Long Jesu Poems
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Jesu, Joy of man’s desiring,
thank you for Joy’s life preserving,
from the day she started breathing.
For this and your constant keeping,
you, her Lord this day we’re thanking.
Grant her health in all her living.
From your storehouse, pour out blessings.
Make her life a fountain flowing,
With the virtues you are giving.
May Joy, in your love abiding,
be a beacon brightly shining,
in a world where light is fading,
and souls of men in sin are dying.
Grant Joy grace in all her doing,
may she be a source of blessing,
to the souls each day she’s meeting
in the course of daily living.
With your Holy Spirit leading
may Joy’s faith be daily growing.
Grant her guidance in her choosing
May she be wise in her talking.
As she waits for your appearing,
Grant Joy strength in her proclaiming.
Then, when Jesus comes descending,
May she be with those ascending.
In the silence of the air
the piano plays softly, inviting us to
dream a little, forgetting all our woes
A million butterflies of joy settle in our hearts, as we
withhold the strum of useless words.
Let us opt to sit on a hill of serene emotions,
while the Christmas Spirit sifts through us, like gold...
Anticipation, excitement, it can be ours
if we arrive at His doorstep, (il bambino Jesu)
Our Baby, Jesus...
Bring your imagination forth cherished souls that you are,
know that anything is possible if you believe.
Trust in your own ability to create magic from the
disheveled thoughts of yesterday.
Remember to allow the Christmas Spirit to glow inside of you,
dance with it,
and as you tip the balance, lean on the good side.
December 2, 2022
Awaiting the release
Emerging from a cocoon stage
Producing a power within.
That transforms from the
Inside out.
Making me more aware of my abilities
And that
true dependence on others is faulty at best
Realizing there are no guarantee
It’s amazing and yet humbling
My place in the world is not established by
Varies organization and publication
But by my belief in myself
Sometimes we are not sure of our path in life.
We get blinded and distracted along our journey.
It can keep us from reaching the finish line.
God come along my journey and clears my vision
And my destiny is redefined
I found hope along my journey, and his name is Jesu
Father , we thank you ,
Father , we thank you
Woo Oh oh oh wooh oh eh. Eh. Eh
I call upon you
Kabiyesi. Father, we thank you
Father, we thank you
Imela, thank-you
You are my Kabiyesi
Kabiyesi Baba
I call you, Father Papa
Kabiyesi Baba
Highest praise Hallelujah
Baba O Ese Father we thank you
Hallelujah Gbogbo dye gbe Jesu ga
Let all the world exalt Jesus Jesus
Iwo nikan an l 'ogo ye. You alone
Deserve the glory
Thank you, Father. we thank you
Thank you. Father, we thank you
Thank you, Imelg
You are my Kabiyesi
Eze. King, you are worthy of my praise
Yahweh eh. Eh. Eh
Father, we thank you
3/18/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Nigerian Worship Praise Song
Memories of Bach
At 17, I performed a solo ballet to Bach
Below a sparkling sky,
On a park’s open green grass.
The choreography flowed.
I was well-rehearsed.
The opportunity, special, before
Some of our gathered city’s spectators.
This genius: Bach.
This glorious cantata:
“Jesu,]oy of Man’s Desiring.”
And, I, the young ballerina,
Wrapped very Grecian-like in an ivory, silk tunic,
Stepping out to
Meet the first notes,
Humbly opening my arms
— first right, then left —
To invite the music to my dance.
But, barely a quarter-minute into the piece,
I was overwhelmed —
As my first dance ever
Out-of-doors —
The sky was my ceiling
And it was too high,
Making my reaching upward breathless.
There were no stage wings
To mark the arrowing points of my arabesques.
My memory lost all upcoming moves
To the sparse clouds
in their swirling crossing of the sky.
I let Bach choreograph my choice
Of upcoming motions as I
Let myself become his music
On to the end.
About a decade later,
On a cloudless, August day,
(the hottest day that year).
I asked for Bach
To sound, again.
Dear Bach’s
“Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring,” rose
Meeting our ears so magnificently
From the organ, as
I stepped into the church,
Wearing yards of wrapped white silk.
I stepped gently down the aisle
Toward my waiting groom.
