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The sightless man & the heartless woman both blind & walking alone.
Will they be able to mirror each other, so they are not swallowing in this world and atone.
A true connection cannot be seen but only felt by the soul.
It may only appear when left completely alone & free from this world.
A sightless man may not be able to see if he only sees with his eyes.
Because what needs to be seen, can only be felt, another version of a soul when it's in disguise.
And you may not even be able to get through to him if that man has never even cried.
A true connection will always be magnetic.
Even when you two are utterly and completely apart, the energy will bring you back together, like a plus & minus in a magnet with the fields so energetic.
A heartless woman may not be able to feel if her heart is blocked.
In order to get to her, you may have to walk through fire that has kept her heart locked.
That is, if she has not been able to wake up her soul to keep her heart intact.
And let's hope that the world has not violated her in a way to keep her permanently off track.
Many don't recover when it comes to those heinous acts.
I will say this if either soul is using art to transmute their pain.
Either by music, writing, painting, etc to try to explain.
They understand the tragedy of this painfully repeated game.
For they may never reunite with the one that mirrors their soul.
For they would never want you to feel like they are with you simply out of control.
Their only hope and wish is that you are your best self, happy & abundant.
That even with the sightless man and the heartless woman may never be physically together again, if their souls are completely healed they will both mirror each other and become triumphant.
Praying for a special request
Might mean you’re praying for
A friend to be saved or healed
A heart to be given true grace
A mind to be filled with good
A sign that your life is as it should be
Praying for something you need
Maybe a second chance for a dream
Some special request for a new thing
Possibly, inspiration to keep giving
A moment to share with your friend
A gesture of affection from a spouse
Praying for a revival at the local church
The meeting of hearts in spiritual worship
Going to the alter to pray all together
For unsaved people in absolute need
Those who will discover the joy of the Lord
When they open their hearts to His love
Praying for the homeless, the poor and needy
Those who go without week after week
The ones who are feeble and frail and afraid
Those who only God can bless with power
The reassurance that they can make it through
Stand the trials and pain they’re struggling with
Praying for our yearnings, our hopes, our hearts
We sometimes fail to listen to the all knowing God
The One who can reveal the sincere joy of love
And send us blessings of faith beyond our thoughts
The One who can fill us with the wisdom to let go
And let God take full control of our bold journey
Praying is our way to reach out toward our Savior
I think it’s wise to listen for whatever He answers
Those replies of His are sent on wings of angels
Delivered with a renewed sense of true peace
Assurance that we have everything we need
Because, above all, we have Him there inside us
They sat and looked at the horizon
Hand in hand, side by side
The aged lovers watched
As the young lovers danced
Laughed, patted their backs,
Nibbled on the snacks together
Their laughters filling the evening air…
They reminisced and remembered
Nostalgia greeting their laboured smiles
They never regretted falling in love
Year after year, they sit on the beach
Recalling how they met
Single and burnt in heart they came
United and healed they went home
And it has remained so decades after…
They looked and watched
As the tide kissed the sandy banks
Peace and joy it brings to them
With memories of years so fruitful
Blossoming and growing their love
Making their hearts united and one
Turning them to models for many-a-young-ones…
Hand in hand they walked
Away from the crowd
Into the fading twilight
As they had done for years
Their wilted hands holding their third leg
Stealing stolen glances at each other
Smiling like new found lovers
Hand in hand they walked home
To a beautiful sleep
From which they both never wake…
we all have issues and situations that we are dealing with in life
we need to learn to simply trust in the healing power of Christ
going through private pains and suffering dark days
attempting to hold it all together just trying to make a way
but if you only trust and truly believe
a healing from Christ you will then receive
He might not come when you want Him but He'll be there when you need Him most
just by touching the hem of His ministry you'll get the healing power of the Holy Ghost
a woman who had a blood issue suffered for many years
shunned by her peers living outside society in abject fear
but when she heard about Jesus she knew what she had to do
she stepped out on faith seeking a healing truth
for in life it's not about the stuff that you're going through
it's all about the amount of faith that dwells within you
true faith has the power to help you heal
true faith is what you need to feel
and when Christ has healed you don't keep it all inside
tell your testimony spread it far and wide
now Jesus immediately felt the healing power in Him recede
so He asked who touched me in their time of need
the Disciples tried to tell Him, Master you're in a crowded place
but Jesus knew His healing power went out as an act of grace
then that woman who had the blood issue dropped to His feet and confessed
Jesus said "daughter through your faith you're now healed" and no longer stressed
to go from an outsider to now being a daughter in Christ
by letting the world know what Jesus has done in your life
Sophia
Wisdom is not the loudest voice that shouts and fills the room with noise,
It is the light that sees through illusion as through fog and all its ploys,
It is not the brilliant IQ that impresses and accumulates cold data,
It is the divine clarity that separates the truth from every strata.
