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13.
You are the one I shall ever adore,
I hear your love song deep within my core,
with you, I shall find my way through love’s door.
From your wonder, my love shall never part,
you are glory, in the joy of my heart,
you are the one who does make my love start.
You are the glory of all of my days,
before your temple, I now kneel in praise,
within the joy of passion, love displays.
You are love’s star, that is shining so bright,
you shall ever shine, Heaven’s brightest light,
my Valentine queen, throughout gentle night.
We sing in the dawn of love’s midnight hue,
glory I know when love’s door we walk through.
14.
Glory I know when love’s door we walk through,
within God’s timeless sea, we love so true,
within the bright stars, I will dance with you.
Let me sing the song that we do adore,
together, we stand on the starlight shore,
forever we are a part of love’s lore.
Come, my love, I hold you in love’s embrace,
I feel your desire, I know your love’s grace,
before Luna’s gaze, your beautiful face.
Love is your song, ever shall it echo,
your love, the dream that sets my heart aglow.
We lie together where love’s breezes blow.
Oh, my beloved, our love is so true,
love is the song I ever sing for you.
15.
Love is the song I ever sing for you,
painted on a night sky with a golden hue,
glory I know, for I do love you,
In the morning when our dream it is done,
I lie alone in the light of the sun.
I wait for the night when our love is won.
You are forever the light of my dream,
you are my wonder, my glory supreme,
we come to share love, by the starlight stream.
Come, my beloved, we stand by love’s shore,
together, forever, we open love’s door,
you are the one I shall ever adore.
Glory I know when love’s door we walk through,
love is the song I ever sing for you.
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(At the tomb)
I had some relationships outside marriage,
So I knew that the temple very religious,
Didn’t represent truth and love’s carriage,
Which seemed independent with impetus.
Love was within you, inside your heart,
And you were free to give it, your choice,
But that to make it into a law to impart,
Would only give you far louder of voice.
So I knew Jesus’ way was so much better,
Than life at the moment, rich edification,
Which quietly between me and my brother,
Got me down, made me need ministration.
So I gave the baton to Jesus partner, mum,
Determined society’s mind for Jesus’ right,
To live on in minds and in the hearts, tum,
To accentuate the poor as needy of height.
In the aether where stars weave lace from silver threads and sighs,
I see love dripping like a rain of light over divine gardens,
And my soul, a traveler among constellations of longing and unspoken whispers,
Floats like a cosmic butterfly through galaxies of hidden feelings.
Chestnut trees unfold their green palms to the sky that drips tears of dew,
While linden trees intertwine their prayers in the aromas of a new symphony,
And I, lost in this celestial garden where time flows in spirals,
Gather in trembling hands essences of dreams and astral perfumes.
Roses weave their stories in vivid purple and evening whispers,
When the ocean above pours out its sadness one last time,
Carrying in its waves of stars the fragments of a shattered love,
Seeking its way through the labyrinth of memory to forgotten realms.
Under old walnut trees that shake their shadows over my scattered thoughts,
I see how infinity weaves its web from threads of longing and sweet mornings,
While the wind whispers stories about the eternity of love,
Finding shelter in the cosmic temple of endless becoming.
Oh, how the universe dances to the rhythm of this boundless love,
When the celestial blue paints its dreams on the pages of the soul,
And divine peace descends gently over the cosmic garden of feeling,
Where time stops to listen to the eternal poem of immortality.
Now, as stars intertwine their rays with my burning tears,
I feel how love transcends the space between reality and whispers of saints,
And my soul becomes one with the great symphony of the starry sky,
Where each constellation is a love story that has not been forgotten.
A Wedding Day
Cleaning the church is a privilege.
I go every Saturday, humbly to serve.
It is not a boast, it is small gratitude paid,
for all that is received.
A tiny offering to a plate filled with blessings,
ever provided by… Him!
There will be a wedding, today.
Two people will come together before God.
They will hold hands at the front.
Our preacher will say the words.
The Honored Lord, will preside above all,
Believers and unbelievers,
worshipers and wanderers.
This time will be a great time,
to celebrate, and remember…
God’s presence in our lives, is beyond our knowing.
We can only kneel and pray,
Not more than,
children.
