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Rabbits go dancing in soft moonlit meadows;
Field mice, less boldly just waltz in the shadows.
Moles and shrews surface, but can’t see a thing;
Young thrushes and sparrows take flight on their wings.
Fawns go cavorting in wide open spaces.
Turtles shed shells and run naked in races.
Owls so enthralled that they don’t give a hoot:
Provincial living’s exceedingly cute.
Crocus choirs raise color-filled hallelujahs;
Queen bee lays eggs because that’s what she does.
Pansies and bloodroot are no longer dormant;
Solomon’s wardrobe ne’er held such a garment.
Young kits leave tree nests and begin exploring.
Cross Old Man Winter is finally snoring.
Temperate days have moods on the upswing;
Nighttime’s for frolicking when Mother sings.
The white church lifts its fragile hands
Against the burning sky,
And hymns drift out like whispered prayers
Too tender not to die.
The pine trees lean to hear the words
Of grace and quiet fear,
While summer presses close with heat
And judgment drawing near.
A woman bows her careful head,
Her sorrow folded tight,
And hopes that God will read her soul
More gently than the light.
The preacher’s voice, a trembling flame,
Declares both love and loss—
A mercy wide as southern fields,
A shadow shaped like cross.
And somewhere in the gathered hearts
Where faith and longing blend,
A question blooms no hymn can still,
No certainty defend.
For even in the softest psalm,
Where hallelujahs rise,
There lingers doubt as quiet as
The floating dust in open eyes.
Eleanor Rigby comes to us from the lyrics of a song
yet she is ever so real,
We've seen people like her all along,
Eleanor knows how loneliness feels
Lonely notes echo through the pews
As violins render a wistful tune
Eleanor kneels in prayer
From the pulpit a sermon ensues
Eleanor Rigby made the church her home
She found her hallelujahs there,
A solitary figure where sinners roam
As an empty sermon she comes to hear
Violins render a sad refrain
As the choir sings Amazing Grace
Another lonely soul kneels in prayer,
Eleanor Rigby had gone home...
8-8-2019
Eleanor Rigby Who Was She Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jerry T Curtis
If it arrives
will it be reduced to a ‘not quite’?
We wait knowing we must miss it
in order to see it.
Maybe the 'End of Days'
will be like a tomorrow,
that turns up much later than we thought?
While we wait
we might as well paint hallelujahs on the ceiling
as well as on the bottom of a coffin lid,
or doodle question marks on blank walls.
The probability of all being well
both in heaven and hell are slim.
Is the End of Days’ a postscript
or a prologue?
It was not clearly forecast
at the beginning of the days.
The ancient scribe of all this
expired at the end of his days.
He should have spoken more clearly,
his fault
not our fault at all really.
Terror
When I thought of the terror
Once I sat engaged and freighting
Much I marveled the splendid scare
Deep into that darkness fearing
On that day my soul grew lonely
Once upon a midnight silent
I awoke and flung the deterrence
Sore while all the while violent
Once upon a midnight silent
and its eyes have all the hushing
It was onrushing, violent, gushing!
The clap never brushing
I crave the stirring, somber sedition
There stood a voiceless nutrition
To warn me about the basal metabolic rate
In The blacken darkness riffs of hate
Deep into that darkness sing
Still is sting, still is sting
As of someone gently bring, bring
Death shall bring hallelujahs
Deep into that darkness fooling
All my soul within me grueling
As of someone gently schooling, schooling
Death shall bring acclamations
All my soul within me dueling
Engaged and freighting
Much I marveled the splendid scare
Deep into that darkness fearing
On that day my soul grew lonely
Once upon a midnight silent
I awoke and flung the deterrence
scary-Terror
3/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Matthew 5:16 “Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.”
In prayers, my heart sighs
With hallelujahs on my mind,
Adulation for the One…
Who silences every fear,
Reassures my heart – hope is here,
Within me, where He abides,
More than a thought, stronger than pride,
A gentle word, adoration and devotion,
Healing love, who promises my heart….
He is alive and He lives inside,
Where I can be sure that I’m sealed
By the love that He gave me when He saved me,
The love that remade me and gave me…
A new heart, a new hope, a new life,
The promise of forever in paradise.
In prayers, my soul remembers
The reverence that reveals my spirit,
Who loves Jesus with everything in me.
