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In the exhilarating dance of life, we twist and turn, eagerly embracing the highs and lows. With every step, we are swept away by the enchanting sway, knowing that God is always there to guide our way.
As we ascend to the majestic mountaintops, our spirits soar, reaching for the sky with uncontainable joy. The thrill of the journey fills our hearts, and even in the darkest valleys, we find solace in God's unwavering presence, a guiding spark that lights our path and shield our way.
Through the intricate twists and turns of life, we learn to place our trust in God's divine plan. It is in His plan that we find comfort, and it is through our faith that we must navigate the unpredictable moments. His love shines brightly in every single moment, illuminating our way through life's magnificent design.
So, as we face the twists and turns that lie ahead, we can feel the palpable presence of God, His loving grace surrounding us. Whether we find ourselves on the highest peaks or in the deepest valleys, we can rest assured that His hand is there, gentle and kind, guiding us every step of the way.
Her eyes, like sapphires shine so bright,
A celestial beauty, a wondrous sight.
In their depths, a story unfolds,
Of laughter, tears, and secrets told.
Her eyes, like moonlight, glow with peace,
A gentle calm, that my soul can release.
In their gaze, I find my home,
A place where love and joy are sown.
Her eyes, like stars, sparkle with delight,
A twinkle that ignites, a love so bright.
With every glance, my heart beats fast,
A rhythm that echoes, forever to last.
Her eyes, like oceans, deep and wide,
A mystery that invites, my soul to reside.
In their depths, I find a treasure rare,
A love that's precious, beyond compare.
Her eyes, like flowers, bloom with grace,
A beauty that's unique, a wondrous face.
With every look, my love grows strong,
A bond that's unbreakable, all day long.
Her eyes, like music, sing a sweet melody,
A harmony that's pure, a symphony.
In their rhythm, I find my peace,
A love that's soothing, my soul to release.
Her eyes, like sunshine, warm my heart,
A love that's radiant, a work of art.
With every glance, my soul takes flight,
A joy that's uncontainable, pure delight.
Her eyes, like poetry, speak from the soul,
A language that's universal, making me whole.
In their words, I find a truth profound,
A love that's timeless, forever bound.
Her eyes, like magic, cast a spell,
A love that's enchanting, a story to tell.
With every look, my heart is won,
A love that's victorious, forever to be done.
Her eyes, like heaven, shine so divine,
A beauty that's eternal, forever mine.
In their light, I find my way,
A love that's guiding me, every single day.
The sun burns bright over Summer seen.
Couture-rays of extended happiness shed
no grateful rain in perfect paradise.
Flight of pumping legs and catching scent—
uncontainable rush of God’s perfume.
Honeysuckle’d kids wholesome delight
in the oxygenated swinging space
where red and blue,
and holy wings glide through
to glimpse of heaven and Summer’s wane.
Soon snow must surely fall from the sun
in dark and ice cold rays.
In Summer seen
and Summer’s wane,
let’s nudge each chin
left and right,
down and up.
Let green eyes
know of paradise.
9/22/2021
Flipped Hourglass
Bits of unwrinkled sand, harried ageless seconds,
Rush through a narrow neck
Pushing to birth
Moments of elegance or horror
Shoving aside other grains
Like words of regret flowing unrestricted
Into a ballet arabesque of transparent history
Irretrievable
Uncatchable
Lost like a tear drop in desert sea dances
Prodigals or prophets unable to caress or cling
Only rush headlong into the past.
When Heaven’s hand flips the hourglass
Second chances dash forward,
Free flowing jive of refreshed possibilities,
To animate a nameless tidal stream
In a cadence of options
That takes no long lost baggage
Through gravity’s flowing fountain
Irresistible
Unstoppable
Choreography of charity recaptured
That speaks in immutable tones
Of free flowing grace.
Each spiraling grain speaks of steps renewed
Waiting to articulate
Gliding strides of spoken blessing
Or pirouettes of consecration
As one grain falls upon another
In a transparent time window,
With intervals of oblation tarantellas,
Irrepressible
Uncontainable
Until the dance routine runs its course
Dancers lie inert to hear echoes of eternity whisper
“Save your last dance for me.”
2-9-22
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Flipped Hour Glass
Flipped Hourglass
Bits of unwrinkled sand, harried ageless seconds,
Rush through a narrow neck
Pushing to birth
Moments of elegance or horror
Shoving aside other grains
Like words of regret flowing unrestricted
Into a ballet arabesque of transparent history
Irretrievable
Uncatchable
Lost like a tear drop in desert sea dances
Prodigals or prophets unable to caress or cling
Only rush headlong into the past.
When Heaven’s hand flips the hour glass
Second chances dash forward,
Free flowing jive of refreshed possibilities,
To animate a nameless tidal stream
In a cadence of options
That takes no long lost baggage
Through gravity’s flowing fountain
Irresistible
Unstoppable
Choreography of charity recaptured
That speaks in immutable tones
Of free flowing grace.
Each spiraling grain speaks of steps renewed
Waiting to articulate
Gliding strides of spoken blessing
Or pirouettes of consecration
As one grain falls upon another
In a transparent time window,
With intervals of oblation tarantellas,
Irrepressible
Uncontainable
Until the dance routine runs its course
Dancers lie inert to hear echoes of eternity whisper
“Save your last dance for me.”
