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Stillness feels deep here in these halls;
Silent vistas offer relief;
Death brings sure sleep at curtain call;
Cold agendas in grief's sad brief.
Long passageways and rows and rows;
Lonely sailings to unknown shores;
The dead don't say what yonder grows;
We the living wish we knew more.
Our visit here to greet the dead,
To pray for souls to rest in peace;
Let kinship steer fate's sure parade;
We feel the hold, the dead at ease.
Each niche a tale of life now flown;
Each face once walked this earthly plain;
Now silence trails lost bygone moans;
Now stillness talks where no voice gains.
Memorial day for our lost kin;
A prayer fond, a mindset still;
Whispers now stay for peace within;
Stroll by this lawn, mourning hearts feel.
With soul and heart, talk to the dead;
We know they hear our inner voice;
Life circle parts beyond all dread;
Cycles endear sound grace and poise.
Brief tablets speak where words now fail;
Deeply attuned with wise intent,
Each mounts a peak beyond the veil:
Feel hint and tune frame lost content.
As shadows fall in the last light,
We take a stroll here first and last;
Live sweet and gall with new-found sight;
Life's on a roll in feast or fast.
The dead remind that life goes on;
The grim reaper awaits each soul;
Discern the find here and beyond;
Soon each sleeper will circle whole.
Sunlight now fails, winds of change blow;
Horizons pale, lost of sure breath;
Death's icy gale fills each hollow;
And thus soul sails to greet kind death!
Here by this route where hallways meet,
All thoughts and deeds return to rest;
Death is time-out for two-way street;
Each cycle seeds soul journey quest.
We take our time to simply dwell,
Observe and know time here is brief;
Heed love's fond chimes to live life well;
Then candle blows with joy not grief.
Now once again, we carry on
To weather all, to live our best
With poise laid plain, feel once upon
A time that call to feel love's quest.
Our prayers laid, our kinship made,
We take our leave in heartfelt calm;
Feel love repaid in succinct trade;
Forsake this grief with cheery psalm.
Leon Enriquez
28 Mar 2014
Singapore
(Dedication: For my late mother on her birthday
anniversary, born 28 March 1927.)
I just love the taste of the
Salt in your sea
I love to swim
In the waters of your eyes
I love the salt in your sea
When I see you,
My wishes melt in your sea,
I am complete and I wish no more
I would love to own you
To take that piece that makes you proud,
You have taken mine
I feel the doors of higher heaven open,
I feel your honey cut through me,
Pushing and shoving,
I feel all my prayers answered,
And I lose control
When I taste the salt in your sea.
You've given me the sense
To enjoy all of my senses,
In the salt in your sea.
I just love the taste of the
Salt in your sea
I love to swim
In the waters of your eyes
What's more to life then life it's self. The times of moving forward can be hard when you separate yourself from the norm, the moment's and hours it took you to become you, the old habits of ways Slip's into the darkness as a new light starts to form right in front of you. We carve for something new, a journey to a adventure we only dreamed we lived, I wasn't in the right state of mind but it always comes back sooner or later. Why must we push away the people that's behind us, Is it for pleasure or pain? Cross ways with something that means the most to you, love is deep, feelings are real, and words are the most damage that kills the soul. We are more then this, explorers, we love to explore, adventure off into the world. Something we haven't seen before. Take me where I want to be, their voices has been heard for miles and still no Peace. Careless thoughts, there's no room to walk away, just to give it all up. So many are poisoned, the heart love, love will love again, you are the missing piece to the puzzle that I am. Love will love again. Don't cry when I die life wasn't never promised to me; dear life, you are a crazy one, we all wish to live out our dreams. Tears, rivers of tears around the world, what's tied up in happiness doesn't last long, prayers praying they last forever, smile's that cover up the pain, successful, popular, shattered dreams. Friends of love become enemies, and there's nothing in life that last forever.
