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If I was to take a word, say focus,
Stand it on its head,
And ask with growing sense of dread,
Why my friend did you just now,
Fly upon this particular
Moment’s verbal locus?
Torture I might answer, like waterboarding,
Might explain a thing or two.
Indeed the stakes are dear,
And the coast far from clear-
For foggy shores clarity prevents,
The utter contingency of cluttered events.
Focus is the mine shaft of the mind,
Magnifying that which falls
Into categories of significance:
Signs of a trance, a mental dance,
By which thinking signifies
The magnificent follies
Of a man upside down
In a world of lies.
No subtlety there,
Poet banging hair chest bare,
The mental frequency hertz,
Screeching, scratching, snatching,
Lose bits of hurt out of the air.
The mathematics of falling
Made clear by Newton,
His numbers uncovering
What was
Always there:
A god already in free fall,
The Fall, the autumn of our birth,
The forsaken garden,
Two dummies hand in hand,
An undulating snake,
A world of entanglement,
All fleeing into a desert dream.
For what? To where? And why?
The three double jews of the trinity
Which Law forbade no One to ask,
Yet no body did
Put focus to task.
She reappears all the time.
The rabbit hole stood for what was to come,
The worms therein what was done.
The trip down was fun,
Getting out gave more than the sum.
The prism diffracted the invisible
Beams of light,
An assortment of possibilities followed,
The world explained, the mind contained,
A boundless infinite void of space,
Surrounding us,
Disgracing us,
For we had to face,
The borders of our place.
Trapped inside
We looked the other way,
Attic floors, token doors,
A distilled virtue, forgeries for another day.
The sky was not the limit, we were.
The atoms of the mind mere reflections
Of our best guessing games.
There though, lay our best hope.
After the bloodshed
She reappeared again.
But only after.
Choices like Templars into the night,
Distracted the courtesies of a harmonious cosmos,
God had blood and died,
Men embraced humiliation and cried,
Change, the abomination of free will,
Altered the fabric of time.
Focus put by for a rainy day.
Distraction, the play thing
Of an unruly monster lurking in the shadows of thought,
Vomiting a pile of disassociations.
I walked outside in the scorching heat moving papers and turning over pages just looking for that one line that goes back to the middle ages. The search was long, the documents were strong and the paragraph sits at the bottom with the exact words about the controversial land. Moses was deceased, Joshua was bequeathed and mimiram joined the crew when her leprosy
came through.
I traveled to Vatican City to view the writing form the thirteenth century there were piles and piles of them standing in a row but I had nowhere to go and I could not move any of them.
I had to view them with a magnifying glass or the whole thing would have fallen apart .I walked along the Vatican city underground and there were museums all around with documents that goes back to the creation of the earth but they were all sealed up in dirt.
Something caught my eyes from the back and I continue to move my eyeball over the lines to see what historical data I could find. I just wanted to fit the pieces together until I could uncover the secrecy, and just when I thought my long search was done a cockroach crawl up from the corner and there it was staring at me, the very line that illustrate my dignity. A thousand cameras pointed at me from every angle, I could not touch or move a thing until the vessel I had memorized the plaintiff hymn.
The Priest kept juggling on the floor and the Roman soldiers keep asking for more, the theater was where it all began with a harp a violin and a harmonica riding on the gondola and singing a song. They were all playing for me as the discovery breaks the bonds of history to uncover an age-old mystery, the authentic crowd docked on the other side while I continue to hold up my pride and the gondola drift.
I try to fit the piece together so I went on a hurricane ride and landed in Peru and made my way to the city of Cuzco to connect the dots and explore the salt mine of maras and when I got what I wanted I made my way to France and visit the Mount Blanc and made a bond with Eifel tower. When the research was over, I clocked in nine hundred million dollars for a Zig Zag line and a marking on a cave that was divine.
And so the evidence was right in front of me to prove the murder in the first degree and a global fraud in the second degree. You must make haste and come and see me.
For His blessings for the past, I praise God with all my heart
Trusting Him that this year, His goodness for me will never depart...
Thus, I believe that He will grant each of my desire
And everything that for His honour I earnestly aspire:
To stay constantly in the center of His perfect will
While in His compassion-care I'll keep still;
To fulfill His assigned task for me He has uniquely designed
As in His satisfaction I serenely bask to which I willingly resigned.
Gratefully, I'll worship the Lord this New Year, by His grace
Loving Him with my spirit, soul and strength all the days...
Hence, I yield to Him, upon faith's fervency, my supplication-filled hopes
Knowing that He knows what's best beyond my mind's scopes:
The complete recovery of my Dad's well-being thru His divine miracle healing
Also the full restoration of those who are spiritually ailing, falling and failing;
The remarkable progress and developmental milestones of my special child
As well as those undergoing therapy, rehabilitatively-styled.
