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Ecotone
I did not plant the prairie tickseed that appeared among
The cultivated flowers of my garden and quickly dominated.
It seemed to say, “We live, still!
My house sits in a tension zone, an ecological “no man’s land” where
Tall Grass Prairie and the Cross Timbers, vie for control.
Here the vagaries of weather assure that all who enter are mistreated.
Seasons turn through the Zone as Fall, Winter, Spring,
And the Heat. The moisture-prickling Heat, like a visit from
The in-laws, comes early, stays long and wearies the endurance.
Rainfall is the fickle arbiter of the Zone. It befriends the trees
Almost; the grass too much. Legions of plants, playthings
Of climate, contending over millennia for land suitable to neither.
They were not untended. Cultivation by wild fires, twisting winds, floods
And drought, performed acts of purification and renewal; encroachers purged,
Minerals recycled, seeds scattered, and the arena reset for the endless contest.
But gone now are blades of Blue Stem and pickets of Post Oak.
Red subsoil overlaid with Bermuda sod is my “Sooner” system;
An inanity to the Zone kept on life support by irrigation and fertilizer.
Bermuda minders are hungry yet grow heavy with time
And plenty. They seek order amid uncertainty, and
Shelter from risk, yet cast their lot in a tension zone.
Their dis-ease stems from attempted breakouts of the Cultivators
Struggling to wrest free of human controls. (They who are said to have
Ears to hear a wildfire in its death throes claim it hisses, “We live, still!”)
They are not alone. Homes of the coastal naïf become
Mere tender for Chaparral fires as those of a floodplain
Are flotsam for the river.
Like mallards returning to the same pond
After each thinning by hunters, the unwitting
Rebuild as the Cultivators whisper, ”We live still”
Copyright Paul Thomson 2017
Wondering at the sight of summer and noon
The window dive at pasture's womb.
Struck by affliction
Driven by temptation
This's how it all begun.
The uncertainty of the sun's hot
Crafted a picture
Which could only hurt
Woop-woop-woop,it sound everytime it's being blurt
Drowned in the sea of dilemma
She's forced to choose a path
One coming straight from the heart,heart!
"Portray your interests over the family's wealth and let thy offspring takeover the rest"
Words of the elders Crest
A pit with so many holes
"Desert from us o ye foe"
Life has brought nothing but harm
Even her offspring disassociate from her arms
Life's mysteries
A choice with diverse consequences
"Promise you'll keep,the integrity of this story"
Words from her past sun and glory
"Concur to the will
And just be still,all you will have in plenty"
"Promise to keep the integrity of this story"
Every night she's forced to faced these,even in her dreams
As the year round
She's left with no kidney
A heartless mother
She's called all right within
Words speaking only tears
As the sunlight fades
She then decides to give everything just for her grave
A beautiful mother she wants to be named
The elders Crest as she approach
A purpose to let down,all that opposed
She stands at the witness's box
"She's finally going to agree" whispers the eldest of her offspring
A thought it's a good will
"Everything shall now be over" whispers the elders to each other
As she looks the face of the chief's head
For behold,the face of her morning glory,she sees "are you really going to destroy all this?" All she heard from his lips
A dillematic position,she stands
A plead to make a decision and remove her hands
Dangerous-safe
Safely-dangerous
As they stands
Eagered face
Wanting to see the end of the race
And she falls in dismay
"They'll come back for you,just wait"
The last words of her morning beauty
A mother with no children,she's seen
"Let me say my last words" as she weeps
"Just remember it hurts so much,a widow fighting just for your hearts" as she speaks to her offspring
It all ends in mysteries
Once haunted with sleeplessness-caused angst
gripped by guilt midst tormenting iniquities…
my soul lost its vibrancy in communing with God
Now, by His pardon of loving forgiveness ---
I’m restored, enjoying serenity of night’s rest.
When attacked by sleeplessness-inflicted sorrow
marked by surmounting unbelief due to life’s enigmas …
my heart seeks the Saviour Who assures me His presence
despite uncertainty of the future ---
I’m pacified with His declaration of security.*
At times that I’m visited with sleeplessness-driven boredom
intensifying feelings of futility over ministerial routine...
my faith is reproved by the Master, exemplifying His sacrifice
leading me to His wisdom’s prudence ---
I’m humbled, yielding to Him every time I retire.
