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I have walked in the valley of the shadow of death, and I have feared great ill
And stumbled over stony ground, where surer feet have fell.
I’ve known the loss of guiding hand and mourned its steady hold,
and wandered in the desert place, beyond the shepherds fold.
My prayers have bounced from brass clad dome, to echo in the void,
my tears and cries unanswered, my faith and trust destroyed.
The bitter gall of emptiness, of wasted time and chance,
that choked the breath and stabbed the heart, with realizations lance.
The power above, no longer hears, the screams of mankind’s woe,
those omnipresent eyes of care, no longer watch below.
For in that place where heaven was, there sits an empty hall,
resounding every echo, of the cries and pleas of all.
The countless Gods, the Prophet hordes, the Holy men renowned,
lie unmarked in their wooden rooms, awaiting promised crowns.
Their statues bear this testament to all who look and stare.
If one of these knew truly God, why won’t his God declare?
How many thousand million lives, deceived by reverent fraud,
search in everlasting void, abandoned by their God?
What of the countless multitudes, who starve in barren fields,
Or die in futile battles, fought for other people’s greed?
Where is the justice where’s the right, where stand the meeker then?
The trite reply rings hollow from the lips of Holy men;
you cannot understand his ways, nor question God’s great plan.
Suffice to live, and then to die, a hope filled happy man.
Am I alone in asking, or wondering if it’s true,
Where is the God of Abraham and fiery furnace too,
this God that guided Israelites, from Egypt’s brutal hands,
and led the way, with power and fire, into a promised land?
Oh that I’d walked in Canaan’s fields, and spoken face to face,
and asked the burning questions, on behalf of mankind’s race.
Where did you go, why do we wait upon this tortured earth,
and Seeking God of truth and love, discovering only dearth.
Yet still I hope, and still I pray, not knowing if I’m heard,
and read and try to understand, the everlasting word.
A fool am I, apparently, to query mystic things,
to witness Faustian madness, and the pain religion brings.
Yet still the questions hang in space, their letters ten miles high,
For Who, and What, and When, and Where, and most important WHY?
Travel the pathway of my life,
Read the letters written in thoughts untold,
Bold memories and precious joys,
Inspirations who reveal my heart’s silence,
Mixed with rhythms of grace, hope and peace
Feelings who tempt souls to believe…
Yes, this is the moment when I feel gentle relief,
Wonderful that can amaze, wisdoms
Falling in waves, on seas of yesterdays,
Before I knew the way toward home, the way…
Through lights who silence and calm,
Soothing away shadows with a beautiful,
Resilient, brave enough to ride on the storm,
Inspiring the songs that are ever born
From tenderness, undefeated and believing…
Journey the trails who pass over the night,
Leaving reflections of stars glistening so alive,
Filling the heavens, erasing shadowy skies,
Promising moon’s flow will ever quiet the fear,
Rousing floods of feeling, glowing
Resting on the mountains and revealing all the hope
Discovered inside prayers who rightly believe…
Oh, yes, this is the grave of doubt and defeat,
Trapped in the struggle with misery so weak,
Echoing fragments of former dreams,
Lasting promises who bring the dread relief,
Desperate darkness who claims passion’s wings,
Grieving the spirit who will ever believe…
Speak of the endless moments we laugh,
Foretelling the joy, the elation, the gladness,
Glistening like dew on the rose’s frail shadow,
Welcoming the seasons with all their genius,
Shrewdly painting the memories with gentle stirrings,
Lingering on the kindness’, the victories, the silent winds
Who upset the oaks and pines, leaving gusts of joy behind,
Remembering the crackle of leaves as they embrace the earth,
Persuading the breathless kisses of autumn’s finger,
Gripping the heart, convincing even harvest time to keep believing..,
Yes, oh yes… just believe and don’t doubt
Believe in His kindness, His compassion and the reminder
That this is a love far stronger, far surer, far more alive
Than any power on this earth! Just believe in the One
Who lived and died and is awaiting those who hear His voice
In His heavenly home, where those who believe will one day go!
Never stop believing… He is forever forgiving and He is forever giving!
His saving grace is still open to those who simply believe HIM!
DOUBT NOT THAT I LOVE YOU II.
Darling, I know that I can't be absolutely perfect; for as a mortal, I have depravities in me,
Which will always and constantly antagonize me in trying to be the best that I want to be.
But with all of my human shortcomings and flaws, my love for you is surer than the blue,
And even if you'd harbour some doubts; please darling, doubt not that I do really love you.
It might be somewhat difficult to make you assured; for assurance is not so easy to give;
For we mortals are not sure of anything else save the selfsame moment in which we live.
