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I’ve learned, over time
That I’m weak
My strength, I’ve found
Comes from the God
Who kindles flames of hope,
Faith and love inside me
I’ve hurt, sometimes
More than I care to admit
With pain so dark
It colors my dreams
In a dreary black
I’ve struggled, many times
With doubt, fear and disillusionment
Dread that shadows my heart
With feelings of quiet confusion
I’ve heard, from scriptures
That this is the time to listen
Whispering a prayer to Him
Who silences all the worst angst
And gentles the way toward
Joy that shines its light into
The path of those who know
God is alive – stirring on the inside
All the love that a heart can hold
I’ve yearned for a second chance
When I couldn’t find my way
And I’ve sought a brighter day
When rain kept pouring down
I’ve thought I’d lost everything
When, in truth, He was always there
Only a promise away, waiting
For the words I would say
When I bent my knee to pray
I’ve learned, through trial and error
That when I seek Him with my whole heart
He comes alive like the sincerest hope
Gives me grace to awaken my soul
To the breath of eternal glory, praise
That brings life to the heart of the child
Who knows they are God breathed
Heaven sent – Jesus’ gift to His Father
Who gave Him the power to save
Today, forever and always – eternally!
Farolitos: lanterns of candlelight;
Luminarias: outdoor fires of pine.
Both light quiet path on a Christmas night
for Mary and Joseph, old ones define
messages that the new babe is divine.
A candle in sack borrows from the two:
a delicate, hanging Chinese lantern,
and small fires left as a signal, in lieu
of rocks and tree signs, which later we learn
prompted phones and texts that we now discern.
Small fires still left, but a radiant glow
of Farolitos light wall and pathway.
All over cities and hamlets they show
an amazing, yet reverent, display
of warm stillness that gentles end of day.
December 13, 2022
"A Christmas Special Poetry Contest"
by Emile Pinet
The night grows silent after you have gone
I sigh, knowing it was you I could count on
Moon glows quietly, pouring out her light
While the stars glisten across the dusky night
The night reminds me that I’m utterly alone
Oh my, how our time together has flown?
When will I see you again… in the eternal
Where we’ll elude the unending nocturnal
The night sings of the sun’s soft beckoning
From morning’s heart – tis’ the day of reckoning
When the yesterday trembles with disbelief
Because this day is such an auspicious relief
The night grows weary with its revelations
Tender admissions of the heart’s foundations
Quivering hues of wonders and veracities
Abiding in the soul with adoring capacities
The night gentles those who know its beauty
Love this alive is more than the heart’s duty
This is the blessing that never stops giving
Because we know God, we are really living
The night is like an honest look at His grace
And the moments excite like hope’s embrace
Wherever you go, remember He is there
And, whatever you do, know that He’s aware
Let go of the pain, the struggles and strife
Take hold of His hand and find eternal life
Know the love that comes to hearts who agree
God gave His Son to set the prisoner free…
The night surely knows that the prisoner was me
And while I don’t have the words, I finally see
Beyond the darkness of the past, there is a hope
Hope that heals and reassures that I can truly cope
Wherever I go, I know the love that leads my soul
And as long as I look to Jesus, my heart will be whole
So that I can see beyond the prayers and praise
To the love that colors me in this grace that will amaze
Wherever I go, God walks with me and guides me
I’m sure that He’s stronger than the strongest tree
And when I look to Him, there I’ll find the assurance
He is the power that offers my heart its insurance
The night whispers to me about all that I’ve left behind
But I know the One who is so beautiful and kind
He tells me that this love is always going to be mine
With Him, I have eternal life and that is the bottom line!
Benign Bliss Burn
The kindling catches where opposites meet
light shadow bitter sweet the indrawn breath
before the plunge my ribs crack open like a seed
split by its own green urgency this is not death
but something rawer the body saying yes
to its unmaking watch how fire gentles
what it takes the way August burns the valley brass
and still the grasses bow grateful every particle
remembers its first fusion that stellar Yes
before the cosmos learned the word for No
So when your hand finds mine in the downpour
when the charge between us grounds and grounds again
I recognize this the lightnings tender violence
the hearts insistence that all breaking is a door
we are the rain becoming steam becoming rain
each form a forgetting each forgetting deliverance
The blaze says soften the wound says more
and breath by breath I learn the ancient discipline
of burning without smoke of heat that holds no scorn
of standing in the fire until the fire is worn
Tinsel charm trees so bright how they shine on Christmas night
white snow falling gently calling, let us claim His light
forward into Christmas we are longing to ignite
as He gentles He potentials, He is power and might
Winter scenes and Noel gleams He is out of sight
this babe of love from up above has come to make it right
Beloved child of God Jul, riding on a mule they arrive tonight
that blessed family made of 3, such is our delight ...
Christ is born in Bethlehem touch his hem and heal thyself
yes he comes to save us all heed the call and share His wealth
lights and candles they do spangle as they roam with stealth
in a stable He is able, child of love and child of health,
Lights and candles how they spangle,
cling us to thy Holy Self...
Light colors my heart
In a thriving breath of music
Touching my depths with compassion
That reminds me, surely, I know
The love that He bestowed
On my heart and soul
Laughter gentles my eyes
As they twinkle in amusement
Glorifying the grace that decides
My heavenly home, my paradise
The moment I will awake alive
With my guide, Jesus Christ
Love braves the cold
Sweetens my thought with kindness
That comes from knowing the one
Who lives inside my heart
Sending love through my thoughts
And awakening my hope
Living with the knowing
That He is alive, living inside
Brightening the future and breathing
Joy into the afterlife
Gives me assurance that I have faith
Which will touch me with grace
He is my answer to every question
The conclusion to my every prayer
The need that keeps me aware of
Inspiration, insight and intense appreciation
Of the One who died for me
And gave me the chance to be saved
Salvation came with a price
I could not pay
And it was paid by a God
I could not repay
He saves to the uttermost
Without any doubt
I know this Easter gives me the chance
To say “thank you”
For going to the cross – and especially
For rising again on the third day!
