Long Psalm Poems
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Written: September 08, 2023
Sunsets Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
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In September golden day, so glorious and beamy,
As twilight stains the sky, a cynosure so dreamy.
Dusk abides, effulgent hues ignite the land,
And felicity abounds as we bask in daylight's sleek hand.
Penumbra kisses the horizon, casting a mellifluous spell,
Fugacious twinkles, as erstwhile avian dwell.
A demesne of pastures, comely and calm,
Where halcyon trees sway to the riparian psalm.
Harbingers of sunset, sunburnt and diaphanous,
Serenade the land with their soothing lullaby chorus.
Vesper whispers skid, such an elixir so tall,
Glamour and silence embrace, as the trees do enthrall.
In this bucolic scene, dulcet and radiant,
The purple hues paint a landscape so vibrant.
Slumber approaches, as the red heat fades
Epiphany dawns, a dramatic parade.
The horizon ablaze with refulgent light,
Lurid flames of passion, inflamed and bright.
Beaming through the breeze, the sundown delight,
A spectacular event, incandescence ignites the night.
As the gloaming swings to night, a symphony unfolds,
A dance of shades and emotions, stories yet untold.
In the afterglow, the world retreats,
To a striking melody, where each note meets.
Splendiferous sunset, resplendent and grand,
The nighttime sky bestirs, a resounding band.
Evenfall descends, with its dark flame,
A splendid display, a sight to acclaim.
The striking hues, such a painting divine,
Illuminate the darkness, with a radiant shine.
The nighttime sky, a tapestry of wonder and delight,
A symphony of colors, painting the night.
The evenfall whispers a tale so sweet,
As the moon rises, the night's heartbeat.
A symphony of silence, embraced by the dark,
A peaceful retreat, where dreams embark.
Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord.
Praise ye the Lord. Psalm 150:6
Wrens, praying, huddling together
Unfolding their quiet dramas,
Listening to the songs coloring each dream,
Blessing away the shadows,
With joy that breathes sweetest relief,
A sweetness that comes from seeing
Past the sorrows, glimpsing
Wonders that only come to those who can see
His love is alive and He’s living inside,
Where the truth cannot hide - He is light
He is fire, He is the wonderful that will never expire.
Gentlest moon, hesitating
Glowing softly in a star kissed sky,
Inviting the music – a song, a new life
Leaving joy with each tear, singing grace
Through every note, each light, every year
He reminds me why I am alive, why I survived
When the storm tried to torment with
Suffering, anguish, troubling as a plague
Unseen, but crying, mourning,
Erasing the music that comes to those who believe
He is who He says He is, despite the grief,
Despite the darkest grief.
Cardinals in scarlet cloaks,
Feast on the worms who rise up,
From soaked earth, where time has born
Reminders that dread is never worn
On the backs of souls who have sworn
To see through their fears,
To silence their tears,
To listen – through the years…
Wherever I go, I hope God will know
My plan is to always believe
Despite those times when I grieve,
To hear His instructions, His scriptures,
His loving voice, silencing the darkness,
Inspiring my heart to hear
What is meant for only my ear,
The sea of sincerity, the soothing,
The soul who’ll forever cling to Him,
Believing, agreeing, seeing…
He holds the whole meaning
To my life’s being, my breathing
He is the reason I can know
My very heart, my very soul
Are meant to pray and praise –
I’m meant to worship Him all my days,
In every way, through all I say –
I’ll forever pray that I find a way
To show Him this love that never fades,
This love that was birthed by His embrace,
This love that stirs hope and faith,
Assurance that He is my heart’s greatest grace!
Tell Me -Who Do You Say That I Am?
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Word
First voice to enlighten creation’s realms
Word of prophet’s words from mystic mystery runes
Prophecy and proverb wearing vision
Flow from pure agape
Living Psalm
A to Z – song composed – never a chord that stumbles -
The perfect chaste circle drawn in round circumference
Architect of straight lines with no wobbles -
Unbroken circumcised covenant – designer of my soul
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Anointed Mighty
Unreachable star embraced
Crafter of restoration for rebellion thrashing
Defies disabled limbs with steps of faith
Transfiguration of blackness to see the eternal face
Opens ears to hear thunder’s glory
Dines with astonished tree dwellers
Full measure of mercy’s undisturbed pulse
Knows each of my words before they breathe
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Righteousness
Metamorphosis of nativity
Bottomless paradigm of favor
Wheat and grape in synchronicity
Holds back the hand that flings the stone
Raises up cowering shame
Eyes of perfect sight plan perfection’s gift for each heart
Pristine living covenant
My enigma’s answer – my conundrum’s solution
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Eternal
Valentine of paradise
Eden’s immaculate reforestation
Vine of the endless unblemished harvest
Anointed eternity with us
Wholeness of a holy rainbow
Gold - no need to be refined
Face of forever consolation
My first breath in every season’s restoration
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
You are I AM.
4-27-21
Contest: Tell Me. Who Do You Say I Am?
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
I read a psalm** today, ** Psalm 46
and it was so refreshing,
Yes, to my wearied spirit,
it truly was a blessing.
It spoke of how I need not fear,
no matter what befalls me,
Because my God is always near,
and in His love He calls me.
His are the streams that make me glad,
And I know I shall not be moved,
Yes, every time that I've been sad,
His love for me He has proved.
"Be still, and know that I am God",
He ever calls out to me,
Your earthly path I've also trod,
Put all of your trust in Me.
You'll not be disappointed,
who bring your needs to Me,
for your God is ever faithful,
Just come to Me and see.
Exalt Me as your Savior,
And come to Me in prayer,
I'm always watching o'er you,
And I always will be there.
