Long Reaches Poems
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she is an exquisite dinner
awakens taste with beguiling smiles
a platter of kindness
wrapped in delicate crepes
lips that promise
a selection of wines
set for any course you so desire
a delicate glass never empty
a macedoine salad
stolen from the garden
of some goddess
a bewitching soup
dipped from a cauldron
enchantment in every spoon
that reaches the palate
fruits that have come from far
and forbidden shores
an intoxicating sweetness that consumes
all of the senses
and finally the piece de resistance
what drove Greek sculptors to stone
she is sitting across the table
OKC 06/22
You founded the Franciscan Order.
I was with you.
You gave up wealth.
You stood naked before the world.
You called God your Father.
You could have been rich.
Instead, you chose poverty.
You begged for food.
You rebuilt broken churches.
You followed the voice of Heaven.
O Pope Leo XIV,
what have you learned from him?
He was once a soldier.
He fell ill.
He changed forever.
He sold all he had.
He walked with the poor.
He taught us that wisdom
is born in poverty.
We still hear your voice, Francis:
"Make me an instrument of your peace..."
Your prayer travels across the world.
It reaches Gaza.
It cries in Ukraine.
It whispers in Congo, Libya, and Sudan.
You asked for love where there is hate.
For hope where there is despair.
For light where there is darkness.
For joy where there is sorrow.
You lived humility.
You loved creation.
You forgave your enemies.
You carried peace like a cross.
Even now,
your spirit moves through time.
It sits upon our hearts.
It shows us the way.
Teach us again, O Saint,
how to be human.
Verse 1
She reaches out in desperation
To a man who holds her hand
Soon, he’s gone without hesitation
Leaving her alone and lonely again
The story is the same for her today
As it was for so many gone before
She yearns for a love that will bring
Reassurance, kindness, encouragement
A love that will make her feel understood
With a man who can love her unconditionally
CHORUS
That love she’s searching for in the dark
Is a love that only One can impart
It’s the love of a Savior, the man, Jesus
Who fills us with a sense of true peace
And gives us the grace to share faith
That is filled with hope and love, intimacy
A sense of real joy that she’s never known
Verse 2
Her hands shake as she opens up the door
Entering a church for the first time for sure
She’s heard about this God who gives love
And she wants the answers sent from above
Her tears fall as the preacher tells them
Jesus will love them without ever failing them
She yearns for a love this faithful and eternal
Love that can’t be found in any man or other
Form of addiction, sin or material thing
It’s only alive with the One who created her
Bridge
Reach out and take the nail scarred hand
It is here that you will always have a friend
Reach out and take the nail scarred hand
With Him, there is a love that knows no end
She walks down snow covered path to the church
Christmas approaches she'll receive her gift
She reaches for the door made of clear birch
Stomping her feet she gives her skirt a lift
Entering she takes a look around
Christmas approaches she'll receive her gift
The sanctuary quiet not a sound
She imagines all the happy faces
Entering and taking a look around
It would be warmer in other places
Yet it is magical at Christmas time
She imagines all the happy faces
It's kind of funny that both their names rhyme
His name is Chris, she's always been called Miss
It seems more magical at Christmas time
In less than a week her husband she'll kiss
His name is Chris, she's always been called Miss
Behind her she closes door made of birch
Down snow covered path away from the church
Written November 12th, 2013
For Shadow's Christmas wedding contest.
