Stuck to
myself
the glue starts
to lift
Exposing
my nature
a soul
frozen stiff
Letting
me go
the dermis
strips off
The sun
rushing in
melting
the frost
Open
to light
new Angels
take hold
Rebuilding
my past
the future
remolds
All dread in
the mirror
now turned to
the wall
My essence
unfrozen
and prescience
— rethawed
(The New Room: July, 2025)
Categories:
remolds, light,
Form: Rhyme
Love is not a burden
Sometime I lack to understand
Something ?? happening
to this hardened heart of mine
Softly Father touches me
Gently He molds me
I am His child and I am not a burden to Him
I am His greatest thing ??
And He wants not a one
of His children to fail
He loves unconditional
Hallelujah and Amen ????
8/16/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Categories:
remolds, analogy, appreciation, encouraging, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
Jesus is the Master Potter
By Franklin Price
09/14/2023
Jesus, is the master potter
We, the followers His Clay
He molds us into shining lamps
Reconstructing day by day
He lays His hands upon us
Kneads and shapes us 'til we're done
He is the Master Potter
Who recreates us, He's the one
As cracks appear, remolds us,
Provides our structure with relief
Then fuels us, and lights us
To be His lamps that shine belief
He trims our wicks when needed
To even light the darkest hour
Leading others to salvation
His lamp has given us that power
He adds a globe of glass or crystal
To let the light burn in the wind
To guide lost souls to heaven
For since the garden, all have sinned
He cleans our globes when they have darkened
And our lamps are not as bright
And we doubt that we are able
To shine out believing light
If Jesus had not died for us
On that cross upon the hill
Would be no need to have our lamps
For other's nights, our lights, to fill
Categories:
remolds, celebration, christian, inspiration, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
Weak and weary is the new physical outlook
while the skin remolds with lots of longitudes.
Hair dyed by nature itself,
Washed by legacies spreading
like the waves of an excited sea.
History presented with a new garment
through positive actions in great magnitude.
Looking back the steps, decorated with humanity’s smiles,
awarded so many caps and acquiring the ranks of a sir.
As the cycle completes as expected,
time will act and never change its attitude.
The sounds of death’s trumpet giving out a call
gradually gets there to first give a humble bow.
In his house, hades spreads the red carpet
Setting up a trip so far and permanent.
The journey is over,
a triumphant entry ensures into everlasting solitude
Categories:
remolds, celebration, celebrity, character, death,
Form: Prose Poetry
When your heart breaks into
tiny pieces,
Jesus picks them up one by one.
Shapes it in a new way,
until what He wants is done.
The tiny splinters He carefully
holds
to fill in the cracks of the
heart He remolds.
When He is finished He shines
it with love,
Blesses the heart with peace
from above.
Categories:
remolds, heart,
Form: Rhyme
When may one say a long time has passed?
After a year, five years, ten?
We each count time on foreign-made clocks,
On sunsets and rises, on appointments and schedules.
Skin remolds itself until there are no molds lefts,
Muscles and bones have expiration dates
Heartbeats are not drums for your amusement
They are countdowns.
Or is it possible there is no time at all?
History’s author writes too fast to tell.
Can we ever know each other?
Can we ever know ourselves?
Categories:
remolds, mystery, philosophy, time, time,
Form: Free verse