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Joy unspeakable
That peaceful feeling that you are giving me Lord
The calmness you provide
The knowing that you will make right everything
The right feeling that only you can destine
You gave God
Because I had asked You Father
Thank you God
You are the Father who hears
And answers
You who sees
And gives
You who always grants requests, petitions
To your children
You who always keeps your Word
And brings them to completion
We just need to trust You
That You will fulfill
God , help us trust in You
And plan everything on You
Make our lives revolve around You
You who are the Center of the Universe
Who commands the earth, the air
The very breath that we have
Our very being
Center You for us Lord
Help us keep straight
Our eyes fix on You
You –The Magnificent, The Excellent, The Majestic, The Transcendent
The Eternal, The Ideal, the Absolute, The Ultimate One.
"Amazing Grace" of God grips me with divine delight
braced by "Blessed Assurance" upon supreme sovereign might
calmly and "Constantly Abiding" in His goodness toward virtues' gain
"Day by Day" walking along His righteousness despite wickedness-terrain.
"Each Step I Take" enables my stride to advance --- triumphant
forward since "Faith is the Victory" that makes my existence vibrant
gladly I declare "Great is Thy Faithfulness" to the Almighty with gratitude
hoisted for "Higher Ground" while surmounting frustration-failures' altitude.
In pain, I exclaim, "It is Well with My Soul" when attacked with woe
just peacefully trusting Jesus for His "Joy Unspeakable" smiting my sorrow
kept to "Kneel at the Cross" as prayer becomes fervent so that I can wisely cope
"Leaning on the Everlasting Arms" while listening to "Love Lifted Me" lyrics of hope.
Meanwhile, I bask at the promise of "Mansion over the Hilltop" vision
nestled in heavenly abode with "Never Alone" assurance of Christ's compassion
oh, verily blest to optimize "Our Best" maxim to serve by His loving kindness' zest
prompted and propelled by servanthood-power toward "Praise Him" worshipful crest.
Phrases in quotation marks are titles of Songs in "Baptist Hymnals."
Going not into graphic detail
Of what the scriptures entail
For each meditation
Upon its delineation
An inscrutable mystery
A fathomless trajectory
Meant for that one spiritual explorer alone
Words mere symbols not etched in stone
It is the subtle essence
Of the divine fragrance
Imbibed in stillness & silence
Assimilated in trusting innocence
That holds value
As we continue
Our quest
With thoughts at rest
Drawing inspiration from offered contemplation
Of songs adepts sing of their prayerful meditation
Their affirmation a validation
An aid to rest thought agitation
For the unceasing pulse of the divine love vibration
Merely requires that we tune in in quiet resonation
The rediscovery
Must be sedentary
For it is the mind body rested rediscovery and recognition
Of the pristinity of our innate ever present blissful orientation
Power & presence of bliss we wield
Our beauty veiled by the ego shield
A game of illusion among the shadows
Which we inexplicably choose to follow
The abyss of delusion into which we have leapt
Undoubtedly a tragedy of unspeakable depth
We may yet awake at this very moment and instance
Surrendering to the divine flow devoid of resistance
As we stretch & yawn
And move on
The pathless path of childlike innocence
Partaking & releasing illusions with nonchalance
Seeking not to make permanent the impermanent
Ensconced in the blissful divine flow ever present
Rediscovering
A becoming
Of blissfulness
In restful stillness
There are things unseen
Many things unknown
Like unspeakable dreams
Like a mind is only prone
A living without consequence
A savory without hunger
Decided yet infrequent
Where the body leaves for the mind to linger
They who bend the truth
We who listen intently anew
Evidence without proof
Did we learn to identify what’s true?
The troubling thought for the settled mind
An unsettling mind isn’t yet trouble-free
Distinguishing between yet earns to find
The never-becoming of either you or me...
Behind a black screen I’m seen
Though I remain indefinitely unknown
I do have my troubling dreams
Like a mind... I’m only prone
The darkest day teaches the power of prayer
In Him, we can lay down the unspeakable
Humans will be filled with transactions of a ‘troubled’ heart!
When things rip through our hearts, we can play the greatest part
The glory of trial and error will be seen
When we stand before each other
Being real to oneself is the letter of the heart and
Dealing with Uncertainty is fulfilling your part
If you cannot forgive now, do not be alarmed!
Understand but more importantly
You will be able to forgive something you cannot forget!
This capability lies within you!
When the pain cannot be forgotten
Remember that the measure of your forgiveness
Will be in stages!
This is a product of love
Found on the pages of the heart of God!
This is not the time to give up
The pain is real but the seal of His Heart is upon you and
That will eventually pour itself out through love!
Sometimes things do not happen on time
Sometimes the pain does not go away for a long time
Sometimes we fall down and it is hard to get up!
Sometimes we feel we cannot forgive
Because we cannot forget it but
Being real to oneself is the letter of the heart and
Dealing with Uncertainty is fulfilling your part
If you cannot forgive now, do not be alarmed!
Understand but more importantly
You will be able to forgive something you cannot forget!
This capability lies within you!