Triumphing over sleeplessness-triggered despair
while subduing frustration, coping with failure...
my spirit cleaves to the Lord Whose compassion and grace always work
upholding, strengthening me in my reaching-out endeavours ---
I’m grateful, revived to face another blessed day to serve with bliss.
*Psalm 4:8 I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety.
June 16, 2020
1st place, "STRAND NO. 800 FINALE" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/16/2020.
I see the sun, moon, stars and sky
Whispering to my heart and soul
Awakening fires of enchanting desire
That breathes a caress across my thoughts
Leaving me with no uncertainty or worry
Only feelings of serenity and focus
Preparing me for the chance to dance
With sincerity bouncing in my steps
A prayer of hope moving on my lips
Guiding my form to loosing its reserve
To destroy inhibitions and acknowledge
The wonders of truth so pure and sincere
Alive inside my spirit where I always know
There is a sense of joy that creates hope
And inspires me to love without conditions
To always listen to the winds of faith that
Blow softly across my life’s creativeness
Lightening my thoughts and stirring my vision
Guiding my dreams into pleasure and wisdom
That comes from knowing the light of love
Who is the Savior from heaven’s home above!
In the dust of time, we are but ephemeral shadows,
Treading on the realm of a story nearing its end,
Echoes of the past whisper hidden secrets to us,
And we, blind and deaf, dance on the edge of the abyss.
Two nuclear wars, swallowed by the mists of oblivion,
Like extinguished stars in the vast universe of lies,
The perpetual motion machine, a dream stolen from humanity,
Lies somewhere, under the heavy locks of silence.
Around us, a macabre symphony of extinction is played,
But our ears are plugged with the wax of ignorance,
We are actors in a play whose lines we do not know,
And the director in the shadows laughs at our naivety.
Who are THEY, those who have decided everything for us?
Invisible manipulators pulling the strings of our destiny,
While we, unconscious puppets, dance to their rhythm,
Believing we are free in the cage of our illusions.
But there are voices rising from the darkness,
Whispering truths that tear the veil of lies,
Promising to show us how past civilizations perished,
And how ours treads the same path of destruction.
Who rewrote history and why?
Questions floating in the heavy air of uncertainty,
And the answers hide in the shadow of great secrets,
Waiting to be discovered by brave minds.
In this night of collective consciousness,
We stand at the crossroads between ignorance and revelation,
Choosing between the comfort of lies and the pain of truth,
As our story slowly approaches its end.
Are we ready to look into the mirror of reality?
To see the hideous face of the lies that have fed us?
Or will we choose to remain in our bubble of comfort,
Ignoring the desperate cry of truth struggling to come to light?
In the depths of the night, when stars tell their story on the vast and eternal sky,
she walks like a shadow of light, with steps of butterflies in colorful flight.
Her beauty is an enigma, a dance of the sun on fields in bloom,
a gentle warmth like the dawn's awakening, embracing the earth.
Her gaze is a sunrise that knows no sunset, an eternal light,
and her smile, a symphony of rays dispelling shadows from the soul.
Her scent, a fragrance of childhood, sweet and refreshing like a cool drink,
wraps thoughts in memories of summer, under a clear and pure sky.
In her presence, time expands, becoming an ocean of endless moments,
where desires are lost and found, like the sea waves that never tire.
I could utter her name a thousand times, but it would be just a whisper,
words are too pale to encompass her essence, too poor to express it all.
In her eyes, I find a universe of light, an eternity of undeniable beauty,
for she knows no uncertainty, only the certainty of her full radiance.
Like a sun rising unabashed on the blue summer sky,
she carries her beauty with grace, without shadows of doubt or hesitation.
When the waves of uncertainty calm
There is no place for fear
You are free to soak in the life you want
A perfect view into your dreams
Where the sun sets and rises for you
Everyday could be a beach trip
No chaos no control
Free to be you
Now how great would this be
To feel the current of change
How it becomes more defined
In every positive choice you make
So many hours go by people seem distracted
Refuse to see what has been given
Always wanting more in a society built of sand castles
The sands of time between your feet chasing you down
Erosions of concern washing away each minute that goes by
I believe this is all we need to wander free among the seashells of happiness picking up something different everyday if you just let yourself be.
