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Words are too often spoken
When silence is what we seek,
When all we really want
Is affection, humble and meek.
When just the right touch
At just the right time,
Helps us to stop
And breathe in the sunshine.
It helps us to be thoughtful
Of the beauty that God brings,
Like butterflies and flowers
And all sorts of other things.
And when time seems to slow down
That it might even stop,
And your eyes are fixed
On the sunrise up top,
Take in this precious moment
Take in the color and the sound,
Feel the wind in your hair
And the warmth all around.
And when you find yourself
Lost within time,
Don’t forget to stop
And breathe in the sunshine.
When worried about my security's steadfastness
since I see not the future,
I trust the guiding Light… my God – the omniscient Supreme One
Who knows my tomorrow; and can brighten my eternity!
When frustrated by spiritual crises
and groping for hope’s radiance,
I follow the guiding Light… my God – the sovereign Ruler
Who revives my soul; and can make me triumphant!
When wallowing in discontentment
while lingering in envy’s dimness,
I seek for the guiding Light… my God – the satisfaction Source
Who fills my heart with His goodness; and can nourish my well-being!
When blinded with unbelief
being tormented with doubts,
I cry to the guiding Light… my God – the perfect Teacher
Who restores my faith’s sight; and can empower me with His truth!
When pulled toward worldliness’ obscurity
against pressures of choosing what’s right,
I abide in the guiding Light*… my God – the wise Counselor
Who upholds my life; and can direct my steps to blessed service!
*Psalm 118:27 God is the LORD, which hath shewed us light.
October 4, 2018
October 6, 2018 Poem Of The Day
1st Place, Premier Contest, "Soap Opera Titles" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Janis Thompson; judged on 11/8/2018.
My baby left me on a summers day, right before the draft snapped me up.
I want you I need you! I love you! I cried to no one,
for she was gone to seek fame and fortune.
I was singing the “Mean Woman Blues” when Miss Clawdy came along and began tapping out the beat.
She is the world’s worst beat-maker.
“How’s the world treating you?” she asked me.
Good Lawdy, Ms. Clawdy, I thought, but secretly,
under my breath, wishing she would leave.
“Don’t leave me now,” I told my love on the phone.
“I thought we were playing for keeps.”
“I want to be free,” she told me. “Tonight I go away on a mystery train but I love you because you are you. Don’t eat too much junk food now, after I am gone.”
“Don’t leave me now,” I told her. “As long as I have you, I can handle the draft board and going to war.”
“Sorry,” She said. “I gotta lotta living to do.” Then she hung up the phone, leaving me sad.
It was too much for me. I cried like a baby.
My young dreams were down the toilet now.
I was creating a song about being a fool.
I was writing it up, actually when my mama called me.
“Are you all right?” she asked. “I had a feeling you needed some cheering up.”
“That’s all right, Mama,” I said, “I cannot talk about it right now.”
I went to sleep wondering if a fool such as I
could ever find love again, wishing I too
was on the mystery train. Wondering where it was taking my love.
The “Mean Woman Blues” came back into my head,
and I wrote four more verses
before my eyes finally said “enough” and crashed me back to sleep.
I slept ten hours straight. Depression will do that to you.
The Coming…
(Mood Variations…)
The long hot summer yields to the arrival
of the cooling fall.
Despite the coming treat to survival
towering trees proudly stand firm and tall.
Sticky, sweaty, steamy nights
have now all gone;
giving way to the cool ebony breeze.
Horny frogs and crickets
no longer sing their eerie song;
squirrels organize
their cupboards in the trees;
and ivory towers grow on
graves of fall’s fallen leaves.
In the early evenings’ misty wine
sun of change set the close of day,
leaving hued shadows to sway
on the footprints of changing time.
The angels of the sky have flown far away;
leaving a strange peace to seek out another day
to find sanctuary in caverns of hope.
Seasoned lives prepare for what winter nature will send their way;
as echoes of rain mock the variations like a cruel joke.
Strange how nature’s circadian rhythms
bring about change: yet the more things change,
the more they stay in the same range.
No one saw the ambiguity of the coming strange schis
Dawn seemed to have struggled this morning---
Returning from her nocturnal journey,
She slowly stretched, yawned, and arose
To the appointed occasion
Sending dim, golden rays piercing through
Shades of lazy grey clouds
The whistling wind wails, whooshing through the trees
And winding around corners
Bring awakening alarms that hands cannot stop
Nor ears can ignore
The weight of sleep lifted; the window shades of dark orbs
Open to the set time
Oblivious to the exact moment of designed closure, only
Aware of the here and now;
Thanksgiving is offered for one more day of struggle:
To be free of the shackling mind games they play,
We prepare to fight another day.
Only God could have made this chosen day
We cherish
To teach the children the liberating way
That they not perish
In the ongoing struggle to be totally free
Culturally, politically---
And economically be.
