A gentle breeze midst stormy seasons
soothing words of reason
No matter the winds blow fierce
calm the soul ~ frenzies pierce
Here in the midst of summer
surrounded by the lakeland feels
what glory to look out upon
makes one cry out to tell
There's a stillness in the air
so silent, one can hardly hear
the sun shines through the clouds
warms the air, listen in your ear
Often you feel like wandering
taking in all that's freshly new
this is a beautiful creation, you see
divinely born, you see right on cue
This is indeed a wonder of wonders
one has to be still to take it in
on the first day, when Adam fell
what God had made is marred by sin
Pray to be taken to that original
that first moment so real in time
when all was just perfectly sublime
dream on and feel it in its prime
(Just some thoughts spending in the English Lake District a few weeks ago.)
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'tween herz and
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'tiz all nature
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'twixt hern and
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'tiz all numinous
Think
*numinous: google
"surpassing comprehension or understanding;
mysterious, that element in artistic expression
that remains numinous, arousing one's elevated
feelings of duty, honor, loyalty, etc.." ')
Calmness bids me as grief strives to cease
Enabling sincere thanksgiving-prevalence
Midst gloom, hiding serenely still while
Exemplifying grace under pressure... yet
Tears cannot anymore control their fall
Exposing prayer of my heart for closure
Recognizing heaven's victory over death* since
Yon the grave is eternal bliss with the Source of life.
*1 Corinthians 15:55-57 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
May 29, 2025
3rd place, "Cemetery" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/2/2025
In the midst of my loneliness
I find myself plagued by my fears
Altered to seek for love
In places where my soul be dead
In the midst of my loneliness
I am a slave to my thoughts
In a dream I am dragged
by a rope to drink from dirty water
In the midst of my loneliness
I feel the roots
Underneath my feet
Tangling me while I seek answers
I wait patiently for a light to glimmer at my corner
With glimpse of hope as tears run in my chicks
And heavy is the heart as I drown in my sorrows
When will this dawn break?
Beloved I warn you of habbits
That may seem elegant at first
That flow slowly like water to disturb
The tranquility of our life's
I also confer to you the secret of life
Concealed in the blood of the lamb
Be of good cheer* midst radiant glow
Smiting gloom along vibrant delight
Optimizing moments with glad zest
Marked by hearty laughter: ha-ha-ha…
With exuberance of gratitude
Share God’s blessings such as peace and joy
Lifting others in prayer of hope
Then rest at night with beautiful smile.
*John 16:33 These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.
March 27, 2025
2nd place, "Write Eight Beautiful Lines" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/30/2025
miracles move mysteriously
midst faith's momentum...
my life of mirth against misery
molded by God* so mighty
marked with His wondrous mercy
magnifies such marvel
*Psalm 77:14 - Thou art the God that doest wonders: thou hast declared thy strength among the people.
February 17, 2025
8th place, "YOUR CHOICE O" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/15/2025
Mrs in the Midst of
Mrs in the Midst of
prefers to
run here and
there in a
violent frenzy rather than
be generous or
sleep or
speak the word
fully.
Hopes are held high
Peer pressure hangs low,
Some people can't find,
Some struggles where to go
Was it always this complicated?
Why can't we decide,
They say to be yourself,
But how can we with all the standards on the side
We are who we decide,
To decide is the decision,
But what do we do if unable to make,
When answers are led to me, something just breaks
I have it all in my head,
I have it all laid out
It's like lightning strikes me
And I'm left in doubt
Doubting what to say
Doubting what to do
These mixed feelings got me all confused,
Not knowing what to do
If I say a word or even two
Would they argue?
Or would they appreciate the truth?
Would they feel out of place?
Is it worth taking photos in this awkward photo booth?
Someone tell me what on Earth should I do?
By: Sahana & Naderia
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
JESUS CAN SEE YOU THROUGH
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
PRAYERS ABOVE
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
JESUS'S LOVE
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
MY TRUST WILL STAND
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
JESUS, I CALL
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
UPLIFTING SONGS AND PRAISES
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
MY HANDS ARE RAISED.
Midst unconscious bias along fulfillment height
Against scarcity feelings of carnality’s pest
Brought by low self-esteem, attacking virtuous best
I claim triumph of spirituality-delight.
Praise-propelled as recipient of God’s precious grace*
I'm gripped with serene eternal salvation’s bliss
Though egoistic opinions show mocking hiss
My heart is grateful for blessings through all the days.
Unconscious bias makes me admit what I need
It’s to share with others love that makes them complete
Midst kindness and care, selflessness can’t deplete
Vanquishing vain jealousy, likewise grievous greed.
Truth freely reinforces reality-seal
Against flaws of bias, though unconsciously done
Always earnest while honesty is surely won
Living gladly with others in reaching-out zeal.
*Ephesians 2:8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.
August 27, 2024
2nd place, "This or That, Vol 27" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 9/27/2024
Enigmatic, that’s life…
challenging wise choice and works* to do right with best
midst choices rife.
Mind versus heart…
pushing us midst dilemma’s crest
apart.
Let’s pray…
God cares; faith's test
stay!
Enigmatic, that’s life
pushing us midst dilemma’s crest
stay*!
*Proverbs 16:3 Commit thy works unto the LORD, and thy thoughts shall be established.
July 23, 2024
5th place, "Lets Minichu on Dilemma" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani; judged by 8/14/2024
The Lord secures my heart through Scriptures’ light
unveiling truths of great virtue and grace
thus, I see Him despite hurricane's trace
upholding my soul with peaceful delight...
He illumines me, reviving my sight
to glow and walk by faith along life race...
with Christ’s hand, clasping mine upon hope’s brace
I now ascend toward service-bliss height.
Propelled to follow His footsteps with joy
yielded against selfish vanity pride
as His forgiven child, freed to fulfill
assigned mandate and roles despite sin’s ploy
I trust* my God - the wise, omniscient Guide
Who guards me midst storms toward triumph hill.
*Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
In the midst of timeless time, I stand;
But still, she does not stand,
Elegantly moving, tick tock, tick tock, all day,
The price of delay, too heavy to pay.
Millenniums tick by like ponderous dinosaurs,
Time never blinks, always ticking and tocking,
Centuries come, centuries go; no scaurs,
To tell the tale of an ancient king.
Decades tumble upon others,
Years like yesterday roll by,
Months and days tuck arms together like brothers,
Time in a rush, no time to say goodbye.
By the hours, time revs up speed,
Minutes not enough to run,
With frantic fingers, seconds arms feed,
The last of time allocated and moves on.
Why do we wait till the very last minute?
Is the world not always calling,
Yet we don't respond.
Does it take a crazy emergency,
For us then to see an immediate urgency?
Why do we wait till the very last minute...
Yes, life happens.
But, what does being ignorant do?
Yet we don't respond.
Just because sorrow isn't always
In the light of the naked eye,
the birthing pains have been
creating it's torment gradually.
Why do we wait till the last minute?
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