A PLEA TO THEE
Hung down,
Open
To bleed my spirit
Forth.
My life
Continues
In shocks of pain like
Fire striking
Feet up through limbs
And spine to a screaming
Brain,
A cursing anger procedes,
Followed by my guilt-
Ridden soul regretting
My voice lacking gratitude
For the trial
— this one after
all those others —
For God’s mysterious ‘tho righteous
Reasons
On this path I am passing through…
While given His grace of strength
To endure…Withstand the jolts as
They keep coming humbling, blessing me,
And stiffened, shocked weak,
I plead, “Lord have mercy.
Christ have mercy, please. Please.”
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(c) sally Young Eslinger 2/25/23
Thanks be to God
An update blog about my health to follow this.
Categories:
procedes, christian, courage, health, pain,
Form: Free verse
"They see."
So I'm told,
As if I'm to know what that means.
Just another thing said,
Without need for all
the head.
"See?"
The preponderence of "sight" slipped into mine,
And slithered back out from between my teeth.
I'd assumed too much: pondering precedes neither the sights nor sight.
Into us they go -- the sights -- whether we pondered the light.
What procedes such un-prepondered precedings:
Productions of sights predicted in seeings?
"Say what you mean."
I wouldn't dare it before a three headed dog.
"They are holes for the light, and holes don't do verbs."
"They don't see, then, you see."
This is worse.
Categories:
procedes, confusion, introspection, metaphor, satire,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Time moves so quickly,
just yesterday you were here
soft-spoken and smiling
and then...
how quickly the years pass
and I on the journey that remains
for me by myself
alone, without you.
With or without you
every step procedes
and I miss you with every step
so wait for me
and time will be ours
once more, together.
Categories:
procedes, death of a friend,
Form: Free verse
as always,the cycle af night and day
produces weeks,month and seasons
the old year races fast
into the belly of a welcoming past
and a new one is speedily emerging
from the pregnant womb of the morning
as the seasonal cycle procedes
every sunrise brings a day anew
and its dawn signalled another day to renew
may each cycle of days bring you
joy,happiness and strenght to see you through
Categories:
procedes, hope, love, peace, day,
Form: Rhyme Royal