Long Prayed Poems
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When trouble looms
We often turn inward
We’re grateful when others take us to medical appointments
Bring casseroles
Provide job leads
Our prayers may focus on asking for faith
And Strength for ourselves
Yet when Jesus knew His time had come
He prayed not only for Himself
But for all of us
That Eternal God would continue to hold on us tight
We would continue to embrace Him
It is a stunning act of faith
Considering how a change in our lives
May affect those we love
To remember to pray for them as well
Stepping outside ourselves
In time of Personal crisis
May be our ultimate sacrifice
Source of Inspiration:
"Allah is the light of the Heaven and the earth.
The similitude of His light is a niche, wherein
There is a lamp, the lamp is, as it were, a glittering star
Kindled from a blessed olive tree.
An olive, neither of the east, nor of the west
Whose oil would glow forth, although no fire touched it,
Light upon light , Allah guides whom he pleases.”
(The light : 24:35)
I remembered her in her last days
She was weak and fragile,
Yet, the overseas call used to capture her voice
Gentle and strong.
I never saw her missed her morning prayer
I never saw her not busy,
A busy mom, she was
With raising all of us.
I touched her hand in a gentle way
The hand that prayed for me many a time
I had so many words tightened in my chest
Suffocated to hear her voice , one more time.
Life, blessed life, feels nothing without her precious memory!
She wants me, she wants me not
in her eyes as far as a man
I'm the cream of the crop
her beauty is astounding
her voice makes me feel
like I'm drowning in passion
I feel the whiplash of her intimate kisses
she's everything I prayed for in a woman
she's exactly what I been missing
she makes me believe I been fishing
on the wrong side, in her eyes
she see's our future in mines
and she's so dedicated, so into me
we've already in love with each other
so the vision of our wedding day
bleeds thru our hearts vividly
she loves me, she hates me not
so I'm in love with her
staying by her side forever
Black smoke rose in the Godless distance
Every eye widening like the morning sun
In all directions, the orange fangs glistened
the emerald spires melting down one by one-
They silently prayed their way to the water's edge
a stone rosary in the rapids, to a strip of salvation
from the other side the leviathan silently slid in
faith became the same for saints and for madmen-
The flames were upon them just before dusk
the nightmares awaited them in the frenzy of time
the flock hopped into shadows just beneath the froth
the desperation of many is the bounty for a few-
The stars played sax to the rhythm of screams
as the rapids slowly turned to petals of crimson
vipers cackled at the scene from the banks of indecision
upon a rock isle they clustered 'round the death of a dream-
A Stitch in Time
My jeans are beautiful; patterned with grace.
They are signed by the stars, in every place.
The drawings embroidered for one and all to see,
Are entered in a craft contest, but is there only me?
Each stitch is placed-exactly so,
The colours fantastic, some seem to glow.
The contest was for originality,
With craft-work so beautiful I prayed it was me.
Twenty years they had taken from being a girl,
I embroidered every French knot split-stitch and curl.
With plain stitches and chain stitches, each exactly the right size,
I entered them hoping I would win the big prize.
I picked up the phone it was the judging day
“Hello you have won” is what they did say.
Your jeans are fantastic we want to keep and display
The work you have put in for this contest today.
My jeans took pride of place on the wall in the room.
My heat beat so loudly; I thought I would swoon.
My twenty years of sewing to keep myself sane,
Through surgery and physio, to help with the pain.
They had won me an accolade I’ll never forget,
My jeans hung and photographed, and it was just for a bet.
With so much that is invested and so much being on the line
Have you ever tested such theories to figure out who's lying
Even a party takes a week to get all the things planned out
But as I now sit here and speak there are so many in doubt
Vacations booked long in advance a date long set aside
But what if just by chance this was the day that you died
What plans have you made what savior have you picked
And to whom have you prayed, I hope you weren't tricked
You say how will I know who can be sure they are right
It's your emotion that will show when you finally see the light
Over 300 prophecies fulfilled too many miracles to mention
For our sins He was killed, for the Father sent His only Son
He said to love one another and forgive others trespasses
Treating each other as a brother as we're among masses
He said have a child like Heart and blessed are the meek
Jesus played the only part of the salvation that I speak
You do not enter by good deeds lest anyone should boast
He"ll fill all your needs but especially what you need most
The road is narrow and so very hard to see if you're blind
Just look for the sparrow and they're His love you will find
Captured by the nature vision, I made it my discission
to embark on a mission!