By the guidance of the Master, I press on toward victory
Magnifying His name for His exaltation and glory...
Therefore, to His approval do I submit my dreams
Verily aware that His omniscience can overtake my vision-beams:
Foremost is the realization of an ever-ready service-providing foundation
Benefiting mankind thru its effective welfare-geared function;
Another, though not actually impossible, is the wondrous visit to the Holy Land
Where my Saviour humanly resided according to what Sovereign had planned.
Upheld by the wise Creator, I'll serve Him now and onward midst challenges
Since I'm called to live for Him with His power-charges...
So then I cast to Him my worries and doubts for the future
In my faithful stewardship devotion He alone can nurture:
Fruitfulness of ministry-involvement despite hardships
Earnestness of my prayer-consecration thru heavenly partnerships;
Persistence in every discipleship-engagement
Diligence in labouring* for His kingdom's advancement.
*Acts 20:35 I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.
Dramatic Monologue in Couplets
December 27, 2018
In Memoriam Quietly Always Close
Are they whispers, then, settling
So gently upon that slightest breeze wending
Over the granite crosses and statues of cradling angels,
Which stand in their long cemetary rows?
Stating each name of the one passed on with
There-on etched, too, the noting of time alive
And telling of the beloved, who hum there their slow laments;
Who send up colorful balloons to celebrate their love and
Take far their silent greetings in the sky.
Are they lullaby heartsongs, which
Rise on sprigs of heaven-bound light,
So tunefully sweet for love’s addressed, aided
By a league of angellic composers
In their lyrical rounds from above our earthly sphere?
Are these the places of our hushed sympathies?
The places we lay over our dear ones
All the broken pieces of the grieving heart’s still longing
To stay in some way forever near, and, so, we linger thoughtfully
Criss-crossing the undulating final verdigris
Landscape, which embraces the last remains ~
Resting on in heaven’s wait for that further journey going on.
Are these faint mists surrounding
So many hours of our own remaining days —
Which are spent summoning back the stories, the touches,
The eyes that happily cast their glance into our own —
Not truly our tears
Being turned to magnifying memories,
Prayerfully appearing with each
Dusk’s close of day and placid rise of the radiant moon?
Do see that the soundless falling is our aching?
Is a furor — burst of pure, white snow:
A flash of a blizzard, looking nearly weightless,
Landing in silence, but
Incongruously, falling heavily down, into those forming crystalline layers
To dress a seeming lace-like çover over all the stone markers
With a luminous beauty, revealing a metaphor, ineffable
~ Blessed markers of life itself set here before us
Within reach of meeting the Divine.
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/5/2023
(Written for Jennifer Wilson & Maggie Hopkins in loving
Memory of James Hopkins, spouse, father, & friend) Also written with the inspiring power of images of the 9,000 marking gravestone crosses in Normandy, France, and sights of Arlington Cemetary, Washington, D.C.
Written to unaccompanied cello Suite 1 in G major, perfomer Yo Yo Ma
Thanks be to God…
I arrived clothed in sheer veil
from whence I came I soon forgot
It’s a girl… they cheered!
I was surrounded by smiling faces of loved ones
waiting to unteach all I already knew.
My eyes opened to beauty
and my ears to unfamiliar sounds all around
from left, to right, backwards and frontwards
my heart filled with desire to discern what
has already been predetermined
I sought to unfold meaning
of all things seen and unseen
a discovery with every glance
the journey self driven
to expand and find purpose.
Everything a wonder
as I touched, smelled and felt
my way into existence
seeking the depth of self
I sensed LOVE
at its utmost level
through every pore
of my being
the warmth of which
flowed through arteries and capillaries
that I may survive
this LIFE I claimed.
My awakening sprung
in the silence.
I sprouted roots
and my soul grew taller
I saw myself
moving amidst tubers
with large heart shaped leaves
reaching upward
toward the light
always expanding and
magnifying self.
Transfixed by nature’s beauty
I encountered peace
and oneness watching things grow
I admired the silvery moon
sometimes full, sometimes new
I watched it work at night
awestruck to see how it gave light
to brighten our dark streets
and how it beamed
so nocturnals could scavenge the night
In my curiosity
I looked for the man
who they said lived there.
Armed with such
the difference between
right and wrong
good and evil
that’s written in the GOOD book
and etched in stone
rules they told me to follow
and the Church says
in Latin have faith
and trust the Divine
a lesson
to prepare for my human
experience
On Becoming a beacon of light
for others to follow.