My own joy carried me
Into the cantata
In celebration of
Our wedding day and
Of our decades of love
Together, on that day
Just beginning.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 10/21 poem
Thanks be to God
have you ever grappled with despair
not in imagery, symbolism or portrayal.
I mean, have you ever felt the elevator drop
the watery weakness that extenuates breath
a depth of fatigue that makes lying on the floor a burden
an aching pounding in your chest,
the broken-glass dryness in your throat
the gritty ache in your eyes
that makes you want to close them forever?
Struggle no more, leaden limbs,
free the weary weight.
Eyes that struggle, release the light.
The body begs to no more fight.
In a blur of sluggish thought,
I whisper sleep's sweet name.
The will has dropped.
The yearning stopped.
I’ll rest on that distant shore.
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Songs for this:
Nessun Dorma by Sarah Brightman
Caruso (Live at "Pavarotti International" Charity Gala Concert, Modena 1992) by Luciano Pavarotti, Aldo Sisilli
Pie Jesu by Andrew Lloyd Webber, Sarah Brightman & Paul Miles-Kingston
Father , we thank you ,
Father , we thank you
Woo Oh oh oh wooh oh eh. Eh. Eh
I call upon you
Kabiyesi. Father, we thank you
Father, we thank you
Imela, thank-you
You are my Kabiyesi
Kabiyesi Baba
I call you, Father Papa
Kabiyesi Baba
Highest praise Hallelujah
Baba O Ese Father we thank you
Hallelujah Gbogbo dye gbe Jesu ga
Let all the world exalt Jesus Jesus
Iwo nikan an l 'ogo ye. You alone
Deserve the glory
Thank you, Father. we thank you
Thank you. Father, we thank you
Thank you, Imelg
You are my Kabiyesi
Eze. King, you are worthy of my praise
Yahweh eh. Eh. Eh
Father, we thank you
3/18/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Nigerian Worship Praise Song
Father , we thank you ,
Father , we thank you
Woo Oh oh oh wooh oh eh. Eh. Eh
I call upon you
Kabiyesi. Father, we thank you
Father, we thank you
Imela, thank-you
You are my Kabiyesi
Kabiyesi Baba
I call you, Father Papa
Kabiyesi Baba
Highest praise Hallelujah
Baba O Ese Father we thank you
Hallelujah Gbogbo dye gbe Jesu ga
Let all the world exalt Jesus Jesus
Iwo nikan an l 'ogo ye. You alone
Deserve the glory
Thank you, Father. we thank you
Thank you. Father, we thank you
Thank you, Imelg
You are my Kabiyesi
Eze. King, you are worthy of my praise
Yahweh eh. Eh. Eh
Father, we thank you
3/18/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Nigerian Worship Praise Song
I know you see me from up there,
from halfway up the steep and twisting lane.
In early half-light as you take your walk
I no doubt seem to loom as you descend,
appear to grow, to rise from earth,
my boxlike rectilinearity,
severe and unadorned geometry,
a silhouette against the solitary sodium source.
I once hosted fiery-throated hymns
from dedicated souls in Sunday best:
“Marchog, Jesu, yn llwyddiannus”,
“O! Iesu mawr, rho d’anian bur” –
voices rich and raised and resonant,
so filled with faith, so gorged with God.
My pitch-pine pews were polished
by coat and skirt and trouser twill.
Abandoned now, unloved, slab-still,
void and stark and desolate,
with quarry-tiled floor that would resound
with joy were anyone to walk upon it,
I present gaping emptiness, a thing felt,
a cave whose darkness, palpable,
is peopled by retreating echoes of my past,
like timorous ghosts far too afraid to speak.
But there is One I must not name –
though He might be known by
the four letters of the tetragrammaton –
who lodges in my roomy quarters,
cowers within my tight square corners,
seeking shadows when the sun stares in.
I hear Him breathing as
He sweats in His remorse, a thing smelt.
He hides from the accusing eyes of every nation,
the eyes that witness daily His forlorn creation.
(The chapel speaking here is in a small place in West Wales, UK)
(Translations: “Marchog, Jesu, yn llwyddiannus” = "Ride on Jesu, all victorious"; “O! Iesu mawr, rho d’anian bur” = "O Jesu, let Thy spirit bless")