Long Partaking Poems
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Sunday morning the church is alive,
Pews are wiped clean,
Windows are shining bright of stained glass of Our Saviors life.
Candles are lit as to welcome GODS children, sinners amongst us yet He loves us no different.
The young old, babies grandmas, brothers sisters all are lined up as to greet a Christian funny humbled young man with a smile and a firm handshake.
To welcome my children into HIS church, say hello, good morning welcome, simple wide yet to bring a smile to HIS flock, puts a smile in their face, entering into GODS HOLY place of worship to pray. Jerry will surely bring you into a sacred time of sacrificing your prayers up to the Lord.
The Lord’s Prayer we speak together as one, as our Heavenly Father taught his apostles years ago, if for one moment holding hands as he community in thus small town.
We kneel to give homage to HIS body & Blood, we are partaking in HIS HOLY sacrifice for us simple small town folks who yearn for unconditional love, “AMEN” .
Mass has ended go in peace”. May He lead us in this week ahead, to share his gospel with those we love..
Legend has it, that in the land of Bedelay,
there resides a tribe of Elder, Wood Fey.
Faerie keepers of the Elder trees,
who ride upon the whispering breeze.
The Elder or the Sambucus,
has bred many magical instruments.
Its blackened berries, keep you well;
but red ones sound a true death knell.
And the magic of an elder harp,
played at dusk, just before dark;
can lull you into deepest sleep,
as dreams into your head, doth creep.
Elder Mother, she will share,
her secrets with those, napping there.
Beware though, make offering unto her tree,
Before partaking, and she’ll bless thee.
The Wood Fey, guard Elder Mother well;
disrespect her and you’re under a spell.
You could easily become an Elder Tree;
if you don’t believe, dare and you’ll see.
Never cross, Elder Mother, the Wood Fey
or any other being, in their vicinity.
Otherwise, an Elder tree,
she’ll make of thee!
Going not into graphic detail
Of what the scriptures entail
For each meditation
Upon its delineation
An inscrutable mystery
A fathomless trajectory
Meant for that one spiritual explorer alone
Words mere symbols not etched in stone
It is the subtle essence
Of the divine fragrance
Imbibed in stillness & silence
Assimilated in trusting innocence
That holds value
As we continue
Our quest
With thoughts at rest
Drawing inspiration from offered contemplation
Of songs adepts sing of their prayerful meditation
Their affirmation a validation
An aid to rest thought agitation
For the unceasing pulse of the divine love vibration
Merely requires that we tune in in quiet resonation
The rediscovery
Must be sedentary
For it is the mind body rested rediscovery and recognition
Of the pristinity of our innate ever present blissful orientation
Power & presence of bliss we wield
Our beauty veiled by the ego shield
A game of illusion among the shadows
Which we inexplicably choose to follow
The abyss of delusion into which we have leapt
Undoubtedly a tragedy of unspeakable depth
We may yet awake at this very moment and instance
Surrendering to the divine flow devoid of resistance
As we stretch & yawn
And move on
The pathless path of childlike innocence
Partaking & releasing illusions with nonchalance
Seeking not to make permanent the impermanent
Ensconced in the blissful divine flow ever present
Rediscovering
A becoming
Of blissfulness
In restful stillness
...I remember when it was SOMETHING.
A Lesson OR Blessing, actually BOTH.
Is blood thicker than water? Not if bad blood has formed. Was it always tainted, beneath the naked eye of a surface picture painted?
Life's moments are so fleeting...
I can't imagine partaking in unnourishing concepts and allow for the mere sake of repeating. Wouldn't that be defeating???
There's nothing can be gained, once all
GOOD energy has been drained! It can't be "returned or renamed" Retrospectively, concepts can't sustain "ideals" electively.
No fairy dust. No holiday or every blue moon so called trust...sadly there's rust.
I choose to blow it away with breath & depth protected inlay; can't allow nothing to delay, deter, "stir" my peace, for a piece of me...my heart, that part, that is my Core and Soul OFF LIMITS.
It wasn't Always like that, but Splat...
when remembering, I GAVE and thoughtfully.
Release to allow Peace.
Something had to Cease...
Now, I Am SAVED.
SELF-LOVE INCREASED!
©Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 12, 2023#
Soaked in Grace
By Mark D. Stucky
When partaking of communion,
“intinction” is the practice
of dipping the bit of bread
into a common cup.
The bottom of the bread
becomes soaked in wine,
and the bread and wine,
entwined, without separation,
are consumed together as one.
We’re usually unaware,
but God’s grace surrounds us.
No separation exists
between us and grace.
God soaks our lives in grace
and asks us to partake.
(First published in Earth & Altar, 23 Feb. 2023. See also my poems “God Around the Corner” and “Soul Fingerprints.”)
