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Father?
Have You looked at us lately?
We're so far away
And so full of hate, for each other.
Father?
Have You listened much lately?
The things that we say
Make my head hang in shame and disgrace.
Father?
Are You reading the papers?
The things that are written
Make me think that we're smitten with pride and conceit.
And Father
Will You be voting?
The people on both sides are hoping
Sure hoping You see things their way?
Father?
Have You seen Your house lately?
They're pretending You're there while pretending to care.
Acting like they've got it all worked out/shadow boxing the air.
Scoring each round and,
Strutting and hawking our wares.
Father
The children are dying.
Mothers are crying.
No one seems to care.
Father?
Do any lives really matter?
It seems like the mad hatter is debating the wind with the Hare.
Father?
Seems like we trust in the voting booth more than the closet of prayer.
Father?
Are You paying attention?
Guess I failed to mention
We're in the express lane so hurry?
Father?
Can You take my order I called in advance?
Like the genie in the bottle.
And please hurry when You get the chance.
.
Father?
After all this
Are we too far gone?
What have we missed?
And Father,
We're so good at judging
And telling You just where we think You need to be.
Father,
It's easy to see when it's someone else not me.
And
How do we find our way home?
And
Have we been gone too long?
And
Do You still care?
Are you still there?
Are we all alone?
Please take us home to the 51st psalm?
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Create . . . in me, a clean heart
Renew a right spirit in me.
Don't throw me away
Teach me Your ways.
Let me love my enemies the way that You say.
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Jesus?
When did I see You cold?
When did I see You hungry?
When did I visit You
In prison?
Did I pass You by on the side of the road?
Was I too busy watching the show?
Let me be
Meek poor in spirit and kind.
Let me be a peacemaker.
Let my message be
Jesus Christ, Him crucified.
Father?
Have You looked at us lately?
I'm sure hoping and hoping,
That You've still got plenty of Grace.
Set free from my bones I am one with Jesus.
Evading the end I pray to my father above and Trust in Jesus as my savior.
Knitting skies to the spine I sent the clouds into my mind.
Walking on water my master did that I am bowing to him and Trusting in his Grace.
Faith is trusting in what we cannot see and believing in hopes promised to us from above.
My King will return this I am sure.
Shadow boxing the thunder brothers in my dreams I am safely home with Jesus.
Reading Paul's words I am convinced he spoke the words of God.
Love will win this cosmic battle I know Love will win.
Autumn is my doggy she is with Jesus now in my mind. Buddy too and Legacy my kitten.
Dad Is with Jesus too and his dad and my moms parents too and all who pass I believe go to Jesus.
How can a baby be lost we are all once babies before God.
Love must win we must get a great amazing ending right?
Trust in Jesus always Trust in Him forever.
Love is inside of my heart everyone is coming home.
Big Family reunion we will no longer mourn.
Death will be defeated when He brings us all home together.
I love you Jesus thank you for being my best friend I never deserved a friend as good as you thank you so much for visiting me in my dreams all these years. Please never leave me Jesus you are my one True God. I Praise you Jesus for such amazing dreams of hope and even the nightmares that make cling to you all the more. Anna is my friend from forever too.
In the bustling halls of workplace,
there lies a quiet enmity hidden in plain sight.
A simmering rivalry that runs deep,
whispers behind closed doors and furtive glances that never meet.
On the surface, all seem polite and cordial,
but beneath the shining sheet of professionalism
lies a devious inferno.
The backbiting, the petty squabbles,
all serve to undermine a collective goal.
We pretend that all are in this together,
but the fact is far more guileful, much harder to bear.
For as long as this hidden enmity persists,
we can never truly reach our full potential or even hope to coexist.
©Chitra Arun
Shadows 9-22-23
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Shadows
Living in ethereal shadows of compassion,
In profiles of grace,
Mercy overshadows stumbling stones
Revealed in a lens of benevolent focus
To eclipse blisters of ebony shades
With wispy balms of healing from raining penumbras,
No longer shadow boxing with bruising lacerations.
Shadows of grace pursue cutting eclipses
And wraps golden coronas of clarity
Around impenetrable guilt, treachery and betrayal,
Forgiveness foreshadowed in rising cumulous mists
Chasing cringing palls back into impotent hollows
Creating translucent patterns of favor
In delicate dews of lotus clour.