Yet, with all my inability to completely convince you, I know that my feelings are very true;
And never would I debar you from having doubts; but darling, doubt not that I do love you.
Day by day, with words that stem from the depth of my heart do I show you how I do feel;
For if love at all exists here below, I am totally sure that the one I have for you is very real.
To make you see how I cherish you, I'm bereft of ideas and I really don't know what to do,
Maybe that's why your heart stores some doubts; but please, doubt not that I do love you.
I will never stop to tell you in patience how that my heart longs for you to be my only one;
For if you were myself, you will definitely fall for you; for your type of beauty is rarely born.
I'd not get tired of telling you everyday till you are able to comprehend and see it through,
And though you have some doubts at this moment; please, doubt not that I truly love you.
You really are very beautiful, by the moon and stars above do I swear this and I do not lie,
I haven't met or seen anyone like you before; your beauty amuses me, it is new to my eye.
Princess, not for the gratification of all my lustful fiery desires do I your tender heart woo;
For I know you have such thoughts which breed doubts; please, doubt not that I love you.
I cherish the sight of you; every time I catch a glimpse of you, my joy is filled to the brim,
For everything about you appeals and speaks to me; you really are the angel in my dream.
I'd break all of my rigid walls just to gain your love and I am in for this even if it is a taboo;
Yet, while you think about it having some doubts; please darling, doubt not that I love you.
Age is just a number
True, this axiom proves
Age, despite our thoughts
When we were so young
Is just that, a number…
It doesn’t make us ancient
It doesn’t make us pointless
It doesn’t make us redundant
Or reflect the silence of shadows
Falling over the ones past forty
Age is just a number, according to our birthday
It means we’ve passed the tests, the trials
That come to those who have lived and tried
Those who have given this life their best efforts
And know the meaning of a past… a past
That holds the attempts of a heart who has lived
Through sadness and pain, through fears and tears
Through the years that make us experienced in living
And – experienced in giving back to those who know
We are older now, but so much wiser and surer.
In our youth, we don’t understand
What it means to have lived a life
Seen the dawning of many more suns
Than the ones who are still holding onto
The belief that they’ll never see their way
Past the prime where they believe
That life is the very best, the charmed, the elite
What they fail to see, until they’ve lived
Through the years, past the tears and fears
Into the hopes and dreams of the tomorrow…
Is that life becomes better, more precious
More cherished and respected, more valuable
As the years peck away at the ego, the pride…
Destroying the shadows that struggle inside
There comes a calm, a peace, an abiding faith
The humble assurance that His love, His grace
His ways… are the only answers to our prayers
The only way to find true life, a life of happiness
A life that abides in the way, the truth, the life…
The wonder of wonders – Jesus Christ!
As I grow older and older, my spirit grows closer
To the One who has taken me across this life
With the assurance of Him by my side, my guide
Past the wonders of youth, the years of truth
And finally, now – into the wisdom of a maturity
That only requires me to know that I know…
The One who holds my heart and soul – the ONE
Who holds my hand as – on and on I go
Toward the moment when the end brings me
To the only real beginning there is… with HIM
Through eternity, forever praising!
August 27, 2022
I felt ashamed when I realized that, in fact,
Life is a masquerade party, where I stood without a mask,
I wandered with my uncovered face beneath the chandeliers,
Among specters and shadows hiding their secrets under false veneers.
In a vast hall, where echoes were hushed,
I, with my raw sincerity, like a secretive flush,
Watched them waltz, twirling in a tune’s embrace,
Their masks softly glinting under the lights and disgrace.
Alive, beneath their mask, was an unwritten story,
Hidden deep, like a treacherous wound, in all its fiery glory,
I looked, feeling the shame grow climatically within,
When I understood that unmasking was my only sin.
Looking at my empty palms, the missing rings,
Fear embraced me as if I were weaving illusions, not real things,
In this gathering, where no one is what they seem,
I now fear that without a mask, I'm a rare being on this dream’s seam.
It’s strange on this stage to be the only authentic actor,
Not wearing the same charm as the elastic imposters,
They play scripts they have no intention to write,
While I bleed dreams on the planks, in an act of bravery, without hypocrisy, stark and bright.
It’s hard to understand that, indeed, people adore the ball,
They dance a fake tango, a feigned happiness they install,
But I am bare, transparent, unmade-up, and warm,
I’ve revealed my heart in rhythms of undiluted sincerity’s form.
And the shame I feel blooms in my chest like a wound,
Seeing how everyone wears makeup and they seem to me so misaligned,
I now long to wear a mask too, though I’d be just a feather,
Flying through the vast halls, where facades dance together, all tethered.
