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O wondrous Cosmos, vast and bright,
We greet you through the endless night.
From Earth’s embrace, we send our song,
Of hopes and dreams where we belong.
Your swirling stars and dancing light,
Inspire us to reach new height.
We gaze in awe, our hearts ignite,
To join your mysteries, pure and right.
From oceans deep to mountain crest,
We cherish you, our cosmic guest.
Though small, we yearn to understand,
The secrets kept in every strand.
So hear our greeting, wild and free,
From Earth beneath the sky and sea.
With wonder, love, and hopeful plea—
O Cosmos, shine eternally.
We are a trinity of mind, soul, and spirit.
Our bodies too have this construct
brain and blood and breath
This pattern of three proves to me
the awesome power of God
For nature always testifies of the Spirit,
if seen with open eyes
life given and kept by His hand
the mind, the brain and nervous system
can be compared to God the Father
In control of all these, commands given and received
Without the commands of the brain, all else would fail and we could not live
the heart, the blood can be compared to the Son
To Jesus who shed his blood for remission of sin, Jesus who teaches love, in the shape of a heart
The heart which pumps life giving blood to the rest of the body, without which we could not live
the respiratory system compared to the Holy Spirit
Which means Rûach in the Hebrew tongue
and Pneuma in the Greek
Rûach and Pneuma, the Spirit, means air and breath
The air we take in and breathe in our lungs
without which we could not live
To live in this flesh we need all three functions,
brain, heart, lungs,
brain, blood, breath
to live in the Spirit we need all three
The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
How amazing are the works of His hands
Ted’s big toe is covered in fungus
It’s massive, in fact it’s humongus
He can’t fit in his shoes
and he sure gets the blues
as he cannot hang out among us
Ted began to feel very depressed
as barefoot he’s not suitably dressed
So I made him fur boots
From road kill bandicoots
his infection medics have assessed
The medic looked at Ted’s toenail
he pressed it, Ted let out a wail
but the doc didn’t scoff
when the toe nail dropped off
Ted fainted, his face was so pale
Two nurses scooped Ted off the floor
Then they escorted him out of the door
The swollen toe soon went down
And Ted went out on the town
(His manky nail's kept in a locked drawer)
Written in response to a comment was made on my recent POTD. May I suggest if folks don't like my poetry they don't bother to read it or make a comment.
8/4/18
When Hope is held hostage from the Son.
In a world that’s somehow come undone.
Breathlessly frozen,
Yet,
Always on the run. Hope,
Held ransom from the Son.
.
Like a leaf in the sky.
You fall but can not fly.
.
World come undone.
Summer’s
Come and gone,
And now,
You’re all alone.
.
And when the wind starts to blow,
Bringing neither Hope nor snow.
The leaves lifeless on the ground,
Can neither mourn nor groan.
Like a rider in the darkness,
You don’t see the trail you leave.
You thought the shadow from the new moon,
Covered your deceit.
.
Why can’t you feel,
Why can’t you cry,
Why can’t you live,
Why can’t you die?
The beauty of the colour of the leaf,
Only proves it’s disconnected and deceased.
Bit your lip to keep from lying.
They put pennies on your eyes.
But the penny tastes just like the blood of all the soaking lies.
Just like the old song says...
Nobody sang the day the music died.
They just admired the beauty,
Of the falling leaf.
Separated from the life pulse of the tree.
But then what were we trying for?
When winter cane knocking,
I shouldn’t have opened the door.
You kept a secret for a friend and that friend only,
Now ain’t it funny how the secrets make you lonely?
And no matter how fast you run.
The end is still gonna catch you son.
In a world,
That’s come undone.
Without the ransom,
Paid by the Son.
Count Dracula lives in my attic and he has a coffin for a bed.
He has bitten all of my family members and they're undead.
I've told many people but they don't believe my texts.
All of my family members are vampires and I'm next.
Dracula prowls during the night and returns before sunrise.
My family prowls with him but people think I'm telling lies.
I've kept the vampires away so far by locking my door and wearing garlic.
They haven't bitten me yet because they fear that I will make them sick.
I fear that sooner or later, I will be turned into a vampire.
I've looked online but I can't find a monster killer to hire.
I'm sick of hiding like a coward, I've had all that I can take.
I found a knife and I just got done carving a wooden stake.
Dracula is pounding very hard, he's trying to break down my door.
He has succeeded but I stabbed him through the heart and he just hit the floor.
Because Dracula was the original vampire, my family has died as well.
I feel so calm and relaxed because my life will no longer be a living hell.
