Long Miracles Poems
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Sphere of love
love as form stretches into visions everywhere,
when culminate to the love of formless sphere.
The world is the dreamers rainbow for sure,
miracles happen when you don’t need them anymore.
Space is born and may esteem to might,
Lovers have the honor to take that form to light.
Concealed in subtle desires and blind,
all reasons have a time and place to find.
Undeniable wondrous mind,
ageless images reawaken more or less as magic kind.
That formless space for all to face,
internal youth by itself to embrace.
How dare to venture,
when that space will enter.
Memories from similar spheres and circumstance,
threshold and doors of happenstance.
Created by generous nature to become aware,
divine synchronicity is taken care.
Patterns, changes with no name,
disguised, transformed and yet the same.
Timeless spheres explore the mysteries of evermore,
enchanted light shines through that door.
Luminous flame in dept of dreams,
that can divert all thoughts it seems.
The poet by the window is quiet amused,
observing eyes still confused.
Form, matter, time and place did join,
the love sanctuary as realm combine.
Embracing sphere no miracle at all to see,
when souls senses that sacred temper to be free.
The sensuous act is the muse of revelation,
when lights in melodic ecstasy are the sensation.
My younger self waits beneath the Mosikiri tree, barefoot,
pockets filled with Motsentsela and impossible dreams.
He smiles when he sees me,
until he notices how tired my eyes have learned to be.
"You made it," he says,
certain that the years have been kind.
I smile back,
the way broken things pretend they have never fallen.
He studies me
with the innocence only children possess.
"So...did we become the writer?"
"We did."
His face brightens like the first rain after a long drought.
"Then you must write every day."
"I don't."
The smile slips quietly from his face.
"Why?"
"Life happened."
He wrinkles his forehead, confused.
"I thought life was the reason we wanted to write."
I stay quiet!
"Do we still watch sunsets without checking the time?"
"No."
"Do we still jump in it rain?"
"No."
"Do we still believe people mean the promises they make?"
I take a long breath.
"Not always."
He lowers his head, drawing circles in the earth with his heel.
"You've learned so many things."
I nod.
"But you forgot so many too."
His words find every place my silence had been hiding.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out one grain of Motsentsela
"Remember this?"
I do.
It was treasure before money taught me its own definition of value.
He rolls it into my hand.
"You used to think the smallest things were miracles."
I close my fingers around it, afraid it might disappear
like everything else I failed to hold on to.
He looks at me
one last time.
"I don't mind that you grew older."
He pauses.
"I just wish you hadn't grown so far away from yourself."
"What if I want to find you again?" i ask
He smiles, the same smile that once believed
every tomorrow was a gift.
"You don't have to find me.
I'm still here.
I'm waiting every time
for you remember who you were
before the world told you who to become."
The God of eternity past and future
has revealed Himself in so many ways
He walked upon this place called earth
performing miracles as God all His days
In the present days, He's given His word
the holy scriptures tell God's perfect will
sending out His call to come to Him
leaving sin so in His presence be still
In His son, we see God fully
being pure kind holy so divine
Jesus Christ begotten of His Father
reveals the heart of God to shine
So God has shown all of his counsel
yet man continually rejects His word
apostle Paul says they suppress the truth
like long lost sheep part of their herd
Oh this so burdens my old heart
man is lost themselves they don't know
they obstinately will not at all believe
no matter what defiantly say no
Satan has this world in his grip
leading them down the road to ruin
all the while God appeals with grace
do they know what they are doing?
Love this alive
Colors my whole life
In hues of hope and faith
And the sweetness of a gentle grace
Love this alive
Inspires my heart
With assurance and peace
Wonders that never fade or forget
Love this alive
Awakens my soul’s insights
To light that is brilliant, so vibrant
Like stars that shine down from the night
Love this alive
Delights my spirit’s song
With compassion that sings along
To the miracles of rainfall and sunshine
Love this alive
Writes happiness on my heart
Igniting my feelings with creativity
Sending my life a sense of true beauty
Love this alive
Reminds me why I desire a fire
To light my dreams with faith and belief
That today may be the best day yet to be
Love this alive
Whispers a caress to my kindness
Prompting me to listen to my heart’s words
When it tells me that love holds the key to life
Love this alive
Frees me from pain and sorrow
Fills my heart with a sense of assurance
That this love living in me is the answer to every need
Love this alive
Reveals to me – God’s presence
Where I might not have seen Him
There He lives… in the Holy Spirit
“The presence of any humility in my life is purely and completely an evidence of God’s grace. From my perspective, I am not a humble man. I am a proud man pursuing humility by the grace of God.” – C. J. Mahaney
Blessings flow from the One
Who made the heart, the soul, the spirit,
Stirred the wonder in every thought,
The gentle breath of praises sent…
To God above, who saves each tear,
Offers mercy when we fear,
Remembers that we’re only human,
And, despite our doubts, reassures us.
