Long Heals Poems
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There are two kinds of mothers full of surprises:
the one who loves, consoles and gives,
the other who complains, cries and screams...
mine was the first one with lots of bright smiles!
She loved nothing more than her kids free of blame:
bathing them, grooming them and feeding them;
had she been different and uncaring,
I wouldn't have been so kind and giving!
On winter's long and bitter-cold nights,
mother gathered us around a warm fireplace
to talk about family, faith and the glory of grace...
we listened and learned to love God with smiling eyes!
She taught us the rewarding and wonderful ways of the Lord:
to earn our living with our sweat and heed His unfailing word,
to say Grace with our bowed heads and be grateful for the hearty meals;
yes, her faith still dazzles as a rainbow...a faith that teaches and heals!
Cliché: “Time heals all wounds.”
(Irritation: It implies passivity, ignoring the ache, the effort, the mess of healing.)
Better Version:
Healing is not the passing of time—
it is the choosing to keep walking with the limp.
Poem
They say time heals all wounds,
but time does nothing
without your hands in the dirt.
It just sits there,
ticks forward,
waits for you to move.
Healing is not forgetting.
It’s waking up and feeding the dog,
even when your ribs still echo
where the grief pressed in.
It’s stitching yourself back together
with thread made of old laughter
and apologies you’ll never get.
It’s watering the plants
even though you once killed every green thing
in the house
because the light hurt your eyes.
It’s how you flinch
when someone touches your shoulder
like they used to—
and how you breathe through it anyway.
Some days, healing looks like
coffee left to go cold
because you finally called someone back.
Some days, it’s just
not crying when their name comes up.
You walk differently now.
Yes.
But still—
you walk.
My heart, though silent, beats steadier, then
Love is written in this gentle voice
Cool winds, playing softly, a moment, when
Gentle thoughts offer no other choice
Singing a chorus of love that believes
My spirit soars to new heights, I can see
Beyond the music of the tree who grieves
Sweetest song, so rich and brave, wind can free
Secured by faith, the joy of love shines bright
Sweetest tones of hope drift over my life
While notes of peace rise from the sunny light
I feel the sway of music that heals worst strife
Thrown about by the dreadful winds of change
Like a leaf in the woods, whose fate feels strange
Written by His hand, stars strewn in coal black skies
anywhere I look, glowing in bleakest nights
the sound of grace poured out beneath heaven’s cries
silencing the wind with music from these gentle lights
written by His hand, blessings warm just like a friend
hallelujah chorus bringing hope for everlasting
beyond this world we live in is faith we’ll always defend
it brings the heart into focus with love that its broadcasting
written by His hand, stars in glorious hues of praise
pouring out songs of light, reflecting the humble heart
this is a moment in time that assures the one who prays
remembering heaven’s sparkle, where all blessings start
written by His hand, the miracle of amazing grace
whispering peace and joy through the one who knows Him,
the way, the truth, the life – He heals with His embrace
breaking away the signs of pride as stars rejoice and dim
written by His hand, the stars who glow through the night
rewriting the lost so they see – the miracle of a soul’s belief
glistening with a new dream, revealing His clear insight
dazzling as the stars who appreciate despite every grief
written by His hand, the melancholy never defeats our love
it’s a story of grace brought to those who believe in the Son
the One who writes stories poured out from God above
silencing the shadows of despair with hope from the ONE…
who reminds every believer, He is alive and He is with us
whatever happens, the stars know and trust,
the miracle of a love whose whole purpose is to praise Jesus
the wonder of a love who created us from dust!
Feel the sad impulse:
Know pulse between pulse;
A certain sad feel:
A feeling that heals.
In the deep deep dark:
Seek a light that sparks;
Prize true faith that lights:
Know the way of sight.
Prize the touch of hope:
Watch as wonder scopes;
Seize the certain way:
Triumph despite the day.
See how death sets free:
A stillness to be;
Death is the sure art:
Homeward glimpse that starts.
In a short span brief:
Linger not on grief;
Free from mortal sighs,
A soul never dies.
Here upon the way:
Birth to birth streams play;
A cast now touching:
Glimpses of dreaming.
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2017
Singapore
I MET the devil wearing a sun dress this day in May
she winked at me in a most persuasive way
and asked if I had change for thirty pieces of silver
being poor I only had my soul to offer this day
We strolled across the river of Life -- I almost fell in
nimble and fast, she caught my heartstrings -- and said:
"never again do that" -- and my heart caught fire & eyes bled
i beg to be devoured by pleasure than wracked by life today
She loves me as the Libra that I am - so romantic in my ways
i grab onto the drops of her tears -- so swept away this sinful day
the giver who never expects a gift in return --if only for love
When doves die do they fly north or south - remain in place I say
Within my body a magnetic heart -- attracts and burns some souls
and crows sing the song forgotten for so long as we dance for days
twilight burns pavement and heals unborn promises this way
ice cries and fire smiles all the while we wept as humans in life
I met the devil today -- she was wearing the mask I lost in childhood
asking not what I could do for her -- she gave a love -- unmatched
burning fields of daisies as we walked through the countryside by side
the rains came -- the skies moaned and asked for flesh and bone today
--//--
I thought my words were stars, unshaken,
But they were only lamps in mist—
Too bright with pride, too quick to waken,
Too eager for a fleeting tryst.
Now softer rhythms touch the page,
They move like rivers, slow and deep,
A gentleness comes with quiet age,
And truth no longer stirs from sleep.
The vanity of sounding grand
Has slipped like ash between my hands,
I lean instead on earth and sky,
And write the way the roses die.
If I have grown, it is by loss—
By setting down the crown, the gloss,
Until my words are bare, yet whole,
Like light that falls and heals the soul.
The past while it lasted
The repeats over time
The mention of the memories
The time has passed
The future and the now
Why drown in the past?
Why rewind it over and over again?
The same song, the same tune
Covered with sand
Surrounded by sorrows
As yet no tomorrow
Person lives in the before
Not moving forward
The unknown
That was then, this is now
Life will not wait
Time is going fast
The past.
Celebrate a newer, better life
Elevate, eliminate, concentrate
Appreciate the elated times
Unwind.
Note: often times some people drown themselves in the past. Not able to move forward. Yet, time heals old wounds. My Prayers. Give all to Jesus. Prayers and miracles still works.
~All In His Name~
(Pantoum)
Spread His love to the whole wide world
Feel and share all His true love too
Love in the heart brings us a song
Love makes our hearts always grow strong
Feel and share all His true love too
True love always keeps on giving
Love makes our hearts always grow strong
His pure love can give you joy, peace
True love always keeps on giving
God gives us all His love for free
His pure love can give you joy, peace
His love heal all the hearts that hurt
God give us all His love for free
Love makes our hearts always grow strong
His love heals all the hearts that hurt
Spread His love to the whole wide world.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
October.1.2015
(Dedication: For my wife Ann)
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My lover knows
Verse craft I write
In ample flow
Of lovely cites
My lover says
Words in a gist:
Love is the way
Beyond all lists
My lover sleeps
Here by my side
Murmurs so deep
In dreamy ride
My lover sighs
Beyond word touch
A poignant high
That says so much
My lover heals
In sublime ways
The way I feel
In plot and play
My lover hums
A simple song
And thus I come
To know what's strong
My lover is
The way I live
A feel of bliss
In gaze I give
My lover shows
With space most grand
That love can grow
Lover and friend
My lover grips
My hands and more
Blessing our trips
From precious shores
Leon Enriquez
27 April 2017
Singapore