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Let thy mercies come unto me
Lord, let thy mercies engulf and cover me
Liken to a tree that lets it's shadow hang over grasses
and
Oh, Lord let them come the blessing come
For I will stand still and not run, let the blessing come
Shower your power rain down on me
Give me some lasting for ever after let your aurora shine on me
you're wonderful
beautiful
marvelous
majestic
Father and I love thee
Let thy mercies come unto me
Lord, let thy mercies engulf and cover me
Liken to a tree that lets it's shadow hang over grasses
and
Oh, Lord let them come the blessing come
For I will stand still and not run, let the blessing come
Shower your power rain down on me
Give me some lasting for ever after let your aurora shine on me
you're wonderful
beautiful
marvelous
majestic
Father and I love thee
Let thy mercies God come unto me, I love you so
Lord let them come let the blessings show
Your mercies let them come in the power that's your
Oh, God
Give me some of the lasting's let me stand in the aurora of your presents
May I walk forever on the streets of gold, may I stand forever on the streets of gold
I don't know, all I know is that let thy mercies flow
Come on to me for now and forever more
merciful Father God let thy mercy flow
Let thy mercies come unto me
AMEN
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
10/16/2011
from anthology "Inspired Too"
For a lasting lust, my heart’s been beating
On a seat, I daren’t sit for deep thinking
My entire body boiled for the same meaning
I shivered, sweated like I was in a stream
Closer I moved, only her eyes to seem
Opened to hold me tight close onto her chest
A hero of her sentiments I kingly became
Fever settled to wake the eel with a name
Inside the still sea, the waters had swollen
Making its shaved slopes highly slippery
To invite the addon for swimming nicely,
Smoothly dive soaked into the clean waters.
To make the soggy cup dance and spill more
Such that both hills get hosed like a rainy moon
To get gulped by hearty ecstasy of the hearts
That creates a paradise with angelic songs,
Penned for a love story to remember always;
Making me snooze in her majestic hands
Cuddling my shaggy chest to ditty my heart.
Poem by Mugisho N. Theophile
Where you are
From that far,
Becomes near,
By what we share.
In love web,
I meet this deb,
Give her my name,
Without any shame.
Where i am
Gives exam,
To your heart,
Mind and soul apart....
In love web,
I change this deb:
Lady to woman,
As a boy to man.
Where we used to be,
Seems too real to flee...
For uncertain quests work brings,
To lock our fingers in shining rings.
In love web
I search a deb,
So pretty cool...
Like a clean pool.
Where we are now,
Keeps people off how
The journey ended in praise,
Off all jokes the start displays...
In love web,
I situate this deb-
In the trap of words
Unlike promises of birds.
It seems too unreal,
Yet we do have a deal:
That journey to forever,
Will always be an endeavor!
In love web,
I find this deb;
For peace and care-
To bring lasting cheer...
Some things are constant in this crazy old world
Like the sun coming up every morn
Butterflies spreading pollen from flower to flower
And joy when each new babe is born
Though difficult at times to see past the clouds
Sunshine always follows the rain
Since the beginning of time as day follows night
Good times will return once again
So please take heart on your darkest of days
Though troubles seems insurmountable
You're the only one in control of your destiny
No one else can be held accountable
Some things are constant in this crazy old world
Like the love that you feel for life
It's the greatest feeling in the whole wide world
But for the lasting love of your wife
@Jack Ellison 2012
stream of consciousness
A laughing clown filled the heavenly screen
full of malic, behind him, men were eating children
Wine and blood ran down their chests
they had the time of their life
Freedom to exploit the weak and call it democracy
they were friendly and offered me a child's soft arm and thigh
I shook my head, walked on to find my way home
There it was, shining bright on a hill in the afternoon light
The apartment bloc had no entrance
ropes hung from windows
My flat was on the third floor, painted by a mad Russian
who was eaten by wolves in the forest he painted
I tried to climb up vital for me to get home
I was too weak to slide down, and my hands burst into flame
I put my hands in a bucket of water that turned into wine
that I coolly drank
A fire engine hosted by, I stopped the motor and asked
for a ladder, they had no time to help
so, many other hands-on fires that night
I walked to the ever-lasting river, sat on a stone, listened
to the universal language
I let go and became the river
The heart of man is often ruled by pride
For greedy aspirations never cease.
Yet love would wish to be life's constant guide
And wisdom preach the ways to lasting peace.
You seek to own a wealth beyond compare
And think your worldy cravings rule supreme.
Take heed for life's possessions can ensnare
Release your heart, pursue a greater dream.
Hold my hand and watch a golden sunrise,
And gaze in awe on starry summer nights.
