Long Refuge Poems
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Coming to my dwelling place for a moment of rest
No 'sweet thing' to welcome me, no soft caress upon my chest
No sweet scent from her perfume
No sexy lingerie in my bedroom
No stimulating conversation at the dinner table
Listening to this, one may say that this is just a foolish fable
Oh, how I beg to differ, for the heart and reality are two of life's great truths
Living day by day in the 'concrete jungle' is more and more living proof
I could indulge like so many and have someone here
But why? Why play this senseless game of LOVE, knowing she is not my dear?
No sweet embrace, no beautiful face
Only memories, as I seek refuge from this 'rat race.'
Only stirring echoes from a lovely, romantic past
Living today alone, far from her sensual touch, sometimes wondering, How long will this last?
Mmmh! Silly me, NOW is a reality that must BE
It's not about her, it's not about them, it's not even about me
This is an inevitable time that has come
And only dear God knows how long it will run
So, ALONE is how I must live
Until my heart acknowledges the love I must give
Alone, alone, but not lonely!
Form:
I first learned to exhume the malice buried in their words,
Those grimoires of hatred, cruelty, savagery, and ignominy,
So I might understand upon which marble I carved the sanctity of my dignity.
Most of these demonic beings bury themselves in the cowardice of silence.
The clamor of truth rarely interests those afraid to lose their comfortable delusions.
I’ve seen diabolical mothers, chained in the darkness of their own decay,
Choose to stone their own flesh rather than chip the effigy of well-groomed impostors.
I chose the silence of ignorance as a refuge.
Slander always has longer legs than truth.
Humans have never been angels nor monsters.
He who claims heavenly ascension often stumbles in the devil’s fountains.
That is what I said to the mouth that relayed to me, like a ceremonial slap,
The impure judgments spoken against me,
All while knowing the tremors that rattle my nerves,
The porcelain of my emotions.
But it mattered to them no more than a feather on a battlefield.
I cut without hesitation.
I withdrew my presence as one pulls a knife from the heart.
The wisest posture would have been golden silence,
The sealing of lips before wars found their tongue.
But alas: humans prefer fire to restraint,
And no one stands sentinel for a solitary soul.
They traded righteousness for social graces,
Loyalty for consensus.
For to defend—truly defend—
Is done neither out of affection nor convenience.
It demands a straight spine,
And the courage to face the pack alone.
Those who dare deserve to be called statues,
For they stand firm in the storm.
As for those who drip venom in your name,
They hope, in their delusion, that you collapse beneath their own poison.
Let them perish waiting.
“It’s just a point of view,” they said.
I do not concur.
None is without stain.
But when a friend wallows in filth,
There is no need to applaud him from hell.
Come hold me dear one in your loving arms,
where I can find peace and calm my alarms
or worries , a refuge from the world , with all
its strife in your embrace, I find my peace for
life.
Your touch ignites a flame in me that never fades melting my fears , and soothing my shades with every breath, I feel my heart entwine with yours, my love , my souls sweet valentine.
In your eyes , a haven where I can hide, a place to can call my own, where love resides with you by my side, I knew I’m not alone. Together we will weather , life’s joys and unknown.
Come hold me,and never let me go in your love, my heart beats, with love that glows forever and always I’ll be yours to hold in your loving arms , my heart finds its home.
The Gift of the Grace within
The first is the anchor, dropped deep in the soul,
A gift unearned, making the fractured heart whole
The dual river for no merit, no earning of worth,
But pours from the heavens to swallow the earth
In mercy absolute, boundless, and free
That saves and sustains the quiet refuge
Where the captive inner stillness goes free
It is saving grace, the wide, open door
Where human efforts need struggle no more
The second is the current, the fire, the wind,
The strength that begins where our boundaries end
It steps into weakness, a dynamic power,
To train and transform in the turbulent hour
When cultural storms and fierce disorders roll,
It guards the deep temple and comforts the soul
The sacred empowerment sustaining grace, the pillar of might
Turning our darkness to active, soft light
One lifts us from valleys and sets us on mountain above,
The other empowers our walking in harmony, peace and love
Both flow from the Author, the finisher and the king,
The shelter and stillness to which we now cling
Clinging to the unmerited that is sufficient fulfilment
Clinging to the finisher with divine enablement
Clinging to the inner stillness and emotional shelter in the kin
Cling to the two-fold favour and the gift of grace within.
Cold
is the
iron bench
I sit upon,
watching for you on
this cool Autumn morning
but all I see is a lone
slug moving slowly from lichen
to lichen on the far arm rest, a
thick trail of slime marks its supine passage.
I remember our long talks as evening
approached, sitting on this old worn bench,
the sky blushing at us as it
shared its multi-hued secrets,
flowers fragrant and sweet.
The birds singing songs
of love to us
but it all
had to
end.
It
was on
your birthday
when I told you
I love you and gave
you the gift, a thin gold
chain. You just stared at me, the
chain dangled between your fingers.
Letting it slowly fall to the ground
you smiled sadly then turned and walked away.
That was the last time I sat on this bench,
the last time I saw your gentle smile.
Now, it is a lonely refuge
for me and my torpid friend,
a lost, eremitic
soul, searching for what?
Only he knows.
How I wish
to be
him.
I
watch as
he slowly
traverses the
handle when through the
dim morning haze I glimpse
a gleam of light from under
the bench. It is the chain buried
in the sand, only the clasp showing.
I leave it for some young lovers to find.
