Inspired by... Keeping the Faith and making a positive difference in the World.
I remain a conduit for God's Grace
By Michelle Morris
28/08/2025
There are times when I am weary
Feeling defeated from the Quest
The fight against Evil for Good
Takes its toll on my Soul's zest
I speak to God and His Angels
I ask for Guidance and increased Faith
Because it's difficult to be human
And help others' Demons slay
My efforts may be humble
My pace slower than I'd hoped
But I know I make a positive difference
In a World where Love seems cold
For I will keep Love glowing
I'll keep it warm and kind
My Light shines through every Darkness
To remind humans to be mindful
No matter what might happen
I remain a conduit for God's Grace
I persevere on my Life's Path
To leave the World a better place
© Michelle Morris, 2025
His mind a silent sentinel
Ever alert
Sifting the debris
Of forgotten duties
Its allegiance unquestioned
Yet cautious of the angst of authority.
It does not speak its mind
For it roams outside the gates
Touches the edges of thought
Without recoiling
A day may come
When the sentinel
Will no longer remain silent
Learning slowly
That thoughts
Generated in silence
Should not remain so
Loitering around at the expense
of my parents back,
I too wish to be at the resemblance
of hardworking thumbs,
those same fingers that sewed
the futile grounds back home,
my mother’s yuca farm,
my father's dying crops,
dance taking their final
waltz with the tumble-
weeds in direction
where my ancestors
sleep while their bones
continue
to prosper,
their voices evoke
within the breeze
that had asked
for generational appeal
to the heavens that took
their last breath,
“My body crisp
at the sight of the sun,
my mind wavers as my heart
knows endless
bounties of weeds,
twisting,
turning,
suffocating,
all of life beneath
our breaths,
Yet The Night is upon us,
offering eternal rest as
mercy has finally reached
it's limits, a new vision
begins alongside
the Golden
thread of Youth,
a soul that marked
a beginning and now
an end.”
All that's left withered
away as each ancestor
departs,
my parents left their grounds,
the vibrancy of life dried
up leaving no generations
behind,
My Youth became
their bodies and my life
framed forever in each
era of my ancestors.
I remain in the silence of the evening, wondering if it still matters now,
Whether you have forgotten me or if I was meant to forget you,
Because, in the end, what truly mattered wasn't the goodbye,
But the way you stayed, honest and full of love,
Truly present when I needed someone the most,
Like a warm light embracing the shadows at dusk.
Perhaps forgetting isn't the hardest part,
But losing someone real, a living and authentic presence,
A soul that knew how to be there without a mask, without hesitation,
Like an old tree offering shade and shelter on scorching days,
Or like a gentle river singing its story among the stones of time,
A thread connecting hearts lost in search of an answer.
So I sit here, contemplating memories that slip away like sand,
Wondering if your memory will remain alive deep within me,
For what mattered wasn't the departure, but your silent permanence,
Like a forgotten song that still echoes with longing and gratitude,
And perhaps, in forgetting, I find not an end but a beginning of understanding,
That the true loss is the absence of a heart that knew how to be real.
I tried to speak, but the words were hollow,
My breath held tight to leeward of an echo.
You said goodbye, like the end would follow,
But I’m stuck dumb trying to swallow.
You're far away,
But an echo still remains.
I called your name,
But silence forgot my claims.
You're far, far away,
But I still feel the flickering flame.
Of all we lost too soon,
As tide ebbed from our empty room.
I watched your eyes fade to dark gray,
Like stars that fail, shift to deep dark red.
Take me in to join you there,
I can't move to follow you, I'm paralyzed.
Before we were so rudely interrupted
We thouroughly enjoyed a chance we’ve got
We couldn’t foresee our plans will be disrupted
I didn’t know our time would be so short
Five happy years, then one day a curtain falls
So terribly alone, I sit and cry
You speak to me again, and the wheel rolls
I’m scrolling back to hear your previous reply
The messenger archive contains our story
I’m praying for the safety of our time
They can erase us without saying sorry
They can do anything, and we can only die
You’ve gone away, it means we’ve had enough
Of this old world, of all its joy and pain
Let’s die again, the cause of death is love
Your voice with me forever will remain.
Now, it is time for us to part
I think of you, my dearest heart;
in that, my sanity sustain;
for some of you does yet remain.
I’ll take your now cold hand in mine
and while, once more, they do entwine;
soft whisper all my vows again
for some of you does yet remain.
When only ashes I have left;
I will forgive the burning theft
and so forbear my ugly pain
for some of you does yet remain.
