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I think I can remember, maybe dreamed,
a bright green field one handsome summer day,
the Duke's blue tent resplendent with its flags,
his drummers practising for Festival,
a sense of things to come - that's happiness -
a chimera you're certain you deserve,
but, like the Jews in their Messiah-vigil,
you wait until the waiting rots your bones,
and in your heart concede it's not for you.
I don't see life as hopeless - goodness, no.
It's possible to wade through misery,
to cross, and clamber out the other side.
And work will help you do it. I don't love
my work. But I have reached accommodation.
A labourer is what I happen to be,
a cobbler, sir. A brandisher of tools.
The habit of work bestows dexterity,
an easy, nerveless knack of hand and eye,
but it takes back. I'm not so steady now.
I do not relish ladders. Spandrel work,
above head height, with cold paint dripping down,
is horror for an old man's finger joints.
I cover this blind wall with squares of meaning,
and - in my little way - I've changed the world.
I've taken a recalcitrant universe,
and branded it with purpose. My threefold
accomplishments are here before your eyes -
I overlap the figures, so, for depth,
the satisfying quadrilaterals,
the bloom I give to human flesh. Yes, these.
But these themselves are far from unheroic.
Encountering nothingness, I've used it up,
and spent it. These, my children, will survive
me. Ah, the plaster's ready. It won't wait.
I'll use the daylight that remains to me,
sir, by your leave, for these December days
allow no tarrying. Thanks for your pains.
So, look about below! One coming down.
Just stop and look around you
something special is happening beside you
Look beyond the valley and the hill and
Nature will digest your will,
The earth is cooling and the water
Is washed back into the sea
and the wind is in harmony with me
Time has cast a shadow upon the shore
And patience is knocking heavily on the door
The trees are standing at the edge of the lake
And the water is bursting through the gate
Everything happen so quickly and the sadness
In their eyes starts to fade away
And all of a sudden it was a brand new day
The moment when the plane crossed the East
The people looked in space and start to weep
Everything they had ever dreamed of
Unfold in living colors in front of their eyes
Stop and look around you
The universe is asking about you
And the world is coming to see you
Cherish the moment when it comes
and embrace it with dignity and don't run
Those moments cannot be brought back to life
You have made lots of sacrifice
There is a special covering over my head
And all the targets has fallen to the bottom of the well
The universe is tarrying with me
and love will fall on bended knees
But the universe will take you around the world
And the moment will come alive
and it will appear in the middle of the sky.
Cherish the moment that walks with you
Everything will come right back to you.
There is a special moment waiting for thee reach out
and embrace it with dignity.
Centered around ephemeral shapes,
Now—shapeless now—flailing—
Yellows, blues, oranges and reds,
Heat eating what surrounds it till it Can no more—eyes—in the fire. . .
The way life moves toward danger,
And eyes watch closely,
Growing and slackening,
Distant singing and laughter. . .
The fires that hear stories of the ancient ways,
Tarrying through the tales,
The coldness of the wild behind their backs,
Smoke reaching toward starlit wonderlands. . .
I hear resilience in the horror—
And in the unison of kinship,
Bodies moving closer to one another,
As the eyes at last close against the coals
2.13.20
Note: I wanted to play with a little fire today.
I wanted to write "Smoke reaching toward starlit wonderlands" but didn't feel I had room... however, I wanted to make it clear that the smoke hasn't made it there to that starlit wonderland...just like we reach toward the stars but don't quite get there sometimes. I hope that makes an ounce of sense, and I don't know why that makes me emotional and that it's so important to me, but I felt the need to share...
Anyway, sending love to all and extra warmth today, wherever you may be.
Love, Laura
I remember so vividly, ...
a breathtaking lush verdure only you
and I knew; our no man's land. Our fairytale
may have ended but the memories
we created there linger on!
We walked arm-in-arm
amid tufts of grass and tarrying dandelions;
unconscious of time. We felt comfortably
at home there, a most welcome respite from
all the madness of the day!
I remember how young we felt
running through the wide-open plains
chasing butterflies. Good times did roll!
We were like children lost in paracosm.
Who knows how our haven looks now?
Oh, how we used to seize precious moments
dancing under the midday sun; It couldn't be
more liberating! I wish I could relieve
the experiences with you once again!
I miss them like drought misses rainfall!
Thesaurus - Abandon or Abandoned Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by A Dear Heart
Date Written: 06/14/2020
For you and only you, my love, I’ll wait.
I’ll wait through evening’s dusk to early dawn.
On corners or at stations; by my gate
I’ve waited - and at night with curtains drawn.
The hands of time keep moving, stroke by stroke.
My calendar I’ve marked and then remarked.
What muse of tempering may I invoke
to cool these everlasting flames you’ve sparked?
Please come to me, unholy knight of love!
I cling to threadbare promises you made.
My tarrying I've grown so weary of
while off again you go on some crusade.
Fine gallant you are not, but - oh, perverse!
A heart grown fonder lingering is my curse.
(What I should have written to an old crush of mine
whose modern day crusades consumed his life!)