What's been shared in time can never be forgotten, and what comes and goes will always be a lesson learned. If I die today I will always be with you, heart, mind, memories that won't fade or go until your last breath in this world. Lean into fear with action, today your are stronger then ever before.
What's more then life then life it's self? Love can overcome, love pushes the will to forgive, love to love, love will live again.
Only sound, early in the morn is the keyboard
The quiet opens my brain and body
To the awareness to all that it can afford
Any sound like the ringing in my ears that embodies
My every waking thought and is irritating
It would be nice if it would just go away.
Nature, cooking, listening to music keeps it from grating
Sometimes I wish it would leave forever and stay
Life, though, is not always that easy
Wishes most of the time don't get answered
Problems mostly are not solved breezy
And wishes go unanswered.
God knows, hears our prayers and He always answers
Sometimes it is with a yes, sometimes a no, sometimes maybe and sometimes it is wait
If you can work, or go to school.
You will be allowed to. If not
how can you discover a non
spam or get rich scheme.
Promising to solve all of your
financial problems. "You can
earn $10,00 working from home."
I hung up my cell phone two
times.
Mary C. and I wanted to call
our mutual friend, Starshadow.
Who has self quarantined. But
on three occasions the robot
interrupted my personal my
Cricket cell phone. Because I
did not respond. They promised
to call me back within 42 or 48
hours. I will vote by disconnecting
the scam call.
Success at last! I was able to
call her and Mary dropped
off the sack lunch. Courtesy
of a Seventh Day Adventist
Church. Using the Central
Lutheran church's property.
The people did not know if
they would be back there
two weeks from last Sunday.
My friend Mary C and I will
not be attending any more
community meals in the
cities of Everett and Snohomish.
King and Snohomish Counties
are two of the most impacted
counties in the Evergreen State
of Washington.
Since all of the parks have been
shut down in Snohomish County
Washington. And mayor Cassie
Franklin has ordered Everett under
a lock down. President Donald
Trump is calling out the National
Guard for the State of Washington.
The State of Colorado has dispatched
300 doctors, nurses. and medical
assistants to the State of Washington.
And they have already arrived,
and are working.
The States of California, New York,
and I believe Illinois will also
have National Guards present
in their states as well.
Stay at home, stay safe.
Say your prayers, read your
Bibles and home devotionals
Attend your church's on-line
services if possible.
Air out your dwelling places,
if at all possible.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 12, 2020
Grace flows from His dewdrop dreams
Whispers of mercy soothing my senses
Gentle caresses of honesty and truth
Inspiring me to listen to the intimacy
Growing within me, tender spirituality
Faith breaths a sigh of creativity through me
Embracing my heart with joyful possibilities
Brilliant insights into my heart’s center
Murmuring second chances to begin again
Awakening passions that praise the Creator
Anticipation pours through my bloodstream
Stimulating desires for the muse of adoration
Feelings of devotion to the One who knows me
Honoring the precious answer to all my prayers
Worship sighs out a blessing from heavenly realms
Precious answers are unfolding within my grasp
Echoing specifics for everlasting peace that lasts
Combining with wisdom and strength sent to heal
Capturing the sweet hues of crimson beliefs within
Restoring relationships that may have been strained
Gripping thirst for the water of life which blesses us
Resonating kindness from the mystery of God’s love
Reflecting truth that stirs feelings of hope and faith
Teaching the heart to cope with loss and betrayal
With revelations of what will be – joy, hope and peace
Love that has no conditions and lives eternally, forever!
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July 4th, 2020
It's pretty late, isn't it?
