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Light falls soft against my heart
Pouring joy through my soul
Preparing me to give with a love
That is more alive than the thought
Who breathes a prayer, a plea
For hope that leaves a heart freed
From darkness, despair and dread
Feelings that erase happiness
With a shadow of pain and grief
Coloring dreams in disbelief
Light pours out it’s wispy warmth
Beckoning to my heart, shining
Into the soul who knows He brings
Assurance to the discouraged
Illumination to the depressed
Enlightenment to the distressed
He guides hearts into hopefulness
Sends peace to those who fear
Reminds the silence to sing again
With a love that frees the heart
He fills the mind with gentleness
A tender moment of kindness
Inspiration for all that brings
Wonder to those who praise Him
Light flows down from heaven above
Shimmering with blushing affections
Rising on the Son who is the pure love
Brought alive by His miraculous acceptance
Breathless inspiration cries to the soul
Who knows that God is always in control
He brings the heart a promise of beauty
Only found by the one who listens, eager
To glide into a dazzling dance, a waltz
Of laughter, lasting through the hesitation
From a heart who knows that this gift
Comes from the One who brings us love
This gift of grace is the answer to a prayer
Sent up from a heart who is crying out
For the One who reconciles us to our Father
Brings us an inspiration, a love, like no other!
Year twenty-twenty came with cheer-
a brand new decade to unfold;
not bad at all, the first two months,
but- then did tumble, uncontrolled.
Yes, Covid came. Sequestered- I
and family tried hard to cope,
not realizing all these months
would lag between not good- and hope.
But, prayer does have a way to keep
perspective on the way I feel;
through all the ups and downs it helped
to keep my soul on even keel.
When facing things that make me sad
I must dwell on the other side;
what makes me smile and gives me joy
can soon reverse my lowest tide.
Though still not over, on I go;
when I'm discouraged- I just say,
oh thank you, God, that my dear soul
is happy for each brand new day.
My soul uplifts my heart and mind
to still feel joy when life's unkind.
December 13, 2020
Once upon a time,
There was a girl who thought of herself as being a great Dame
She would walk alone
And tell everyone that she had a heart of stone
She pushed off her admirers
Claiming they met not her desires
She broke many a hearts
By simply refusing to be their sweethearts
But one day, while she walked in the lonely forests
She came face to face with an enchantress
The latter was busy in concocting spells
To make of herself the world's only belle among the many belles
Angry for having been disturbed
She threw a curse on the great Dame
Be hated, she said, be ugly and be forever un-loved
Be made of fire so that anyone who touches you does perish in your flame
The young girl could do nothing
She tried to be to the world a bit more humbling
But everyone rebuked her
Everyone despised her, hated her
Why, if she did try to be good,
She scorched as would be a piece of fiery wood
If she did reach out to a young lad
She was laughed at, as if she was one so mad!
Why, she thought many a times of jumping into the raging sea
Maybe it would be good, if she did die way too early
Arrogant she had once been
Arrogant and one so mean!
But yet, she found not the courage to do such
She found not the courage to kill herself as such
Nor could she open her veins
Nor could she inflict on herself, other pains
Lost and discouraged, she sought out the mountains
She would live there, all alone, and in disdain
That was when she came face to face again with the enchantress
I shall cure you, only if you do allow me to be your mistress
Such was done and the young maiden became an evil slave
She accepted to do many evil deeds for her mistress, so abusive
So much that one day, as she looked at herself in a mirror
She shrieked with horror
She was old, wrinkled, ugly and witchy
No more did she have any beauty
Why, her life had been cursed, her life had been arrogant
Now, she could only accept her Fate's punishment!
~You~
(Jesus Tears)
You
Have pain
And sorrows
But in God there's
Always love and hope
Trust him test him
He's beside
You right
There
Look
At bright
Side of life
When sun comes out
And a child just smile
When a rose blooms
And rainbow
In sky
Shows
Live
Love laugh
Just aim high
Reach for the stars
Never give up life
It has ups and
Downs just hang
In there
Tight
Hold
On fast
To your love
Don't let it go
Keep it in your heart
Just show you care
Always with
All you
Have
Do
Not cry
Cause better
Days will just come
Need to Believe
Always have Faith
Hopes and dreams
Just fly
Soar!
Keep
Your dreams
In your heart
Don't let them go
True love and dreams keep
Just protect them
Nurse them with
All your
Love
Don't
Be sad
Don't feel bad
Feel discouraged
It is not the end
There is tomorrow
Love yourself
Trust God
Too.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2013
November.25.2016
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
Authors notes:
"Jesus Tears" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, in 2009.
I have entered many poetry contests
to display my best...an amazing number of sixty or more,
only one of my poems has won first place;
poets are like enduring athletes who fight to the very core!
One big hurray goes to myself for the first win,
congratulations to the other participants
who are on the top of that list, or have been
awarded Honorable Mentions for their efforts!
When my poem doesn't make it to the finalists's list,
I don't feel discouraged, I brazen out the doubt and try again;
even Lance Armstrong, with his skills, can't always win his race,
and the trophy must be given to someone else!
