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A poor, wayfaring man of grief, has shared his truth with me,
For he has walked the winding road of life's great mystery,
Behold, the man, the truth at last, is ready to be shared,
His message is for one and all, his banquet is prepared.
The happiness, that people seek, is not a faster pace,
Our emptiness, may reach a peak, without a plaster face,
The truth is not a new belief, or some mythology,
A poor, wayfaring man of grief, is very real to me.
Yet happiness, is common, in a craven sort of clash,
The natural man, rejects the plan, but not the petty cash,
And those who build a fortune, are the breed of our success,
For those who need a portion, have to bleed for happiness.
For happiness is how we care, a sacrifice for good,
A sumptuous feast that we prepare, by living as we should,
A by-product of our success, in what we say and do,
A blessing in the way we bless, our friends and neighbors too.
But by-products are not the aim, the purpose that we share,
Fulfillment is the greater good, the reason that we care,
If money is the welcome mat, a portal people seek,
Then happiness is growing fat, a flavor of the week.
So here we are, and here it is, the purpose of a man,
And happiness, though good for us, is still an also-ran,
The purpose of humanity, collectively, I know,
Is feed the soul with kindness and with love to make it grow.
For this reward of loving, is the quality of joy,
And joy is the fulfillment of the gifts that we employ,
Happiness is fleeting but our joy goes on and on,
Like morning dew is fading, but the green is on the lawn.
A poor, wayfaring man of grief, has taught these truths to me,
The sun and moon and stars above are less than even He,
I know him for the one he is by how he makes me feel,
For even when I slip and fall I know his love is real.
Encompassed in solitude was I when we met,
then you began tracing my barren silhouette.
You said, “sweetheart, don’t you ever fret”,
and gave me an adoring life I shan’t ever forget.
For when mounts crumble it’s you I hold near,
YES MY LOVE, before you that solitude I did fear.
You rush chills down my aching spine with ease.
I sense your touch in the crisp Autumn breeze.
When we touch you bring me to my knees,
and you touch my nape…tickle a tiny tease.
Before time existed, you were meant to be mine,
YES MY LOVE, you rush chills down my aching spine.
You reach a peak in me no one else ever could,
and by my side through storms you have stood.
I honestly never thought anyone else ever would
try to comprehend this woman so misunderstood.
So to you I give one kiss and close my weary eyes,
YES MY LOVE, you reach a peak to heaven’s skies.
You envelope me in God’s perpetual loving bliss.
Make my heart resound in lyrics of hope’s abyss.
If I said one thing to you it would be just this,
I love you more than life, don’t ever go amiss.
For I cannot live without you forever and a day,
YES MY LOVE, in God’s perpetual bliss is where we lay.
Before you that solitude I did fear,
and now angel choirs my soul does hear.
You rush chills down my aching spine,
I’m so grateful that you are really mine.
You reach a peak to heaven’s skies,
take off my veil, release my disguise.
In God’s perpetual bliss is where we lay,
YES MY LOVE, I adore you...is all I can say.
Date: October 2, 2018
Words from my head appear on a page
Just like a beast released from its cage
The sentence becomes the thoughts from inside of my head
As all of the signals are turning from green to red.
The thoughts start to flow I wonder which sentence is next
It becomes much more than just a second guess
A cold wind is blowing, my mind starts to freeze
The sentence can bring the world down to its knees.
I think of the sentences that people say
Their lack of focus is what it displays
I think you need caution in the words that you chose
There’s nothing to gain, yet so much to lose.
I see the sentence much like the sea
Revealing the rhythms inside of me
They reach a peak only to subside
Below the surface the intentions will hide.
The sentence also becomes something that seals my fate
Seconds become hours and then it feels too late
The sentence shall become the consequence you paid
I find myself wanting to leave, yet I have just stayed.
A sentence is merely words in a row,
The seeds that you plant will be what you sow
As the thought start to blossom and then continue to grow
This is the time when all the intentions will show.
.
I guess we should take the time and believe what we say
Or the words become homeless with nowhere to stay
The words that come out can affect all we see
The words that we choose determine just who we will be.
PINNACLE
With a piggyback of hopes and dreams, I set forth to reach a peak.
Along bed of roses, rocks and tall sharp weeds, I harvested golden grains of progress. The days and nights rang a wake-up kiss on my head. They told me: "Move on, move on...Don't ever give up..."
There are rainy days on the way. A rain shower teased my climb halting me for awhile. Some so strong, I faltered - gained some wounds. Some directly stabbed my heart. And somehow, sometimes they even knocked my very soul. Although tough thunder tremors shook me, I fought hard to stand still continuing my climb.
Each height I step onto, I came to know moon and stars. Some of them began a war with me. Some of them a veil of fraud. But blessing, most have shed a continuing guiding light. Some hugged me. And wanted me to stay but some pushed and pressured me until I am all like a dripping sponge.
