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God’s grace* melts pain with mercy glow
As compassion vanquishes woe
Instilling hope to conquer strain
With mercy glow, God’s grace melts pain.
God’s grace prevails midst kindness’ scope
To conquer strain instilling hope
Showcasing care, it never fails
Midst kindness’ scope God’s grace prevails.
God’s grace abounds, such we must share
It never fails, showcasing care
That flows with zest as faith resounds
Such we must share God’s grace abounds.
God’s grace highlights love at its best
As faith resounds that flows with zest
While prayer mirth soars for great heights
Love at its best God’s grace highlights.
*Ephesians 1:6–8 To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved. In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace; Wherein he hath abounded toward us in all wisdom and prudence.
July 30, 2025
2nd place, "The Double Swap" Quatrain Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 8/6/2025
Little Prayer Lyrics by JT Curtis original written for Craig Cornishs' Contest
Where is my life’s glow
Where do my tears flow
Where does the love go, I send to you
Does it just lie there or does it reach you
And somehow teach you how I miss you
I know you hear me
I know you see me
I know you are free, but now I'm blue
Can you come get me
And take me with you,
We’ll be together, floating in air
It’s just my little prayer
If you believe me then please receive me
Reach out your hand and I’ll be there
I can’t stop trying, there’s no denying
How much I care
I know you hear me
I know you see me
I know you are free, but now I'm blue
Can you come get me
And take me with you,
We’ll be together, floating in air
It’s just my little prayer
instrumental
chorus
If you believe me then please receive me
Reach out your hand and I’ll be there
I can’t stop trying, there’s no denying
I hope you will share----- in this my little prayer
Eavesdropping
A virtuous individual is difficult to find, remarked my grandmother. On that day, I witnessed tears in her eyes as she anxiously placed the monthly tithe in an envelope and departed for church. This event occurred before her prolonged argument with my grandfather. It seemed she was distraught with him.
That very day, I discovered that my revered grandfather was involved in an affair with Estelline Beckley. "Ellie, you are the only woman for me," stated my grandfather. However, my grandmother did not accept this and subsequently slammed the door in his face.
I recall feeling frightened and bewildered by this familial conflict, prompting me to hide under the table and pray for the cessation of their altercation.
For several weeks, my grandmother devoted herself to prayer, while my grandfather consistently burned her cookware while boiling water and making coffee.
My grandmother confided to the neighbors that such temptresses could lead a man astray. This statement puzzled me until years later when I met my mother's half-sister, who bore a striking resemblance to my mother, yet embodied my grandfather's demeanor and expressions.
Thus, eavesdropping unveiled the intricacies of family affairs.
Once faithless;
hopelessly trapped
in isolating darkness, I began
searching for God,
and he came to me
in prayer.
He whispers to me...
"Do not be afraid; take my hand"...
Lost with no way to turn,
I sought refuge in the Lord.
He led me
out of the darkness
and bathed me
with his resplendent light.
He took my despair
and gave me hope.
After regaining
my spiritual balance;
my faith in him,
restored and stronger than ever...
Never again will it waver.
Now I believe there's a power
greater than myself.
After God's gift
of salvation, I'll never
stray from him...
again.
~ I Am So Thankful To God ~
(Rhyming Couplet)
I am so thankful to God for everything
For all the breaks and all that for me sing
I am so thankful for the sunrise every morn
And for all the beauty of every sunset that's born
I am so thankful to God for all the love I can feel
And for providing me with a family and what's real
I am so thankful for everyday that we're together and that we live
And for teaching me in His Holy Word how to love pray and all to forgive
I'm so thankful for all the loved ones who are far and by my side
And for His Holy Book that is in life my only true spiritual guide
I am so thankful to God for all, all the present future and the past
And for all His Unconditional Love that for all eternity will surely last
I'm so thankful to God for all His forgiveness and all His caring
And for standing by me with all His blessings through anything
As I make it thru this life the best I can all through everything
I'm so thankful to God for all His Salvation and for all His blessings.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
December.20.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
-What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?
Matthew 16:26 (NIV)
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
“we continue to play the game of hurt and revenge
until suffused with love by forgiveness we transcend”
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Slipping into a lucid dream sequence,
I found myself by a child accosted
narrating trauma of lost innocence,
unable by prayer be placated,
revenge sought for being violated.
I took the child into future lifetimes,
wherein hatred melted in love sublime,
unconditional forgiveness the way
to exit fully karmic wheel of time,
becoming a bliss mist, ceasing to sway.
The child then departed, thus fully healed
but the pedophile who was there froze still,
for he too needed to joy and love feel,
choosing to be reshaped on the anvil,
surrendering being to divine will.
Surreal was the dream, true and lifelike,
wisdom download, being that Gods love spike
must be imbibed fully to heal all wounds,
percolating deep into our psyche,
consciousness then free, no longer earthbound.
11-December-2020
A close neighbor is better than a distant relative.
