Long Respite Poems
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Hello Sunshine, Good day World
May I but sip from the Chalice
Rain, a rose, Quiet repose
The Warm that is Linda Alice
written by Michael in 1975
(I found this handwritten poem in an old box of memorabilia. I submit it not as an ego post, but as a tribute to a mentor who is no longer with us. He encouraged and supported me in our work that was challenging and heartbreaking. It was offered me as a small respite from that work and to give me a smile. I did not change punctuation or capitalization. It had no title - I thought his name would be appropriate. I also thought it should be documented with smiles and fondest memories.)
To escape the tumult
And noise of the world, I unlock
And enter a secret door to
The serene haven of my mind.
I am a meditating Monk
Blissfully unperturbed; making
The most of my sojourn in this
Uncharted, tranquil Xanadu.
I repose, close my eyes
And sieve my nagging woes
Like a dreamcatcher
Trapping unpleasant dreams.
In a tabula rasa mind state;
I have no conscience of time.
I wade into and float on a stream
That creates no ripples.
Moments, a snail that crawled
To a standstill, the zephyr as silent
As trickling blood; my mind
Deep asleep while I'm wide awake.
Here, a welcome respite
Where echoes fail to respond.
When nature speaks,
It's below a whisper.
Here, I find
My peace of mind.
H e r e, I am content....
and free!
Snow falling softly
cloaking
a white landscape,
sounds all muffled
peace reigns here in
the stillness
the earth is dressed
as a bride
That bride walks
into spring
there she brings new
life
settling in,
bringing warmth
to the once frozen
land
Soon she will usher
in summer
there to prosper and
flourish
watching her
offspring grow
as she drifts off
into autumn
Shorter days now the
bride's reward
long chilly nights
now her only console
each one leading her
to the icy winter
no respite now, life
once more, full
circle
Snow falling softly
cloaking
a white landscape,
sounds all muffled
peace reigns here in
the stillness
the earth is dressed
as a bride
season's greeting to
you all hugs
I could have danced as forever moved along
letting the music play our song,
on and on and on in perpetuity
of the bond existing between you and me,
but the melody is melancholic
bringing back all the early day frolics,
of heartaches with its tears
when time was ours over the years
living the dream come true;
now,
it's just a memory, more than one or two
a sanguine respite of the dream that was with you
when you were my all, the love that it was to bring
destined forever to be my everything;
was it just the dream rehearsed
drowned and immersed
in our foolish youthful promisings
hopeful, whimsical imaginings;
a lasting love throughout all time
come what may full circle, never easy to find,
full of laughter, joyous love, then tragedy
living life, at work, at home, at play in harmony;
sadly now,
beyond the dream that once was
finally out of my control and severed
I long for the forever
remaining
within our souls.
Long doors of dark have closed upon the day
And though the wind will batter till the knuckles bleed
It cannot presume to summon morning dawn
Or lift relentless bars, to welcome sun
The light is pillowed deep in slumber’s grip
Do not disturb is hung upon the knob
Unwelcoming, while daybreak still is sleeping
And earth takes respite from the busy day
And dreaming stars are breathing silent sighs
Whisper softly, tiptoe gently
Take care, thus not break the spell
You cannot speed, the night must sleep
The clock ticks on, and patience is the friend
Withhold the futile beating hand
Grow wise in silence and keep the peace
So when the dawn comes by to let you in
Much brighter still, it comes to greet
A welcome mat beneath your feet
Unlocked and free to enter as you please
Companioned by a warm serenity
Morning Prayer
From the moment you open your eyes in the morning to the moment you close them at night, may each second in between pass with joy and laughter. You are a wonderful human being, making the world a better place. So, I hope that you find only the best things in it. By Salvation Chuks
Lost inside this world of mine I feel the essence of the light
swirling diadems of gold, emerald dreams and turquoise joys
every emotion has color, every heartbeat has life;
I am breathing in Divinity, inhaling through eternity
in this land of stillness, where the most precious gift
of all is quiet,
each prayer is answered by the light of day;
Wings folded in eyes lifted up, I fly towards a new horizon
with arms stretched and hands open wide, my soul receives
respite,
in this awesome place, where heaven meets my eye;
I am found.
Words by: Mystic Rose
inspired by Salvation Chuk's honest prayer of love
I ran to my garden alone today.
Ignoring the steps of repentance
blast through the temple of grace
As if in no need of perfect acceptance
or compassionate heavenly embrace.
