Long Restoration Poems
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There is a withered garden many people do not see,
They walk passing around it, very busily.
Past parched grasses, withered blooms
Shades of tan and palest gray, all colorless and dried.
Water’s not been shared or granted, in a long, long time.
Within the garden’s many trails,
trampled mud paths show,
Busy travelers seeking shortcuts, rushing to and fro.
The chain-link fence, half-broken down
Keeps little children out; for the lonely little garden
Is just not safe to play around.
Broken glass and rusty nails lay scattered throughout,
Even little creatures know – it’s not safe to stray about.
While on the sidewalk, others bane to walk swiftly past.
The aroma from feral animals and human garbage makes them gasp.
This sad and lonely corner served a purpose once before;
It was a haven from the summer heat, a section of retreat –
A place of momentary calm where people came to meet.
Pausing, to pass the unhurried time, a place to lie
in sweet soft grass and watch billowed clouds race by.
I remember how lovers sauntered
holding tightly; hand in hand,
Building memories of their early love
With fragrance all around.
And yet, the garden is not tended.
This refuge lay in ruins,
Its purpose lost: discarded,
just a nuisance walked around.
What happened to this little place of serenity and calm?
Is this not a loss to all walking by this storied ground?
Why can we not rebuild it?
Remove all fences, plow the ground?
Plant grass and seed for flowers.
Add a fountain, maybe Benches,
with shade trees placed around.
Everyone needs a garden,
filled with peace and calm to share.
A safe and welcome feeling –
Loves the language spoken here.
It welcomes all who cross your path
seeking comfort, peace, and calm.
For every soul’s a garden with
such rest and beauty there!
Open wide acceptance
Share one cup of water.
Build blessings for a lifetime,
Cultivate each heart with care.
Become that lovely garden,
open graciously to all,
A refuge of peace
On life’s busy street,
for everyone to share
02/28/2019
GodTalk,
like ManListen,
unfolds on a monotheistic
anthropocentric
prefrontal cortex map
Where cosmological belief systems
are either True
or bipolar oppositionally False
Either God is
or is not
recreated in Human sapient images
Intelligibly cognizing
an underlying
deeply sacred Gaia Hypothesis
neurosystemic
polyculturally connected
polyvagal sexsensory territory
Peak panentheistic sacred-felt
root to crown
body to mind communing experiences
emerging
maturing from organically inclusive relationships
Multigenerationally redundant
multiculturally reiterative
trustworthy
safe
healthy
peaceful
co-empathic pronoia belonging.
Normally trusted intrinsic values
and not always mistrusted extrinsic disvalues
FatherSun sacred enlightenment maps
polyvagally crown-rooted
in EarthMother trust and distrust
empowering democratic intention
and disempowering autocratic over-extension
Organically felt healthy values
deeply etched
in elder RightBrain stem
embodied pleasure/displeasure
sacred sexsensory nerve communication systems
Of nonverbal and preverbal
paranoia anxious
and pronoia anticipating
dissonance questioning
and resonance questing
complex neurosystemic
dipolar co-arising
both/and felt paradoxical appositions
Dissociative body conservation
and/or
associative mind liberation
Dispassionate root
mind and body
map and territory organic systems
surviving
and/or
thriving
compassionate crowning flower
of co-passionately rooted
anthropocentric co-intelligence.
Nonverbally felt intuitions
upflowing toward verbally thought cognitions
informing win/win bilaterally communing
thriving/threatening polyvagal communication
Inspiring
irreligious dissociative retribution
and/or
re-ligious associative restoration
crown/root sacred transformation
Discontented uneasy organs
and/or
peace-contented healthy brains
Cognitively longing minds
to autocratically survive
and/or
intuitively belonging bodies
to democratically thrive.
When the heavy air has lifted
Our existence fully gifted
Gravity has lost its hold
And every color newly bold.
When earthly thoughts evaporate
New joys can we anticipate.
Wonders unending, His love everywhere
We will cast every crown before Him there.
Every element tainted by sin’s dark curse
Will be left on earth, along with thirst.
Restoration of things, we knew not were missing
Perfection in Christ, no purpose for wishing.
The temporal pain, no match for the glory
No loss, only gain is the plot of His story.
Heaven is free if we only receive it.
The burden of sin, Christ already relieved it!
A simple confession, “I’ve sinned my Lord!”
Signs the deed to a home you could never afford.
Freely He offers, freely He gives
On earth and in Heaven He made you to LIVE!
In my heart still lingers Dad’s final days on earth…
those were precious times I was by his side
expressing daughter’s loving care
praying to ease the pain
he was hiding midst tenacious will to survive
while assuring me he would be alright.
Beholding Dad* struggling against failing breath’s might…
I begged God for healthy oxygen drive
with grace of restoration gain
enabling him to bear
agony brought by infirmity’s rising tide
taking away from him delightful mirth.
Though I sang to Dad psalms and hymns about Christ’s birth
cheering him, but my crying soul had lied
as the Lord with faith I did dare
“please, let Your will to reign…”
then with redemption peace**, he left his smile to thrive
inspiring me to live and do what’s right.
January 4, 2021
*Dad went to live with the Lord on January 2, 2019.
**Romans 5:1 Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.
1st place, "A Little Memory - My Invented Form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 1/16/2021.
I am the girl that plays with fire
got burned so many times ,
got burned so many times .
But there is nothing more satisfying
Than feeling them flames
slowly advance from eyes to heart .
At first is just a cozy warmth
that fills your lungs with happy gas
and all you can do is laugh.
