Each day is priceless;
We can treasure memories
Of both weal and woe.
The treasures lie within the ancient divine words,
Often encumbered by perplexities and complexities.
Sometimes we fail to recognize this trove,
Overlooking its pricelessness.
The treasures are found in the hymns and songs,
Composed by the inspired.
At times we sing, focusing only on the surface,
Neglecting to delve into the depths of their brilliance.
The majesty of His presence heralds these treasures,
Yet we often overlook their essence.
We may not consider it necessary to strive for it,
But His treasures are revealed in our close walk with Him.
The jewel of Jesus shines through the stygian night,
Its light pierces through layers of deep darkness.
This jewel is a timeless mystery,
An ever-luminous treasure.
The jewel of Jesus is the quest of those seeking its hidden light.
They search deeply in the silence of their hearts,
Listening and being guided to the jewel.
Knowing Jesus is the doorway to His jewel,
Trusting Him leads us along the path to its trove.
Tenacity and resilience bring us to its chamber,
And redemption teaches us that no other jewel is worthy of our pursuit.
April 12, 2025.
Rare is valuable.
But rare and lovely?
For which pricelessness, long sought
As dazzles, sparkly
Beyond fortunate
Jewellers, more them
Who, from up close, stare into
Such an eyed gem.
Like Rip Van Winkle, she confronted a new world;
Hers was one of commonplace and acceptability,
not exceptional nor eager for excellence.
Remember when bacon packs were a pound,
and diesel was cheaper than gas? 16 ouch packs
are now replaced by 12 ouches with higher prices.
I understand inflation. Have you seen Common Sense lately?
Craftmanship and the Midas Touch are disappearing also. Perhaps you
will find them with a gallant search, but be enduring and patient; for it
could be a rare find. Like many things of quality and pricelessness, The
Midas Touch appears to be quietly exiting the stage. The curtains are closing.
Unfortunately, some things don't get to be made great again. She gave her
best as she sighed by day and wept late at night. She could not compromise
the essence of her soul. She wanted to stay, but could no longer compete.
Often outbid by style and mediocrity, she maintained her integrity.
122622PSCtest, Edward Ibeh.
Contest Name: This or That, Vol 15
Her voice resides skyward
Are avail is never sleazing
Are conscience prays the bequest
I touch her neck, swaying down her spine
Her breath has never been so sharp
Just begging for more
We are seamed
Harvesting the serenade
Hitching the melodies
Bacchus lightens the moment
I see the beauty of grace shall fall
Internal medium gone ethical
Eternally it is a tone of pricelessness
The corpus of body and mind
Stimulating salvation
This is venereal eve
As the curtains blow in the breeze
So warm, so hot, melting away
Is this your love device?
You’ve threaded me with poisonous lips against my senses
Like cinnamon trill
It’s burning within me
It’s runnin’ in your veins
We can’t shear away
This is an affectionate declaration
I stare at your face as I remember it so vividly.
I remember every piece of hair
You crafted to lay so perfectly in place
The tip of your nose that became slightly rosier with each year
The way your eyes wrinkled when you smiled
Your hard belly against mine as you gave me a hug
When you said "I love you kid"
And the pricelessness of those words
Spoken more frequently towards the end.
I wish we had more time
So I could show you who I have become
You may be gone but your love lingers on
In the hearts of not only your family
But every person you touched
And welcomed as part of that family
You showed me that love is deeper than the surface
It is rooted over time
Solidified in the thick and maintained through the thin.
I close my eyes
Trying to picture the beautiful place
You have chosen you reside
Sometimes I whisper to you,
Hoping you can hear me
Just to say I love you
I know I will have to wait patiently
For the next chapter
When we all will reside together
Majestic mountains guard the lake,
A piece of heaven here on earth.
Behold it, your breath it will take,
Its pricelessness defies all worth.
Nothing made by man can compare
With nature's architecture so fair.
~~~~~
Francine Roberts
for John Freeman's 'A Nature Verse' contest
13/09/2011
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