Sophia is not the sharp cunning that defeats opponents word by word,
It is heaven's perspective descending gently into hearts that have been stirred,
It sees through deception the way water sees through sand upon the floor,
And discerns the hidden motives... where the mind can answer nothing more.
The wisdom from above is pure and peaceful and gentle as a healed wound's grace,
Full of mercy and of good fruit... not harsh... not self-congratulating in its place,
This contrast cuts through the world's confusion like a blade of living light,
True sophia produces peace... and integrity... and gardens blooming bright.
Intelligence gathers data the way a bee gathers honey without meaning or design,
But sophia applies the truth where the pain is deepest down the line,
Intelligence impresses for a moment and then fades away in applause,
Sophia transforms the heart in silence... without praise... without cause.
It is not the one with the sharpest argument who reflects heaven in their gaze,
But the one who sees reality the way God sees it... through love's haze,
Who aligns the heart with the perspective beyond personal gain and glory,
And responds not from pride... but from justice... and from sacred holy story.
Sophia descends slowly like a ray through the stained glass of a cathedral old,
It does not rush... it does not boast... it does not trample paths of gold,
It evaluates by lasting fruit and by righteousness and by what is true and good,
And the truly wise one... speaks less... sees further... and understands... as wisdom should.
Painting ~ Freedom From Want ~ painted by Norman Rockwell
A skin and nerve disease unspeakable -
outcast, unclean; they came to be restored.
In all, ten lepers Jesus healed in full
but only one went back to thank the Lord.
November brings a holiday most grand
for it reminds us of God's bounty giv'n.
Serenity of blessings in our land -
with gratitude, we turn our eyes t'wards heav'n.
Ten holidays from work I get each year.
What sets apart Thanksgiving from the rest?
Awakening of gratitude sincere,
and praising God for all that He has blest.
Remembering the wealth of gifts divine,
may I be like the one and not the nine.
written 26 Aug 2020
You belong to the Universe and me
By Michelle Morris
12/09/2021
I see you there, in your
Hopelessness and despair,
Giving up on everything,
Life with no meaning...
Dark clouds above your head,
The Universe cut off from you;
Time to let the light in,
Let those cracks work your truth...
Chorus
Look up, look up and see,
The stars are still up there;
The sun shines every day,
The Universe is within your grasp...
Look up, look up and believe
That you can do anything,
The power of your mind
Will set your spirit free...
Just set your spirit free...
You belong... You belong
You belong... to the Universe...
And me...
(end chorus)
Get out of that corner,
In your mind where things are dark;
Focus on something simple,
Get up and take a walk...
Life does not have to be
As difficult as you think,
Just one step at a time
Will put you closer to freedom...
Chorus
Free your heart and mind,
Free your heart and soul,
Free yourself within,
Healing makes you whole...
Don't listen to the critics,
Don't listen to the media;
Focus on your breathing,
Focus on your freedom...
Chorus
I see you flying now,
Flying up so very high;
No longer feeling bound
By physics or gravity...
