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YOU’RE LIGHT THAT BRIGHTENS THE DARK-
Soars the quiet rush of dawn’s embrace;
Where hearts breath surrenders, dreams interlace;
First breath whispers soft, a gentle O' so sigh;
As my thoughts awaken, like stars in the sky;
With the warmth of humanities dispelling gloom,
Second touch tender, igniting a brazen spark;
A flicker of must short of lust, that brightens the dark;
In pending universal apocalyptic estranged doom
In that delicate moment, our eyes intertwine,
As if all the universe paused just for just only us,
Solace gaze that transcends time, pure and divine;
In the depths of connection, we find God we trust;
Lights the spark...
That brightens the dark;
Humanity’s world fades away, wrapped in satan spell;
A language unspoken, yet heard with stories to tell;
Heartbeats broken in lies and promises, every glance a vow;
In the garden of now, let’s linger somehow;
So here’s to the moments, so fleeting yet so vast;
In the canvas of love, let our colors blend;
To first breaths and touches, to memories we cast;
For in your gaze, my heart finds its soul end;
In that delicate moment, our eyes meet intertwine;
As if all the universe paused just for us;
Solace gaze that transcends time, pure and divine;
In the depths of connection, we find God we trust;
Lights the spark!
That brightens the dark!
You’re the light Jesus that Brightens the Dark;
You’re light that brightens the dark;
Lights the spark,
That brightens the dark,
You’re the light Jesus that Brightens the Dark,
You’re light that brightens the dark;
Oh, Father God you’re the light that brightens the dark;As if all the universe paused just for just only us,
11/28/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Upon an old, majestic house,
An eagle trapped, her spirit broken.
With wings constrained, and softly spoken
Words, she whispered, like a mouse
“Tell my how the clouds feel
Are they soft, or cold, or hard?
As they dance in Sky's backyard?”
Her gaze, cut like sharpened steel,
With wings spread wide, she can be free
Yet held by chains we cannot see,
She had forgotten who she’d used to be
"Break free," I cried, "and soar so high,
To where the angels dare to fly,
For in your eyes, I see the glow,
Of boundless skies, where we shall go.
"Rise up, great eagle, fly with me,
Discover skies and oceans free—
Together let us find a place
Where love and freedom interlace."
She shook her head with gentle grace,
A sadness veiled upon her face.
"Can't you see the chains that bind,
My heart, by fear of heights, confined?”
"I used to roam the endless sky,
And watch the world so broad and wide,
Yet now, to spread my wings and fly,
I fear, dear friend, I am denied."
"Stand up, dear angel of the sky,
Don't let this fake fear hold you tight,
Keep you from soaring far and wide,
For love and freedom always lie.
"Let Nature guide you, strong and true,
Her voice, your compass, never swayed,
Within your heart, a yearning burns,
To find its way, to love unchained.
"With you, I'll roam the boundless air,
Our love, a beacon, shining bright,
Together, we shall conquer fear,
And rise to meet the endless light."
And so, her spirit found new strength,
Her wings unfurled, she took to flight,
Together we soared, our hearts aflame,
Embracing freedom, love, and light.
Upon the skies, we wrote our tale,
Two eagles' hearts, forever bound,
For in our love, we set our sail,
And in our freedom, we were found.
In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph,
Spirits lock thought within the ark of thought, and sometimes, a divine spark,
And women in furies pour vessels into fragments of petrified walls,
While men submerge self in the deluge of the endless bitter draught,
No one unravels another's enigma—and yet we wander, undeterred in our search,
A feast of pain among the shroud of other silent dreams.
Flesh beside bone, and flesh calling for more than earthly caresses.
There’s not a sliver of luck to emerge,
We are prisoners of the same unanimous fatality.
No one ever rediscovers that lost half.
The refuges of cities gorge on their refuse,
And windows of pain become filled,
Madhouses come alive,
Hospitals spread their beds,
And cemeteries weep for the dead.
And yet nothing else fills the voids.
On this unanointed altar of the body cloaking the skeleton,
Minds wrap their writhings in flesh paper,
And now and then, a wisp of soul persists,
Queens shatter the jugs of pretentious pledged barriers,
Thirsty men sink their being into seas of deceitful wine,
And no heart finds its sunset in another's dawn,
Despite the journey, we lay amongst the pale napkins of other's dreams.
Carnal tissue embracing the bone—and the tissue chasing after more than dusty sensuality.
Not a thread of hope becomes visible in this stupor,
We are captives in one piercing prescription of destiny.
No soul ever uncovers that forever misplaced love.
The city's debris open their nostrils to plenty,
And the material world perfects its imprint,
Asylums echo with a chorus of commotion,
Hospitals interlace sufferings,
And cemeteries crowd their silence.
No other space finds a cure to fill the vast emptiness.
In the hush of twilight's embrace,
Where shadows dance and interlace,
A melody rose, soft and sweet,
A lullaby, in rhythmic beat.
