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-3/7/14 and 5/2/14-
The waves of the sea and the screeching of the seagulls
Mix together like coffee and cream
I feel like I’m livin’ a dream
I walk barefoot on the warm, warm sand
I don’t really understand
Why you lay a hand on me…
Is it because I’m as mournful as the sea
Or is it because I’m the waves that swivel and dive down in ecstasy?
I don’t quite understand
The reason I feel the city’s pressure and hardness
They are cemented in the abyss
Serene Shores…
Sails in silhouetted slumber
Serene Shores…
Falls into flamboyant floors
Serene Shores
Guides me gently, giving me grand advice –
“DREAM ON, DEAR CHILD!”
The sound of honking is heard unexpectedly… the sound emitting out of the car
It was so uncalled for! It was going way too far!
I feel like drifting away in a deep sleep, carelessly hitting the seafloor…but I’m wide awake instead
I would like to lie lifelessly and tranquilly…I ascend from the water’s surface in disappointment – where’s my head?
I can’t completely comprehend
Why I am more in tune with nature – it could mend
A shattered soul…
A torn, forlorn heart…
Like my own
Serene Shores…
Sails in silhouetted slumber
Serene Shores…
Flaps its fantastic wings, favoring the light of freedom!
Sadistic Shores
Pushes me forwardly persistently, poking at me pessimistically–
“WAKE UP TO REALITY, YOU MORON!”
I ponder about the future and its many mysteries
There are clues in the surface of the ocean
I’m too busy trying to pick them up as I go…I wonder about the meaning of the past memories
I squander my time, getting caught up in bittersweet emotion
The turning wheel of time
rotates the rhapsodic kaleidoscope,
and the patterns perform persistently
on the life’s mélange of motif.
The chameleon colors transform
the visage of mind’s topography
into ashes of burnt barrenness,
or to the verdance of emerald vale.
The diffused dreams on the drift,
float on the cascade of sight,
meandering on the mesmeric tapestry,
weaved with strands of ebullience,
replicating the wings of butterflies,
flittering on the ripples of spring air,
and before they all fly away,
form for me a fountain of fulfillment.
On my tortuous lonesome travel
across the greening wasteland in rains,
or along the glittering garden path,
lined with spring saplings bursting with colors,
the shutter of my mind opens,
the receptive film of sensuality
captures in the kaleidoscopic collage,
the sublime snapshots of beauty.
March 24, 2021
For A Brian Strand Libre Vers Contest
Love hurts
So strangely quiet where are you
Gone silently like the morning dew
Birds lament whistle your name
Sinister feeling part of the game
Need to find you my world in pain
Loneliness hurts its victim again and again
No hint of leaving no formal goodbye
You declared your love and so did I
Can it be that life was just simple then
Or our love recorded with a fictitious pen
My soul searches for answers so illusive
Persistent melancholy so persuasive
Disquieting thoughts my mind assail
I picture your face as if through a veil
Have you found another rejected me
Like a sinking ship in a boisterous sea
Like a celebrated poet persistently in rhyme
I hear your voice echoing through time
If you are committed elsewhere let it be
But please tell me now set my soul free
Life inexorably goes on or so the sages say
Don’t need a truer love to come my way
I’ve loved I’ve lost carry the scars and pain
Only discontent and haunting memories remain
In the silent garden where the spirit resides,
Grow shadows of ego, where true light hides.
Not soldiers in armor, nor cannons’ loud boom,
But whispers of self-importance fill the room.
They rise from within, a fog in the mind,
Leaving compassion and empathy behind.
The paths are neglected, the flowers don’t bloom,
As the ego-shadows cast a pervasive gloom.
The First Shadow, a monument, tall and grand,
Demands all attention throughout the whole land.
It speaks in the voice of “I am, and I know,”
Ignoring the wisdom that others can show.
Its roots are deep-seated in fear and in pride,
Pushing all kindness and humility aside.
It sees every challenge as a battle to win,
A solitary fortress, where no one gets in.
The Second Shadow, a mirror, polished and bright,
Reflects only the self in its limited light.
