When the dismal darkness of the deceivers' camp
overwhelms and I have deserted the way,
a harsh winter of doubt governs cold and damp.
When conniving, selfish men parade and prey,
despair grips me tight with disapproval's stamp.
My candle is dimmed down inviting their waylay.
My deafened ears cannot hear the Lord's voice;
my blinded eyes are quick to make the wrong choce.
Sapped, my faith still knows only God can revamp.
Obedience first, I have learned I must pray
asking forgiveness for letting Satan cramp
my trust which I confess I let go astray.
Springtime returns as the Lord re-lights my lamp
with the dawn of redemption on this new day.
Wisdom and strength restored, I can now rejoice
surrounded by the Lord’s peace and heaven's joys.
Seeking now for recovery
I beseech God to heal my soul
from wasted years of misery...
oh, so longing to be made whole.
Seeking help with sincerity
my heart wrestles for earnest plight
freedom from addiction's pity
pleading toward step in the light.
Oh, I long for sweet peace* and joy
amidst teardrops, sorrow and pain
please smite worry's doubt that annoy
grant me wondrous thanksgiving gain.
Lift my spirit from feeling low
to seize life's quest with eager zest
let me bask under serene flow
finding haven in hopeful rest.
*Psalm 39:12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Response to Glenn Hughes "Wasted Again"
June 7, 2024
5th place, "Glenn Hughes" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 6/16/2024
Scorned and ridiculed,
She carried her affliction for years.
There came a time when she bled.
Until one day her body buckled
And there laid she in her scarlet pool.
That filthy maiden was as good as dead
But Jesus reshaped her from earth’s dust
And delivered her from the hands of the cruel.
There came a time when
the unborn in her womb laid still; showed no sign of life
Curled in its fetal tomb,
And concerned expressions
On the faces of doctors
Alas, were ready when they considered the deciding factors.
But she in all the noise,
Lie unperturbed.
No doubt,
it was God who administered that herb.
And in an instant rebirth
The babe leapt, bounded and gallivanted.
There came a time
When all around her beloved child
A fiery furnace closed in,
But the loving arms of Jesus
Enfolded the child with oxygen.
Methinks that maiden would not have
made it to the other side
After the many years of
Stained tears she cried.
But she is Mother-Earth
And God has granted her rebirth.
I walk into the darkness,
my Father holds my hand
Naked in Him barefooted
I see with my spiritual eye, dimension spirit realm
I hear with my ears, heavenly things
I touch with my soul, abundantly beings
Angels sing I can hear them calling
I walk not afraid, I am with my heavenly host
I walk not with a stranger, but with Jesus Christ
Elohim gives direction, pause, accentuation,
and even interruption
restoration constitution
Halleluiah
Selah
1/19/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
In realms of heaven waves do dance,
Radiant beams come from the North,
Glory, mercy, and another chance,
Awakening our spirits, calling us forth.
Let us turn to days of awe,
For in His forgiveness we find,
A countdown to days of revival,
That resonates with divine timing.
Transcending borders, our mission takes flight,
Immersed in joy within His sacred gates,
Amidst His courtyards, bathed in healing light,
Devotion and praises, fill His courts.
The gates swing wide, unveiling destiny,
A brand-new season, fresh beginnings daily,
We find solace in His presence immensely,
His gaze unveils His love for all eternity!
No task too daunting for His glowing power,
Beauty and glory in blessed assurance shower,
His embrace, gives tranquility in the now,
For His glory songs come from the North.
Let situations
Be your motivation
For restoration.
With acclamation.
Let no aberration
Nor excoriation,
Disturb your focus.
Stay put in your direction.