Closing in on an all-time high, wars remain in vogue:
Peace has been vetoed
Military-industrial complexes are the nation’s money lode
There is no other road.
At the conference table, negotiations continue
To collect dust
And the compromise remains us.
June 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 7-9
Key Verse – Job 7:17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO SETS HIS HEART UPON US
Praise be to God for setting His heart upon us with His:
Absolute pardon for our sins
Abundant provisions with His supply
Assured preservation midst His salvation
Affirmative promises toward our satisfaction
Assertive power for our supplications along His sustenance
Job 8:5 Praise be to the Lord for inviting us to seek Him while we:
Bow to Him with our praises, blest
Boast about His providence, always best
Bask in His perfection by His performance-brand
Bend before His presence, praying based on the Bible
Brace our backbone’s buttress upon His building-up Book
Job 9:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
withdrawing His anger against us:
Calming us from our fears
Charging our faith’s fortitude
Comforting us by His forgiveness
Compassionately calling us to face His fixing
Challenging us to find ourselves in His faithfulness. Amen!
June 1, 2024
Tears, quiet, dead, useless tears falling,
Sorrow from a deep chasm of endless grief;
And my soul and heart are always weeping,
Stealing my happiness, life, like a thief;
And I am left broken, drifting like a leaf.
O Lord, whisper courage for my journey,
It is a hard choice to leave the past behind;
I want to soar like a wild bird happy,
Like a rose unfolding her petals in time;
To ride the wave of life, to seek and to find.
______________________________
June 22, 2014
Poetry/Quintain/A Rose Unfolding
Copyright Protected, ID 06-578-396-22
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Hard Choices,
sponsor, Dr. Ram Mehta, Judged 07/2014
Tenth Place
I hope to keep my perspectives flexible ~
accept all new thoughts as truth eligible.
I wish no resentment to within me stand;
may no anger ever reach my hand,
but alter in love's filter to heart land.
Any jealousy, I ask be fleeting at best
for I know ego renders my blessings as less,
plus, true gratitude for others passes love's test.
I seek aid recognizing the growth desires
that are my human goals as spirit aspired.
Dear Father, I pray your wisdom's light
brightens my karmic fuse to fully ignite.
When we are wee, we soak in life like a sponge.
May my own sponge soak until my earth time is done.
I stare into the void of glowing screens,
A modern-day oracle, my silent confidante.
How did life lead me to this pixelated precipice?
A chasm waiting to be bridged by strangers' stories.
The hum of algorithms weaves a tapestry,
Threads of lives unraveling, intertwining.
Wars rage beyond the glass, bloodshed unseen,
Yet here I am, eyes fixed on the luminous abyss.
Digits dance, mocking my inertia,
Their binary whispers a curse upon my mind.
I neglect the tangible, the touch of sun-warmed skin,
Trading it for the cool glow of virtual existence.
Forever waiting, forever scrolling,
I seek solace in the electric hum of connection.
But oh, the irony—the more I consume,
The emptier this lifeless screen becomes.
Give me flesh, give me laughter,
Not just pixels and phantom notifications.
Let me break free from this digital echo,
And find meaning in the warmth of shared moments.
It is there to which we live,the beauty of one's heart.
The kindness,the joy,the love each of us share.
It is there deep in the heart we care not just for ourself's.
But others we tend to shed a tear or two because it is felt.
It is the beauty of one's heart to which we live even the bitterness.
But with love we still find a way to share what is deep inside.
That even a sad scene can make us cry the hurt or emotion we feel.
It is that of ourself's we make others believe we are even if not.
But down deep, it is the beauty of the heart we love most of all.
But even through our actions we see that you still care.
It is in each person the grace of God near, telling us to be nice.
But it is us being who we are that makes us so great then most.
Cause it is the beauty of the heart we love each other with care.
But most of all, it makes us human and not all have that love to share.
So be gentle with words and beauty of the soul we seek.
It is there we are fulfilled even in darkness a light shines from down deep.
But be of the heart cause is a most valuable access to life itself.
O, Soul where you reside?
Why are you hidden from view?
Oh, how much I wish to see you
So many unanswered question...
I hear a voice within
Stopping me whenever I am about to do something wrong
Is that voice yours o, soul?
Why you don't talk with me always?
Why only sometimes?
All scriptures state, seek to perceive the soul
You'll attain salvation
Soul trapped within will be liberated from bondage
Don't you want that to happen?
Who has stopped you from speaking?
Why would anybody do that?
O Soul, my true self
I know you exist
I can liberate you when I still my mind for long
Why has that been made so tough?
Is their someone who doesn't want your salvation
Our or rather my eternal bliss
Who is it?
And why does he want that?
Does God really love us?
If he did why is he not removing the delusion created by Maya
So many unanswered questions
in the mystery called life