I leave the party, thoughtful and with a leaden silence,
I retreat behind the curtains of night, to watch the stars, the moon's dalliance,
And yet, in my discreet darkness, I hope to find her,
Who, maybe, also hides behind a mask, waiting to lay it aside, to be surer.
Should I return, don a mask, or remain with an open face?
Should I play a role or always be raw and unchased?
I watch as the dawn unfolds and The Question within me remains unresolved,
While the rising sun illuminates an actor with body and soul unaltered.
The rhythm, quiet and swelling
Memories, breathing
Naivete through wonders
In sapphire, azure, passions
Alive on laughing mysteries, skies
Brilliant and alive – wise
Like the sunlight’s reflections
Pulsing with notes of musky
Forest scented rainbows,
In crisp, cool echoes – glimpses
Obsessed with the beautiful dream
Fascinating minds, memories
Alive with the panting cadence,
Patterns, epoch promises
In notes of kindness, gentling
The hues of mindless aliveness
Exquisite truths,
Paisley attractions, speckled
With grace, praying
For the faith to make this last –
This wonderful, blazing harmony
Shocking the spirit with the ability
To feel like innocence, childlike, simple
Before the darkness of adulthood
Misunderstood love, doubt
Revealed the silence that erases
Even the prayers that are spoken
Leaving hearts so broken
The rhythm, arriving just before the night
Beats in a tempo of insight,
Blessing the silence with a gifted intuition
The understanding, the perception –
Just knowing that this rhythm called life
Promises the spirit to abide
In the love that rains down in torrents
When a child remembers
His light illuminates the memory
Pasted across a heart, a soul
Glowing, glistening like stardust bright
With the kiss of beautiful,
The breath that raises up a faith
Far surer than the regularity
Heart’s pounding, echoing inside
Where His love speaks of eternity
Forever, the song that frees
Each soul from the devil’s snare,
Erasing dark with a light that begets
More love than the heart can hold
More hope than the soul has ever known
More faith than the spirit can exhaust
More light than the dark can silence
More grace than the fear can suppress
This is a blessing that will never go
Beyond the beautiful
That sings pulsing melodies to the soul,
So there is always the hope
That His song will inspire sincere gifts…
Love that never doubts or fears
Love that is more alive than tears
Love that changes a life,
Beginning the moment we die,
Bringing our selfishness into the light…
Because of His sacrifice!
Sometimes, breaking – there is a sense of God’s love
Stirring – bleeding through the shadows,
In silhouettes of gladness – a dance with the wonderful,
Silencing all the dark’s promises, remembering only
Soft trembling of an ache, the feeling
Falling around me in flames, fires fed by insecurities,
Fires fed by pain – this is the breaking that feels like
A hopeless need, pleading to be erased by the music of grace,
The music, played with truth and making a way for beauty,
Beautiful souls soothing…
Sometimes, a light – glistening with the joy, the experience
Knowing what it means to walk away, free from the mourning,
Embraced by the sound – like rain falling,
gentling the moments
When the feelings bleed into my spirit –
Whispering faith, singing of praise, prayers
Pleading for His wisdom, His way, His understanding embrace,
The music of a faith far surer – far more durable than I can think –
This is the faith that comes from knowing what it means to love,
Love without thinking – without any rejecting or neglecting,
Without regretting…
This is love, love from the heart who trembles to be adopted
By the spirit who I need, Him – The ONE, the spirit who needs only…
To be given the opportunity to give freedom – to give
Without reason, without any reason… perfect love, perfect freedom
Love so alive it feels like it is almost tangible, more than a feeling
Yet, never a possession – it is more than physical, more than eventual,
More than a blessing…
Even in my heart, the darkness clinging – fighting the temptations,
I resist so I can see the moment when my heart is met with His kiss,
The moment when I know Him better than I could have ever imagined,
Because He is the One my heart beats after –
the One my heart believes
Forevermore… He is the ONE I love with a heart that He chose,
a heart That He loves…
Even my heart knows – the miracle of God,
the miracle of overwhelming
Love!
Signs
In all that my eyes behold, I see such splendor.
In the waxing of the moon and the rising of the sun I see the signs.
In the sparkle of a star and the opulence of the clouds I see.
When a child is born and a mother cries with joy I see.
When the ocean caresses the shore and seagulls call, I see.
With every sight I take in my eyes are overwhelmed.
How can there be such beauty?
How is I can see such grandeur and deny the truth?
In all that my body can sense, I feel such majesty.
In the feel of silk on the skin, I feel the signs.
When I feel the touch of my husbands embrace I feel.
When I feel the texture of sand, each microscopic grain I feel.