It measures its worth by the external gaze,
Lost in a labyrinth of self-centered haze.
It craves admiration, applause, and acclaim,
Feeding a hunger that whispers its name.
It twists every moment to serve its own need,
A garden choked over with a self-serving weed.
The Third Shadow, a mountain, unyielding and steep,
Holds onto its grievances, buried and deep.
It builds up defenses of judgment and blame,
Protecting an image, a delicate flame.
It sees the world through a lens of its own,
A seed of resentment, persistently sown.
It struggles for power, for control, and for might,
Lost in the darkness, avoiding the light.
These shadows entwining, a tangled-up vine,
Choking the growth of the truly divine.
They drain the life force, they wither and fade,
The potential for beauty, a vibrant parade.
They dance in the twilight, unseen and unheard,
Their power diminished by a single kind word.
But notice the sunbeam, a delicate gleam,
Piercing the darkness, a hopeful, soft stream.
For even the deepest of shadows can cease,
When the light of awareness brings solace and peace.
The garden can flourish, the ego can cease its reign,
And the self finds connection, again and again.
There will never be
A story told
That does not measure
Hope so old
As in this tree
With shading bow
As here I sit
In writing now
For in this ancient
Solid form
That buries deep
Under the norm
Of human treadmill
Feet that scurry
A wisdom lies
Below the flurry
Such gnarly skin
Yet seasoned clothes
A message tall
This tree bestows
For those with eyes
For those with ears
A whisper to dispel
Your fears
Carbon capture
Monolith
Prompts perfect style
For kin and kith
We learn our futures
Can be bright
If trust, we do
With such insight
Roots in earth
Yet highest height
Entwined in life
As nature’s rite
So let us grow
Persistently
Protecting, loving
A human tree
March 28 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 7-10
Key Verse – 1Samuel 7:3 And Samuel spake unto all the house of Israel, saying, If ye do return unto the LORD with all your hearts, [then] put away the strange gods and Ashtaroth from among you, and prepare your hearts unto the LORD, and serve him only: and he will deliver you out of the hand of the Philistines.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENABLES US
TO RETURN UNTO HIM WITH ALL OUR HEARTS
Praise be to God for enabling us to return unto Him with all our hearts as we:
Praise Him with salvation gladness
Put away strange gods
Pray with sincere goal
Pursue service graciousness
Persevere along stewardship governance
1Samuel 8:7 Praise be to the Lord Who
warns us not to reject Him by:
Turning away from His truth
Taking treats against His testimony
Teaching doctrines never trustworthy
Tarrying in the enemy’s territory
Trusting self during trials for triumph
1Samuel 9:27 Praise be to the Saviour for
showing us the Word of God with His:
Mighty strength powerfully
Majestic honour providentially
Merciful goodness persistently
Magnanimous grace profusely
Meaningful dealings purposefully
1Samuel 10:9 Praise be to the Almighty for
giving us another heart, divinely transformed to:
Seek His righteous approval
Serve Him readily and acceptably
Spread His redemption-assurance
Sacrifice to Him with respect and appreciation
Stay in His restoration of rejuvenating authority. Amen!
March 28, 2024
Call me a dreamer,
Maybe even a misfit believer
I guess sometimes my head gets to far in the clouded atmosphere
So far, to far...I think of things nobody might ever truly hear
I'm not exactly normal
Son of God reborn in flesh,
In America where the eagles gather to their nest
(Luke 17:37).
Long wavy hair just like they depicted, absent fear
Welcome to my teenage years
Welcome to one of the mansions, my very dorm
Got the scars to prove it,
And a scroll to stay beyond self proclaimed norms
Some might say I rode in on a white horse,
Right out of dream
Perhaps a fairy tale dimensional beam..
Hence" Walking statue dream"
My faults I think..
Are falling in love to easily
And persistently studying art constantly
Sometimes falling in hate with those that envy
Because I want you to see, I'm not your enemy
As I matured, I learned not to be so bitter,
(I was once I child starved of spiritual dinner)
Put aside what was done, to be a learner and liver
'il stop the world and melt with you'
" I made a pilgrimage to save this Human's race"
-modern English
As lightning strikes from east to west
So it is the love that beats within this Chest
I have the key
And unlock the best,
Il take the love and give you my rest
Because whenever I'm with you
I fall in bliss
I melt with you
July 15 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 7-9
Key Verse – Proverbs 9:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.