This morning as I pull the vacuum across the rough carpet,
traversed by sinners and those forgiven by blood,
I ask the Lord to Bless this family.
All those that come here to this place,
Your house,
Your temple,
One truth!
Let them feel YOU here!
Let them seek Your face, and know your grace…
Prayers for the wedding couple, starting out their life.
Prayers for the preacher and his loving wife.
Prayers for those that come to pray the very needs of our every day…
Cleaning is good work, and praying makes it easy.
Knowing that others will come, sit and listen, (sing, dance and be saved)
makes it more, and even so… an honest opportunity
to scrub the rug.
God has set before you Jesus the son of man
given him his power the only one who can
Jesus walked on water and legions overthrew
healed every illness did as was sent to do
Few have little comprehension of his gifts to men
how they are empowered when Jesus lives within
to be the Sons of God have his Light shine through
understand his Words and it's energy imbue
God has given treasures the inheritance of Son
that they become like master God's Beloved One
they are under tutors until they understand
the meaning of his rulership and in it's service stand
The Sovereigns of the nations do their leadership abuse
are corrupt in practice and righteous judgment do refuse
the takers of bribes and justice do pervert
on the path to the top care not who they hurt
Solomon gave his heart to know folly and wisdom
every Son of God will into this knowledge come
for God will in his kingdom have only those who serve
as only those who walk in Love treat others as deserve
The working of the Secret since garden was foretold
that a government by God determined in days of old
God has chosen the weak and those the world despised
that they should bare his image to Jesus rank will rise
All governments and nations in adversary's hand do stand
to our Lord did offer them for act of worship did demand
Jesus refused the offer , devotion to his Father True
prophetic Word of God this world already overthrew
Arise oh sleepers do open eyes and rise
throw down the World and sever all your ties
understand what is written the King is drawing near
war is coming to the World collect he will whats dear
Jesus has built his Father's temple with many gem and stone
descend it will from heaven within his throne will home
God is collecting from man his priests and Kings
they will govern from his temple dispense his holy things
The nations to the temple for instruction will come
with the adversary gone Light can shine on everyone
you must choose your side before God's war ensues
for your Father wants you happy and never Love refuse
sources 1Chron. 28:6-10 Jeremiah 31:3-14 Matt 20:25-28
1Cor 3:9-17 13:12 2Cor 6:14-18 1John 3:1-6
2Tim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 21
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
And Mary said: “My soul glorifies the Lord
and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior…” *
Favored! Highly favored! Blessed.
Often put to the test.
Often pondering things in her heart.
God didn’t leave her wondering
but turn after turn there were signs.
Her relative, Elizabeth, in her old age
had conceived and the baby in her womb
leaped for joy in the presence
of Mary’s unborn baby boy, and
Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit,
“Blessed is she who has believed
that what the Lord has said to her
will be accomplished.”
How did Mary tell her intended?
She was found to be with child.
He intended to divorce her.
Joseph slept on his decision.
An angel of the Lord appeared
in his dream - how vividly -
commanded to take
Mary as his wife. . .
“Joseph, son of David…”
“Do not be afraid…”
“What is conceived in her is of the Holy Spirit…”
son, Jesus, “will save his people from their sins”
After Jesus’ birth, nearby
shepherds struck in awe of
angels, proclaiming the birth.
They hurried to find the Christ child.
And once more it is said:
Mary treasured up all these things
and pondered them in her heart.
In the temple, the Holy Spirit
reveals — to righteous and devout Simeon
and the fasting, prayer warrior, worshipper Anna
— this is the One
The child’s father and mother
(Mary and Joseph)
marveled at what was said about him
(Jesus)
Magi followed a star to find the child.
These wise men bowed down and worshipped him.
They gave gifts of gold, incense and myrrh.
Joseph dreams again.
This time the family’s told to flee to Egypt,
to escape danger.
Believe!
There are signs!
Ponder!
12/12/2019
*italics indicate bible verses from the book of
Matthew and Luke, NIV
frolicking with waves on a tranquil seashore…
saffron-hued sapphire waves rolling away,
a mesmerized child, carried the memory…
reminiscence of a blissful awe-inspiring cadence.
a buddhist temple on the sublime shore,
melodic symphonic chimes soaring from above,
serenaded me to my forest of dreams,
where gentle humming of a chartreuse waterfall ignited
creative inspiration.
to this day, I often stop, close my eyes, drown myself
in a reverie inspiring my imagination lavender ...