I don’t know if my mind still knows the way,
or if the path ahead is just a fading gray.
These endless nights stretch like centuries long,
haunted by a dream that whispers, yet feels wrong.
I don’t know if I’m truly free, or bound tight,
if I’m walking the path that God would invite.
Am I nursing wounds that ache deep in my core,
or donning a mask that hides the hurt I ignore?
Maybe I’m caught in this relentless chase,
grasping at shadows, losing my grace.
These worldly desires weigh heavy on my heart,
planting seeds of worry, tearing my soul apart.
Oh, how I long to speak with the me of tomorrow,
to look into his eyes, to share all my sorrow.
“Have you found the peace that time promised to bring?
Or are you still wrestling with the same haunting sting?”
“Did you achieve the dream that keeps me awake?
If you’ve made it, please show me the way to awake.
And if you’ve lost hope, if the darkness still stays,
tell me how to escape this unending malaise.”
I bear the shame of feeling so low,
crushed by the weight of a life that moves slow.
I wish to be stronger, reborn from the pain,
to rise from the ashes, to dance in the rain.
Please, dear God, forgive me for wrestling with doubt,
for the whispers of fear that leave me without.
Extend your warm hand and guide me from strife,
for without your direction, I’m lost in this life.
Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part Two
Martin Luther King creating a path to dessimate discrimination
An angel earning his wings from an epiphany of prophetic elation
Listening to Ella Fitzgerald sing while learning a litany of biblical quotations
Acknowledging what the accomplished man can bring to the depth of your insight and notations
Reflection on the history of mankind and the human race
Detection of the mystery of the refined acquisition of Heavenly Grace
Invention of the symphony that defined its own musical place
Prevention of the epiphany in the name of the legitimate corruption that we all must face
Culture and thought, revolution and resistance
Vultures distraught at the economic powers inability to accept difference
Subcultures contort beneath the robotic clandestine inference
As agriculture evades the poisonous attempts to regain universal prominence
Can you remain content to wipe the tears from a broken child’s eyes?
Will you refrain to vent when confronted with the fears of a vulnerable persons cries?
Will you remain content and resolute when presented with categorical lies?
Can you see through a charlottan selling snake oil and prevent him from orchestrating further demise?
Stand tall among the uncertainty and the acrimony and defeat
Create a call for continuity as the less evolved struggle to compete
Lauren Bacall and her comical purity as her timing is complete
Lucifers fall from heaven that remains spiritually almost now obsolete
As the heightened notions of virtue overcome the notions of hell
And the frightened invocations of servitude become commotions for the brave to tell
While the enlightened devotions of gratitude arise from the men who initially fell
The power rises above the certitude of any humanly epiphany or spell
Embrace the new creations of progressive thought in actions
Face the few negative connotations of suggestive criticism of your exactions
Replace the two imitations of corrective empiricism of your protractions
Disgrace the blue intonations of all defective invitations to celebrate protective lyricism that requires astute observations
The End
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz 2023
April 18 Scripture Meditations Based on Esther 4-6
Key Verse – Esther 4:14 For if thou altogether holdest thy peace at this time, then shall there enlargement and deliverance arise to the Jews from another place; but thou and thy father's house shall be destroyed: and who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME YOUR PEACE
Thank You for giving me Your peace of assured salvation
Always silencing my fears brought by doubt-caused desperation
To calm me down against panic about unknown situation…
Now, I’m confidently settled in Your eternal redemption.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of secured eternity
Always protecting my faith against any uncertainty
To teach me Your principles’ stability…
Now, I’m steadfastly kept within Your Word’s infallibility.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of everlasting life
Always healing my soul from wounds of transgression-strife
To strengthen me midst challenges that are oppressively rife…
Now, I’m definitely guarded by Your sword against foes’ knife.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of joyful worship
Always delighting my heart in Your offered relationship
To encourage me toward fruitful stewardship…
Now, I’m absolutely guided through Your leadership.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of sovereign might
Always controlling my being through Your illuminating light
To help me do what is acceptably right…
Now, I’m fully geared toward Your holiness-height.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of heavenly standard
Always moving my all for service against vanities that retard
To revive me to fulfill my tasks as Your steward…
Now, I’m willingly committed to work in Your vineyard.
April 18, 2022