(Image by Debby Hudson on Unsplash.com.)
As I close my dry, weary reddish eyes,
the daydreams of whence I was not alone
pour forth in an enchanting kaleidoscope
with vast imagery and electrified emotions.
Some the brightest yellow and gold, others
a tawny, deep dark bluish black. But, they're
mine; no one can take them away from me.
A new excursion into old memories begins.
You are to be pitied more than I...perhaps.
I soar above all your innumerable miseries,
partaking within the nature of an angel; for
you've said, my place is not in your sphere.
You have the earth; I have boundless space.
You, enchained below, by a thousand bonds
of your gross, materialistic, in-genuine cruxes.
You attend your religious mass when convenient;
find time to pray only when you want something.
You cannot depart and plunge into a limpid sea
nor travel through the vastness of time and space.
Lost on your arid shores, my mind drinks deep
as I drown in the desert choking on your soul.
The springtime season is a delight.
Flowers are in full bloom everywhere,
Being one with nature feels so right.
Scents of lilacs and roses fill the air
Majestic pines are given a new coat,
Mama bear gives cub love and care.
Worker bees work hard to keep afloat
Up above an eagle soars high in the sky,
Basking in nature is such a high note.
Partaking in nature is pleasing to the eye.
The golden orb's rays are nice and warm,
Next, I notice a young deer as he jets by.
Butterflies gather nectar, with much charm,
As I sit under a canopy of peach trees,
I dose off a small robin was my alarm.
Marveling at nature brings me to my knees.
The springtime season is a delight,
As I sit under a canopy of peach trees.
Being one with nature feels so right.
04/14/2022
20.9
“Where is distraction, concentration,
knowledge or delusion?
Where is joy or sorrow?
I am Stillness”
Verse revisited on 29-December-2022
Let’s keep this verse simple
By resting thought forms nimble
Just as we look at any other object
The thought will arise, subside, eject
There being no identity doership
No games of one-upmanship
Awareness self-aware renews
Pulse of aliveness in myriad hues
In an aspect of embrace and release
Holding not onto the involuntary sneeze
Vaporised soul presence ever blissful
Beholds play of dream life beautiful
Transcending sensory joy and pain
Mind-body cleansed from stain
Enabled by rapture of divine bliss
The here and now being all there is
Partaking of soma nectar bliss potion
Celebrating life as a splash in the ocean
One with That oneness, time too yields
To the omnipotent power God wields
And so transformed as living light
Heightened is our soul’s delight
We dance as such and yet are still
Having surrendered fully to God’s will
In timeless time becoming the bliss flame
We’re That that may be assigned no name
5/17/22
Always they scheme
And obsess over memes
Opportunity is there and then it melts like ice cream
I haven't been getting closer to my dreams
Crossed many streams
Climbed a mountain top so I could scream
As well as let off steam
Then I went to the extreme
In order to overthrow those that claim to be
The ones that reign supreme
These days it's all the same to me
Obsessed with those on a throne
Time has shown
People often drone
Being the first to throw a stone
Yet only made of flesh, blood and bone
Let it be known
Worldwide, not just in a peculiar zone
It's the lamest
They remain fixed
Still on the same
F*** all y'all racists and rapists
Soon an acid rain hits
Never will be able to tame this
You do or don't get the main gist
Highly dangerous
One of the strangest
A life rife with torment and anguish
Find out if it's true
Finish you
While barehanded or with chemical agents
So that you vanquish
It's honestly
Just another cacophony
Stepping cautiously
Something is off to me
Often the subject is touchy
Why must we
Constantly dispute across the country
I got my hands bloody
Dug deep getting muddy
Lost several buddies
Continued to study
Very far from happy-go-lucky
Always in my own world, like it's just me
Sometimes it turned funky
Then nutty
And ugly
Once in a while I ate Barramundi
Nearly every day I traveled a road that was bumpy
Remained in a coventry
With animals as my only company
Including bumblebees
Suddenly
It all changed by those partaking in gluttony
Caught up on always pulling strings and puppetry
A cycle of redundancy
It's Christmas time again:
Carols are playing,
towns decorating,
and then parading,
showing their Christmas cheer.
It's Christmas time again:
Time for tree trimming,
with colored lights twinkling,
and hot cocoa drinking,
as excitement fills the air.
It's Christmas time again:
Cookies are baking,
family, friends partaking,
sweet scents invading,
every square inch of home.
It's Christmas time again:
Shoppers are bustling,
store workers hustling,
gift paper rustling,
as perfect gifts are found.
It's Christmas time again:
Children are wishing,
and Christmas listing,
hoping Santa's listening,
as they wait for Christmas day.
It's Christmas time again:
Time for receiving and giving,
joyously living,
each day with thanksgiving,
as we celebrate anew.