Blessings stream down from above,
Soaked in warmth, peace and love,
Reminding us that He is always with us,
Sending grace and hope to defend us…
From the shadows of despair,
From the worries that dishearten our prayers,
From the darkness that is ever there,
Coloring our faith in shame and despair.
Blessings spring up from the rhythms
Of solace, kindness and everlasting light,
Fulfilling, inspiring, encouraging
Reminding us that our life is filled with wonders…
Miracles falling all around our spirits,
Descending, like angels who kiss away the hurt,
Gentling the trembling angst that cries,
These miracles of love – we cannot deny!
Blessings flow from the heart of heaven,
Preparing us for eternity with the gift
Love that abides throughout all time,
Love that is ours, because Jesus died…
But, in three days, came back to life,
To reveal a promise that love is alive,
Love will never die – love will always find
A way to shine its light, a way to offer souls…
Salvation from the darkest hell,
Salvation from defeat and doubt,
Salvation from the enemy’s plans,
Salvation – because God’s grace has won!
A beautiful new song to lift your hearts and souls. Blessings, love and light.
The sound of Angels
By Michelle Morris
19/10/2023
For all the ones we've lost, we lose a piece of us
For all the ones we mourn, our hearts break a little more
And in the darkness, when we sit outside in the garden
We can see the stars way up high
We know they're always there for us
We can hear that sweet lullaby
And it's the sound of Angels
And it's the sound of Light
And it's all the love we miss
It's in the dark and starry skies
And it's the sound of Heaven
Our loved ones crooning softly
Oh, it's the sound of giving
It's in the miracles we need often
For all the ones we miss, we carry a melancholy
For all the ones we hold dear, our hearts keep safe and sound
And in the sunrise, when we sit on a cool, sandy beach
We can see the faeries dance in the Light
We can see the dolphins dive in the waves
We can hear that sweet siren song - every single time
And it's the sound of Angels
And it's the sound of Light
And it's all the love we miss
It's in the morning dew and sunlight
And it's the sound of Heaven
Our loved ones, sweet and kindly
Oh, it's the sound of giving
It's in the miracles we need as a reminder
For all the ones we meet, we extend our lives a little
For all the ones we embrace, our hearts grow a little more
And in the daylight, when we sit outside in Nature
We can see the sun way up high
We know they're always there for us
We can hear our souls' deep sighing
And it's the sound of Angels
And it's the sound of delight
And it's all the love we enjoy
In every moment of our lives
And it's the sound of Heaven
Our loved ones are everywhere
Oh, it's the sound of giving
It's in the miracles we hold dear
And it's the sound of Angels
It surrounds our very souls
And it's in the love we feel
Emotions filled with joy
And it's the sound of Heaven
For everyone on Earth
Oh, it's the sound of goodness
In every baby's birth
© Michelle Morris, 2023
lShe carries a quiet bravery
beneath the soft rise of her breath—
a tender storm the world never sees,
a flame she shields from the wind of days.
In the hush between her heartbeats,
she gathers the pieces of her hope,
threading them like dawnlight
through the shadows of her doubts.
She does not roar her strength aloud—
it lives in smaller miracles:
the way she rises after falling,
the way she dreams despite the scars,
the way she walks into tomorrow
with trembling steps
that still
move forward.
And if the world ever pauses
long enough to listen,
it will hear the quiet truth of her—
that courage does not always shout;
sometimes it is the soft,
steadfast whisper
that refuses
to disappear.
Miracles of GrandMother Tree
begin with her purgative peaceful birth.