But then slowly the flames take charge,
inside your lips around your arms
between your legs
and all becomes so stalled and hot .
And the sensation lasts until the pain starts
the skin is broken, the flesh dissolves,
the bones become gray ash .
Fourth degree burns is what I have
-I told you not to play with wicked fire ,
Says my mom.
-The restoration will take a while ,
but not to worry ,that in these cases
the bone and skin always grow back .
And I start again :
- I am the girl that plays with fire ,
my name is Phoenix and I get burned all the time .
“Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation.” Psalm 68:19 of the King James Bible.
Assurance of heaven through faith in Christ
Bountiful eternal life, heavenly-priced…
Compassion gripping my rescued soul
Direction to reach each worthy goal…
Enthusiasm enabling servanthood route
Fulfillment in reaching-out against skeptic doubt…
Grace vanquishing selfishness-trace
Heart that yields upon humility-brace…
Illumination from truths of steadfast Scriptures
Joy overflowing toward faithful steward gestures…
Kindness, kindling attitude of gratitude
Love upheld by mercy’s fortitude…
Miracles only God can do with His caring might
Nurture of commitment in prayer plight…
Opportunities to experience Almighty’s gentleness
Power of pardon’s functionality- completeness…
Quietude against pressure angst with blessed serenity
Revival-rejuvenation and restoration certainty…
Security despite fear’s attacks, challenging His presence
Thanksgiving praises around worship-fluorescence…
Understanding Bible teachings through wisdom divine
Vibrancy to pursue what’s right according to Sovereign design…
Well-being and excellent health in the Saviour’s settlement
Xenial relationship along meaningful ministerial engagement…
Youthfulness’ zest overcoming aging-prompted misery
Zeal of persistence, surmounting futility toward daily victory.
April 5, 2021
3rd place, "Writing Prompt - Cherish" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/8/2021.
231: two minutes, thirty one seconds divided 2038
From be a perfect 365 days. Curses in evening where the
warmth of summers mind me. The sun centers it's self perfect to make annoy many. They recovery of a spacecraft
found on the Martian surface domants the news. People in New York taste the centery old bottles of rye recovered from a restoration project In the Valley of the sun, a large price of tourquise is recovered with a large diamond attached to it. The album " Soothing Sounds" wins song of the year. Ultra bun jeans are banned in four states. And a woman from Giza says she's pregnant by aa alien from a world light years away from earth. I found a station on mountain radio that plays "new game music" I get my red juice number four and smoke my pipe. My wife walks in and I asks her to dance We decided that day to sell the business and move back down in the valley. IWe decided a room on the cruise ship would get us by until we bought a home. One day we went walking and a fast moving food truck went by I flag the man down, I told him people walk here, slow that contraption down. He smiled and offered me two free homemade soydogs. I ate them and fell in love. Went home and made my own recipe. Eggs, soy flour, dried veggies, liquid smoke, spices , broth and pureed meat. I put red beet juice in em to make it red you know, people love em! Absolutely love em! I made four million in three years, that's how good this stuff is man! Relish and onions will have you grinning for days. My wife told me "honey" flour ain't never tasted so good; I told her causes it mine baby, all cause it's mine" she laugh, thinking it was funny, but I made a lot of money here, now I am selling. Piggy bank sale, it's all yours!
One leg is taped
And the surface is worn
The varnish is all but scratched away
Yet she is made of pine
With knobs of brass
And though she is broken
She was built to last
No I cannot set her out on the curb.
In a darken corner
Of an old store room
She leans more then stands
Collecting dust instead of figuring bills
Her draw is empty
Her usefulness is all but nil
The neighbor's boy needs a desk
He fancies himself a craftsman
She will do him fine for his school years
A new leg, a fresh coat of vanish
But the same function of being needed
And after her grand restoration
The proud craftsman will let me see her
A prayer of hope, for healing and restoration
Many are praying for you
When our God answers. a grand celebration
There will be for you
So hold on tight, keep up the fight
because soon you will see the light, soon you will be alright
He will wipe away every tear from your eyes
So don’t listen to the enemy’s lies
Let nothing but the peace of God, dwell in your mind
There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain
Only the soft sound and embrace of healing rain
Because He is making everything new,
and His words are trustworthy and true
And as you remain in Him, His word remains in you
And His word will bring you through
Until then we keep on praying for you, child of God
We lift you before Him, in our hearts and thoughts
So keep fighting, keep strong
Better days are coming, It won’t be long
March 5 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Samuel 5-8
Key Verse – 2Samuel 7:11 And as since the time that I commanded judges to be over my people Israel, and have caused thee to rest from all thine enemies…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CAUSING ME TO REST
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your peacefulness
When I’m overwhelmed with pressures’ heaviness
And filled by vexations’ irritableness---
I need Your presence of divine blissfulness.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your instruction
When I’m gripped with persecution
And attacked by temptation---
I need Your deliverance of saving restoration.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your authority
When I’m confused with doubts as well as falsity
And troubled by uncertainty---
I need Your assurance of steadfast security.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your might
When I’m debilitated with sickness’ blight
And weakened by sin’s infectious bite---
I need Your touch of healing right.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your comfort
When I’m saddened with vain results in my effort
And depressed by jeer instead of cheer consort---
I need Your compassion of caring resort.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your merriment
When I’m humiliated with hypocrisy’s discontentment
And abased by self-glorification’s entanglement---
I need Your pardon of joyful fulfillment.
March 5, 2022