2-9-22
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Flipped Hourglass
OUR BOUNTIFUL GOD
Our God is bountiful because…
Eternal generosity never runs out of blessing remedies
They appear when least anticipated
Popping up – leaping out – capturing the unexpected
As lost pennies found with surprises bearing gifts
Trembling with anticipation of smiles and dancing laughter
Benediction of brightest benevolence
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
Valentine’s appear signed by love’s sweetest heart –
Hearts of God’s beatifying bounty not hidden
Found in clouds and rocks, in garden harvest consecrations
Beloved bliss overflowing –never empty - no refills needed –
Greeting cards of extravagant grace – no signature or postage due –
Bound in mercy’s lace impervious to time.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
God’s bursting bounty of abundant grace filled with delights –
Warehouse shelves of mercy’s lavish greeting cards inexhaustible
Divinity’s heart throbs in love letters – no conditional caveats –
Always a dedication to beloved children even prodigals
With an everlasting toast of grace spoken over miracles
Postmarked invitations to jubilees sealed with eternity’s kiss
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly valentines
Tender devotion more enduring than resurrected bones once lost to time
Revelation’s paper hearts edged in fragrant incenses of filigree
Abounding generosity – uncontainable – exalting felicity
Written in messages of consecrated majesty
Surging elegance refined in the refiners purifying fire
Unfettered favor, the ever open hand, solace of the heart’s desire.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines
God is bountiful because…
11-13-20
Contest: Our Bountiful God
Sponsor: Julia Ward
I am fire and rhapsody in my private chambers.
Inside out, I am flourishing, animated, and measured.
My heart pumps owning the same conviction at age 15.
My hormonal sexual splendor surely must be the same
dense river I swam at 20.
In the mirror, I see only my ardor dancing,
my uncontainable flourish advancing.
As usual, I’m a firebird at the supermarket.
Trailblazing each aisle, I come to the dairy section.
The milk I buy is always on the lowest shelf of the frig.
Each gallon I inspect expired 3 days ago.
Swinging the frig door wide, I kneel before the milk.
I inspect gallons until I find one that hasn’t expired.
My rigid wooden kneecaps grind against the floor tile.
I extract the bottle, slowly rising to stand
and my glasses slide off.
I somehow snatch them before they fall on the floor.
I turn to place the bottle in my cart.
“Do you need help?”
She’s a face full of glowing concern.
That’s all I see.
“No, I think I’ve got it.
I’m always dropping my glasses.”
This archangel of milk bottles
vanishes.
My wings of fire are only cinders now.
The reason is plain to see.
From outside in, my expiration date has passed.
I’ve waited—
not for rescue,
but for a co-conspirator in creation.
A wild heart who sees the beauty in the broken brushstrokes,
the holiness in a handprint smudged across my chest.
Come to me as you are—
passionate, imperfect, playful, real.
Dance in the thunder with me.
Speak to me about time, about stardust,
about the skin between worlds.
Challenge me like a poem that refuses to rhyme.
Touch me with purpose.
With reverence.
With mischief.
Let’s be a love that doesn’t wait to be allowed.
Let’s be the kind of story the universe envies—
not tidy, not safe, but true.
You’ll know me
by my laugh that hides an ache,
by the way I trace galaxies across your back when you sleep,
by the softness I offer only to those who know what to do with it.
I won’t tame you.
But I will see you.
And I’ll let you see me,
if you promise not to look away.
Let’s make a mess that matters.
Let’s ruin the white together.
Let’s roll around in paint and call it forever.
Let’s stand at the edge of it all—
skin streaked in colors,
hands stained from the making,
hearts full of the uncontainable.
Let’s hold hands and look back at the canvas
we didn’t just paint—
we lived.
The dictionary is open
The pages fly beneath my fingers
My pen is poised but the sheet is blank
There are no words for this joy I’m feeling
There are no words for my joy
U-V-W-X and Y
Now I’m halfway through the Z’s
My pen is poised but the sheet’s still blank
There are no words for the joy of Jesus
There are no words for my joy
It’s inexpressible, it’s irrepressible
It’s like a boat lifted by the tide
It’s unexplainable, it’s uncontainable
Can’t find the words though you know I’ve tried
It’s unexplorable, unmetaphorable
The river is deep and the sea is wide
The river is deep and the sea is wide
The Holy Scriptures are open
The pages fly beneath my fingers
My lips are poised and my heart is full
I found a word for this joy I’m feeling
Only one word for this joy:
Hallelujah!
She bent her light around his happy
A symphonic complicency
Illuminating their velocity
He radiated her in semicircular lines
She his rainbow in a night sky
Uncontainable so he let her fly
He flew with her for a time
His notes traveling along her breeze
Harmonizing within those upper keys
He marveled at her lovely
Grasped at the edges of her infinity
Felt blessed by her fluidity
Yet her light travels to fast
His to hold only for a time
Eventually light travels a straight line
The essence of her in moon lit sky
With angel wings she makes her flight
Around his happy she bent her light
Dedicated to Bernard Colasurdo after rereading
the poem he wrote for his wife titled "A Love Letter"