name
I knew you would come
For one purpose
To clothe violence in shame
...for being human
You abandoned me!!!!
You left me with judgment
And a prophecy that bound my body
To an earth filled with
My children's blood
Godless...no LOVE
No pain is greater....
Wait
Is that you
Wailing in the corner
With bound hands
As my roots are being
Bound to a barren ground
He's a liar...He's a freakin' liar
None of this is TRUTH
Daddy God's name is LOVE
And nothing can separate us...NOTHING!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-10-2024
What I’d give to know you, once more
My search party has long abandoned the journey
The expedition that left me in a complete void
Time after time,
You’ve seeped through the insecurities of my grip
Escaped from my self-conscious prison
You’ve evaded my romantic realm of remorse
What I’d give to find you, once more
What I’d give to feel you, once more
Maybe it was the course-ness of my voice that rebuked you
For you have fled far from my reach
Long has it been,
Since our souls communed
Possibly,
My heavy-handed authority left you bruised
Beneath the skin
What I’d give to soothe you, once more
What I’d give to show you, once more
You can reside in me
I am the essential atmosphere
The epitome of enchantment
Regal and refined
A promise of passion
A reason for romance
I yearn for you, come back
Come home
What I’d give to love you, once more
"Upon this rock I will build My Church!"
There it perched upon a bluff high above New England's rugged shore.
Its glass-stained windows, now shuttered, were closed forever more.
What once had been a vibrant house of worship now stands forlorn,
Surrounded by wind-swept cedars, a few wild roses and brambly thorn.
'Twas during a Sunday morning stroll that I came upon this pastoral scene.
A congregation of one, I communed with the past on what once had been.
I felt a kindred spirit with those now gone as I mused about times of yore,
And listened to the soughing winds and the oceans booming roar!
I pictured 'all day meetin's with dinner on the grounds' by the congregation.
I could sense the pastor's sermons dealing with the devil and damnation!
In my mind's eye I saw happy brides and grooms on their wedding day,
And little children reciting The Golden Rule and learning how to pray!
I saw happy families arriving on Christmas Eve by horse drawn sleigh,
To enjoy the candlelight service and the Sunday school Nativity Play!
The old church must have also been a beacon of hope for seafaring souls,
Who after sailing upon the billowing seas neared those treacherous shoals!
A long-abandoned graveyard with moss-covered stones was situated nearby.
Alas, names etched upon the stones were eroded and many stood awry.
Though long forgotten by man, He knows the names of each and every soul,
And they'll join Him with the elect when Gabriel sounds that triumphant roll!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Constance's "The Church By The Ocean" Contest - October 2011
October 9 Scripture Meditations Based on Luke 24
Key Verse – Luke 24:15 And it came to pass, that, while they communed together and reasoned, Jesus himself drew near, and went with them.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DRAWING YOURSELF NEAR ME
Thank You for drawing Yourself near me, pardoning my confessed guiltiness
Indeed sanctifying me with Your salvation-righteousness
For my soul to strive for holiness’ peacefulness
In consciously pleasing You through faith of good works’ thoroughness.
Thank You for drawing Yourself near me, humbling my arrogance
Indeed abasing me with Your redemption-deliverance
For my heart to subdue vanity’s extravagance
In calmly submitting to You through meekness’ sustenance.
Thank You for drawing Yourself near me, correcting my flawed faculty
Indeed disciplining me with Your authoritative immutability
For my diligence to overcome quality’s mediocrity
In consistently trusting You through willing sacrifices’ sincerity.
Thank You for drawing Yourself near me, subduing my frustration
Indeed encouraging me with Your gladness-jubilation
For my faith to vanquish failures’ exhaustion
In ceaselessly seeking You through genuine servanthood’s dedication.
Thank You for drawing Yourself near me, brightening up my worship
Indeed meeting me with Your assurance-friendship
For my prayer life to delight in Your offered relationship
In closely enjoying with You Your fellowship along spirited worship.
Thank You for drawing Yourself near me, propelling my determined labouring
Indeed ministering unto me with Your presence-nurturing
For my efforts to bear fruits of life-building’s rearing
In continuously honouring You through faithful character’s gearing.
Thank You for drawing Yourself near me, upholding my serene victory
Indeed propping me with Your sanctification against transgression-misery
For my good success to reflect Scripture-favor’s glory
In cheerfully prioritizing You through obedient submission’s story.
October 9, 2022
Death and life
are a degenerate/regenerate transformation
of negative/positive energy,
space flowing time's sustaining identity;
Therapeutic transubstantiation
for those with ecopolitical maturity,
to sensory
sensual,
even sexual, power identify
with all generations before;
And, for those who have
communed
compassioned
communificated
with generous
grateful sufficiency,
transforming humane regenerators
yet to arrive
On spiraling
revolutionary Earth,
born of sacred EarthMother's
primal metamorphic eucharist,
attachment
creation
recreation,
healthing green
and wealthing blue
and ultra non-violet regenesis.
I set out on a long journey by train
That spans from end to end
Out through the window flashed past
Assorted scenes one by one
Sky scrapers and mud hovels,
Steaming cities and peaceful hamlets,
Row upon row of maize and wheat,
Bent down under the weight of grain
Cars gliding along crowded streets,
Children school bound in crisp uniforms
Cattle grazing on distant hills,
Cadets on parade beside their tented camps
Smoke coiling up from tall chimneys,
Sizzling cascades from the heights
Swirling streams and glistening rivulets,
Silky meadows and tall mounts
Disposed not to enjoy the scenes,
My mind moored to the final halt
Saw nothing before, but the destination
My fellow travelers – a flaunting menagerie,
Communed with few, connected to none
At every halt, some exited out
And strangers came in to fill the space
But all to myself- my eyes far set
Damning the distance, I waited on and on-
A wretched lone traveler, like a sailor lost in the sea,
Restless I was to reach the shore,
My ears agog to shouts of welcome
My body eager for the warm embrace
I paced the aisles and counted the miles,
Impatient and irate, I grew
I dreamt, my life - a jig saw puzzle,
The pieces neatly fitting together
On arrival after a tedious trip
Once and for all, at my terminus
With my gaze fixed beyond the horizon,
Caring not to see what lies before
I continue to travel miles on end
To a place that outdistances me ever!
March.21. 2022
Form J- Just Write Me a New Poem
Sponsor- Constance La France
Marooned in that,
wretched office cubicle;
I went inside to see;
I communed with my soul.
An artist has to paint;
a composer has to create;
and a writer has to write;
so my soul and I deduced,
that I would never be
happy until I lived my life.
I tried so hard to please everyone else,
but I was never pleased; I lost…me.
Parent’s, teachers, bosses;
couldn’t see my efforts;
this blinded me to my own,
unlimited existence.
It may, “Take a village to raise a child”,
but no one can ever own one;
so, I owned my own life;
myself and my direction
and evolved back into…me.
Facing my Dharma,
revealed bold colors of my subconscious creativity
and this abstract of myself,
has made me happy.
Any village thrives with happy children;
it’s retaining that happiness throughout adult life that,
opens dark and confusing doors.
These challenges must be met within one’s own self.
If only all humans could…simplify;
a better life
and world awaits.
1-11-2022
Who Am I
Unseeking Seeker