I’ll nightly rest my weary head
and dream within our marriage bed
then sleep where lovers often lain;
for some of you does yet remain.
Things are changing..' Always have done..Mainly material
Mechanical; methods, one by one.' Yet not so humans' who
Seem the same.? Gullible or humble; greedy wether in need? or
Vicious liars dealing in pain ' or just in gain.' Executive
Orders are being signed now! amid strong high spirits i allow
Is all helpfull? Could untoward things hide.? Controlling expression
On internet screens' would that be censoring.? What will all
This ultimately mean.? Is it all just theatre? Just whats the
Chance.? Do all prime movers meet after? For dinner and
Dance..Is the talk all commoditys? With the rarest staying
un-named that is ( pure truth' ) if you're uncertain? Often
Purchased through pain.' It might be brushed off real regular
Yet it always we get back to it. Or lack of again.'
and in the darkness of my room
as once again I realize
sleep has fled and I’m awake
and so be begins a another day
memories seem as if a dream
of what once was so long ago
how I wish I could return
to what now is lost in time
pictures now just remain
shadows of what once was
they hold no feelings
that I can touch
cannot hold in my embrace
hold them then close to me
and theirs fragrance to breathe in
little more than memories
harsh light of day does wash away
the pictures in my memory
and the longings of the night
dreams cannot be in the day
oh that sleep would claim me
and in dreams I could remain
and live again in what once was
that today are far away
Perhaps we only ever know the true meaning of life in the seconds when death calls out our name?
Perhaps we see beyond the light before we’re dragged back here again?
Though life is short by any time when the final hours close in.
Our years of memories store up inside to torture and love us both the same.
With decades worn weary eyes we adopt a smiling, abrupt, unflustered, resentful attitude to the threats of emotional and physical pain.
Life makes you see beyond yourself the older you remain.
Healing your mind and soul requires personal distance
from a world that does not provide a nutrient of peace
Sit quietly by the waterfall and entrench yourself in it
take the journey of self, allow your thoughts to blossom
beneath God's parapet, lies the resurgence of still life
Healing your body is an aftermath of wholesome assembly
drink from the waters of obsolete and be that empty vessel
that holds space with everything and everyone, ...
Do not move nor speak, just breathe and be immortal
inside this magic hour you will find, the breath of life
Extinguish the embers of your burning fire, take time
to sift through your feelings, allow them to take flight
Permit the dusk to settle and allow the dawn to rise
for they were both created for tomorrows afterglow
heal your mind, soul & body, remain in the flow..
This is written for my friend in memory of her beloved daughter. Sending hugs and love.
You'll always remain my darling butterfly
By Michelle Morris
30/07/2024
The butterflies are everywhere
They remind me that you're near
They flutter and spread joyous colour
Flashes of light and blessings everywhere
And even though you're in Heaven now
You let me know that you love me
You send messages via Earth Angels
To comfort me and help my heart's healing
Maybe I'll never get over the loss
Maybe it's my burden to carry
But I thank God and His Angels every day
For the Love and Light that They're sending
It wraps me up and stills my racing mind
It reminds me of the gratitude we have for Life
You will always remain my darling butterfly
And we'll share our Angel wings together in time
© Michelle Morris, 2024
It's nice to remain
Human; geared to help any
Circumstance there is.
TITLE: SILENT AMIDST
Can anyone really be SILENT?
Amidst the CHAOS of life...
That's a disparity;
Answered by a voice at a corner in my head
While I ponder and wonder
Over all life's Experiences,
Yes whispered Softly...
By another in a corner, my mind;
Silent is calm and calmness
Gives clarity to act
Reactions are not solutions
For every situations.
I'm healing from the wounds
The pains of elevation and others imputed.
Right in a corner of the Gutter of Vengeance
With thunderous slumber from hurts
And storms of hunger gaining power
Over my peace of mind without
JUSTICE just like dirt's
In a dumpster that lost it's cover.
Still pondering and wandering Over,
The unspeakable violence in me.
Vengeance is of the most high
Whispered from another corner
By other comer another voice,
My Heart, saying;
Justice is not free
You have to pay for it...
The guilty becomes BITTER
And the innocent feels BETTER.
Don't be in a haste to act when anger
Or eager to feed your emotions
For it's danger, my BODY.
.
whut's sangfroid
mean
* it means to "remain calm or cool under pressure,
especially, an excessive countenance".
Now, i am certain that my post "utopia sangfroid"
will sense...the calm is waking up to your lady
with bulging eyes look'n az ya done wrong;)
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