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The Source of Love
Oh dear Lord as I come near
My praise and adoration you will hear.
I enter into your courts with praise
And hinder not my voice to raise.
You are the mighty omnipotent one,
Holy, righteous and compared to none
Omniscient, omnipresent, majestic King,
To you my offerings I do bring.
Creator of the universe,
In you I will my soul immerse.
To lift you high on eagle’s wings
Oh, most glorious King of Kings.
You sent your son to show us the way,
And to give us hope for that coming day.
When he shall return and the trumpets sound
Oh, what jubilee and joy shall abound.
Where Oh death is now thy sting?
Thy mercy Lord is a blessed thing.
When I consider all Thy ways,
I’ll rest in you for all my days.
Your love is like the setting sun.
So beautiful is our redeeming one.
Who paid the penalty for our sin.
And now allows us to enter in.
How wonderfully soothing is your grace.
It makes my heart continue pace.
And comforts all who know your love.
That glorious bliss from above.
You are full of loving kindness.
Gone forever that crippling blindness.
Indeed you’ve opened all our eyes,
Who’ve been rescued from our demise.
Oh what joy comes from salvation.
You have given to every tongue and nation.
We worship you with sweet oblation.
Your Word is truth and our sanctification.
Now our joy is entirely complete,
As we look forward to when we’ll meet.
Our triune God in heaven above,
Who alone is our source of love.
John Stasukevich
8/25/2011
Spread love at all times—but not in an obnoxious way.
Peddle light, be it a candle—a mirror of its depiction.
Reach into the darkness and lead a soul to the light.
Elixir of life is labor, and the busier one is the happier.
Agape love is majestic and resilient—it's your lifeblood.
Deal with apex bliss—bestow the joy of your choice.
Irreverence is sin; meekness is ethics—it breeds bliss.
Narcissism wilts the bones and oozes heretic despair.
God's grace is the influx of favor within our grasp.
Happiness is driven by exquisite words of hope.
Attitude, not skill, will shepherd your determination.
Positivity is like a rainbow—it never looks down.
Poise and calm define if we're linked to our divine.
Inspiring people to follow God's will bestows delight.
Newness of life and honor is granted to the upright.
Ease of life entails doing duty rather than whims.
Success is not a proviso for happiness; the inverse is.
Smiling is the daunting language of mercy.
Written: March 20, 2023
1st place contest winner
Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I am so proud to have my son growing up right next to me
Standing so tall and majestic for all the world to see
Raising him in a world with global warming is a lot more difficult today
Strong winds have caused him to lose a branch or two
His bravery and his survival instincts continue to shine through
I am so proud of him as he has allowed an eagle to use him to make his nest
I told him to establish strong roots and Mother Nature will look after the rest
Christmas is always an interesting time of the year
Some of us will be chosen by humans who want to decorate us to spread good cheer
To the squirrels who scurry up our trunks almost every day
Or that pesky little woodpecker that seems to wake us up every morning without delay
We are honored to have you join us as our guests
Feel free to throw down a blanket and have a picnic beside us
All we ask of you is that you please pick up your mess
I'm amazed at the sun
Shining brightly on high
I'm amazed at the flowers
The bright butterflies
I'm amazed at the mornings
With the coo of the dove
I'm amazed at the charm
And the power of love
It transcends all the beauty
This world has to give
It's what makes us all whole
A reason to live
To bask in the warmth
Of that feeling divine
A feeling unrivalled
Of true love undying
All the great poets
From Shelley to Keats
Have tried to describe it
How it makes us complete
What a terribly sad place
This earth would be
Without someone special
To share what we see
I'm amazed at the mountains
Majestic and tall
I'm amazed at the love
That we share most of all
© Jack Ellison 2012
Beaming sculpture whittled by awning clouds over blue sea
Ethereal beauty tinged in brown, green and yellow shea
Aerial bliss, flaunting on leaves-sunkissed
Under and over my wings, I breathe your scented mist
Talons I sprawl, your branches I grip
Yonder sanctuary, your soothing shield I trip
Amongst beauties of nature, your heights majestic
Narwhals of blue seas, unicorns of Atlantic
Dying depths of roots underlying masses so cryptic
Marshes of hidden paradise, your abode of beauty
Attached is madness of ethnic humanity
Desecrating pristine ages of dreamt forest
Nesting on mantels, burning unrest
Eaves of succulent leaves, carved barks and branches
Streaming on saps and man's cold blood
Sweet and sour blend of beauty and madness
I'm in the mood for Mozart, or Strauss, perhaps Beethoven,
Even Bach or Handel would soothe this soul of mine tonight;
A little Chopin with wine, peaceful and mesmerizing the sound,
Majestic and serene, spiritual and sensual, magical, haunting.
Always changing, sometimes fast, chaotic and then restful,
It echoes in my head as I listen to the sweet flowing rhythms;
I just close my eyes and relax, letting the stress just dissolve,
Sometimes I listen to the Gregorian Chant with it's melodic notes.
Time stands still and the music embraces me and I am away,
Calming and exhilarating, mysterious and comfortable to me;
This music takes me to a mountain stream or a lush green forest,
I just flow with the instruments on a lovely journey all by myself.
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October 7, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Classical Music
Copyright Protected, ID 15-715-448-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, No 110 Standard,(2018)
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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Written for the contest, Favorite Music Types,(2015)
sponsor, Nadya Negron,
First Place
Endearing Much?