How can there be so many experiences of touch?
How can I feel such humbling feelings and deny the truth?
In all that my mouth can taste, I savor such greatness.
In the freshness of milk straight from bosom of the cow I taste the signs.
In the exquisiteness of ripe melon on a hot day, I taste the signs.
In the intense tenderness of my husbands kiss I taste the signs.
How can there be such amazing tastes and always more to come?
How can I taste the experiences of the world and never be bored?
How can I taste of this life and deny the truth?
In the sound of thunder chasing the lighting, I hear the signs.
In the sound of water licking at stones in a brook, I hear the signs.
In the sound of the Adhan being called to the world, I hear the signs.
How can I hear such wonder and still not hear it all?
How can my ears experience the world yet there is never pure silence?
How can my ears hear all that is in this life and deny the truth?
In all that is to be sensed in this life, only Allah has created.
With every experience my body takes in my heart rejoices in reverence.
With every sign I encounter I know Islam is the truth.
I can not experience life and doubt you majesty and brilliance.
I have never been surer of anything as I am of Islam.
For it is in the signs that all is confirmed in my mind.
(Christ's nature pictured in a little child.)
Should Christ desire his nature known,
His manner so meek and mild.
Could he not take one of his own,
Reveal himself in a child?
Wide eyed in faith of things to come,
Resides in that heart so new.
A total trust in his Father,
With unreserved reliance too.
No doubt in motive concerning a friend,
Enters that mind so sweet.
In the child, you can depend,
The mirror of Christ to see.
Forgiving, always forgiving those,
With whom they have to do.
Loving everything around,
And, with enthusiasm too.
Esteeming no one really bad,
Or requiring work to do.
Children have hope and charity,
And smiles of thanksgiving too.
Could someone find a better way,
For Christ's love to be shown,
Except for Holy scripture, to say,
No better way is known.
In the child the effect of grace,
Is so clearly manifested;
While sinful human depravity,
Can hardly be detected.
Look in the world from end to end,
Searching as you may:
No surer picture can be found,
No purer judgment made.
Than in the beauty of the child,
One ever so meek and mild;
In whom love lies unconditionally,
And where there is no guile.
If this dear thought you don't believe,
Or dare not pursue:
Well, its no marvel at all to me,
Christ was once a child too.
Matt.18:3-6 "Verily, I say unto you, except you
be converted and become as little children,
ye shall not enter into the kingdom of
heaven.. Whosoever therefore shall humble
himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven, and whosoever
shall recieve one such little child in my name, recieveth me. But, who so shall offend one of
these little ones which believeth in me, it were better for him if a millstone were tied
around his neck and he were drowned in the bottom of the sea.
(Poem inspired by Braydon Ledbetter at age
of 1 Yr.)
Copyright © Lionel ... [2004-02-
Trapped in the wind, sheltering silence,
Bursting with grace – truth sighs,
Spirit’s music, pouring from the night,
Easy flow of yesterdays verity,
Gushing light over the moments,
Raining dew, stirring the purposes of shadows,
Who believe in the sun like the wind,
Dancing on the forest, brave
As the oceans who withstand the seasons,
Pleasant and reasonable,
Erasing the darkness with a grace
Beyond dreaming – tis’ mercy grieving…
Blessed by the moon’s wisdom,
Effortless rustling through the oaks,
Strong as the music from hearts who know,
Beyond the edge of the forests,
Where shadows, bold and brilliant,
Sing hope through each rainbow,
Melodies reminding every heart,
When light moves from its hesitant thoughts,
Trembling with laughter, on seas of fire,
Erasing fear – promising faith to the spirit…
It is a war between the sun and the moon,
Needless to say, the winner prays,
Convincing the wind that everything
Begins again – just beyond the hours
After the sun rises or sets,
Creating the fire that ripples through the heart,
Ending all regret,
Responding to the night
With whispers of graceful mists,
Who blend the dew with the tune,
Loving the truth, who wins in June,
Losing in February,
When the night remembers no more,
The beating of a heart who colors the night,
In the silence of snow piling up,
As the winter reveals the sanctity of shadows,
Who lift their gaze to smile,
Hesitant, shy…. Like the ghostlike rain
Who feeds the stars their glow,
Reassuring us all that even the stars must know,
Wherever the sun rises, wherever the moon shines,
There is a silent prayer answered….
It is all in God’s hands,
We’re all a part of His plan…
God guides the sun, the moon, the light,
Who remembers that grace is more beautiful,
When we don’t struggle and fight
Against the urgency of His tender touch,
The urgency of a love far surer than day or night,
A love that supplies the very best light!