For at this time,
so long before her cycling rings of time began,
we see her original seed
and this seed's less original composting environment,
and within this brief timeless moment,
before her benign becoming,
these each appear to decompose
into each recomposing other,
beginning GrandMother Tree's long waging of peace-filling rings,
recording recycling time's historic four fractal seasons
of perennial reproduction
Once begun with consilient fertility,
GrandMother revolves through days and nights
relentlessly deepening creolizing root systems
of nonzero co-relational recreation.
For each new ring
another year of cooperative becoming.
Cooperative thrival,
and only as necessary
competitive survival,
or healthy becoming decays to loss of living
Yet even these degenerative transitions
are not equivalent to springing back to prior springs.
She cannot go home again
because she carries her original home
within her still small skeletal seeds
reincarnating past purgations and ministrations
All while extending further rooting down
ever richer deeper cooperative
health-seeking Win/Win system sensors.
And so, at last,
GrandMother Tree begins to fade from Yangish life
toward Yin-emptying death.
Whether fast, through uprooting hurricane,
or slow, through slowing drying aging defense/offense loss of balance,
her woody organs disintegrate
creating compost perfect for her dormant seeds
and, even more richly,
for seeds of her adult children,
now become intrinsic to
her richly interdependent forested environment.
Her forest floor
each spring
producing metamorphic regenerations
of seeds and benign environmental compost
remembering each Win/Win peace fulfilling communication
GrandMother Tree winds and water
reweaving nutrients of time
in economic co-invested
political co-empathic space
Ecosystem rooting for waging peace,
ever more robustly resilient
While waging defensive war
strenuously defeats dynamic balance,
waging Win/Win peace requires root systems
repeating GrandMother's dharma balance.
Sintered from the dust of dying stars
This vessel of mine was,
By hands that reached down
Through the veil above,
And together with one generous breath
Bestowed upon it
This uncanny spark—this soul—
That man so very hubristically
Dared to name so.
From the tenderest of age,
I felt a magnetic pull—
A silent tug upon my heart,
And upon that uncanny spark—
To cede way to the craving of the day,
To wield this vessel as I chose:
This great gift of free will—
To speak, and act, and squander it
As I so pleased.
And in so doing, unbeknownst
To my young heart—
Though surely not to He
Whose hands, within the gusty gale,
reach down through the starry veil—
This truly splendid vessel,
Sintered from the dust of dying stars,
Bestowed with this wondrous spark,
Echoed each day more...
From a hollowing dark,
Within its mined-out core.
I felt so weak
That first time on my knees—
My first admission of regret,
Fingers knit in sacred weave
Upon the edge of my tousled bed,
Still warm, still rich with the aroma
Of a woman whose name I hadn’t cared to ask.
Toward the leaden clouds I cast—
A weary sigh into the stormy sky.
If miracles are truly real,
They're surely cellared with great zeal,
And left to age like vintage wines,
Until the Heavenly Divine
Before the worthy sets them forth,
Conferred upon His fruitful crop,
Whose future hopes now shine on high,
Not hurled into the muddy slop
To bless the vile swine—like I.
I've watched my life pass by
Like a slideshow of selfishness.
This vessel defiled,
By rapturous chemicals,
This spark,
By the whims and wants of an imbecile.
On my knees, so many times, since that first regretful night.
As I am now, chin down, under the moonlight,
Here with no right, begging of his might—
A humbled man's intent, a stirring,
This cherished spark, with its God conferring.
‘if I could I would fetch you the moon a spoon …’
opalescent like a chakra’s rainbow
your lustrous promise kindled
a path to peace and stability
to the moon and the back of beyond
shining darkness
radiance emerging from shadows
archetypal togetherness forged from above
a pearlescent moonstone
bestowed on our marriage
guided by an expanse of time and space
crowned with infinity
and transcendental esprit
infused by mind body and soul
lunar crescents shone waned
and waxed once again
for better worse richer poorer
in insanity and restoration
to love and to cherish ...
founded on divine intervention
heavenly bliss interspersed
by carnage and despair
blessed by the gift of recovery
it took what seemed like eternity
to understand that
not moon spoon nor
what wants to be written in stone
can be taken for granted
a moonstone
represents more than
stardust to become
or a fanciful pebble
carved by the Universe
love thoroughly vanquishes obstacles
and has inscribed miracles
into our wonderful lives