Long Sensitivity Poems
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He is interested in more than
The enormous happenings
Like worries and wars, weakness’
Darkness that shadows
Even the most beautiful thoughts
He cares about the little things
The flowers, the moon and the stars
The sunlight flickering through the trees
The mountains, the seasons, the winds
The joy that comes from His gentleness
He listens to the smallest prayer
For a promise that lives to become
A actuality as wonderous as a dream
A truth that survives every dread
A breath of hope within the spirit
He stirs up the inspiration and wishes
Of a heart who is alive with sensitivity
Magnificent faith that falls on souls
Who know that His love is eternally
Blessing everyone who truly believes
He shares His Holy Spirit with the one
Who knows that He lives inside, abiding
On the heart who feels so close to Him
Accepts the love He gives with praise
That comes from the spirit of sweet grace
He leaves the mind questioning His embrace
The love that comes from a tender gift
Comfort so soothing it feels like a chance
To reach beyond the world into the heavens
Where He shines His light always and forever
He sends down His love to those who know Him
And feel His presence with them in every prayer
Through every scripture reading, each devotion
He lingers on the thought of one who knows He is
Alive within the heart and soul, always so earnest
He will never leave the heart who knows His love
Is the one thing that makes life seem so good
It is the hunger for His kindness that stirs fires
Of passionate yearnings – desire for His miracles
Brought to life inside the soul who sincerely believes
He listens to the big prayers and the small prayers
He never turns a deaf ear to those who are heartfelt
Prayers that lift the spirit with generosity and altruism
The thoughtfulness of those who love without conditions
Because they listen to the One who hears the prayers they send Him!
John 14:18 (KJV) I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.
April 7, 2022
Ebullient ecstasy cascades carefree
in the winding valley of the teeming time,
changes the tenuous tenor with the reflection
of the chromatic sky in the overflowing palette,
painting the proclivity parchment
with the hues of delighted dawn and dulcet dusk.
On the sensuous convivial canvas of unification,
the emotive artist draws converging contours,
paints the poignant panorama of sensitivity,
where the diverse psychic elements mingle,
perceiving the vibrant essence so long ignored.
Life then turns into the epitome of euphoria.
The mystique miasma of transcendent trance
envelops within the innate mental mantle
the merging perceptions of righteousness,
the contrasting cascade of intuitive persona,
passing through the changing channels carved
in the shifting sands of the stimulating time.
With the multicolored sensory strands
of the possessive passion pervasive,
the mesmerized mind intertwines introspectively
the frail filaments of faith to form
the mental motif shrouding things dismally distant.
Life then turns into the essence of emotion.
As the anastomosing river flows fervent
with the dislodged sediments of the denuded banks,
meets the seamless sea in the timeless terrain,
the mariner mind sails benign with the flow of rapture,
deposits the debris of the wrecked wasteland.
Life then turns into the confluence of consciousness.
I can kick this off my bucket list
Finally, I have the ring
That satisfies my wildest dreams
He is, ultimately, my husband
The one who makes me smile
The heart who shares my life
The joy that always inspires
He is, at last, my heart’s hope
The one who gives me peace
Awakens my spirit to believe
Calms my worries and frees
He is, tentatively, the passion
Caressing my naked yearning
Arousing my sense of purpose
Creating in me, a light of faith
He is, completely, the one I need
To bring my life beauty and ease
Sensations of creativity that allow
Me to grow and develop sensitivity
He is the answer to my prayers
The one who shows me he cares
The breath that keeps me gasping
For the air that keeps my love flowing!
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November 8, 2020
The feeling of impulsive sensitivity, the beginning,
the search for the meaning of emotion, the end.
When I am at their thresholds at the edge of twilight,
my mind sinks in turmoil, unexpressed.
When the day’s last wind begins to blow,
I see in the corridor of past my shadow lengthen,
saunter on the footprints buried under dust,
while the road to the future waits to be walked.
Life’s story written in tome of assorted episodes,
at the end of a sad chapter I have to decide,
if I would turn the page or close the book.
I choose to read on until I am in the last page.
Seized by the urge of expression the imaginative mind
enthuses my muse to encapsulate the fixation,
that transforms the creative passion into words,
flowing with ebullient surge with the joy of poetry.
At the crossroads of self-searching journey,
I refuse to silently crumble in loneliness,
but tread the moonlit path with dreams.
If it wasn’t for poetry I wouldn’t have risen from dust.
(9/23/14)
Born deaf and not a sound to be heard
Sign language was her only words
Longing to hear any sound at all, even the bouncing of a ball
To know what it would be like to hear a robin sing
And the sounds of early spring.
She learned to read lips and could feel the vibrations of musical sounds.
The sensitivity in her fingers had gotten so good
That the music she understood.
She found that the guitar vibrations she could feel more
And it opened up a brand new door.
Her mother saw the joy that the guitar did bring
So she bought a guitar with everything.
The amplified speakers did rock the floor
Even through her closed door.
She learned to play guitar and write music too
And showed the other children just what to do.
Soon afterwards she created a band in the
SCHOOL FOR THE DEAF and showed others that there is no such thing
As HANDICAPPED, and that only happens when you turn your back.