Don’t give up
Because the darkest day teaches the power of prayer!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
We write poems, not poetry
And we don’t waste our time
We denounce the scandalous slime
As we expose all unspeakable crimes
We throw lemons, limes and rhymes
At them to chase away what’s so ugly
In them. We definitely want a better
World of compassion, love and peace
We cannot sleep at night, since there’s a list
Of good deeds and things that we want to offer
Violence is ubiquitous, violence is everywhere
For all our children, we want a better and safer
Environment. We want to always please Mom Nature
We speak out as loud as we can at the daily fair
We write a lot to tell the truth under the sun
We shout when it’s necessary to wake up the son
Of the mean, racist and grumpy old man at the beach
We do our best to expose them as we unleash
Lethal verses and powerful words to subdue them
And we even pray to a God still absent in Eden
When the victims are not white, powerful and rich
We don’t waste our time at all. We ponder and we teach
As we strive to create a better, safer and friendlier niche
Free of abject poverty, heinous violence and discrimination
As we remind everybody that we’re headed to one Nation
After death. The breath that we take is not cheap at all
Without this essentially vital oxygen, in due time, we all fall.
Copyright © July 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
In the heat of the Mohave desert
Drumming echoes build
In unison to my heart
Pumping and pounding
Faraway chants introduced
In some unknown native tongue
Rhythmic and nostalgic
They draw ever closer
As I close my eyes
Inviting my soul to manifest
Freeing it into tall billowing swirls
In the largest of overhead circles
So ethereal and surreal
That bold drumming resonates
Picking up the beat
Heavier and intense
Pumping and pounding
Pounding and pumping
Pumping and pounding
Pulsating fiercely through me
Transporting me to the other realm
Meshing with the paranormal
Mesmerized and entranced
Awakening old secrets trapped
In parallel dimensions
One second
The sudden silence
Plonks me like a lifeless puppet
Free falling to fathomless depths
The next
My body goes into convulsions
Quivering and shaking
An obscure dam bursting with torrential tears
From I know not where
A baffling source of unspeakable grief
Inconsolable anguish
Throwing me into utter bewilderment
Imagining how I may have been transported
By some mystical sorcery induced by
That powerful drumming and warrior chant
Awakening the deep painful haunting despair
Of a throbbing wound
Unhealed through multiple lifetimes
What could I have possibly endured
If not the broken heart
Of a grieving wife and mother
Suffering the unbearable loss
Simultaneous of both
Warrior husband and warrior son
Read on air by invitation ~ February 19, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted for contest EMOTIONAL ANGER, HURT, RAGE sponsored by LEWIS RAYNES - November 26, 2017 - RANKED 3RD
Painting ~ Freedom From Want ~ painted by Norman Rockwell
A skin and nerve disease unspeakable -
outcast, unclean; they came to be restored.
In all, ten lepers Jesus healed in full
but only one went back to thank the Lord.
November brings a holiday most grand
for it reminds us of God's bounty giv'n.
Serenity of blessings in our land -
with gratitude, we turn our eyes t'wards heav'n.
Ten holidays from work I get each year.
What sets apart Thanksgiving from the rest?
Awakening of gratitude sincere,
and praising God for all that He has blest.
Remembering the wealth of gifts divine,
may I be like the one and not the nine.
written 26 Aug 2020
Ive listened to darkness
for eons,
as the lightning strikes
a hammer
the Iron monger cries
of innocence
a March to war begins
A King tears a flag
to tatters,
handing soldiers
a piece each
of the next generation
in warfare,
what they will die for?
Mighty Leaders
bequeath our bloodlines
to an early grave
for what?
money and glory?,
land rights ?
or just plain greed
days of not so long ago
wars fought
were of honour,
in dignity and freedom
These are now just
a history in my memory,
listing to fade
Hate and greed
lust and wraith
bleed the veins
of our future
and we let them
“Father of All, Hoopoe of the Shining Light
Voice of Truth, singing above pits of night
Light singing in heaven’s tree above the height
Barbelo in the heights unthinkable
Nous incorruptible, Word untouchable
Forefather whose voice is unspeakable
Father whose feathers are impenetrable”
Norea the phoenix cried with tears in eyes
Heaven’s birds heard and flew her to the skies
To the eternal garden of endless size
Under the singing doves of holy glass
That her head may rest in Epinoia’s grass
Resting under the wings of Adamas
To attain her first mind through Christ’s wings of brass
So, in this place, she breathes forth offspring herself
She has been gifted the Logos itself
She sings with the soul of Adamas himself
In unity with the undying birds
Singing immediately with life-filled words
With the eagle of Christ, the guide of herds
Resting in the light which she knew before words
Dwelling through the mind of mankind’s forefather
That Invisible Simurgh, the founder
She gives praise to the hoopoe bird, her father
She rests in the Gardens of rest and light
There are days where she beholds the Garden’s might
Her soul will be ever filled to the height
For she has the four doves, whose glass wings shine bright
The stained glass doves intercede for her again
To Adamas, in his heavenly den
That Hoopoe who rests in all the race of men
Housing Norea’s joy in his feathers
Who sings about the one name without measures
“All-Father, Hoopoe of holy pleasures
Voice of Truth, singing beyond earthly treasures”