In a quaint village, nestled deep,
Where dreams and silence softly creep,
A young girl, with eyes like dawn,
Sang a song as night moved on.
Her voice, a whisper through the trees,
Carried on a gentle breeze,
It wove through the cool evening air,
A symphony of tender care.
The children, with their heavy lids,
Listened closely, as she bids
Goodnight to the sun's last glow,
To the stars, they soon would know.
Sweetest lullaby, in twilight's keep,
Sway the willows, rock the deep,
Let the moon cradle the night,
In its silver, soft delight.
The song spoke of dreams to come,
Of the laughter and the hum,
Of the adventures waiting there,
In the realm of slumber's lair.
It painted skies of velvet hue,
Where wishes flutter, dreams come true,
Where the heart is brave and bold,
In the land that dreams unfold.
Sweetest lullaby, so pure, so clear,
Dissolves the worries, dries the tear,
Wraps the world in harmony,
A cocoon of tranquility.
The nightingale in her bower,
Sings her sweetest song this hour,
For every child, both far and near,
Her lullaby they hold most dear.
As stars twinkle, a celestial choir,
The fireflies dance like sparks of fire,
The universe in symphony,
Sings along in jubilee.
Sweetest lullaby, now fades away,
As sleep claiming its velvet sway,
The dreams take flight on whispered songs,
In the land where they belong.
So, rest ye now, in peaceful sleep,
While the stars their watchful vigil keep,
For in dreams, you're free to roam,
Till the morning light brings you home.
A delicate dance, a balance to abide.
Let me share a verse, a tale profound,
Of union wed in hallowed ground.
When vows were spoken, love's embrace,
Within the walls of sacred grace,
Two souls entwined, a blessed bond,
In faith and hope, their hearts respond.
The church, a haven, where spirits soar,
A sanctuary for love to explore.
With blessings sought, in prayers they knelt,
Their union sealed, divine presence felt.
Yet in the realm of worldly decree,
Lies the state, where laws decree.
An earthly realm, where lives entwine,
Where unions formed, but can decline.
The state, it claims a different role,
To govern lives, the heart's control.
Through trials faced, its duty clear,
To grant divorce when love's austere.
For love is fragile, human, frail,
And sometimes falters, starts to pale.
The state steps in, with measured might,
To disentangle bonds, no longer bright.
Though wedded in the sacred place,
Where heaven's grace did interlace,
The state, it follows rules laid bare,
To sever ties, love's weight to bear.
The separation of these realms, you see,
Protects the church, protects the free,
To let religion guide its course,
While state ensures a civil force.
Thus, if the state may seek to part,
What church bestowed, two souls held in heart,
Remember, dear friend, it's not their aim,
To tarnish love or cause you shame.
They're bound by duty, laws compiled,
To navigate love's ebb and tide,
For if love fades and peace departs,
They offer solace, fresh new starts.
So let us honor this subtle divide,
Respecting both realms, hand in hand they stride.
For church and state, they coexist,
Preserving freedom, love's gentle twist.
In the depths of the Mediterranean's embrace,
Where waves and sorrow interlace,
A tragic tale unfolds each passing day,
Of lives lost, dreams shattered, swept away.
Ten souls, on average, meet their end,
In this watery grave, their hopes suspend,
And as the months unfold with heavy toll,
1875 hearts silenced, their stories untold.
Why, oh why, does history repeat?
When lessons learned should guide our fleet,
Yet apathy and ignorance still hold sway,
While lives are lost, cast adrift in disarray.
Do we not see the urgency before our eyes?
The need for compassion, for empathetic ties,
To stem the tide of despair and strife,
And offer solace to those seeking life?
Isolation, a fortress built in fear,
Cannot erase the pain, it only draws near,
For we are bound by a common thread,
The tapestry of humanity, where lives are spread.
No one stands alone, untouched by the plight,
We all have a role, to kindle the light,
To prevent the desperate from that treacherous route,
And extend our hands, embrace and salute.
For in the rescue of potential victims, we unite,
Shattering the darkness, bringing hope to light,
We raise our voices, demanding change,
To break the chains that hold us estranged.
Let empathy guide us, our actions inspire,
To build a world where compassion won't expire,
Where borders dissolve, and hearts intertwine,
Rescuing lives, a mission divine.
So let us learn from the past's bitter sting,
And let each life lost be a bell that will ring,
Awakening our souls, igniting a fire,
To save the lost, and lift them higher.
There's mischief in the air, and in the sky
Rises fair, sublime, and rare - Blue Moon.
Son of Venus, hidden, now lets fly
An arrow to a chaste fair maid who soon
Shall spy a youthful eager boy and sigh
As through the dance hall wafts a wistful tune.
For she, with goddess body silken-clad,
And rosebud cheeks and locks the color wheat,
Turns - the first she sees - a simple lad.
She's drawn to him - this boy that she must meet.
He sees her too; his countenance turns glad,
For she approaches with a smile so sweet!