JOURNEY — A Devotion Poem
(For Jim)
We have been blessed
To make a thick book
Of calendar pages,
A long past to now
With our passports
Stamped across the continent
Of the Unexpected. We
Kept brave on joint
Climbs over the peaks
Of the high range of Difficulties;
And been deeply affected
By observing so many wonders
On our voyages
Over Surprised Sea.
During this life together,
We have encountered the Furies;
Filibustered the Fates;
Entertained Muses;
Tried to help those with greater needs;
Shared trials, delights and feasts
With family, as well as recent
Holidays alone with each other.
And, all the years, shared
Our home with darling cats and pups.
We have followed the rule
Of forgiving seventy-times-seven;
Believed Love is God-given;
Had occasions to carry each other.
Across heavy traffic on the highways
Of hard Elsewheres, of massive Unknowns;
And we were often pelted with questions
Pouring on us in sudden storms
That only faith could calm.
But I doubt either of us
Has ever wondered
If our love would last.
For silence can still carry
The conversing of our thoughts;
Anticipation still lies
in our meeting after being apart;
And our hearts touch
Through any distance
In a testimony to the destiny
And promise
Exchanged in our first
Moonlit embrace of each other.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/22
Thanks be to God…….
For a moment, I slipped back in time
and there you were with that silly smile on your face
as if you had done something suspiciously naughty
and had been caught in the act.
I failed at first, to see the smile also carried tears
of years passed when things seemed easier than now.
Coming softly into the room,
our eyes held each other
and the tears glistened on your cheek
in the shaded evening sunset as it brightened the room
after a day of what seemed unending icy cold wind and rain.
I recalled how winter caused you to be sadder
than most any other time of year.
The holidays and all its festivities over
in a time that waned between warm and cold
as snow and rain mixed up the seasons
and kept you warm and safe but sad indoors.
allowing you to weep openly when alone.
How many decades ago had we met
and it was that same teary smile that drew me in?
If I look at your picture now, it's there
that feeling of love that rose more easily than the sun
and is a forever memory that lives in my heart
that misses you for more than a moment
They married me in the season of rain.
The whole village smelled of river rot
and wet stone.
Water lapped at the chapel steps
as though the lake herself
had come to witness the ceremony.
No one spoke above a whisper there.
Not the women knotting my veil
with cold, trembling fingers.
Not the priest with mildew staining his cuffs.
Not even my groom,
whose eyes carried the stillness
of something half-drowned.
The village was sinking.
Slowly.
The people said that every year the water climbed higher—
swallowing fields,
then gardens,
then the lower rooms of houses
where the furniture floated in place,
Frozen in time.
The church bells had drowned three winters before.
Still, some nights,
the villagers claimed they heard them ringing
deep beneath the water,
soft and warped as funeral hymns.
I should have fled then,
when I first learned of what the silence meant here.
There were boats upriver,
kept hidden by women who never spoke of them aloud.
Leaving was never spoken of directly—
only implied, like it was some sort of sin.
Instead, I let them crown me in pearls.
The women threaded them into my hair
like tiny moons,
their faces pale with pity
and something beneath it—fear disguised as something like tradition.
One of them pressed a shell into my palm before the ceremony.
She looked at me with a certainty I had not seen in anyone
since the month I arrived in this village—
as if she already knew exactly what I would become.
“For the crossing,” she whispered.
I thought I must have misunderstood her, somehow.
I understand now that I did not.
Distant friends of a happy past,
our happiness was not to last...
I got rid of all hopes
the same day we kept the distance;
there was no other way
of saying what bothered me,
and everytime you laughed at me:
I stood there looking,
without even smiling!
What a fool,you thought I was,
who did nothing
to explain why
you left me no choice!
Distant friends of a happy past,
our happiness was not to last!
Even though we had an affair,
we didn't get lucky enough
to keep it forever;
why shouldn't we laugh?
Distant friends of a happy past,
our happiness was not to last!
You seem so mad at me,today...
as almost you want to say,
so openly and angrily,
"You are avoiding me,
and indifferent enough
not to be sorry
for your senseless wrong...
and not to take some of the blame!"
Distant friends of a happy past,
our happiness was not to last!
Could you come over this weekend
So that we revisit from where we left it
For last time it didn't really end
You were in cloud nine when we left it
We had to leave it there for you were getting out of control
The neighbours had to come check to see if you all right
For I got to the right spots you were screaming and all
You left, and everyone now calls me Mr. Right
I'd even get winks as I'd go down stairs
And stares every time I crossed the path
It was a green light in everyone's eyes, I was in their hairs
While I wanted to be in you, tilling that mound of earth
So could you come I show you a thing or two
For last time we were unable to continue
I know you also want it too
For you kept asking what's new
I've been thinking of it too and I can't deny
I was wondering when next I could see you
But after last time it's just hard to deny
That we have to crank the volume up for you
...
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