And when I rested
weary from play
I sowed dreams
in the realm of darkness
and around galaxies.
I starred in unfamiliar dimensions
with underground aliens
who knew my name.
Here In my dreams
I recognized my personal reality
I was connected with all things
and everything was miraculous
sunlight beamed brighter than bright
and I soared with butterflies
as they flew around and above me
the souls of my ancestors
perched with pride upon their wings
watching me grow
my reality is yet to come
as life unfolds in different stages
with different experiences.
I walked down the stage with moisture in my faces and a subtle smile on which everyone could rely. I held on to the uncompromising truth that could not be denied from my youth.
I still hold the pen that was placed in my hand and held it firmly with courage and dignity to walk over the land and a special cup that was given to me to drink from is still in that secured place in the cabinet. Some things never lose its composure even if it is not gold. Some people can see it from afar and if you are close, you could examined it with a magnifying glass.
The stage was packed around me and as far as my eyes could stretch, I could see hands waving in the thick crowd and the people were shouting and screaming out loud. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry but it was a fulfilling feeling that I could not deny.
I stopped and pause for a while as the moderator made the introduction. It wasn’t Oprah Winfrey, Bouncy, Tina Turner, Adel, Lady Gaga , Taylor Swift, Dolly Parton or Abba on stage, it was a simple woman wearing a simple pair of shoes, it was hard to comprehend how I have survived so long in the lion’s den. The miracle that got me out made the universe scream and shout.
They made the introduction and the voice of the roaring crowd thundered in the sky. It shook the birds from the trees and sends them flying back to the calm sea. I move from town to town with the vessel of love spilling on the ground. Here I was with the object of truth covering my face as we worked on the final round to complete this phase.
All the naysayers and soothsayer, don men and Hench men, flatfoot man, pimps and hustlers, religious dons and gangs are all gallivanting around the town holding up their faces to complete the final round, and as the burden of truth begins to sink in the devil, and his agent begin to sing a petrifying hymn, leading them all to the altar of truth.
I could see behind the curtains, pearls, gold and diamond, dangling in front of me and just across from there ruby and sapphire standing in Juxtaposition staring at the Swiss chocolates piling on top of the dish and the appetite of truth dripping water from their cracked lips.
The crowd went wild, the city came alive and everyone was in agreement with the new crown.
"The Forgotten Poets"
Saints and Sinners
all calling out for
forgiveness
and wanton recognition
de Sade like minds
libertine and revolutionary
Saints living out their penance
kiss the sharp lips of Sinners
Juxtapositions of souls
Sinners become divine
Saints become unhinged
more human, mortalised
willingly they are led
They Become
Love makes us
All Hallowed Souls
intrepid and invisible
crazed with courage
walking unseen through
the sanctified temples
of the lost and isolated,
The Forgotten Poets
Manifesting, we are mesmerized
We are actuaries counting lives
through the hidden words
and forsaken numbers
along the jagged lines
absent of what
is most deeply sought
ruthless has been the confiscation
to spend our ink on clean sheets
imprinting heat we brand our marks
beating in time and out of time
a tattoo on a body of work
that will eventually be stroked
souls are traded
we are all bought
by the vanity to be read and seen eternally
understood by the Unseen who gifts us
A moment
to cross the static mind
to draw a line between
Trust and the Lies
We are Sensate
tracing softly the streets
in a lover’s open palm
to slide a finger sensuously,
provocatively
towards the crossroad
of an unclothed and vulnerable
upturned wrist
feel the pulse tickled
in the moist hollows of somewhere
a whispered breath
along a neck kissed
Communing with cunning alchemy
manifesting what is not said
through broken hearts
and the tears of half open doorways
closing on pasts best forgotten
wrapping our thoughts like
warm legs around the burning
Divine
leading us into temptation
with
futures and promises
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Certain souls may seem harsh to others,
but it is just a way, beknownst only to them,
of caring and feeling more deeply.”
Marquis de Sade
"My passions,
concentrated on a single point,
resemble the rays of a sun
assembled by a magnifying glass:
they immediately set fire
to whatever object they find in their way"
Marquis de Sade
November 1 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Romans 11-12
Key Verse – Romans 11:2 God hath not cast away his people which he foreknew. Wot ye not what the scripture saith of Elias? how he maketh intercession to God against Israel…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY MIGHTY INTERCESSOR
Lord God, You are my mighty Intercessor
Who enables me in the Christian race
Thank You for Your gift of salvation grace
Along Your working patience-brace
Against stumbling block, snare and trap of sin-trace.
