Beauty from ashes, His glory the centre,
Blessed the nation where God is the Mentor.
Raise the banner, lift it high,
Shout the triumph - victory’s nigh.
Let His glory fill our land,
His Name planted where gates still stand.
Turning ashes into gold, a prototype new,
Let go, to receive the new He gives you.
Breaking the chains of sorrow and pain,
Unique you are - His blessings remain.
His favor surrounds, a shield ever true,
Forever protecting, encircling you.
She wrote of the fields she walked
the lakes she traversed
Her stick in one hand
her pen in her purse
Wherever none existed
she planted arbors
Revered by all, known by none
~ ‘til she was called back to harbor
Planted Seeds,
A tree of timelines,
Mine to define,
Refine into gold,
Never growing old,
Boldly standing strong,
My trunk is getting longer,
The song from my leaves,
Harmony to those who believe,
We achieve great things,
Little strings tie us together,
Tethered by eternity,
We are free to choose,
You never lose,
Just cruising along,
There's no wrong turn,
Only lessons to learn,
As we earn experience,
Clearance to begin again,
A win win for me,
I can see many branches,
Taking chances to advance,
Dancing in the breeze,
Memories tease my mind,
As I find what I left behind,
Reminding me to unwind,
I designed this time,
Climbing higher to shine,
Refining everyday,
I play in the possibility,
My ability opens new doors,
Allowing room to explore,
What's stored in the core,
Before time even began,
You planted a seed,
Agreed to the conditions,
Got in position,
Made the decision to grow,
Knowing you'll cast a shadow,
Below the roots go deep,
Creeping through the dark,
Embarking on their own journey,
Growing a tree in eternity
Bestowing the life you see.
I’ve planted all my seeds
I’ve cried my last year
Watered my soul
Caffeinated my faith
Prayed for my prayers
Tipped my new therapist
The only game now is waiting
I pray my waiting is humbly
Next week maybe the time it all comes
But I’ve learned to throw away my watch
Most of life is waiting and planting
There is an irony with harvesting
That being each harvest begins new plots
Those plants again need planting and waiting
Swift winds,
Soft morning dew.
Smells surround me,
Sudden thoughts of you.
You left so soon,
I did not know what to do.
I close my eyes,
Bitter days gone by.
In your time, did you think of me?
Did you wonder where I could be?
One day comes,
Another day leaves.
You did not cherish all that was good,
You did not love me the way you should.
You passed from this life,
No more longing, no more strife.
Bough breaks, flowers toil.
Feet planted firm, planted firm in the soil.
An untruth is told
A seed is planted
My body is the soil
The roots infest my veins
The seedling sprouts
I’m overgrown with
Weeds
Tell a not lie
Planted is a seed
Soil is my body
My veins become the roots
A sprouting seedling
I’m a flowering
Garden
Split me in half
Save the flowers
Take the weeds
That strangles me
Uproot them all
My veins scream
The garden is gone
And the weeds left a scar
I’m just unplanted soil.
To plant is to trust
to cast one bright kernel down
into the unknown—
hope kneeling beside turned soil,
believing plant will unfurl.
Within seed's dry shell
a germ of much potential
lies folded, asleep—
entire trees are stored within,
whole forests in furrowed rows.
Seed must push toward
both the dark and light at once—
downward, upward, drawn
in twin rituals of yearning,
shoots and roots yen protracted.
Rain wakes the kernel
with a baptism immersion
unwinding the scroll-
whispering that time has come
to supplant sowing and grow
Two green palms unfold—
cotyledons greeting light
with trembling delight
two hands cupped up enlightened,
enlivened, become alive.
Boost where you are
Use what you have
Do what you can.
When trust is planted
it germinates
before it percolates
and rounds into belief
When you are feeling extra blue.
You just wish the earth would bury you,
In your mind let the earth make a mound.
Gather all the joy you have ever found.
Don't let anything in life seem so slanted.
Tell the world that you've just been planted.
I'm not a rock I'm not a stone;
my ancestors were made of soil
I am from, above
not beneath life force
birth
energy from heaven
a seed
Planted in between Heavenly Glory Father's
Elohim God and Earthen father and mother
co-created me
an anomaly
a seed
from heaven planted by my father's
into my mother
I'm nourished I'm sown
I'm grown
I am you man
human
Humanity spurned a seed
planted in my mother to evolve come out fleshling
and birth reborn
Energy woven spiritually place in vessel
Now I'm tissued flesh humanity
You want to know the truth,
I'm a HEAVENLY BIRTH PLANTED IN A VESSEL EARTHEN SUIT
11/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Our Granddaughter rang us to say,
She had a baby on the way,
We received an Ultra Sound
Of the foetus, it looks grand
The baby's features seen,
With its heart pulsating, what a scene.
To see this miracle of miracles so clear
From the tip of it's toes
And its shell-like ears
Filled with awe as we gazed at the view
Of this precious life so perfect and new.
Born with all a mortal needs,
From just one egg and one seed,
A gift of life from the master craftsman above,
Conceived and received with everlasting love.
He read books
and wrote some too
and taught some folks
how to do so too.
And every spring
he went down
on his knees
and planted heritage tomatoes
and sugar peas.
They planted me – threw dirt over my heart and soul
Planted, though, I learned to hear hope and joy,
Listen to the beautiful – fed by the incredible, inspired
Like a flower nurtured by the sun and rain, I grew
And grew until there was nothing left of the me they planted
In the dirt – instead, I became a flower basking in the Son
a bud seeds...
it's sprout form
and bud-ism...
is growth shaping
into a buddhist...
bud and flow-air
stans sand
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