I see you soaring free,
I see you smiling sure,
I know that you are healed,
Powerful and secure...
Chorus
Spoken
Just set your spirit free...
You belong... You belong
You belong... to the Universe
...And me...
© Michelle Morris, 2021
Once my prime human fortress, indeed great
Now, he's helpless... gripped with paralysis
My father who aided my first step-straight
Needed lifting-up on a constant basis.
His strength, blessed by God's help, became my might
My growing he guided with His wisdom
How I nestled in his caring delight
Around his loving disciplined freedom.
Seeing Dad struggling, oppressed by ailment
Presses me for faith's fervent prayer zeal
Infirmities afflict but a moment
Since the Lord is ever-ready to heal*.
My father's sickness graciously demands**
My heavenly Father's beautiful hands.
*Psalm 6:2 Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
**The Almighty God called my Daddy Roberto Agustin to His heavenly home where there,Dad is healed completely whole on January 2, 2019 at 5:25PM (Philippine Time), almost eleven hours after this poem was posted. Indeed, "Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints" (Psalm 116:115). To God be the glory!
January 2, 2019
1st place, "STANDARD CONTEST 163" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/18/2019.
Under the shadowed vault of time, where power flickers like a deceptive beacon,
Authority entices the shadows, drawing the basest elements of our kind,
Throughout history, humanity has been shackled by the dregs of the world, slaves to their own decay,
They endure any humiliation, commit any vile act, just to taste the nectar of domination.
The wretched remnants of the world boil in the potion of sovereignty,
Each government, a parliament of debauchery, defiling the soul's virtue,
In the tragic mirror of democracy—whispers reveal that we wear their masks,
Desperate, we cling to the threads of authoritarianism, seeking relief from anxieties.
In the abyss of thought, we dance on fragments of broken dreams,
The narrative flows, a river of lost hopes,
Seeking release in promised power, blind to hidden traps,
Captive in a labyrinth woven from our deepest vulnerabilities.
Eyes darkened by uncertainty gaze toward fragile horizons,
Our hearts, fragile, beat under the weight of perpetual injustice,
We drift into the melancholic reverie of unfulfilled dreams,
Hoping that one day, truth will shatter the illusion we have built.
With arms outstretched to the pale stars of the night,
We find solace in shadows, seeking fragments of pure light,
Dreaming of a world where our sleeping souls awaken to freedom,
An unwritten story, etched with mystic melancholy across the skies.
But until that dawn, in this realm of illusion and unchecked power,
We hold hands in the dark, cherishing the fragility of our hearts,
Imagining a world where our unseen words unlock change,
In a mystic odyssey of poetry and healed souls, under the watchful stars.
We cannot mimic the cry of a loon. Nor capture the light of the moon.
We'll never reach a distant star. Both too high and much too far.
Yet we search, both hither and yon, Seeking that magical bond.
Love is fragile all too often. It melts a heart and makes it soften.
There's no escape when we're caught in the trap set by the heart.
It doesn't matter who we are, when love becomes a tug of war.
There's no way of putting back, the yolk of an egg that's been cracked.
No band aid has ever healed a wound. It merely covers, but too soon,
The cut, shielded and protected, is exposed revealing it's been infected.
Toxins of the most poisonous kind take away joy and peace of mind.
It's sad, yes, but it's also true, knowing there's nothing more to do.
The road to love can be quite long, and longer yet when it goes wrong.
There are hazards, twists, and turns. Flaming words leave lasting burns.
Depressing are all these thoughts. Morbid ramblings of a wounded heart.
Time heals all wounds, so they say. It's true. Time took my pains away.
These next words I speak to you, Love:
Take heed to my words of scorn. Listen to me, Love, it's you I warn.
Don't bother trying to build a defense. For you there is no recompense.
No payment for the hurt you caused. And no compensation for your flaws.
Embittered and torn, I am no more. But don't knock again upon my door.