March 28 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 7-10
Key Verse – 1Samuel 7:3 And Samuel spake unto all the house of Israel, saying, If ye do return unto the LORD with all your hearts, [then] put away the strange gods and Ashtaroth from among you, and prepare your hearts unto the LORD, and serve him only: and he will deliver you out of the hand of the Philistines.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENABLES US
TO RETURN UNTO HIM WITH ALL OUR HEARTS
Praise be to God for enabling us to return unto Him with all our hearts as we:
Praise Him with salvation gladness
Put away strange gods
Pray with sincere goal
Pursue service graciousness
Persevere along stewardship governance
1Samuel 8:7 Praise be to the Lord Who
warns us not to reject Him by:
Turning away from His truth
Taking treats against His testimony
Teaching doctrines never trustworthy
Tarrying in the enemy’s territory
Trusting self during trials for triumph
1Samuel 9:27 Praise be to the Saviour for
showing us the Word of God with His:
Mighty strength powerfully
Majestic honour providentially
Merciful goodness persistently
Magnanimous grace profusely
Meaningful dealings purposefully
1Samuel 10:9 Praise be to the Almighty for
giving us another heart, divinely transformed to:
Seek His righteous approval
Serve Him readily and acceptably
Spread His redemption-assurance
Sacrifice to Him with respect and appreciation
Stay in His restoration of rejuvenating authority. Amen!
March 28, 2024
Where does laughter go
when it's done?
What becomes of joyful sounds
that are spun?
Do those waves fly off
and tarry somewhere,
to another dimension,
or just hang in midair?
Does that energy know
when there's someone in need?
Does it rush down to save them
at breakneck speed?
'I needed that laugh'
I will hear someone say
as their soul is replenished
to get through one more day
If such is the case,
and I could be wrong,
then it seems it's been tarrying
for far too long
The demand is so great
but the workers are few
and spread out so thin
it takes time to get through
As I scan the horizon
and search the skies
for something familiar
with tearful eyes
And a heart that is heavy
from all that I see
I wait for the laughter
to come back to me
© Mike Wise
3-20-23
Peter and I are together and we’re in a grove.
Time is our treasure, precious and dwindling.
I watch for signs of the future unfolding,
like a twitch that might be the first sign of a stroke.
Answers will come - slowly - or they’ll parachute in from nowhere.
We spend a lot of time together but most of it is spent studying.
We both have silences that shouldn’t be penetrated.
I have so many questions, but I keep them at a safe distance,
so I don’t feel the need to interact with them.
All I know is we’re alive, and we still have to dance.
It's not always fun, operating in the face of uncertainty
but what else can we do - except go through the motions?
“When exactly did the world lose its collective mind?” I asked, reading the news on my iPad.
Peter looked up from the book he was highlighting with a phosphorescent pink pen.
“They’ve found toxic metals in CHOCOLATES. Everywhere.” I announced, like that Poe bird.
“I guess we’re canceling chocolate then,” he said, sarcastically, “we’ll adapt.”
“Yeah, you bet.” I said with genuine irony.
Teardrops born from
inflamed elated eyes.
Fetuses of euphoria
slips and slide down
thy cheeks for they
are genuine touch
that emblazon the
trail upon the abyss
of thy bosoms bare.
Come o thee, thy
desirous flames
and quench the
ardor of my thirst
that wanes in an
ancient domain of
soulless wanderers
tarrying for release
into a realm that is
yet unclaimed and
hail me beyond the
clutches of myself,
virgining an instilled
wonder. Venturous
being to be sprung
into the glory of the
true light, and then
stretch yonder from
this firmament hold
and embolden upon
a righteous climb to
heights unknown so
at the appointed tryst
with destiny, burst at
first, a tight existence
of brevity, ere I then
explode my essence
as an unfurling verse
of a red florentine for
eyes to behold and
breaths to yield into
submission, captives
that toys with their
emotions. Preying
upon fickle souls that
meanders yon my
presence, for I am a
simple soulless oddity
in their life.
Date: 06/16/2019
March 21 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 29-31
Key Verse –1Samuel 30:8 And David enquired at the LORD, saying, Shall I pursue after this troop? shall I overtake them? And he answered him, Pursue: for thou shalt surely overtake them, and without fail recover all.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GOOD PURSUIT-OVERTAKER
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst faults of weakness
Thank You for Your peace, upholding me through Your calmness
With Your presence favouring me by Your uprightness
To overcome adversaries’ attacks toward fruitlessness.
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst fears of scarcity
Thank You for Your provisions, filling me against poverty
With Your grace assuring me with Your bounty
To smite battling insecurity and crises-uncertainty.
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst folly of worldly shame
Thank You for Your plan, pulling me from destructive game
With Your power extinguishing grievous distress-flame
To conquer captivity of selfishness and slothfulness’ blame.
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst fainting of conviction
Thank You for Your pressing, taking me away from spoiling affliction
With Your healing delivering me against illness’ destruction
To win against sickness and feelings of desperation.
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst frustration of fleshly driving
Thank You for Your preservation, restoring me toward divine thriving
With Your mercy making me recover from worthless striving
To vanquish pride’s salutation that hinders spiritual reviving.
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst futility of tarrying in vain
Thank You for Your protection, guarding me from quitting strain
With Your victory enabling me toward faith-gain
To face threats that unbelief brings along service-terrain.
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst failures of drawing Your Bible-sword
Thank You for Your providence, fastening me to Your loving cord
With Your wisdom upholding me to publish Your Word
To solve problems caused by forsaking Your truths’ record.
March 21, 2023