In prayers, I know He hears me,
And, I’m certain He always blesses,
With love that lives, love that arouses,
A fire, a passion, a lasting faith –
The wonder, the praise that unveils,
A light sent from heaven, a light full of love,
A light that knows me and shows me the way home,
Where I’ll be met by the only One who could save me,
The only ONE who made a way for me….
Because of Him, I can sing… hallelujah, hallelujah
Praise the King of Kings, who quiets every insecurity.
Because He is – I can live with the peace of knowing,
My heart is filled with love that keeps growing,
Because He completes me with this love that’s flowing…
A river of life taking me from earth into paradise!
Praising God for everlasting life
He is the light more powerful than night
He is the light that shines through my soul
He is alive and He will live forevermore!
Thanking God, He is mine! He is mine! Hallelujah!!!
Let His love shine…
If this was the last war
I'd see purged the shadow bombs that press us from sleep
I'd no longer view sky high places that bleed red
to the clouds
but celebrate a rejuvenated land free from the spray of guns
I'd hear church bells careening with the swell of promise
the pull of new movement
gleaming
like the dissolution of sorrow
I'd hear laughter broad, like peacocks preening
and hallelujahs from the lips of orators
I'd invade streets smeared with the joy of dancing
I'd no longer weep at new war graves with poppies on
crosses
I'd see the sacred cord that binds soldiers to their mothers
restored
I'd throw to a meadow sunflower seeds to grow a
Van Gogh
I'd take a hay wagon ride with my lover to debate love's
curvy options
with compassion now a measure of value
for the end of war is like dreams on high volume
that mark the preservation of life
in its most vital form
beyond the reach of forgetting
Two nights from now
for the 3,337th time
Israel will tell the story
of her redemption
from Egypt
from generations of enslavement there
On that night there will be
suspense, screams and tears
rejoicing and Hallelujahs
tears of fear and relief
cries of jubilation after all these years
Even before you ask it
the answer to your question --
An aura surrounds Passover night
an aura of anticipation
of expectation
that God Himself
in all His glory
will wreak havoc
and judgment
on Pharaoh and Egypt
On her no-gods
on ‘Ra,’ her ‘mighty Sun-god’
on the Lamb, the ‘King of her gods’
for He will do so by cover of Night
slaying their every first-born
after Israel slaughters the Lamb
you are my air… and I,
the blazing breeze
before the sphinx silence,
stretching beyond
the thunder-struck touch
of perplexed thoughts
as soul whispers in warm waves
letting go of stained stars
~ trace me like
I’m a decaying dandelion trap ~
look into the fixated flames
within these sunset eyes,
O defenseless divinity
my lips quiver in quintessence
to devour the bottomless depth
of your designed devotion ~
the sanctified slivers
of the rising dawn ~
your aura of aromatic aesthetics
carved too captivatingly
to be conquered
as my curved catharsis,
a clandestine curation
no color could recreate ...
I feel the night tighten
within your pensive veins
passively pressed
and paralyzed
amidst the perfumed pulse
of my passionate k i s s
so allow the hallelujahs
of this hyacinth heart
erase erratic remnants of doubt
clouding the clarity
of our conversed confessions
we’ve held
like secret 3 a.m. scars
for I will lead
you and your dusk
to the magnetic light
where language of longing
does not taste
like lament
nor love is phrased
with rhymes of bleeding
thorns and thistles
but becomes a hallowed prophecy
of a kinetic kismet
knitted with bewitching bliss
a gravitational grey
emanating the
despair within
fleeting seconds
as I am risking ~ tripping
everything and anything
to be your eternal mirror
musing ... succumbing ... sinking
the paradise ....burning
for
your timeless pull...
*inspired by the art ; The kiss of the Sphinx, Franz Von Stuck
Tensile strength bonding us,
forever friends,
holding hands, eyes heavenward,
we three are ONE,
One with the jungle,
one with the trees,
one like the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost;
Glittering green and gold,
we glow,
standing tall,
singing hallelujahs;
Feet feeling the fractured forest,
we flash fire,
we are soul sisters,
we stand together,
united,
unique,
unperturbed,
unmatched;
Blending voices in heavenly harmony,
we create country canticles,
Hush! hearken to us
celebrating celestialism!
We've found what you're searching for!
Look up!
Light linking us,
lighting us,
lifting us,
liberating us!!