You set the day down gently,
as though it were a fragile thing
that needed your kindness
more than your attention.
The mind that gathers light
has its own weather~
bright one moment,
overcast the next~
and you’ve learned to honor
each shifting sky.
So you breathe,
slow and without urgency,
letting the world loosen its hold
on your shoulders.
In the stillness,
something soft returns~
not a thought,
not a word,
but a small inner warmth
that reminds you
you are still whole,
still luminous,
still capable
of beginning again.
Rest is not an ending.
It is the hush
that lets the next light
find you.
My heart is in a sepulchre
My soul rests upon silent flowers
Waves crash upon the dreams I dream
A hush reigns over my gay spirit
That the simple not perish in his folly
That the just not die unwholly
Let the wits of the wise search me out
Let the elders of the earth be precise
Where do I find that which stays hidden?
How do I revive that which stays dead?
When will the culprit of delayed destiny be apprehended?
?Must life be dead before it is comprehended?
Until the stars bear witness to my pain,
And heaven answers what the earth concealed,
The God who watches o'er the restless deep
Shall speak, and call to life what once seemed dead.
crimping clouds ripple in reflection the day contracts as memories reseed in refection
Peace sought my heart,
Her calm touch, a gentle start.
Her care brought sweet relief,
Like cool rain upon dry earth.
The feeling of love and care,
The warmth of joy,
A solemn expression of happiness
She is a caregiver to weary souls.
With each new sun
Comes a brand-new start,
A new dawn of life
To take the knife from my hand.
Do not take peace for granted.
When she comes, she brings happiness;
She is the doctor of my soul,
And her love makes the heart whole.
My heart is a secret garden
that only I beget to roam
For I’m guardian of the code
etched on my mind, and mine alone.
The garden's my divine haven
a special supreme place to be
When I'm in need of some me time
to rid troubled thoughts of debris.
Birdsong, bees buzz, breaks the silence
with supreme musicality
The fine tweeting and the buzzing
bringing peace restored unto me.
A unique perfume of roses
lavender, hyacinth of blue
All are my soul's restoration
that brings me back, sat here with you.
There is balm in Gilead; there is balm for my soul
In the streams of the Jordan broken spirits are made whole
There are streams in the desert land that give healing within
And whoe’er tastes these streams of grace shall never thirst again
There’s a place where He pours out His grace upon the needy heart
Where at last things become complete yet suddenly things start
We can sing and hide beneath His wing, protected from all harms
There the Good Shepherd graciously shall bear us in His arms
There’s a mount in Canaan’s land; there’s a cleft in the stone
There’s a place where the wand’ring heart can fin’ly feel at home
There is rest in the Savior’s arms; there is rest for my soul
There is dear love and freedom ‘neath His yoke and His control
There’s a fount that springs from Zion’s mount that can cleanse us from sin
See the gates of the city opened wide to let us in
To the Son’s sweet goodness we shall run—to His unending store
In the house of our Savior we shall flourish evermore
One of Newton’s laws says that if an object is at rest, it will remain at rest unless another force acts upon it.
Why does Emma say this?
Often, when we let things be, it’s because we need peace. It may not be easy, but it will benefit us in the long run. What I don’t understand is why we, as people, let things remain at rest and then go back and act upon them ourselves.
God allows things to happen for a reason, and when we go back to what He already removed or quieted, it shows that we didn’t fully learn the lesson the first time.
We should let things remain at rest, let go and allow God to handle it. He’s the only one who can truly guide and free you from what you’re holding onto and constantly running back to.
If an object is at rest, let it remain at rest.
The King’s chest of treasure lay bare
Devasted by the cruel jealousies
Of the madness of commoner’s warfare
For dominance in power heresies.
But, finally God’s glory was restored
And all the former graces and strength came in
On fluttering wings the Holy Ghost bestowed
The wealth and riches of heaven carried back within
In an afternoon of providence’s reconstruction
In the perfumed mist of apple blossoms
And Italian boxwood topiary structures.
The angels were its witness with tearing eyes
They started singing Glorias and Hallelujahs
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
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