The potpourri situations brought me: a ladder closer to our God. His faithfulness and unfailing love a durable adhesive to my persistence and dreams.
A rainbow after each rain drew a promise of sun-kissed days. They melted the cold lonely years away. They permitted me a walk and run to heavenly meadows. Finally, I reached the pinnacle where grins a forever familiar tale.
(c) Olive Eloisa
2:07pm
October 01. 2012
Lithesome steps lead me to an ancient
temple
Perched across a bay, weeds and
hyacinths curl between my feet,
Where mist refills bowl of cotton clouds
As rustling breeze ascends on skyline's ladder.
In stillness, I lounge on the pew to whisper unsaid psalmic devotions
for a world which aches for calmer
retreat--
That I reach a peak where the mind
becomes absent--
Then I hear them , a medley of peals
Lifting me higher in regulated tempo from gong
rhythms,
A music swelling in warm temperance Until warm kiln of light and radiant
fireflies stir my kundalini.
On this treasured moment, a sentient
energy
Cleanses my beingness from past sins -- mortal and venial-
That I listen to the clang of my inner child's soft echoes entering my veins:
Somewhere in blank spaces, bells swing of
innocent laughter...a treble,
a clap
bringing me to the kindness of youth,
And my body stays quiet, welcoming this rite of
passage on days when the spirit calls for an
interlude's break...a meditative
connection with
the self--
without the need to speak.
quiet times while lost in deep syes,imagination
forces me to wonder off with waves of an ocean.
will I ever see you again? never thought the stories
we read together would come to "the end" even though chapters
are as long as years , I've lost you within the blink of
a moment.
where do I go from here when trust is now excluded
from the mathematical equation?
I once gave you my sacrifices. I once gave you my heart
and then I once believed you was the woman for all along
that I was waiting.
moving on feels like moving mountains.
for you I was willing to reach a peak but with her,
ice caps always became a waters fountain.
LISTEN TO PAUL'S PLEA
"I will pay it back, not to mention that you owe me your very self." Philemon 19
What do I owe,
So many are in line.
My country first,
Or neighbors who are mine?
Perhaps my family only,
Deserves my debt.
Maybe friends do not matter,
My mind will not be set.
An obligation is a virtue,
Or perhaps it is a vice.
It tasks the soul to answer,
A solution would be nice.
Man owes more than service,
His fortune and his gold.
To the God who gave him life,
He owes his very soul.
We are under solemn promise,
To those whom we love.
We are brought together,
By Our Father up above.
We gather debt in life,
For the many things we seek.
Not required for well being,
Our wants never reach a peak.
We then owe more,
Than we can repay.
Stress and trials in our life,
Until another day.
If obligations must control,
Our life every day.
Let it be to our God,
Get on our knees and pray.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
thank you Robert Hinshaw for the encouragement.
I swim through a dream
in a sluggish swirling world
that seems to precede
all there is in my waking hours,
and where only the whirling
memory of your trusting face
seems to somehow see me
through the slow motion
of aimless, random flux
of the unknown, the unknowable,
and my own scream seems
throughout to reach a peak,
echoing as a fearful falsetto,
fading off as a muted panic.
Morning sunbeam the tinge
of yellow daisies awakens
the cold window pane, yet
I still recall that in the darkest
sanctum of a jet-black night,
hysterically I struggled to break
through an unbreakable,
invisible membrane
of a suffocating bubble
in a most terrifying nightmare,
but I woke up at the soft touch
of a tender hand on my face,
yes, your whisper, and now,
the warmth of your embrace !
Did you soften the rocks under our feet?
Create a breeze to lessen the heat?
To help us reach a peak way up in the sky.
Did you want your mother nearby?
Did you drop a white feather to show you were near?
Loving stories told of your life - did you hear?
We followed your mother's courageous tracks
Could we carry the weight of her grief on our backs?
Did you pull us all up to see what you see?
A world so open, where spirits fly free
At such a great height with a breathtaking view
Your mum's searching eyes only saw you.
At she turned to descend, head held with such poise
Did we hear you laughing with other small boys?
With them, we hoped you turned away first
Goodbyes and I-love-you's, gently dispersed
And though those peaks will be climbed by so many
That mountain will always be yours, sweetest Benny.
Better things are on the way.
This goal comes from the heart.
It depends straightforward of your array.
Utter how genuine the sparks are to impart.
Evoke positive remarks over the life tray.
Believe you will reach a peak; be smart.
Bestow blessings at home every day.
Relish your day's blessings not being apart.
Note how your bones crack and decay.
Every day, the sun rises as the day starts.
Assist people grieving with little sway.
Rays dazzle with dazzling praise and darts.
Always strain to forecast for the coming day.
A stern warning of the following song's art
This planet will surely sing and play.
Accept slight setbacks, don't throw hope chart.
Written: December 2nd, 2022