I, a traveller from the ancient world of history walking through ages,
crossing rivers and seas, hills and dales of the universe,
in search for love, kindness and inner peace.
August 22, 2021
"Seas Or Oceans" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
Brian Strand "Vers Libre" Poetry Contest
Ever been in a situation?
Where shall I begin
You did everything in your might
To fit in
Dealt with so much
Dont know who you are
Feels so out of touch
Wonder why you never fit in
With certain people or groups of friends
Its alot making decisions
Uniquely made
Who im growing to be I wouldn't trade
Phenomenal with a plan now
Not the same as everyone
I was made to stand out
Everybody's not meant to be the same (same)
We are unique in our own way
Its ok
To not fit in
With the inner crowd
We were chosen
To be different
And stand out
Opinions people will forever have them
Whether you like it or not
We have a purpose
That will never be forgot
But you have to reach inside
Bring out the potential
We are worthy
Were not a rental
And when it comes to our bodies
It is a temple
So whether you have messed up a few times in life
Its ok
You are more than what's displayed
No longer making mankind a prioritie
You have a bigger person to answer to with authority
He's there to help map a plan out
Its ok to be different
God made us all to stand out
Everybody's not meant to be the same (same)
We are unique in our own way
Its ok
To not fit in
With the inner crowd
We were chosen
To be different
And stand out
So what are we supposed to do?
When fitting in is not an option
It comes with precaution
Don't think of yourself any less
Even at your worse
You still can see your best
And with obstacles
You can pass that test
With situations
Dont stress
You are different
Uniquely made
By the king of all kings
Creator of all things
We are all drop dead different
And that's what's its all about
No longer apart of the problem
We were made by the best to stand out
Whether we have to stand alone
He did it gave us hope to hold on
And be strong
In the midst
Of the storms
He will never let harm
Come our way
If we invite him in our hearts he's there to stay
Everybody's not meant to be the same (same)
We are unique in our own way
Its ok
To not fit in
With the inner crowd
We were chosen
To be different
And stand out
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
12/3/2015
(This fictional poem is based on a cartoon I drew)
My cousin is as dumb as he can be.
His IQ score is only twenty-three.
He and I both love those Indiana Jones movies.
We think they are neat and groovy.
But when we watched Raiders of the lost ark, we got in a fight.
It's a shame that this poor boy isn't very bright.
When I told him that Raiders of the lost ark was made in 1981, he said I was
lying.
I couldn't convince him it was the truth even though I kept trying.
I asked him why did he think I wasn't right.
He said it couldn't be true because from 1980 to 1983 Harrison Ford was frozen
in Carbonite.
Form:
Your Spell — Sacred Hallucination
Your gaze consumes me like the smoke of holy incense rising slow,
Through your eyes swing open gates to worlds of crystal and of dream,
And the flowers of your soul sing an unspoken hymn, a glow,
Till I melt in liquid golden waves and drown in the abyss's stream.
Your echo rocks me through the galaxies of living ember-light,
Like silk serpents that breathe softly over my burning soul,
And the shadows of your radiance beat their drums beneath a fading night,
From a fire ritual danced by gods who stretch their arms to make me whole.
I sigh and heaven grows inside me like a forest made of glass,
When your hand touches my forehead and long-dead colors catch and burn,
And my soul becomes a labyrinth of mirrors and astral mass,
And you are the key of light that loosens every form in turn.
A cosmic shiver breaks me when you look with your goddess eyes,
And stars descend into my chest like seeds of living fire,
Through my veins flow rivers of mercury under a poisoned moon that lies,
With perfumes from other eons, from a realm beyond desire.
Your voice calls out to me like an oracle from a sacred cave,
Through the soft labyrinth of dreams that pulse one final time,
And I no longer know of edges, I no longer know of stone or grave,
I am stardust in your palms at the crossroads of a dawn sublime.
Your whole being is a temple carved from obsidian and light,
A longing grips me for other worlds that spiral through the divine,
You are the magic that undoes me and makes me whole and right,
And I am reborn from my own falling every time you touch me with your shine.