I read a psalm today,
And it was so refreshing,
Yes, to my wearied spirit,
It truly was a blessing.
Drizzling webs, wanderer’s shelter
Asylum to the nocturnal,
Warring, nomadic spirits, rambling
On gossamer threads, strands so silken
Trembling with soundless lessons….
Sprinkling buds, costly shadows
Silhouettes of bruised flowers, eclipsed,
By the plethora of rain, flowing,
Gentle like the voice of mourning sun,
Pledging to erase the silence of stardust moon…
Showering oaks, walnuts and pine trees
In affectionate kisses, wet like a river,
Risking each tender glance,
Graceful as the Sunday morning hymns,
More psalm than proverb, so still and cool…
Raining droplets of liquid faith, prayers
Prayed by souls who listen,
To the descent of yesterday’s praises,
Whispering through the mist,
Blessing each heart with flavors of melting kisses.
My dishwasher is mine; It serves me well.
It makes glassware beam high with prisms of delight: forks sing praises minus grit between their prongs.
It combats the scorched blues: its low bass humming swirls like a river enroute to calm and cleanse.
Though, I am overburdened by platters and grime piled high, I will not be stressed out: My appliance rocks; it leaves no trace of last night's culinary disaster.
It restores impeccable order to the platters that seat our daily bread: it partakes of salt and rinse aid; its rejuvenation.
Surely, there will always be a place for its sleekness in my abode: and my polished nails will take it for granted always.
Every day is a gift from God
in His providence, He has a plan
for in His love, He seeks us out
making sure we'll not be also-rans
This is God who made all that's made
from before eternity, God has always been
He's set His heart on lost mankind
showing His love on this was very keen
God calls His people to repentance
even willing to help them find this
in His power to turn from their sin
mighty love proves never to miss
Jesus came down with a purpose
showing sacrificial love upon a cross
dying for sinners who He loved
shedding His blood at His cost
God has shown His love so perfect
shown by Jesus love at Calvary
His steadfast love endures forever
this dear divine love will never sever
(Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
for his steadfast love endures forever!
Psalm 118: 1)
Let’s seek God’s wisdom coming from His Word!
That’s His knowledge established by immutable record…
…Which strengthens our faith along His divine sword
As we gain from His prudence to persevere by truth’s ford.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom exalting His name!
That’s His glory magnified midst heavenly fame…
…Which upholds our salvation upon His assurance-frame
As we testify about His greatness while sharing Gospel’s flame.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom asserting His holiness!
That’s His perfection affirmed through sanctifying righteousness…
…Which corrects our attitudes by His merciful forgiveness
As we profit from His reproofs and learn discipline’s effectiveness.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom commending His compassion!
That’s His goodness exercised by loving action…
…Which transforms our personalities according to His patient instruction
As we thank His kindness midst redemption’s satisfaction.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom declaring His majesty!
That’s His power beautified around eternal sovereignty…
…Which humbles our minds to submit to His omnipotent authority
As we trust His guidance, acknowledging His security’s certainty.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom granting His blessing!
That’s His provision stored along timely promising…
…Which gladdens our hearts in revival-rejoicing
As we abide in His presence, worshipping; His name praising.
Let’s seek God’s wisdom honouring His leadership!
That’s His kingdom-work set upon offered partnership…
…Which enables our dedication to bear fruits in faithful workmanship
As we labour in His vineyard, serving thru stewardship’s relationship.
*Psalm 111:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.
June 10, 2019
“For he shatters the doors of bronze and cuts in two the bars of iron.” — Psalm 107:16
The foundry's quiet as a catacomb as I open up doors alone,
the furnace quiet in the back, molding cars still on their tracks.
Products of our previous toil, blood sweat, tears, and maybe oil.
Walking through a habit learned, do not touch lest one get burned.
Footsteps echo on the grates; I pass behind the tank of hate.
The lake of fire all contained, bound by steel and God's domain.
The water runs both day and night, keeping hell inside its shell,
for if the raging beast escapes, the iron bends. And the concrete breaks.
Stifling heat caress my lungs, within the path of grit,
it takes my breath and begs my soul—submit.
As I make my way into the yard, stumble on some steely shards,
skids and forklifts standing by; they look at me and ask me why?
The heavy doors announce a groan, the peace of man who walks alone.
The lights ignite the blackened pits, of auto cast and rust and grit.
And in the back, the beast awaits, the men of iron beyond the gates.
Delight - a high degree of gratification or pleasure
If the Lord D E L I G H T S
in a man’s way, he makes
his steps firm;
though he stumble,
he will not fall,
for the Lord upholds him
with his hand.
Psalm 37:23-24 NIV
The Lord has me pondering on this word delight. It has popped up in too many numerous ways to be ignored. God can delight in us and we can likewise delight in Him. When our eyes are fixed on Him, when we have a heart after him, the way King David did, God delights in us. He may frown on our sin, but he can still delight in us when our meditation and habits are grounded in Him. He called out David when He had an adulterous affair and positioned Bathsheba’s husband on the front line of war, for certain death. God didn’t ignore David’s sin. But as David grieved his sin, he had his eyes fixed on God.
Don’t give the devil more attention, but none. The Lord will remove the stinger after the bee has stung. So much can be accomplished with your eyes on the King of kings. Nothing on this earth will do. And if death comes, your deliverance is nigh.
We can delight in God as we read scripture, pray, seek God’s will, when all our senses are alert. Poets especially experience the inner and outer sensations of life. When God is our center, we delight in Him. We will
fall but God will hold us up. How delightful that God and man can both
delight in one another. No movie or rock star, nor any human on this earth can compare to the Creator Himself. Let us delight in our Savior.