Skipping the small rain of wisdom
without proper instruction in peace.
I pushed open the gate of remembrance in anger
seeking justification, for my rage of blame...
What had I hoped to find in this place?
What was the need for my haste?
Ignoring the promise of assurance and love
I sought respite from my sin and disgrace.
Then I heard the voice of my beloved Lord
Sweetly whisper to my enraged heart.
Biding me to stop and listen again.
"I am the Balm of Gilead,
Walk with me in your garden of faith.
Take my hand my chosen one
peace is made perfect in me."
He led me to another garden
I had not passed through here before.
It was so quiet, the gentle warm wind,
calmed the torrent within.
As the fragrance flowers surrounded me
And floral colors I had never seen
I felt this calm and refreshment
opened my soul to peace again.
“Where is this garden,” I asked my Lord?
Where is this place that I may return
when have I brought disgrace to all around me?
and need to hide again?”
His broad smile reached into my broken heart,
His forgiveness washed my soul clean.
“Run,” said my Lord, “Run as fast as you can.
I will always be waiting for you.
This is the garden I have built
from your love and devotion to me.”
Floating in the flash flood
of divesting dissonance pervasive,
I see a verdant valley carved out
within the entity of lonesome me,
drifting away with the desolate sigh,
displaced from the stratum of sound
of the converging cacophony loud.
I dream attached to the unanchored mind.
In the precinct of pristine sprawling thicket,
I wander on the curved contours of life,
as the spreading sunlight of prime promise
bursts with multihued magnificence
on the calm canopy with golden beams.
The leaves sparkle with spectrum of splendor,
create the converging shadow of silence,
where I get consumed by calmness.
In the embracing breeze rippling enticed,
the beguiled boughs dance in harmony,
make a mystique motif enwrapping me.
Within the light and shadow lattice,
with the sunray strands the foliage weaves
for me the tapestry of ecstasy.
It performs the kaleidoscopic show of joy
for my dreams to be embellished.
With the forlorn life lumbering
across the amber wanton wilderness,
I’ve to take a lone journey unknown.
From the cool cradle of the copse
I’ll garner the silhouetted grandeur
of its emerald sheen in the shadow.
In my mind I’ll strive to stow its opulence,
create in my pallid heart a jade meadow.
Walking the last mile of the journey
in the remaining hours of my day,
shimmering with the fading twilight blush,
I long for respite for the last time,
step into the waiting woods once again,
where the dying sunlight glows,
and see my dreams return enwrapped
within lengthening shadow of sunlit memory.
My thoughts now flicker shadowed walls
As lace through candelabra falls
Though littered in such sweet design
I’m comforted that they are mine
Through memories that plan ahead
My mind erases what I dread
Replaced by scattered thoughts that dare
To linger as my feelings flare
So beautiful, this life I know
The summer sun, the fallen snow
As interwoven flashes form
I dance in time, so soft and warm
A blink of flying, island sleeps
Those weddings, bidding joyful weeps
The Christmases and birthdays fair
My knowing you are always there
As thoughts still flicker fancy free
I worry not the state of me
A respite always finds my will
As rested as when time stands still
Crystal eyes gleam
at the prospect of
scintillating sapphire blush
gliding films of
wonder dilate bliss
driven lilac haze
spasmodic orbital earth
spinning obtuse lumen
tangents of night mist
droplets whilst baton
passing relay to a
fledgling bronze dawn
casting nirvana plume
upon dream realm
bloom ecstatic as
it relishes omen
rich tinctured contrast
between charcoal sky
nocturne palettes
as they filter and
flit twinkling star
navy seamless scant
that segued so obscure
effulgent epigram
ebullient now clusters
prismatic pathway to
heavenly halos as
distances dangle yet
taunt blearier thoughts
craving respite from
otherworldly current
teetering that oft
piles havoc on havoc
and so life’s gust
ridden rapt round
cycle of gold dust
dalliance escape or
plangent zither polar
opposite amid restless
fugitives static in
behemoth bemused
boundless bearing that
eludes prized benefit
silver leaf whorl
shatters global coma
somersault wish fountain
spewing visual candy
intent on potted
gut wrench ferment
aqueous humor
corn-rimmed pun
devoid of humour
and weak seed
awash with less
than fluid gag
embryonic platform
feeble tug at
lenses partly stymied
but Spring usher’s
first light crocus
that beacon prompt