Looking from the humble cabin
An old man glances out to observe
The meadow lays even at the edges
Flat by the deep waterway incognito
Shades of green seldom seen emerge
Subtle multicolored to be exact
Though there appears to be more
Much more to the story to be told
At last, the rain falls then ends
Along with the last drop of coffee
Finished as the porcelain cup rim
Reaches the lips with thin fragility
Warm and friendly to the touch
A spoon falls to the floor unattended
Never reaches its destination
Never landing
As expected, there can be no rest
While the thing is suspended
A beginning without ending
Monsier L'Vampire goes
For his evening walk
In the darkness of night
He seeks for new blood
Looking for another victim
Takes much of his waking time
His patience is running out
When he needs it,just as bad
Monsier L'Vampire is dressed
As usual, all in elegant black and more
With his finest cape, also in red and black
That reaches all the way down to the floor
Demure and chiseled
Are his very good looks
And the most piercing blue eyes
That seem to look, right through your soul
Monsier L'Vampire goes out for the night
Hunting again for new blood
Blood races to all the ladies' hearts
With all his winning charms
So when the sun goes down
Over the new horizon line
He searches in alleys and very dark streets
Hidden in the darkness, he just thirsts for new blood.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
09.28.2014
positioned in love we stand, as God reaches us hand in hand,
to hold, not to tear down, to bring us to higher ground,
the battle is to be fought, not one soldier can be lost,
if one was wounded, the other carries double the weight,
in love and strength for his names sake,
not forgotten or left on the roadside to die,
not to sit back and watch as his bleeding heart cries,
the stranger walks past, and stops to turn around,
and carries the heart of the soldier he found,
all in battle for the love of the same cause,
the unseen heart was not a stranger at all,
but the moment love bent down to reach out its hand,
it was then that the dying soldier became his bestfriend
Form:
The travellers wandered with word and song
Along the banks of the river long,
As each one chose their place to play,
Peeling off from the crowns along the way.
Stories told from near and far,
Reflect in the river as she reaches the bar,
Flowing from source to salty sea,
The land’s life blood, veins eternally.
Through every word, and note they strum,
A new dimension in the river’s run,
Revealed in rhythm and language rare,
To travel along the sun baked air.
The troubadours in modern form,
Embracing hearts so kind and warm,
Of the ones who listen, closing eyes,
Or longing toward the cloud patched skies.
Scents of autumn are creeping in
Wind starts to rally leaves within,
Yet still the sun shines on our band,
Of happy journeyers passing o’er the land
On margins wet and mud filled creeks,
Birds wade knee deep and probe with beaks,
The ecosystem in perfect harmony
Preserve this for next generations to see.
Cosmic Embrace
As we ventured far beyond the reaches of Earth, we found ourselves immersed in a realm of galaxies and nebulas, breathtaking celestial bodies that would astound even the most jaded traveler. We traversed the dark vacuum of space, guided by twinkling constellations whose light traveled millions of years to reach our eager eyes. Each star held untold mysteries within its fiery core, secrets waiting to be unraveled by curious minds like ours. Our cosmic voyage continued as we approached the edge of a swirling galaxy, it's vibrant hues paintings unforgettable picture against the endless black canvas of the universe. Then suddenly, everything changed- we were wrapped in the warm embrace of a cosmic cloud, basking in ethereal rays of pure energy that seemed to pour directly from the heavens themselves. It was as if we had entered a new dimension entirely, where time itself seemed to stand still. Feeling invigorated and humbled by this extraordinary encounter, we continued our exploration deeper into the unknown territories of the universe struck awe into our hearts, reminding us just how small we really are compared to these majestic celestial entities. As we ventured far beyond the reaches of Earth, we found ourselves immersed in a realm of galaxies and nebulas, breathtaking celestial bodies that would astound even the most jaded travelers. In this infinite dance between stars and fate, we've touched upon eternity in this grand play.
“Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly
While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high!”
This is the first verse of the hymn “JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL”
penned by Charles Wesley
Secured in my Saviour’s compassion-might
Blest to be so loved, though undeserving
Oh, my heart in Jesus Christ finds delight
Precious best Friend*, eternally loving.
Offering boundless mercy, hope and grace
God reaches my soul, granting full pardon
Settling me around His divine embrace
Precious best Friend, eternally loving.
Facing trials, my faith valiantly stands
Upheld by the Lord, triumphantly strong
He’s my Fortress, vanquishing doubt-demands
Precious best Friend, eternally loving.
As called steward for His work partnership
My spirit exalts the Supreme Master
While blissfully meeting Him in worship
Precious best Friend, eternally loving.
*Proverbs 17:17 A friend loveth at all times...
John 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
August 9, 2020
2nd place, "In honor of Charles Wesley" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 9/3/2020.