HEART THAT FEARS THE LORD WHO IS THE BEGINNING OF WISDOM
Our heart fears the Lord Who is the beginning of wisdom in our gratitude for Him worshipfully
By His glory that brightens us to exalt Him honourably
Midst our aim to please Him by faith acceptably
As He corrects us of bad motives through His Word peacefully.
Our heart fears the Lord Who is the beginning of wisdom in our praise to Him winsomely
By His truth that teaches us to seek Him firstly
Midst our desire to prioritize Him daily
As He guides us to learn from Him purposefully.
Our heart fears the Lord Who is the beginning of wisdom in our stewardship for Him worthily
By His holiness that purges us from sins completely
Midst our goal to live for Him righteously
As He transforms us toward Christ-likeness we beg for earnestly.
Our heart fears the Lord Who is the beginning of wisdom in our labour for Him willingly
By His command that directs us to sacrifice personally
Midst our church involvement dedicated to Him devotedly
As He accepts our work, offered to Him thankfully.
Our heart fears the Lord Who is the beginning of wisdom in our service for Him wholeheartedly
By His compassion that moves us to perform our vows sincerely
Midst our soulwinning endeavour for Him to bless graciously
As He empowers us in sharing the Gospel continually.
Our heart fears the Lord Who is the beginning of wisdom in our waiting for Him watchfully
By His vision that enlightens us to choose His will constantly
Midst our delight to stay close with Him blissfully
As He encloses us within His care ceaselessly.
Our heart fears the Lord Who is the beginning of wisdom in our prayer to Him wholly
By His assurance that moves us to call unto Him persistently
Midst our decision to continue in His ministry steadfastly
As He keeps us abiding in His presence triumphantly.
July 15, 2026
I remember clinging on to the naked branch,
which had been my home since the season of birth.
In my days of botanical glory,
flourishing and nourishing in nature
I would spread my vibrant wings of luscious green,
blooming alongside a canopy of compatriots,
shading the world from bright sunlight.
At night we would shimmer under moonlight,
sheltering sleeping nests weaved by 'expecting' birds.
When only baby feathers remained,
and as birdfeeders slowly emptied,
skies altered their aura in hues of grey,
one by one my 'fellow stems' started to fall.
Helpless I watched them decay under trampling feet,
each step sucking the life from them.
Rampant rain arrived soaking the veins of my life,
dripping tear drops upon the ground beneath me.
I wondered if the sun would return to show mercy,
hydrating my crumbling sallowish skin,
but in its goodbye,
I was left abandoned in the cold.
Wondering
is this my destiny?
A temporary existence -
why was I not formed in an evergreen shield?
Lost in thought, abruptly,
the winds began blowing stronger,
rain pelted more persistently -
my grip became weaker
so I let go screaming
I remember falling in slow motion,
being blown around,
twisting and twirling, up and down,
as my
'whole life flashed before me'
Car headlights flashing,
I was defenceless to my upcoming doom.
My end, a predictable fate of fragile vulnerability,
was near, as I prepared for my last sigh.
but before I took my last breath,
I fell upon a brown eyed,
giggling child's face,
tangling in her curly hair -
"Mummy, can I keep it."
she asked
as she placed me carefully in her schoolbag.
in between the pages of her diary..
The sun is playing games
Teasing for a minute or two
Between mountains swathed in gray clouds
Briefly shining on the wet pavement
Not long enough to warm the air
Like grasping for a dream, not quite reaching it
As the light fades again
The wind whistles stories in the trees
Making me think of many stories I have to tell
Some important enough to make a difference
When truth is told the sun shines in hearts
Not only in the sky to see
Sometimes resolution comes from taking risks
Persistently following a dream after it slips away
Knowing it is all about timing, faith, inner beliefs
The rest is only the trick of unpredictable diversion
Heidi Sands
5/7/17