The day's done, Midnight draws near
You mischievously glance at me
I carry you away to our room
Along the way, I think
Of all the last four years have given me
Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Warheads all rusting in peace
Four years ago, I was still so innocent
Fresh eyes, clear mind
Chasing some distant dream
Through a lush, lovely forest
And in a massive clearing, I found the dream
And took her in my arms
She ripped herself away before I could blink
And dragged me down into her suicidal spiral
It took months to escape
To pull us both out
My eyes became jaded
And her innocence was given to another
Latching onto a beam of light
I clung to another
Treating her emotions like a toy
And feeling that I was making her stronger
I became addicted to her quickly
I lived to repent my sins
And repent I did
As I became the toy to her
And in that time, I headed west
Trying to ease the pain of loss
Dragging yet another soul down
And running when it became too much
I've yet to apologize for that
Maybe it goes without saying
But if it doesn't
I send my prayers and sorrow to her skies
And as I walked upon the plateau
Where nothing but weeds grew
I found a single flower
Weakly blooming under the dust
That flower would change my life
And alone I sat on that plateau
Blooming alongside it
Blooming alongside you
And as time passed
The plateau began teeming with flowers
As my life and yours
Became increasingly intertwined
My sorrows melted away
Every loose end that caused me strife
I went back to tie up
And close another chapter of my life
My thoughts come to a halt as I look upon you
Your body under mine, our heartbeats in sync
I take you in my arms and press my lips to yours
Here atop this flower plateau
The space is smaller
than what was measured by memory,
the stained glass windows much less
vibrant compared to what glowed
brightly in the light of back then.
The pews have been worn down
to bare wood by sliding bums
and where arms have rested
or fidgeted in prayer. I genuflect,
prompted by some remnant of habit,
out of a sense of respect,
then take a seat.
Peeling paint sheets the walls
not in wear, but in neglect. In places
an amber sheen coats where candle
smoke has left a nicotine like stain
after decades of petitions.
I wonder how many were fulfilled.
The brass candle rack has a two
stubs that sit like the last
remaining teeth in empty gums.
The white marble altar that once
seemed to soar to a height scraping
the very hem of heaven now could be
scaled by a modest ladder.
Six years old,
I stood before it in terror. Hidden away
within its chambers behind golden doors
there was a God who could send me
to hell. I had nowhere to hide.
Surely, no God would want
to be here now in such a place.
Everything in this building speaks
of an absence, a sad vacancy
that was once filled with a weighted
presence whether real or imagined.
There are no flowers to sweeten the air
or whispered prayers
from a visiting soul to sanctify the quiet.
And yet there are relics here,
echoes that bypass the ear,
shadows that seem to reach up
out of the silence like extended hands
pulling at my mind. I am not sure
whether it is the clutch
of the drowning wanting to be saved
or the other way around.
The sun went down on yesterday.
When evil had it's horrid way.
A new day dawn's around the world.
As a bloody flag has been unfurled.
Somehow our joy is not the same.
A little dimmer burns the flame.
We carry on and do our part.
But we're reminded with a shadowed heart.
Jesus said there would be trouble.
That no one lives inside a bubble.
But how many lesson's must be taught?
To learn that action is not a thought.
As we go on and live our lives.
And simple pleasure still survives
As we are left to now restart.
The past is cast in our shadowed heart.
Prayers, peace and hope for Paris and this world. Amen
To Royal Prince George and Royal Princess Charlotte
How to save a Royal etiquette explainable when loyal rumination is not?
In a supplicating interlocking prayer
I witnessed so many times , simplicity
Ode to divinity.
After all those are left, one by one
after asking me, "What we may do, for a room-u?"
I remained silent, as God speaks in hands, often.
We, muslims, supplicate with concave hands, and through yearning
Once the interlocking prayers are accepted we all will go "Home"
Even beyond homeland security
MFA class in PM time, that often in competition with God
Godsay and God say are in "issueroom" for a "room-u" reason.
To troubleshoot you need an origin, method and mannerism that piled up, through all these years, as cumulous clouds clutter and declutter, in a poem, "The stranger", or a magnum "The stranger,"
If I see them ever again, back in my life
I will ask a policeman to have a wishful sleep
so that the acro climbs up the royal Tajweed
The Boldest and True.
And so on...
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