I stand in the glow of the earth
Dawn to twilight, each day rebirthed
Under stars I gaze to dream deep and wide
The moon’s face pales my lifelong pride
Full circles of my history where I find my identity
enfold in shoreless places that set me free
Rejoicing to be one with all in eternity
Breaking the bonds of my earthly jubilee
When I pass into the stars of my substance
I will know the timeless secret of love exists
Where my footprints fell and my heart did drift
That love and beauty overflowed with abundance
With the essence of knowing such humble gifts
Devotion
If I was a lung
I'd need you as breath
If you are the air
You keep me from death
My blood needs your heart
To circulate freely
And also your eyes
To love how you see me
I'll walk with my legs
To wherever you are
As the healer of bones
Of each fracture or scar
You put me together
As I once used to be
It's like magic, but better
And although it sounds twee
If you opened me up
And examined each pore
Tattooed here is devotion
With your name through my core
Jinjagoliath
15th June 2023
When encroached buildings on water beds are removed,
The water beds stretch
More water birds they fetch
Pink flamingos, pelicans, crake
And purple swamphens, fill the lake
Kaleidoscope of colors they make
When the use of plastics is reduced
Soil becomes more fertile
Good organisms cheerfully grin
Biodiversity sustains
Healthy food they make us avail
Help flourishing all our lives
When the ecosystem restoration is done
Our mother earth will happily smile
And our mistakes, she'll forgive
The more she smiles, the more she gives
The more she gives, the more we smile
So let's make our Earth smile...
June 05 2023
Washed out to Sea
By Dilly Dally and Christopher Grieves
First line DD, second line CG and so on
Save my soul, I'm washed out to sea
I need the lights of a harbour to beckon me
Gasping for breath, in a bedraggled state
As the wild wind decides my ultimate fate
Swallowed up by the dark but emerge by the shore
A stranger to land and with sea-legs no more
Conflicted and confused by my second chance
Do I pray, do I sing, do I walk, do I dance?
I had thought that the sea would carry me home
Yet I stand with new landscape; fresh pastures to roam
The life I could live now plainly in view
New path lined with hope for my heart to pursue
Finally, brothers and sisters, rejoice! Strive for full restoration, encourage one another, be of one mind, live in peace. And the God of love and peace will be with you.
2 Corinthians 13:11 NIV
Finally, brothers and sisters, rejoice !
Let's encourage all lifting up our voice
There is one to cast out our old ways
To receive guidance so the wind does not sway
No longer being tossed around in the waves
For the one has come who saves
Tearing down the walls for a total restoration
Shall ,we start with a new foundation
Through the spirit to become one mind
Seeing all the treasures are within to find
That we might receive a new love
Which pours down from above
To find a new inner peace
Soaring as a bird being released
From this worlds chaos and strife
To tell another of this new life
The hardest losses
are those too late to repair
what has been win/win time lost
to despair
Just as love
cannot co-arise
where fear grows
fully uprisen
a prison
predicting anger's nearby
impetuously apprised
surprise.
So too,
Freedom cannot thrive
where addiction has hard helped
us feel we are not softly worthy
to survive
"Loser" labelled struggles
with addiction
cannot feel free of affliction
nor can giving in
to addiction's short-term affections,
powers to feel escape
from personal
and communal,
economic
and political,
monocultural
and monotheistic
OverPowers
Social judgment,
blame
and shame,
co-detachment
non-communication
developing hard
stiffly cold silent screaming
excommunication
Depressing loneliness
isolation
self-ostracization issues
win/lose closeted
fear-based shame defenses
against Old School GoldenRule
loss of co-invested love
offenses
Against spirited natural
nondualistic redemptions
restorations
of win/win historical
Sun nurturing light
and Earth nutritioning power
regenerating
EarthTribe
indigenously sacred regenerations.
diligent spider
rebuilding decrepit web ~
old silk consumption
Date written: 11/17/2022
That evening star shining bright above,
Never wavering, my compass guide,
Assisting me through a darkening night
When I wavered in my journey north
Seeking a special place in life’s schema
After my affairs were in order, blessed,
I was to make my way home repairing,
Restoring what once was, I had missed
While beggaring about aimless and lost,
That evening star was always shining
Even when I could not see its glimmer,
Most likely, not wanting its direction
Floundering as I was, far from serenity,
Seldom aware that I was missing, adrift
In a careless and cruel world caring not
Until near bottom I looked up and saw
The future I could call my own, if only I,
If only I, could begin again with you …
That evening star shining bright above
Never wavering, never giving up on me.
Written September 20, 2022
submitted to: 2022 Marathon Mile 15
sponsored by: Mark Toney
deadhead any grudges
slough off wilted feelings
instill a will to replenish
what was lost with more
abhor stagnation
regain greater growth
4-13-2022
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