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Oh Lord, Our Heavenly Father of all creation
We rely on you in all tribulations of life
Hope you will come down to touch and heal
Our bleeding hearts, for your mercy exceeds all bounds
You cannot turn your eyes when your children sob in agony,
You cannot but mend our torn and splintered hearts
When fears and tensions swivel and rake us
Shaking the very hinges of our existence
Anchor our minds to faith to proclaim with conviction
That you alone are our sole armor and refuge
That in every trial of ours, you will be there by our side
You are the only one who can gauge the depth of our pain
You are the only one who knows our weaknesses
We entreat you to heal our hurts and purge our hearts
When numerous sins and vices tacitly remain
So that we shall shine in your grace and grow in your love
When we stagger under the heavy weight of life
And when no one is around to ease our grief
We see you standing lovingly within our reach
With hands held out beckoning us with assurance of relief
Like a loving father out and out to help his wayward kids
You are the great Shepherd who will never desert his herd
But will come searching for the missing lambs
When our legs grow weary with every forward step
Oh, come and carry each of these staggering lambs
Lend your hand in our tightrope walk, that if fallen
We can spring back and hop, without getting maimed
Grant us true light that we will not grope in dark alleys
We know, the opulence of this transient world
Can never ever fill our hearts or give us lasting joy
It is in Thy love, we find our life’s whole comfort
It is on your shoulders, we want to lower our burden
When the skies are cloudy, when burdens are heavy
Oh, friends, tell yourselves never to feel troubled,
With such a great savior around
When we are lost, He will kindly lead us home
Solve our problems if we partake in His love
And shelter us in his great bastion, day and night
Brian Strand 1090 Poetry Contest
Feb.24. 2022
Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina MacIntosh
She Wanted More!
He shut the car door with a hush;
she closed her side of the car with a statement.
He slipped into his seat belt in a measured sense;
she slapped-snapped her seat belt on.. in relief.
He stroked the gear lever, a reflection of lifestyle;
she touched the automatic lever, as if a passenger.
The passenger in a car; a passenger in their marriage.
They were opposites that were attracted.
Initially, their ying-yang was balanced, a tightrope,
promoting harmony in a romantic relationship,
ebbing and flowing depending on their needs
until the ebb flowed away and all was stagnant.
The divorce papers were soon signed;
the relationship filed under no longer viable.
She started her engine with an electric whisper
turning for a last look at the house,
he crept forward checking the road was clear.
They both left in different directions.
She drove off first, and fast, to a new country,
he just drove off in a car which underlined personality,
solid, stable and economical; poached eggs for tea!
She needed and wanted more!
Her daily luggage had been full of
frustration, resentment, percolated sadness.
So from the silence of anonymity
she had shouted and was heard.
Three months later, she hoped her new suitcase
would be packed with excitement, variety and style.
Was she excited or frightened?
she was neither, she was both!
Ian Souter
I come to you,
hands surrendered, open,
full of heavy wounds.
Oh the drips of precious life,
those you gather in your breath,
to nurse your blackened heart.
I say you are a civil servant,
You think I mean saviour.
Whatever you are,
it is a gateway,
a tightrope.
You cross unknown voids,
air does not move you.
It erodes you faster because you do not sway.
I have the idea to show you my gums,
as if this means I pose no threat.
Not sidetracked by pearly whites,
you tell me I reek of failure.
I find us hidden under floorboards,
swimming in dark pools of unknown fish.
No longer ignorant.
I push you into lofts of darkness,
you confront the monsters alone.
I knew they were there,
claws,
scratching through my ceiling.
I sought this hell,
this
oblivion,
now I am here,
there is no place like home.
Here,
the windows only open
when our eyes close.