This is excellent advice,
For God has commanded us to love our neighbors.
In the simple rhythm of each day,
When help is near and hearts are kind,
A neighbor’s hand can lift a soul
More surely than a far-off tie.
A close neighbor is better than a distant relative,
For distance often dims the care,
While nearby doors stay open wide
To share a meal, a word, a prayer.
Which is an excellent advice,
A truth that shines in daily life—
To greet the one who lives beside
With open arms and gentle eyes.
Since we were commanded to love our neighbors,
Let love begin right where we stand.
Not only blood, but every friend
Who walks the path within our land.
For in this love, we follow Him
Who taught the Good Samaritan’s way.
A close neighbor becomes true family
When faith and kindness light the day.
The Ivory Tusk Carry Me Home
On an island in my mind,
waves of despair roll in and out.
It never ceases.
An albatross plays the piano,
my last song and dance.
It's sad.
Even the filthy rats cry.
I muse,
I develop a rapport
with my pallbearers.
I jest
my clown pursuit of life.
And say.
Carry me to a rat hole,
I really do cry.
I can see the reincarnation
among the rats,
their bitter eyes
matching mine.
Yet it would be
a step up from this life.
If only people knew
like who would really care?
My mind's eye sharp.
Mom and Dad knew
they gave me this apple,
this apple
filled with malignancy.
It grew orchards in my mind.
Contempt.
"You were a mistake
my young child."
They were a mistake,
my fist tightening,
hitting the wall
of wanton
predispositions,
repeatedly.
Their flame,
my ashes.
Their flame,
my ashes,
my pet phrase,
an unleashed dog
barking uncontrollably
in my mind.
It won't be long now,
I shrug.
So do the rats.
The rats will be marching in,
hurrah, hurrah.
Yes, I smile a tear.
Is it the piano man,
or is it an albatross
playing
my funeral hymn?
Tears of sadness in his eyes,
I would like to think.
I write the final days,
to journal,
on this island
in my mind.
My words,
like flares shot
high up in the sky,
summoning,
summoning
for help.
But no one sees.
No one comes to rescues me.
I gather a prayer,
Dear family
thanks for nothing.
I wander
the last few breaths.
I find my bed of albatrosses,
and sink low for the last time
as the music sends me away.
connie pachecho
6/11/17
Note-I was inspired to write this piece after reading the entries to Craig
Cornish's current contest-God Knows Where I Am.
What do you do
when there’s nowhere left to walk,
and the air feels used,
and every morning is just
yesterday in cleaner clothes?
You sit still.
You watch the walls breathe.
You forget what day it is,
and it doesn’t matter.
Immortality teaches you how to disappear.
Not all at once,
but piece by piece.
You start with names.
Then faces.
Then the sound of someone saying your name
like it meant something.
It all falls off you
like dead skin.
But it itches when it leaves.
And the roots,
oh, the roots stay.
Buried in the back of your eyes.
In your jaw.
In the way you flinch
at songs you once loved.
There’s nothing brave
about not dying.
Just a thirst that doesn’t sleep.
A weight in your chest
that isn’t grief,
but something colder.
Like the memory of a war
you never fought
but still lost.
Immortality is not a miracle.
It’s a room with no exits
and no clocks.
It’s silence
that echoes.
You don’t become wise.
You just get tired
in new languages.
You watch the people you loved
turn into names you avoid.
You hold on,
but the world forgets to hold back.
Even the stars
don’t recognize you anymore.
And in the end,
you’re not a hero.
You’re not even a person.
Just some dust with a good memory,
still walking,
still hoping someone
will ask if you’re okay.
You touch things,
trees, stones,
old fences nobody paints anymore,
and you pretend
they remember you.
You write your name in frost,
then watch it melt
before you finish the last letter.
Yes, you’ll remain.
When the cities are bones,
when the rivers forget how to flow,
when even the wind
gives up on moving.
You’ll still be here.
But what’s the use of staying
when everyone else
learned how to leave?
So you build a room in your mind.
You hang shadows on the walls
like old coats.
You feed your memories lies.
You say:
This is a blessing.
You whisper:
Maybe forever isn’t punishment.
You lie like it’s prayer.
And maybe that’s the only god left.
The one that keeps you company
when even your shadow
starts to go.
I met a girl
I met a girl who once was me who wandered far from Christ
I met a girl who once was me who didn't have time to pray.
I met a girl who once was me who didn't have time for anyone else.
I met a girl who once was me she was so busy doing everything else except to whisper a prayer or praise.
Yes, I met a girl who once was me who tried to get the best of everything in life.
I met a girl who once was me, she was distressed and full of self.
I met a girl who once was me who reminded me of myself.
Yes, I met a girl who once was me and we came face to face one day.
I met a girl who once was me, and she was so empty inside.
I met a girl who once was me and I could not leave her in the same place.
Yes, I met a girl who once was me and was able to point her to the Savior's grace.
I met a girl who once was me now we are standing side by side save and standing in Christ.