Harmonize with nature, let the blue skies
Reflect a warm embrace of shared delights.
Pursue your quest for riches carefully.
For where your treasure lies, your heart will be.
03/12/18
Written to the tune of 'colour of the wind'
'Colour of my heart poetry contest' : sponsored by John Hamilton
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Oh to be so close to the Spirit in spending some time at His Home
How one would endear it rather than being in those days we roam
There being so much warmth inside praying one day you'll come by
For many there are tears cried, such a longing one should not deny
So many people to pray for my time there passes by pretty quickly
Yet in opening up that door it is always the same people that I see
New faces are few and in between as the regulars sit in their pews
Not knowing what I even mean, having never heard His good news
A 19 year old Seminarian spoke today as a tear ran down our face
So young in finding His Way as his spirit was filled with Gods Grace
But so many the devil will sour and in your heart place such deceit
It all not lasting but even an hour as we filtered back into the street
But the joy is still there and can remain throughout the whole week
For now you are aware as to all the things that you presently seek
He is the Light that will let you see the err in judgments you made
Perhaps you just don't agree as so it was for you today that I prayed
Acts 2:47
Praising God, and having favour with all the people.
And the Lord added to the church daily such as should be saved.
Spring passed
here is Summer
at last, not her last
lasting grief, summer’s relief
cool waters flow
seasons surpass
dictates of time
as we tread water
especially her spouse
he finds slight smile
in a bottle, birds
nibbling seeds
his kids calling
on him, expecting
not too much
he is a gentle soul
supposed to be
with his other half
Summer sun
will ne’er be
a comfort
nor sea nor sand,
a shovelful or grain,
sifts through his fingers
starfish in the sky
interest his gaze
missing arms and legs
seasons will come’n go
beachcombers will bum
the sea’s in his eyes
the sun burns
immemorial
no June*
6/21/2021
*mom’s name
Blushing roses in vibrant hues
Lilac and mauve, lemon yellow and ceruse
Beautiful whispers of light, followed by moods
Tangerine and gold, vivid blue, azure
Like the silent summer moon, shimmering
Stars, reflecting joy and warmth
Brilliant gold sunflowers, smiling
Over the hills and through the rows
Silent and soothing, searching signals
Faith promises, played like a rhythm
Melodies of love, laughing and lasting
Breathing through the oaks and pines
Woodlands, a wilderness, embracing
Hearts who reverberate the mysteries
Breathtaking lilacs, lavender hope
Enlightening, delighting, reassuring
Breaking through the dreams, the reveries
Freeing, accepting, enduring all the doubts
Reminding the shades of inspiration
To capture the love in the imagination
The attraction of wonder within a sigh
Beckoning on clouds who pass on by
Bring me the jewels of blooms, soft petals
Murmuring on the wind, truths, pleasures
Dancing gracefully, peace on the waters
Of my heart, my soul, liquid promise of a garden
Glorious and joyous – prayers of the natural world
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June 26, 2022
O to have endless stretch ‘pon earth to roam,
Return to rest, to roost, to my sweet home.
Sweet home, forever a mighty magnet
To go back to an ever open gate,
Its awe and allure never once on wane,
Nor depends on what it might well contain.
For, home’s no house with a roof, walls and beams,
What makes it what is: love and lasting dreams,
What makes it home are sweetest memories,
Strife and struggles that bind, make families.
Bricks and mortars make no more than shelters,
Home, of love of shades that fades nor falters.
I’ve never heard of a home constructed
Like brick-built house, but painstakingly made.
History hath hailed homes in print so bold—
That its hollow of heart’s lined with pure gold.
O inspire me to go and explore world,
Which, having done, hail this migrating bird.
My mind. my feet may wander all the dome,
Not heart, it haply drops anchors at home.
If life be a coiled thread, one end in hand,
Thou doubtless art O Home the other end,
One may or not get to the coil’s far end,
The way to thee Home, always is in hand.
What magic that one tends to hate to leave,
And feels good to return one early eve.
Man flies but misses that feel of firm ground
And looks for it like a child mother-bound.
So I feel if for long in foreign land,
What’s that O Motherland ye hold in hand?
If to my soul, body be lifelong home,
To atman why not all the cosmic dome?
Few things sound sweeter than thee, O my home,
When deeply uttered, ye sound nigh like AUM.
In mother’s gaze of grace and warm embrace,
One feels at home from lifetime’s toil-filled race.
There’s sunny warmth and shelter of blue sky,
Thou art the last resort from every sigh.
In life man may have triumphed, travelled far,
Notstanding still, home hails like Polar Star.
Whenever he hath lost his life’s address,
Sweet home, ye always beckon O to bless.
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