HOPE, FAITH, LOVE
silent prayers
common sense
drives a sensitivity
in me
so I see what I feel
deep inside of me
it touches my soul
and if I have to cry
I chose to pour
it on out in my silent
through my
silent prayers
silent prayers
I don't need to shout
to God to hear me
if he gave me a heart
he sure will always listen
to it beat
cos I can feel his touch
in nature
it gaves my soul a healing
that I need pass on to life
so when you see my silent
sometimes am on with
silent prayers
silent prayers
nowadays the world
looks bright on the eyes
that only see themselves
on the eyes that see yet
remains blind in their sight
they don't see humanity
yet they need it
they are sort sighted on the
part of truth yet they need
to hear it
the world is bitter
yet a sugar Cain for
them
cos if they don't devalue
they got no profit
and that bleeds down on us
yes us the people
no wonder I have this
silent prayers
silent prayers
I don't need a temple
to be truthful in life
I don't need a holy chapel
to define good from bad
the feeling says a lot
even when we remain blind
in reality
forgive me God
when am weak
when I curse
when I teach
when I give
when I see
cos all I see
bring me always
speaking with you
always in my
silent prayers
am just a human
a flesh bone and blood
*This is my own issue, just needing to vent, nothing more:
I have had enough of the lies and games
Unfairness that plagues some people’s minds
With no regard for others, even if cheating is involved
Conscience blown away with the wind
No leaves on the trees standing stark all around
Bare souls left to face the consequence of others
Bark peeling like layers of confidence, broken down
Tainting people’s dreams in the corners of minds
Hope fades because souls are born with sensitivity
We are human and respect is necessary to maintain unity
Life is not a game to play, creativity is not a move to make
Power is not the answer, but truth and justice will prevail!
Heidi Sands
10/4/19
Fireflies laugh across the meadow
Twinkling joyfully, exhilarating
Spelling amazement through the night
In sparkles of wonder and delight
Breathless stars sparkle hopefully
Dancing through the darkness, wistful
Creating a promise of gentle reveries
Brought alive on the heart’s brilliance
Hues of soft melodies touch the spirit
Coloring the soul in splendid wisdoms
Whispering tenderly through the shadows
Lifting thoughts to think of all the gladness
Night falls pleasantly on the glowing horizon
Teaching love and peace to all who see it
Capturing the mind in shades of inspiration
Dreaming beyond the dusk into the dawn
Great waves of melancholy fall with the dew
Praising the rose and oak with kindness
Eclipsing the life of earth with sensitivity
Who knows that nightly prayers bless fully
Touching the naked thoughts of those who love
Beyond their own recognition and assurance
Comes a warm and welcome hope for the light
Who will dry the dew and paint the world in hope
Morning sings a song of praise that reveals love
Who opens hearts to believe and trust so much
They aspire to be the ones who give generously
With hearts beating out tunes of glory and grace
Listening to the echoes of hope, faith and love
As they open up the heart to memories of joy
Abiding inside the ones who know God’s Son
Is the One who brings this peace beyond knowing
Peace that breathes … peace that needs no teacher
Peace like this comes from knowing…. Jesus
The One who brings us through the pain and grief
Out of the darkness, into the light of gentle grace
I don’t answer
intensely personal questions people ask
for these shreds to pieces what is truly me
the pieces are of no use to them though.
The effort seems to be out of veiled envy,
incisive curiosity or even to subtly insult.
I am forced to uncover and introspect
ask myself why I am under their prying lens.
My life’s energy dissipates reorganizing
the dislodged pieces in place once again.
I don’t react
when caustic comments people make
on the manner I behave odd to them
or on the way I do or don’t do things
for them on asking or even for myself
for these are innate traits I am born with
discarding or changing which for their sake
or walk on their footsteps they set would be
to dispense with a vital part of my psyche
and to exist as a void entity of no identity.
I don’t demonstrate
the feeling of appreciation articulately enough
if people do something good to me sometimes
for that action appears an expression overdone
deceptively laden with fake display of gratitude
which in essence hides the tacit expectation
that the good done is what is deserved and due.
When for this trait people criticize my sensitivity
a part of my mind inherently obliged though
is tortured to premature and painful demise
I can’t endure for I don’t deserve the treatment
and aims to maim a part of my bruised persona
I can’t rejuvenate for it does no longer respond.
People tell me, I have gone or going mad.
I tell them, yes, if self-preservation is madness.
That’s why I am alive still
as a mad man at my will.
I tell myself, so let it be.
August 1, 2017.
1 Corinthians 13:13 - And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
Faith is the answer to our heart’s prayers
For a reason to breath inspiration through
The soul who longs for more than words
More than deeds – more than mere dreams
The soul who yearns for a strength and peace
That comes from listening to the Holy Spirit
Whispering faith into our hearts and souls
Hope is the answer to our fears of failure
The ones that cause us to worry and agonize
Over things we can’t control, change or trade’
For better things like happiness, joy and inspiration
Hues of heavenly grace that exceeds our expectations
For a light that would shine through the night
Dancing in reflections of gentle hope that beckons
Love is the answer to our spiritual suspicions
The ones that erase our laughter and smiles
Find a way to paint darkness across our lives
Finally, love brings to life the assurance that it
Can warm the coldest heart with feelings of serenity
Enlighten the cloudy doubts and encourage souls
To believe in the One who lived and died for love
These three,… faith, hope and love – were sent to us
On a promise from above that we would be given
All we need to live our lives in unison with His voice
Recognizing the joy that comes from always listening
To the One who created us and makes life worthwhile
Giving us the sensitivity to enjoy His love with a smile
Of thanks and praise which rises from the humble heart
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