Ever present living pierced hands of agape,
In crimson shadow’s continual canticles,
Engulfs dark demon wraiths with pure mystery
And with silhouettes of the eternal Eden
Reveals perpetual truth –
No shadow can with withstand
The incense of everlasting grace.
while shadow boxing
sometimes
i kept on
moving dancing and
a prancing
just bouncing
off the ropes
in my imagination and
suddenly i caught
my opponent shadow off guard
standing flat footed
so i use
the sweet science of boxing
with some
stiff jabs plus
some body shots
back up to the head
then the overhand right
that knocked
my shadow out cold
yeah ten feet off the ground
towards outer space
well
i just kept on dancing.
sticking and moving
popping the jabs with my gloves
weaving in and out
quick-lightning hand speed
toe-to-toe
man-to-man
the sweet science
inside the boxing ring
still, lives inside of me
The first time I lost my mind,
I was standing in the rain.
The second time the song remained the same.
My brother told me all you’ll ever need is family,
Then he walked away and was never seen again.
And that old record always skip the exact same place,
33 1/3, or 45, or even at 78.
It only skips when it’s raining.
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My daddy taught me how to never care.
My mother taught me how to talk to the ones that were not there.
Yet I’m still looking every time and everywhere.
And life has taught me not to trust the ones that say they care.
And all my black eyes came from shadow boxing in the air.
.
So I walk away,
And I don’t cry.
Spend my days and my nights,
Practicing goodbye.
Goodbye can only hurt you when it’s raining.
The stakes are being raised.
Mistakes are being made.
And the song remains the same it never changes.
That old record always skips at the same old place.
And I guess it’s time to say goodbye it’s raining.
... first time I lost my mind I was standing in the rain.
Each time the song remained the same.
If I could only whet my mind,
And simply turn the page.
My will is ill, sick, sick, sick
with gut-full of menace and bile.
Tongue-tied, anger locked-up inside
I stayed on the high-side.
and let my vicious stinging reply slide.
My rehearsals all played-out internal.
Oh what doozies I had in store,
pre-recorded for live slap down.
But the tempest taunt stayed indoors
shadow-boxing, shouting out insults
to mirrored walls and glass ceilings
It was good to lance the boil, pus expelled.
The hallowed high ground can be a lonely place
where restraint quells the struggle locked-in.
The squirm and fraught fight fades to frustration
by doggedly accepting that I made the right decision.
On another day, things stored away
will surface in a considered way.
Be calmer, let Karma's retribution gel
Bring it on!
Greek mythological
drama flourishes,
nee thrives within
noggin of yours truly
gods and goddesses
sporting Hellenic origins
purportedly cavort
higgledy-piggledy
rampantly running ragged
ruminative raconteur
resultant rueful end product
wreckage of present day me
chafing amidst yesteryear's adversities
shadow boxing doppelganger nemesis
fetus in fetu maintaining stranglehold
choking ability to breathe
unsuccessful roundup eradication
resultant mailer daemons
ruling the roost
time and again professional
therapy exorcised futility
psyche plagued with said
crudely sketched hobgoblins
permanently lodged within
fifty plus shades gray matter
mein kampf analogous to siege
and/or civil war
abductor and hostage
terrorist versus negotiators
one and the same person
ideal fecund environment
irresistible nasty brutes
unwilling to forsake
golden opportunity
passive languishing helpless
antisocial bumbling creature
mandate decreed heir extinguished
sentenced eventually commuted
life without parole lifetime
metaphorically imprisoned harsh
punishment solitary confinement
crime synonymous equalled
chance happenstance ovulation
nsync with seminal linkedin
fertilization, impregnation, parturition
essentially random appalling dice throw
courtesy biological roulette
automatic defacto malefactor
abstractly describes lifelong
condemnation, humiliation, ostracization
hence if nothing else
no shortage writing material.
‘When did you last see me’?
It was a Tuesday
I changed your diaper.....I can still smell your poop.
‘And then’?
You at four, your little hand tugging me into love.
At six, finger-painting;
my garish face splashed onto blank paper,
eye’s googly-bright like crazy suns.
‘I don't remember that’.
You at ten years old
when I dragged you to school
after the bullying.
‘Yea, you scared everyone’.
The long treks we took over moors and rocks.
Dawn til dusk, each trying to out distance the other,
until I would relent, and you would shrug
as if you were not even tired.
‘I wasn’t’.
Your sixteen-year-old smirk as you lied to me
about everything.
Your seventeen-year-old drugged isolation.
You, graduating inside of a camera I held up
to cover my face.
Saw you last, of course, at the airport,
it was a Wednesday.
‘Maybe I and the grandchildren will get
to America soon’.
Make it soon kid,
I’m running out of shadows.