What am I if not a threshold for pains receiving, let my purpose be known and thine victorys be sweet, for now is not the hour for decite, nor retreat, mine is such that I must endure, have I wronged thee in such a way that my day to day taste so bitter, or do I protest to much to the ability laid before me, unjust I feel is been my judgment with out conviction, is that what keeps me bound to this forboad place, why oh why heath thoe forsaken me in this way, will the dawning of the new horizon bring me more of the rain, I know not the name of our creator but I feel him in the same, inside and in mind, my soul parishis burned in the flames of recognition, or do I protest to much, here me so that I may trigger a response, because I know my purpose but not my end, the better end of agony will be my paradise, my well earned resolve, so I ask thee one more time, why have thoe forsaken such a unparishable hand to which you control, and bring thee about a loss of this undamed soul.
I.
One cloudless day, without spring shower
or monsoon, angels made their stand;
and conjured otherworldly power,
one cloudless day, without spring shower.
But God pruned me like a flower,
when I clutched lightning in my hand,
that cloudless day without spring shower:
I then was chosen that same hour.
II.
Though crucified, reviled by hate,
I dwelt in my ivory tower;
inspired by love, as I create,
though crucified, reviled by hate.
My sweet songs showed how God was great;
fertilized by life's manure, my flower
bled, crucified, reviled by hate,
by evil men, the world, and fate.
And Goddess Of Destiny Ordained That We Meet
I walk through silent waters so slowly adrift
My doomsday heart racing just to barely keep up
The old barn owl flies forth, so adamantly swift
I drink gaspingly my joy in my bright golden cup
No matter, the black shadow follows my same path
Even this beaming new dawn cannot stop its flight
The olden gods they live again venting heartless wrath
Death arrives on silver wings and with darken night.
I walk out of silent waters, a brand new soul
Rage, chaos and heartache could not spirit defeat
For purity of our love protects loving souls
And goddess of destiny ordained that we meet.
Thank I, life giveth this greatest of golden treats.
Left far behind are my pains and useless defeats.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
September 22nd, 1973
Note:
"Momentary lapse, where this life seems worth living.
Where Fate forgets its ire and lets love start giving."
Today is the gift
that tomorrow hides
Alive in the moment
that scripture describes
To live deep inside it
a blessing ordained
To capture this instant
—forever proclaimed
(Radnor Pennsylvania: June, 2022)
We started on a common path,
But not one of our choice.
In time we went our separate ways,
To hear or find our voice,
And so traversed the wilderness
With joys and dangers fraught.
The path I chose, not best or worst,
Just mine, or so I thought.
I did not scale that rocky cliff,
Nor cross that deep crevasse;
I found the briars and the thorns,
And verdant, pleasant grass.
Yet here we’re called to take a rest,
Again, not one we chose.
The way is forward; that is clear,
Yet to where no one knows.
Shall we recount where each has been?
Do bygone ways still matter?
Or shall we share a common time,
Again before we scatter?
How will I know about that scar,
Those flowers in your hair?
Or you about my painful limp,
Those wrinkles there and there?
Come, let us simply rest a while,
Tend sore and calloused feet,
For He alone knows when our paths,
Divergent, wandering, meet.
—————
for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 12 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written 03/15/2022
What romantic dream drives
Two minds to become one heart
Vowing till death do us part
What kind of passion
Moves two souls to unite
And truly become husband and wife
What love doth inspire
A man and woman to combine
Becoming one for a lifetime
What kind of fool
Waste time trying to define
What has been ordained by the Devine
In pools of many colors, as vast as salts and sea,
It, streams in proximity to you and me
It is Endless Source most healing;
Spoken of by matriarchs, past and new.
Faith, grace, and mercy stood as firm as,
The hands of time, that stretches beyond the blue -
A Super star from Galilee knew this so well;
The woman at the well was to go tell...
The Source of all things made well, quenches thirst.
She preached and teach like artist with The Word,
Haven't you heard?
She mounts mercy to pedestal the color of kindness
She's a bouquet of grace to the human race
She's faith, like seed of hope planted in our dreams -
The feeble is emboldened, one, by one, by one.
*
Blending history expedition with miracle exposure
privileged am I as God’s "ordained videographer" via faith-journey…
beholding His creation triumph along wondrous omnipotence
noting details of Almighty hand at work midst reigning grace
gripped by Gospel realities, highlighting the life of Christ
witnessing His loving sacrifice for mankind’s redemption
…I’m indeed blest in this divine make-believe venture, exalting the Lord*.
*Psalm 34:3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together.
June 23, 2020
7th place, "It's Only Make Believe" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle; judged on 6/27/2020.
Between the warm leaving rain
and the coming of the pizza –
a beer flushes through a gurgling gullet.
It's coming...Medium Margarita,
sweet roasted tomatoes and bubbling cheese.
The evening sky breathes deeper.
Womb-warm, the pizza-satchel sings
to my drooling taste buds;
a delivery almost born,
an ordination, almost consumed
by the wait.
I pour another beer.
If every day to matter
If every moment counts
If every word to chant and sing
If every phrase be stout
If every coin pound sterling
If every debt marked paid
If every feeling dubbed divine
—salvation pre-ordained
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Our shadow
Ordained by the sun
Enough!
Let us bask
For Gods' sake
The Lord shall pass
Right through you///
And cause your Spirit
To shutter...
-----
Endow you path with
Knowledge and righteousness
And gently reap thy Soul
Through and through
With conviction....
- Let -
His love carry you
Gary Fields
your friend in the pen
No deed can control you
Know
Love
Lord
sticks and stones
can break bones
but my words
only creates tones
the tool of the wise
is his pen
the resting place of the lion
is it den
only a fool trust in his gun
and that is the difference
between the moon and the sun
i am a lion
but do not feed on flesh
i like to go natural
for it will just make me fresh
For God's sake
The Lord shall pass
Righ threw you
And cause you' Spirit
To shutter
-
But first
-
Endow your path with
Knowledge
And gently reap thy Soul
Threw and threw
With conviction'
GF
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