All living
creatures
are lonesome
for God
Giving
them purpose
their light
in the fog
Not feeling
sorry
or thankful
in vain
They crave
the connection
their nature
— ordains
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
My audience
smaller
My arena
renamed
The point
that much sharper
The meaning
reframed
With them
I go forward
With them
I proclaim
What history
will treasure
What prescience
— ordains
(The New Room: August, 2026)
“Dear Kurt
“It’s Patsy calling
this afternoon
I’m looking so forward
to seeing you soon
“The cloud next to mine
is now empty and free
Your wish was to someday
be right next to me
“In heaven everyone
sings like an angel
Harmony waits
our voices enabled
“This spot will stay open
till you call me back
Saint Peter’s inquiring
I’ll keep him on track
“I’ve heard your kind prayers
to the Lord for my soul
And thankful for every
new blessing extolled
(IMAGINE)
“A songstress and poet
in joyous refrain
Forever a duo
— as heaven ordains”
(From Patsy Cline: May, 2026)
A seminary of devotion
ordains me with Grace
Spiritually enlightened
my soul is embraced
Its gift so much greater
than thoughts would belie
Cloistered within me
— anointed on high
(The First Book Of Prayers: March, 2026)
To deepen the secret of God,
every instrument aches, every string complains.
My sound has long suffered,
yearning to dissolve into Him —
yet no single note was ever enough to contain His name.
Still, in the listening,
still, in the playing of our fragile melody,
I pray the silence between us
is what ordains us.
God worked His wonders , through this obetient..And mostly humble man.'
God is the same yesterday today and
Indeed, tomorrow.' Divinely He plans.'
Signs of His passage.' On Moshe from
The 'get go' To this very day they still show
Of ' His guidance, of His Love
And The Way' we must go.' No prophet
No priest ordains right.' Unless the Spirit
Is guiding.' And though it be darkest night..
God is forever; the Everlasting light.' Work while He bids.'
Throw of the old yoke.' And He will surely win your fights.' As He did it for Moses
He will see all His true followers right
God made my bed this morning
Of course, I made my bed, but God planned according
God ordains all things, (good or bad, all things)
Yes, even the Drill Sergeant’s inspection to see if my bed springs
(All y’all will know what that means, if you know what I mean)
Does that mean God is evil?
No, He predestines all things and figures in our free will
That’s right, God predestines our free choices
(even when the duvet is not quite poi-fect)
God made my breakfast this morning
Of course I made my own, He provided all things, conforming
He provides all things up to and while, and the continuing
(He sees the seeing and knows the knowing, the end, and the beginning)
So, whatever you do, do unto the Lord
Because He’s in control, so be onboard
As in Pacto Arco Iris, so it is in all God’s covenants
As our God is moving by thwarting Satan’s intents
So, as you go about your day
Have comfort knowing God has planned the way
Even your free choices fit into His plan
For every child and women and every man
Praise the King of saints
Whoa! toxic compounds really flow
Who knew this Earth was not a ho?
When with her we toyed
Her life got destroyed
And oh no! we’ll reap what we sow
Humans are the planet’s riffraff
Our trash ordains an epitaph
This green world seemed sweet
Now smashed and not neat
So who's not the wheat but the chaff?
TAN BRONZE GOLDEN LADY
Her vision tan and golden
My heart souls beats so
Copper golden skin her breath,
as lavender kiss
Daughter of Father
Elohim who’s…
Sons ordains coverings
Of precious daughters He Father ordains
My heart souls beats so
Beautiful is the copper golden woman;
Whose brown, tan golden
Beautiful tan bronze golden lady
2/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
o this immortal, mortals tab god.
what is a deity to whispers in odds,
ordains frivolous gall?
and what say, god, of global appeal’s
pious prayers;
spurning collaterals of zeal,
the allowance of suffer in
war pales?
dressing, undressing as fate ordains
we walk through life as already impulsed
bliss magnetism cleanses soul’s feral stains
there’s nothing we seek, nothing to be repulsed
2. "over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... Samual Taylor Coleridge
Wailing wind amid strongest ocean storm
Night falls swiftly on tumultuous scene
Sailors aware for they have been well-warned
This is their reality not a dream.
Through long hours before sun ordains to rise
Neptune's wrath bombards with no sign of grace
Mariners strong, elements they defy
Lighthouse aids battle and fear is erased.
As ocean's tantrum slowly does abate
Sunrise breaks through the darkest of dark night
Yet, sailors' love of ocean 'tis innate
Phlegmatic, fearless men removed from fright.
The self-obsessive free-will ever seemingly dormant,
envelopes the mind with an illusory veil transient,
obscures the decreed destination God ordains,
l need to reach, for I should submissively at His will.
The camouflaged glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed quintessence, but I don’t discern,
for I formulate the free-rule tenets enslaving the ego
in the revered realm of fantasized self-deception.
I travel unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair,
on inward journey through the layers of awareness,
perceive in the soul the shimmer of the divine beacon,
lighting up the lane leading to the abode of bliss.
When the ill-conceived endeavor of the migrant mind
finds the dead end dark in the introspective pensive path,
the prime portal of the innate consciousness opens,
where the essence blooms permeated by divine light.
My soul shines with astral radiance in the space within
with the flaring brilliance of thousand suns,
in my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity
I’m illumined by heavenly galaxy in the inner sanctum.
The stream surges in turbulent torrent
the dry tree felled by the summer storm,
the truncated trunk anchors at the tilted levee,
in the web of boulders it sticks, stranded.
The flood slackens the grip of the slope,
the log begins a new journey
to the remote end the stream ordains,
the abandoned attachment it forgets, dislocated.
My life uprooted by the squall of strife,
drifts like the log, finds no holding ledge,
seeks to find the free course to the ultimate,
the notion of bonding I don’t sense, unpossessed.
The tide of time takes me to the strange shore,
in the alien mooring I linger awhile,
where people see me as a vagrant driftwood,
an artifact of frozen mind, fossilized.
______________
March 10, 2023
For Brian Strand Premier No 1196 Contest
The obsessive free will ostensibly latent,
overpowers the mind with trance of unreality,
obscures the course God ordains
l need to take for He designs it for me.
The radiance of the heavenly light
floods my essence, I discern,
drive away the shadow of ego,
and I emerge from the domain of conceit.
Free from the dungeon of despair,
I take the awareness journey inward.
With unfailing faith in God I get divine peace
in the inner sanctum of serene bliss.
My soul shines in the spiritual glow,
illumining the corridor of sustenance,
I travel beyond the bounds of travail,
believing the gracious benevolence of God.
_______________
December 13, 2022
Contest : What I Believe
Sponsored by : Angela Tune
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