Lord God, You are my mighty Intercessor
Who enlightens me in worldly darkness
Thank You for Your illumination of vision’s clearness
Along Your magnifying lens of faith’s brightness
Against provoking fleshly alluring blurriness.
Lord God, You are my mighty Intercessor
Who grafts me into Your holiness-branches
Thank You for Your goodness leading to my fruit-bearing stretches
Along Your cutting severity discipline touches
Against boasting unbelief and conceit-crutches.
Lord God, You are my mighty Intercessor
Who delivers me from wiles of the ungodly
Thank You for Your covenant of the Gospel You show completely
Along Your counselling wisdom I obtain richly
Against threatening recompense of the unjust foolishly.
Lord God, You are my mighty Intercessor
Who beseeches me with Your tender mercy
Thank You for Your transformation of perfection's sufficiency
Along Your guiding sobriety that directs me toward commitment’s fervency
Against attacking slothfulness challenging my diligence-persistency.
Lord God, You are my mighty Intercessor
Who teaches me to cleave to Your compassion
Thank You for Your kindness bestowing me pardon’s peace-possession
Along Your sanctifying grant toward my effectual commission
Against cursing mockery belittling Your divine condescension.
Lord God, You are my mighty Intercessor
Who knows well my striving for earnest humility and honesty
Thank You for Your miracles for the fulfillment of my ministerial duty
Along Your assuring presence in doing stewardship-responsibility
Against frustrating failure caused by enemy’s hostility.
November 1, 2023
It has been sitting there for seventy long years, and nobody knew that it was there, it is just a simple tree erected in the backyard surround by an overgrown lawn, the owner is out of town and the ground keeper is nowhere to be found, the dog walkers walks the dogs every other day and the mailman stop by every day taking the same mail back and forth because there is no one to answer the door.
Tornadoes have come and gone and it has weather all the storm. How did it got there when the tree is parachuted into the air, the eagle must have brought it there and the more I think about it, the more my spirit fear.
The picture has a story to tell of how the soldiers overcame the living hell, the line on it is very fine and the texture originates from the divine.
There is something about it that raises my curiosity, if you place it underneath a magnifying glass it will take you back in time and teach you about the origin of mankind; the picture in the tree has something for you and me, you have got to take it down and you will know where destiny is bound.
They have been looking up at that tree for some time and didn’t know that a mind blowing object was sitting there, you have been running up and down looking for something that is not on the ground, those houses that were torn down a few months ago has several trees standing around and you have got to erect a tripod under it and use the telescope to penetrate.
You have got to measure the distance from the house to the tree and examine every root, branch and the radius above and beneath it. If I use my right hand to toss an object in the tree, the distance and time when it land is not the same if I toss the same object with my left hand.
Look at those symbolic lines and the gradient beneath them, the people and objects are different and it will give you the evidence of angels flying around in the heavens; it is right in front of you.
The picture in the tree look like trees, the picture in the tree is blowing with the breeze, come let me show you something, the picture in the trees is sweltering in the heat, it has the complete story and the key to solving the deadly mystery.
When whispers rise, 'Pray for me,'
From lips that claim no they have no belief, Don't let judgment cloud your sight.
Remember paths can diverge and bend,
There may be reasons that faith may have met its end.
A seed of doubt, a painful loss,
A question of why leaves me counting up all the cost.
Perhaps the atheism wears
A fragile mask, concealing what the care for,
A yearning for a hand to hold, Maybe even a story lift yet to be unrolled.
Don’t elevate yourself above,
By claiming faith, by claiming love,
If love's true nature cannot see,
The common ground of humanity.
We stumble, fall, and rise again,
We are all flawed, both women and men.
Do not think that a label isn't already tattooed on your hand.
So, respect the choice, the path they tread,
Respect the words they've bravely said.
For kindness holds a magnifying light that could shine eternally bright,
And pierces through the darkest night.
I used to scoff, I used to stare,
At pleas for prayer hanging in the air.
A puzzle formed within my mind,
A paradox I couldn’t find
The sense in. Why would they request
A comfort they professed no belief in.
It's troubled thought and logic that is strained,
A query long but the unanswered question still remains.
But this contemplation, seems to be answered inside of me
only wisdoms seem to stir so I will keep.
For even in the absence it shows,
A different belief has formed inside of me.
A reverence for life, for right,
Like a guiding star shooting across the night sky.
If we demand respect and grace,
For our beliefs, in this time and space,
Then should we not, in turn, extend,
The same regard, to faithless friends?
Respect to those who walk apart,
To silent ache within their heart.
For in the end, we will face the Almighty one,
We face the choices, no matter how great and small.
Who are we then, to cast the stone?
Each soul must reap what it has sown.