Her face feels flushed; her blood now courses fire
beneath the spot where Cupid's dart was thrust.
With lingered gaze she speaks her soul's desire.
A feathered touch. To have him now she must.
Her honeyed voice and breath. He can't respire.
Her scent; the darkened room! He feels the lust.
He takes her by the waist of her soft dress.
They slowly move along the corner floor.
His fingers wrap around her back and press.
She leans into his body, wanting more.
Her fingers tread his neck; then they caress.
And next he leads her to the exit door.
She follows, not protesting, to his place,
Where, on the floor, their clothing soon is flung.
They fall onto his bed in an embrace.
With pleasured aching, soon they're lost among
the tangled sheets as bodies interlace.
He touches where her silken gown once clung. . .
Winged scamp with cherub's face and ready bow,
You laugh at each new fool that you waylay.
For love of reckless passion born, you know,
can't last. She wakes, and you've since traipsed away.
She gasps and shakes. The lad is dealt a blow,
His face once loved - now loathed by light of day.
We went to our Ava, our granddaughter’s, soccer game the other night
and once again I was shown
how everybody…every family…has a story of their own.
We saw some familiar faces (as at Ava’s soccer games we always do),
people who’s stories we’re familiar with…because we’re in a chapter or two.
Of course when it came to the other team and their families
I did not recognize a face…
In fact this night might be the only night our stories interlace.
And though we had our eyes on Ava while the game was on…
in those moments in between…
we had a chance to visit with some parents from the other team.
We talked to a couple all bundled up because the night was Florida cold
and another couple with a baby who just turned one month old.
Since Ava is the goalie we tend to do our cheering as we stroll
back-and-forth along the sideline closest to her goal.
As we were rooting for Ava to block every shot…
her goal posts to control….
next to us was a father from the other team
cheering his daughter, Ryan’s, shots would find their way into the goal.
I complimented his daughter Ryan…he complimented Ava…
and we reached this harmonious accord….
because Ava blocked a lot of shots…and his daughter Ryan scored.
It was a pleasant evening…as for one night our lives intertwined…
being a part of their story…as they were part of mine.
And I was once again reminded…as Ava’s soccer game began…
how we should try to walk into each other’s stories…
as gently and lovingly as we can.
In the realm of thought, where minds unbind,
We seek to shed the shackles, and prejudices confined.
For judgments to be fair, we must have our spirits free,
And gaze upon the colours of each mind, you see.
Not all are shaped by instincts in the same,
In this diverse world, we find our aim.
Variety in thoughts, like nature's grand zoo,
Each is unique, vibrant, and worthy too.
Just like animals, each perfect in its way,
Minds, diverse, in the light of knowledge sway.
Not a repetition, not a singular mold,
But a tapestry of ideas, a sight to behold.
A nation's strength lies in its people's array,
In the gifts, they bring to light each day.
No improvement comes from homogeneity's grip,
Let each mind flourish, let diversity equip.
Yet, in this mosaic, there's room to refine,
Some traits are ancestral or of darker design.
For improvement waits where degeneration may dwell,
In the canvas of minds, the artist can tell.
We do not judge hastily, nor do we decree,
But seek understanding and progress to foresee.
With open eyes, we'll perceive traits anew,
And the beauty of minds in a vibrant hue.
The moral and the intellectual we explore,
In this grand tapestry of human minds galore.
Seeking improvement, but not uniformity's reign,
In the colours of the mind, let diversity remain.
As we delve into this world of inner grace,
Discovering the colours that interlace,
In the great scheme of evolution's grand design,
We find the beauty in the "Colours of Mind.”
You’re certainly missing out
Whilst you’re fooling about
And you’re swimming in doubt
So I shall certainly you out-rout
I’d advise you to be on the lookout
For I’m your rival, far more worthy a scout
Take heed or you’ll end up looking like a lout
All I can tell you for now is that you’re missing out
While you’re looking away
Twirling in relentless dismay
Your insolence successfully leads you astray
So He finds me in greater favour every day
Unlike you, I’m eloquent with words that gently sway
The God with whom for hours on exhausted knees I stay
‘Till the last hour of the night a dear prayer to say
With heartfelt sobs and a submissive heart I pray away
I whisper, “Dear God of mercy, show me your face
For I am a sinner in need of Your saving Grace
For years in meditation and supplication I’ll chase
The benedictions You bestow unto the winners of the race
The so-called ‘faithful’ ones who cautiously pace
In the promising path which for them You daily trace”
I solemnly utter, “My heart with Love and Faith do interlace
So I can one good day be worthy of seeing Your glorious face”
If you were smart, you’d take after me
Vigilant and sober at all times you’d be
So from the snares of the enemy you’d easily flee
Who’s literally got you down on one knee
Yet too proud you are for your life to give an earnest plea
No diligence whatsoever for efforts to be free
Indeed that thief I am, the thief of grace, you see
Watch out, or you’ll lose all your blessings to me