I rejoice when some of the chosen poets appear
on the winners' list; I am happy for their accomplishment,
and into a word-restricted message's box I gladly comment
on their poetry...with the insight of an achiever!
And for those whose names never made it as previously thought,
I honestly tell you, from experience, not to be a bit discouraged...
your time will come when your enthusiasm will require a big shout;
never put the word, " Winner " to rest, write for fun and persist instead!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
We did not try as hard as we could
We got staid and stodgy and old and stale
We gave up after awhile
When we discovered our votes counted less than others
Discouraged, depressed, disappointing ourselves.
We are sorry, child, we truly are very very very very sorry.
Please do better. Please fix the world.
We lost faith in humanity, as we got hooked on screens.
TV’s, I-pads, Kindles, I-pods, tablets, I-phones and other machines
We forgot to be a family, lost our smiles, did not celebrate or talk.
We began to text, even in anger, sitting next to each other
As we typed out our irritation in a squawk.
Sad, sorry, alone, living in determined isolation next to each other.
We are sorry, child, we truly are very very very very sorry.
Please do better. Please fix the world.
We were the hippies, the beatniks, the lovers, the peacemakers
But we were also the ones sent to a swamp in Viet Nam,
Fodder, who were not supposed to get back,
We lived through assassinations of great men,
We saw JFK get shot in the head ten times a day in 1963 on TV.
We watched Jack Ruby kill Oswald,
We saw the four darling little girls who got bombed at Sunday school
We lost our hope, our humanity, our innocence. We lost ourselves.
We are sorry, child, we truly are very very very very sorry.
Please do better. Please fix the world.
Do not be afraid or terrified
For the Lord your God is with you.
He will never leave you nor forsake you.
Even when you face horrors,
Troubles bigger than mountains,
Even then be strong,
Do not be discouraged,
For what good will that do the Lord.
He who created the earth and the universe
Can build a whole new world for you
Take hold of His Word.
And His love that is eternal
For the Lord delights in His children.
Those who love the LORD.
Shall see goodness in His life.
They shall be blessed
And with their very own lips
They shall say:-
"Praise the Lord my God
Who has spoken light into my life
and separated me from the darkness.
He has made a whole new world for me."
Form:
Does your back end waddle like a duck?
Does your rear sway from side to side?
Is there a rumbling sound when sitting down
With large ripples in your hide?
Perhaps it's that second piece of apple pie
Or that box of chocolates you consumed
I've seen you down an extra large pizza
It's a while before your breathing resumes
There is a cure for this age old problem
It's called pushing away from the table
But it sure takes a lot of intestinal fortitude
For some of us we're just not able!
Do you ever get totally discouraged
And think you're losing your mind
You're definitely in the majority today
The country's sliding in the brine!
There's still hope for all us tubby people
But we really must try to persevere
Forego that second large piece of apple pie
And a trimmer you will appear!
We have a bird feeder on our porch we fill with bird seed every day
We love to watch the different birds visit…the cardinals, the wrens…the jays
But every time we fill the feeder we painfully become aware
how the squirrels also like birdseed…and squirrels don’t like to share.
I’ve tried a myriad of solutions to deter the squirrel attack
but no matter what I’ve done…they just keep coming back.
I tried attaching a rope to the feeder, in through a window next to my favorite chair
I would pull it and make the feeder swing when I saw a squirrel in there.
Little did I know, however, each time I pulled the string
that squirrels not only like to eat…they also like to swing.
I fastened the feeder to a zip line where birds were light enough to dine
but the weight of the heavier squirrel would send it streaming down the line
Yet I found myself dumbfounded…(my frustration I couldn’t hide)
when more squirrels than ever before lined up…awaiting their turn to ride.
I heard squirrels hated hot chili flakes but they would not deter the sparrows
only to find the squirrels partying in the feeder…wearing serapes and sombreros.
Lastly I found a wooden cat and affixed her near the feeder
hoping she would stand guard and become a squirrel impeder.
But she only made it easier…gee I hadn’t I thought of that…
now the squirrels don’t have to jump to the feeder…they just step upon the cat.
So we continue to feed the squirrels by filling the feeder every day
and occasionally when they squirrels are full we see a cardinal, a wren or a jay.
But I am not discouraged…I see this as a problem for the ages…
My next solution, as I watch the squirrel fill his little cheeks
is in the planning stages.
Finally
Uninspired, indecisive
Uninterested and depressed
Demotivated, disenchanted
Heavy stones sit on my chest
Unrelenting is this feeling
Hopefully it’s just a phase
I must disallow this madness
It’s been going on for days
Disillusioned, disappointed
I am discouraged and dismayed
The distraction is alarming
Now I feel somewhat afraid
I have lost my pace and rhythm
All my planning is derailed
Dislocated is my focus
Why do I feel like I failed?
I detest my disposition
I despise this disarray
I demand an alteration
It should start without delay
All at once I start restoring
And I fix each thought and mood
Everything comes back together
And I finally feel good.
Wendy Nipas