To feed the Adamic tribe, those the animals Our Father God has made. I was at my jobs parking lot. A place surrounded by many, many, many trees.
After clocking out, I was walking to my van. As I spied north within my parking stall. Standing straight ever tall--- a sparse rainbowed light black and brown tailed squirrel mildly thin. Standing he was like a question mark, standing like a general in the Army, Special Services...
His face was stern like a mother catching her child being bad in a mischievous act. About 100 feet away closer I walk. The little squirrel just would not run nor walk away. He literally just stayed standing, sitting still.
Approximately closer stilled closer 75, 50, 25, feet 3 feet. Still-Still He didn't move but yet he "LOOKS". Face to face I see in his eyes, yet he's soul less, he hungers, he's alive. I walk to the other side, to not too unravel, or make him run off.
He stands attentive
He stands waits
He stands as I push my electronic key to open my van door. By this time he slowly moves to the front drivers side of my van. Ever so slowly moves. I sit down after opening up my drivers side door.
Slowly I lower my driver side window, I reach down behind me to pick up a plastic container filled with unsalted nuts.---about a quart container
placed my hand inside. I through many, many, many nuts on the ground.
Little hungry squirrel kneel down in prayer mode as a dog he sniffed the ground, when he smell one (some) pick up with mouth, placed the nut in his paws (hands) prayed then nibbled away.
I guess now he's my friend and pet?
5/05/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2026
"This be a true story, I share and tell" A Real Set In---
Chelsea’s fantasy was to get raped
Buddy only felt sane when he was at war
Joe knew at some point he would get caught
Mary was whiter than the driven snow
Chelsea’s fantasy was getting stronger
Buddy just hated civilian life
Joe was stalking his next victim
Mary was in chapel confessing dark thoughts
Chelsea had made up her mind
Buddy walked the streets, anger building up inside him
Joe lay in the shadows
Mary couldn’t understand her dark thoughts, being so devout
Chelsea knew the time had come
Joe made his move
Buddy saw what was happening
Mary prayed on the cross
Chelsea felt the grip release
Joe pulled out a knife
Buddy disarmed him, knocking him down
Mary spoke to God begging forgiveness
Chelsea pulled out a gun and shot Buddy
Joe began to rise
Buddy slowly bled to death
Mary sat in the confessional box, confessing to murdering two men.
A time remembered from a different era
A warm and gentle memory
When families prayed and stayed together
And you were here by me
We walked holding hands by the river's edge
Alone and at peace with the earth
Conquering the universe on our own
Giving it all it was worth
We were moving mountains and changing the world
Standing strong for what we believed
It seems as though it were all in vain
We spent a lifetime being deceived
Could it be that we were better then
Surviving misbegotten ideals
Were we a force to be reckoned with
The secret that nature reveals
Maybe the world didn't need to be changed
Maybe it was best left alone
There were people who spoke of living their dreams
While we had dreams of our own
I guess in the name of progress we gain
But in the end there is so much lost
There once was an innocence in all that we did
Was the progression worth the cost?
The chapel stood with grace against the sky of blue,
in setting of lush grass and trees that framed it well.
Within those walls, dear Sisters prayed to God above;
with them, the spell of peace and faith engulfed my soul.
My years in Catholic grade school left me in awe
with feelings deep inside of being close to God;
advanced by gentleness of those who nurtured me
in classes where I learned and chapel where I prayed.
Though just a child, I somehow felt above my years,
transported to a realm outside of earthly ways.
So strong my love for God, I vowed someday I would
become a noble nun to live the life they chose.
I never felt as strong the meaning of true faith
as in those grade school days shared with those sacred nuns.
Such peace I felt within my heart during that time,
while praying openly when sense of God was near.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Faith
Sponsor: Nayda Evette Negron
Judged: 05/05/2016
~4th Place~
Contest: Prayer Time Memories
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 06/19/2015
Childhood memories of my years at Casa San Jose, elementary school at
Mount Saint Mary, Newburgh, NY