08/17/16
May 15 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 27-29
Key Verse – Job 27:2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment …
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PERFECT JUDGE
Lord God, You are my perfect Judge Who settles my soul’s vexation
Thank You for strengthening my spirit’s function
Since You speak to me with Your instruction
So that I can stand in Your integrity’s disposition.
Lord God, You are my perfect Judge Who sets my faith’s steadfastness
Thank You for satisfying my gain for eternal joyousness
Since You seize my troubled heart from hopelessness
So that I can delight in Your goodness.
Lord God, You are my perfect Judge Who stirs my eyes’ opening
Thank You for stabilizing my conviction from terrors’ refining
Since You serve as my refuge from hurling storms’ straining
So that I can flee to Your wisdom for my learning.
Lord God, You are my perfect Judge Who sanctifies my imperfection’s impurity
Thank You for searching my mind with knowledge-authority
Since You bind my stubbornness with Your pity
So that I can understand my accountability through Your sovereignty.
Lord God, You are my perfect Judge Who seeks my preciousness’ value
Thank You for seeing my desires with their hidden reality’s clue
Since You weigh my services along insincere hue and spiritual flu
So that I can stay in Your gladness, away from worldliness gloom, so blue.
Lord God, You are my perfect Judge Who seals my continuity’s commitment
Thank You for saturating my perspective with Your right judgment
Since You pluck out my spoil’s defilement
So that I can rest in Your rest of eternal investment.
Lord God, You are my perfect Judge Who secures my devotion’s motive
Thank You for safeguarding my life by Your revival, divinely creative
Since You counsel me with Your directive
So that I can choose Your work and be diligently active.
May 15, 2023
Author Dana Redricks
July 9, 2023
Our tears are meant to cleanse the soul, to wash away the burdens that take their toll. In their gentle stream, we find release, a solace for the heart, a moment of peace.
Never be ashamed to let them flow, for tears have a purpose, as we come to know. They carry our sorrows, our deepest pain, and in their release, we find strength to regain.
Yeshua, in His love, will ease our fears, His compassion wiping away our tears. In His embrace, we find solace and grace, a refuge where our weary hearts find their place.
So let the tears fall, like gentle rain, cleansing the spirit, healing the soul. For through our vulnerability, we find new light, a pathway to freedom, breaking through the night.
Do not hold back, let the tears spill, for they have power, to heal and fulfill. For in each tear, a story unfolds, a testament to the strength that the soul holds.
So, fear not the tears that trickle down your cheek,
They bring healing and courage when you feel weak. Let them flow, let your burdens be released, and in Yeshua's embrace, find eternal peace.
Last breath
My beloved mom, she lay in her bed, her only place of refuge, her 88 years of life, her body still, quiet, only her chest rise up and down…
We all knew thus time would eventually come, I wait outside, longing to be alone with her, as I join her at bedside, I grasp her old but smooth hand, the same hand who for many many years growing up, I wished had wiped away my tears…
As her youngest child of 8, I fought to be loved, nurtured, embraced, instead was met with silence, ignoring my inner child, a hug, a kiss, a simple “I’m so proud of you”.
I sit in silence rubbing her hand, conflicted with sadness of her last breath, and feelings of sadness of her relationship with me, where was my hugs, my kisses, my nurturing, my encouragement, my LOVE..
Days, moments, of me rolled up in a ball, fear of anger, dark, instead of love, hate, embraces of love, met with strikes of her hand, a child raised in pain of abuse.
I pick up my tear streaked face, I kiss her hand, I say I LOVE YOU, I SAY how strong she is, you weren’t able to be what my “inner child longed for, but I give you to JESUS now, the one who kept me safe, who sheltered that baby girl HE created, from pain, yelling, abuse from my family, GOD gave me what HIS child needed a loving family of two kids, a husband and a loving church family.
Her Last breath, is MY first step as a daughter of GOD, I stand to leave, whispering “ She’s yours JESUS, my time of PAIN ends with her death…
Quote: "Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you" -- Rumi
In the tremors of the earth's gentle dance,
Our sanctuary senses the rhythmic trance.
A haven we seek, when foundations quake,
Shelter we crave, refuge we make.
In the echoes of chaos, a longing is born,
For a sanctuary of love, steadfast and warm.
A fortress against the tremors within,
To shield from insecurity, loneliness akin.
I dream of a haven, a sanctuary divine,
Where love's embrace is an unbroken line.
In the quake of doubt, a pillar to rely,
A sanctuary of love, where spirits can fly.
When the world rattles with its thunderous might,
Our sanctuary stands, an unwavering light.
A beacon of solace, in the tremulous night,
Guiding our hearts, in love's tender flight.
Oh, sanctuary of love, with walls made of care,
A refuge so strong, a haven so rare.
Against the tempests, we'll weather and cope,
In the arms of love, our sanctuary of hope.
I find myself drifting through a galaxy of dreams....
Each one presented with endless possibility ...
Fresh new worlds before me thriving in infinite color, direction and depth, awaiting my command with script of storyline called from the past, present or future. Fantasies bursting with taste, sight, smell, and sound. All measure of potential joy engulf me with ringing tempo and exhilaration of my choosing …..
And yet…… I dream of you. The sound of your voice as it gives purpose to my soul..... the sight of your face as the radiance of your smile fills my heart with the glorious memory of perfection...
For though I gain endless possibilities of galaxy's pallet it comes to nothing least I live within the warm glow of your love. A love which consumes me,,, purifies me ,,, and lifts me to soar among the heavens...
Though I perish by surrendering every fiber of myself,,,let it be ... that I may find a place of refuge within your world….