Dear child,
You are amazing in God’s eyes
You are wild and mild
God is a forgiving God
Dear child,
You are precious in God’s eyes
You are calm and cute
God loves you and I
God is endearing and encouraging
God is endurance and grace-engaging
Tribulations try to draw near, near
I will not shed a tear...I will not fear
No more sorrow and pain
For the rest of our lives
That’s a promise from Him
There’s so much love in store
There will be no more shame
What are you waiting for?
Life is not always a silly, little game
Play with me your poetry
Play with me your dancing
Play with me your lime green eyes
That shimmer with no hint of lies
Truth is...God is so miraculous
He is courageous and incredulous
Endearing much?
I think so
Endearing much?
I believe so
Endearing much?
His glow will grow, grow
As long as you let it show
You know?
Dear, beloved God...
You’re with me even when I want to weep
You’re with me even when I’m in the deep
Please...forgive me?
For the many sins I’ve done
Please...free me - it’s my only plea
I welcome the sun
With open arms
Merciful and majestic
Marvelous and epic
That’s what God is
He is happiness..
He is peaceableness
He is baptism of bliss
Spirituality is surreal
I can feel like it’s no big deal
But it is a big deal
Because God is healing to all
God will catch us when we fall
Fellowship faithfully and fervently
Fearless as ever...don’t say whatever...
All I ask is to be glad wholeheartedly
Humility and believer...I am as high as a feather
?? I will get better...
That’s what matters to me the most
...I will get better ??
I’m dyslexic as dreams along the coast
Fix me
Belong...
I was purely
In the Wrong...
Understanding...
His wisdom makes me feel like standing
Outstanding...
His grace has made it so amazing...amazing...
Open up the door
I don’t want to feel for you anymore
I have been eaten up to the core
What am I waiting for? What am I longing for?
Dear child,
Hope is nearby
Dear child,
Remember me...
Remember me...
Dedicated to a poem I wrote with Laura Breidenthal called ”Guilt Overflows”
His eyes were opened in the night,
a revelation in a dream.
He was taken to a place,
of beauty yet unseen.
There were angels singing, a majestic choir,
worshiping God, their glorious king.
And people were laying down their hearts,
in a praise filled offering.
And there was music, sweet sweet music,
like never heard before.
And people dancing like in spirit,
he felt love and peace and wanted more.
He knew he had found his home,
this was where he was meant to be.
He wondered what he must do,
to make it all reality.
Then he was led to an entrance,
it's gates sprung open wide.
He passed through and saw a path,
a trail to the other side.
Bright light shined along this path,
surrounded by the darkest night.
Evil reached from the darkness,
but those on the path were safe in the light.
And there was blood all along the trail,
and on those who traveled there.
But they were not wounded, it was not their blood,
he wondered then from where.
In the distance he saw a cross,
and from his heart there he was led.
Blood flowed down upon him there,
and in tears of sorrow and joy he said.
"My God, My God you led me here,
to this place of all my sin.
Forgive me Father, for what I've done,
for I've given them all to Him.
It's His blood now covers me,
for my transgressions he has died.
My heart now belongs to Him,
take me Father to His side."
An inner peace came over him,
a change from deep within.
He sought the truth and what was right,
and was conscious of his sin.
Glory shined from cross to path,
lighting up the trail,
where truth was heard, through his word,
and righteousness did prevail.
This was the way of the redeemed.
Led by Gods Spirit and grace enough,
to carry him to that glorious place
of inner peace and endless love.
The place from where his dream began,
the place he knew was home.
There he laid down his heart
at the foot of his Savior's throne.
I looked at you in tender love -
A tender shoot rising up from the ground,
Your new leaves radiant in the morning sun,
Freshly washed by the raindrops around.
A Banyan doesn't grow in a day, they say -
Challenging Mother Earth to give it her all
To raise this colossus of the forest green
That, for aeons to come, shall be standing tall.
A veritable king holding forests together
With majestic roots - above and below the ground,
The mighty trunk - nurturing and shelterimg
Every life-form all around.
I look at you again in over-awed silence -
Envisioning the great future that has begun!
The tremendous potential of that tender shoot
Its new leaves radiant in the morning sun.
Lost in the desert
Laying down on the red hot sand
In the wide wilderness
Desperately hoping for a drop of water
To quench my thirst
I see from afar on the horizon
What looks like a river, an ocean
Maybe a mirage,
Nevertheless I want to walk closer
And make sure it’s not an optical illusion
I gather all the strength I have left in me
And start walking in this arid land of silence
Towards what seems to be an oasis
Imploring God to send me a savior
For He is the only one that can rescue me
In this hostile environment
Oh sweet savior I’ve lost my way,
but I know I will find you
I can feel your presence
And that hope keep me moving forward
The wind is whistling and the sand blowing
All over up blurring my sight
Yet I can perceive your silhouette
Through the sand storm.
I can smell your perfume
On the dunes, between the palm trees
Mixed with the sweet smell of hot sand
At midnight when the sun will be resting
Let’s meet under the majestic palm tree
Where the desert meet the ocean
We will be alone and together
The moon’s shimmery reflections,
And the stars bright light
Will be our decor.
They will witness the Fusion
Of the Namib desert and the Atlantic ocean
The revival of the dry and cracked land
For In the desert my heart and my dreams
became dry.
In the stillness of the night,
The twinkling of the stars
The sound of the Nightingales
A love story is being written
So let’s kiss under the moonlight
For, in your arms the future is promised.