Happy Easter!
Passionate purple and scarlet vibrate
Through my veins, dancing light
Across my spirit, warm and bright
Like a healing hand, caressing my soul
With hope, faith and love that quiet fear
Dazzling lavender and tangerine promises
Whisper joy through me with laughing
Arrays of tender blossoms, dressed in prayers
That praise the creator for all this beauty
This wonderful grace and glory in floras
Festive rays of lemony sunshine beckon to me
Through the lively, vigorous contentment
Which blesses my emotions with dewy tears
That ease my sorrows and encourage me to
Begin again, find a new dawn and happy thoughts
Pure innocence breathes a clean, snowy flow
Of winter’s touch through my frosty reflections
Clear white restoration throbs in my heart
And I feel the virtue of an appeal to heaven weaving
Blessings, worship and glory into my thoughts
Silent turquoise, tinted with a soft sapphire applause
Sighs along my beliefs, thrilling and releasing peace
That delights in my soul song, singing breathlessly
Echoing devotion through me with inspirational calm
That awakens my dreams to believe in their grace
Moonbeams colored in hues of kind, generous jade
Melts my cold, stormy doubts with pleasant gestures
Of melodic elegance which gasps delight through me
Ensuring me that I will always know such wonderous riches
Amid this colorful world that God has created and given
Rich shades of robin egg blue and blushing rose murmur
Haunting my attention with joy that blends into the
Flamboyant imagination which gives life to the creation
And gentles the truth that God must bring us all a good
Gift, a treasured star, with this vista we call mother nature
As the seasons change, nature shows her power
bringing all the things needed for healthy growth.
The rain that in turn, beats down and then gentles.
Encouraging young shoots to root deep and thrive.
The days lengthen growing ever warmer
all around are signs of life that nature
in all her wisdom tends with tender care.
Bringing a vast array of colours setting pallet alight.
Then with rage she turns and shows her displeasure
in graphic detail as she destroys what she created.
Rage that we mere mortals dare defy her and she
lays waste to crops with hurricanes and tornado's.
How to appease her awful deadly wrath?
Maybe by working with nature instead of against,
following her gentle rhymes and doing away with
fossil fuels, growing trees to stable corroded earth.
Living in harmony and trying to do no damage
to this beautiful place we call our home.
Yes give respect to nature and she will return it
over a hundred fold and life will live on peacefully.
Like the rustling of leaves in the autumn’s wonderment,
There is a hope, alive like the color of light,
Singing to the heart, whispering to the soul – music
Flowing beneath the silence of dawn, amid the whispers
Night rising in gentling breathes, erasing the darkness
With a tenderness, affection much more alive
Than any recollection – like the stars glistening so bright
Like the serenity of laughter, soothing away doubts,
Lifting the spirit to new places,
Places where love never fades, where light is awake,
Promising the heart to give hope, HOPE so alive
It feels like a piece of kindness being poured out on the
Soul who listens and hears, His precious voice
Stilling every fear, wiping away each and every tear
Like the sunrise, flaming with embers – beautiful embers
Blazing gold and sparkling ginger, blushing rose
On seas of azure wishes, inspiring the soul to feel
Beneath the passing clouds, beliefs alive with reflections
In bold lyrics, vibrant yearnings – painting the skies
In rejoicing, burning away the worries with truth, resilient
Truth caressing the soul with a hope more alive than any hope
Like the anticipation, the promise, the HOPE
So alive it feels like the blessings…
Rained down from heaven, filling souls with the Holy Ghost,
The One who sings confidence through the life,
The One who gentles dreams and abides with peace
The One who arises, like the Son, who arose for everyone
Hope this courageous is a hope that lives on, forevermore
Revving Up Life
Half asleep by my window
watching swirling snow
outside - memories drift
like a slide show, pictures
of my youth so long ago,
almost as real to me today
as the events were then.
Snippets of childhood –
I am three, stung by a bee,
James plastering mud on
my arm, soothing the pain,
happy smiles again.
At nine, a fall from monkey
bars – oof! – on my stomach.
Can’t breathe. Will I die?
Love hits me at thirteen,
racing pulse when he’s near,
breathless as he walks me home
from school. I am delirious.
But we break up, and
I am broken-hearted.
Life is over - my stomach knots.
I hide in my room and weep.
Seventeen, a picnic planned
with a new boyfriend. It pours!
We spread a blanket under a
bridge - damp, silly, and happy.
College years and a formal dance,
satin gown, disco ball, big band,
our bodies pulse with youth
as we hold each other close.
In my twenties I marry.
Problems. Was it a mistake?
Romance has cheated me.
Is everything my fault?
I feel wrong and resent it.
Counseling for both of us.
We struggle through and
find love we thought was lost.
Years pass, children, then
grandchildren spilling joy
and sometimes angst into
our lives as they grow
and become individuals.
I am old now. Life, like me,
slower – am I sad or happy?
I choose to be joyful.
I smell scents of the seasons,
autumn bonfires, roast turkey,
Christmas greens, mince pies,
spring flowers, summer barbecue.
Bitter winter winds chap my lips,
spring breeze gentles my face.
Memories swarm like fireflies,
rev up my recalcitrant self!