Long Uncertainty Poems
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Circumstance
Situation
Outcome
These were the storms in my life
Darkness and Death were closing in
Uncertainty of light through my tunnel
Desperation on family minds
Doctor’s thoughts in prepare for a Funeral
Their give up
Faith must be connected to hope
Heaven would have the last word
My Grandmother who was spiritual strong questioned the Doctor’s analysis
She started looking into the Lord’s intervention
The Lord’s revelation, “I would pass this storm and many in overcoming”
A storm that was casted over my life had disappeared
Blessings were restored one after another
A man upstairs holding the key to answers the Doctor’s didn’t understand
The storms were a call to the Lord’s miracles in what he alone establishes
Storms and rainbows work together
My rainbow being live on and fulfill on goodness
My today with many tomorrows to be
I am still standing
I give the recognition and praise to the highest
My passing storm a reminder.
If only alluring butterflies led me the right way,
If only ravishing flowers showed me the idyllic path,
If I fathomed what the blinking stars were trying to tell me,
If there were not many uneven pebbles in the meandering stream
I was following,
I would come back to you in an instant!
May be you were immersed in puzzling thoughts of uncertainty,
May be you were worried I would be lost in complex maze of the world,
Perhaps you sent your adoring messages with silvery clouds which floated away.
I would not be hindered by any daunting hurdles, believe me, my love,
I would find my path to you!
Sometimes life is menacingly gloomy,
dark clouds cover the unilluminated sky,
Sometimes it rains relentlessly,
our eyes indistinctly mystified.
Oh my beloved, trust me, trust my unwavering love,
I would not lose my way even in the fiercest of darkness,
My path would not drift away from yours,
I would unmistakably return to you.
August 3, 2020
Second Place
"IF ONLY, MAY BE, SOMETIMES" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Brian Strand - 1071 - Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
February 12, 2022
Photo 1 Reference: Story of Radha and Krishna is the most famous love-story in Hindu Mythology.
In a few lines
Urge comes to play
Flinging cryptic
In a few words
Style prompts blank smile
In thought laid static
In random rhymes
A music hidden
Emerges into form
In simple flings
Words spring in image
Thought pictures converge
In lost tangent
Moments in the light
Feel of piquant fancy
In obscure uncertainty
A new approach springs
To cast a play profound
In inspired passion
A fashion of words reap
A timeless melody
In between mere words
A hint of truth that hurls
A certain knowing that grows
In our simple language
Symbols and signs forge
A secret of the soul
In our weary pathways
In journeys and travels
We meet here and now the core
Leon Enriquez
20 September 2014
Singapore
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.
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
O my life! What a beautiful disaster it has become!
For the doses of my sunny days and starry nights grew numb,
And the sweet caress of my existence has partly succumbed.
It paralyzed me—as though my foresight had been overcome
By whispers creeping into my mind like an intruder's hum.
If I could depose the noisy image of my tomorrow,
Would it bring me silent war or peace amid the undertow?
How could I unfetter the finitude of my own window?
For my soul could barely perceive the playful tongue of a foe,
Or a friend's delightful persona behind an ugly show.
Yet I lament that the world has made its own foolish nickname
When filtered righteousness and glamorous deceit have enflamed.
On whom should I lean when moral transgressions take on their name?
Or should I wish to fly to the Heavens far from where I came?
For illusions seem true—and truth can be an elusive game.
Good and Evil
The wicked reek of the devil;
“People are naturally good, not evil.”
In their world, God is dead
And Jesus’s death irrelevant.
Beyond the deception of oratory
That invokes susceptibility,
Historical evidence evokes rout.
Man is incorrigible without doubt.
The choice of souls for eternity
Stand between Calvary and uncertainty.
Reality will render precedence
Over conviction or innocence.
Life’s limits are predictable;
Death is inevitable.
The procrastinator shall envy
The forgiven sinner.
***
References:
Luke 18:19(NIV): “Why do you call me good?”
Jesus answered. “No one is good—except God alone…”
Romans 3:23(NIV): … “for all have sinned
and fall short of the glory of God,”
Our nation is on a precipice
A deadly virus has gone amiss
Now is the time for us to get right with God
So that this unsettling spirit can be dismissed
Chaos, confusion and uncertainty
Are choking the nation
Now is the time for us to come together
In righteous indignation
God wants us to mitigate in order
To alleviate the disquiet at hand
And he will call on anyone
To further His divine plans
No you don't have to be a saint
To do whatever God does ask
Truth be told God will use the worst sinner
To accomplish His tasks
Now is the time to simply accept
That which God inspires
As we can't live by man's standard
But by only what God desires
Now is the time to stand in the gap
And act on our faith
To show the world what disciples do
Now isn't the time to wait
For now is the time to get rid of pharaohs
Those who oppress and control
For as true disciples and witnesses of Christ
We must be brave and hold
Now is the time to call out to Jesus
Who is the Great I Am
That name above all other names
The Redeemer of man
And unlike Moses we don't have to wander
To wonder nor ask to who
As we now know Jesus is our Savior
And what He can do
Now is the time to say I am here
God use me as you please
For I am your willing servant
And unto to You I will appease
“Let not your heart be troubled”* midst uncertainty
Believe in God along His sovereignty…
Trust Him Who’s the Source of eternal life’s bounty
Rely on His might as your soul-salvation’s security.
“Let not your heart be troubled” despite seemingly bleak future
Have faith in the Saviour with His compassion’s gesture
He’s the good Shepherd Who leads toward grace-pasture
Against cravings offered by materialistic culture.
“Let not your heart be troubled” in serving the Lord God
Always abide in Him and in His Word for His approval’s nod
Use the Spirit’s sword as well as steward’s faithfulness-rod
Follow His leading, walking upon servitude paths He trod.
“Let not your heart be troubled”** with the Father’s assurance
Being His child of spiritual abundance and peace-appearance
Keep on praying fervently along faith’s endurance
While testifying about Christ’s love and mercy’s forbearance.
“Let not your heart be troubled” as blessings you share
Be a blessing to others with concern and care
Declare the Gospel redemption for souls’ welfare
For them to enjoy heavenly mansions***, divinely rare.
*John 14:1 Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.
**John 14:27 Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
***John14:2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
Didactic and Rhyme forms
April 28, 2019
I want to write a poem about control
When you think you are in control
That is when you lose control
Life has the opposite effects
When you think you have it
is when you don't
It will be pulled from under you
Because there is only one Ruler
One Controller
Anything than that
will be knocked down
torn down
And leave to pieces
You sure don't want to be the one to pick up the pieces, do you?
Me neither
So don't force me or anyone to make the executive decision
Either knowingly or unknowingly
Of assuring that the Almighty always has the strictest control
Which is the only control
Of all
Why do you think we change?
Why do you think there is disorder
chaos, uncertainty...?
To make sure that we don't rule
To make sure that we know
who is the Ruler of us all
So do you think you have control?