Form:
Late August 1967 blue Sunday
Summer's almost gone
When I first hear the song Light My Fire
And feel the overwhelming urge to get up and dance
While my feet dare not to touch the earth
I remember like it was yesterday
Being just a lost little girl of thirteen
Primed to come of age
Late August 1967 blue Sunday
Summer's almost gone
When I first hear the song Light My Fire
And feel the overwhelming urge to get up and dance
While my feet dare not to touch the earth
I remember like it was yesterday
Being just a lost little girl of thirteen
Primed to come of age
Taken with a wild haired and barefoot
Carefree wandering musician
And this sensational song echoing through my head
Spellbound fascinated mesmerized I remember
The precise moment I stepped into that new world
I had discovered The Doors ~
Hello, I love you, Jim on your tightrope ride
Breaking on through to the other side
It was an easy ride for a wild child
Then when the music's over
Strange days left us waiting for the sun
Leaving us lingering for the Indian summer
My eyes have seen you dancing the soft parade
Checking yourself out of the Morrison hotel
Humming the roadhouse blues down Love street
Compelled to join the infamous twenty-seven club
Like so many kindred riders on the storm
When full circle other voices in unison
Launch to high heavens an American prayer
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on April 26, 2019 for contest WRITERS ON THE STORM sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 3RD
9/6/21
"Rogue"
What a joke
Yet it's not a hoax
It's getting gross
Folks constantly at each other's throats
Quick to brag and boast
Making an out of pocket comment after another croaked
It's not all cloak and dagger, stay woke
From coast to coast
I took notes
And moved around like a ghost
At times I cut it close
And almost
Was toast
It's been difficult to cope
Addiction is a slippery slope
While walking a tightrope
Continually took a toke
And saw the smoke
Fly high beside a giant Oak
There's been no antidote
Yet another beer plus a Jack and Coke
For a long time been down bad and broke
Either I sunk or float
Remaining dry or soaked
Nope I didn't see, or I saw it through the scope
Happens in each and every zone
Humans always out to pick a bone
Obsessed with the throne
Fast to throw a stone
Don't come at me with that tone
Like you've gone down the same road
Yet you're just continuing to drone
And similar to all these other clones
Only if needed speaking in code
Intentionally went rogue
Otherwise from others my cover would've been blown
I should've known
It'd be like this even inside home
As well as all across the globe
In others hard to place trust
At times this world seems to be far from just
In and out of many ruts
I've been unscathed and got many cuts
Many fast to cuss
People causing a fuss
And to spill their guts
So that it throws another under the bus
Yup, I'll tell you what
I know this world can be nuts
There's no if ands or buts
Struggles and triumphs in life as well as with earning cash
One disconcerting fact
Learn that, there's no turning back
This all is hurting bad
And turning sad
Yet still all this disturbing crap
I thought for once it was one thing we were working past
Just kidding, since the dawn of time it's been determined that
Still we treat each other worse than trash
Often gunshots, getting burned or stabbed
Among all the curving paths
“Just as these grains of sand can never be separated and poured again into their individual containers, so will your marriage be." Unknown
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Sand Promises
In a shrine amidst relatives and friends
We pour sands in a silver plate of our dreams
Making promises to be as one man,
Whether in wintry gales or summer beams.
As the coloured sands blend and are entwined,
We promise, with the fire as eye witness,
To pursue our life`s journey with one mind
And reach our shared destiny in finesse.
It`s a promise to build our home of love
On the rocks of trust with the sands of hope
And the flame of faith flaring from above
To guide our path when treading a tightrope.
Two folks with our souls blended and entwined
We`re now geared up in life`s journey to shine.
Work
I tap and I fiddle
I type and reply
For people-machines;
Have developed an eye
I make and repair
I schmooze and I laugh
There's a time I have made
The occasional gaff
But I hope that my presence
In the whirl of it all
Is stable and calming
In the midst of the squall
Of the storm in the workplace
Where friction exists
That I smooth out the wrinkles,
That my face kinda fits
I hope that where Spirit
Is lacking in reams
I can channel some love
In bright flowing streams
To bring hope and fulfillment
A sense we belong
That there's more than the grind
As we bumble along
I hope I'll be missed
Once erased from this circuit
And my daily devotion
Has been totally worth it
For now I'm content
As I tightrope this circus
For my heart knows I'm here
For much higher a purpose
Jinjagoliath
24th February 2023
I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
In ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in.
My stupendous world made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted,
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance in the dust
Poised miles above the earth
Prance on your stilts,
And peek into the great valleys beneath her skin.
Because any moment we could vanish
Into
Jacob Reinhardt
9/19/2013
First sight of you was all it took
just one look and I was hooked
lost my head and then my heart
that is when the wishing starts
do you even know I exist
or did you see through me was I missed
lost my heart and then my mind
I'm in love hoping you're not blind
they may say I'm crazy
don't look down don't look down
I want to live in the here and now
don't look down don't look down
not the land of maybe someday
with no what if or come what may
I'm walking on the highwire
on a tightrope to the moon
ever higher and higher
wishing and hoping my dream will comes true
don't look down don't look down
falling for you
Breathing on the strings of the heart
Confronted by a swarm of wings wert.
Swinging melody on your glass tightrope.
Like a pendulum swung in a chasm of hope.
Much like Saturday evening, I wandered slow.
The sun was sparkling splendidly in the glow.
Say that the best to the voyaging thunderstorm.
A delightful day would have begun with smarm.
Amidst the bedlam, I hunted my firm voice.
She was chanting rustic tunes by burg rejoice.
I steered her away to a serene far-off barrow.
Under glossy azure, we sang beads to sparrow.
Take a deep breath and let go of the world.
Give me a grin and let the sorrow gnarled.
Written: April 10, 2022