in
your
sacred
moments
of surrender
you relinquished
your natural instincts
to angel’s silver shroud
with joyous turquoise tears
and when again you soared
~ you carried dad with you ~
to the other side of the skies
as the sun bestowed a halo
upon the celebration of
~~~ONENESS~~~
*
o
xOx
ooOoo
xxXOXxx
oo-LOVE-oo
xxxXXXXxxx
~ooOOOoo~
~~xOx~~
o
xOx
ooOoo
x-JOY-x
ooOOOoo
~xOx~
In crescendos and surges of light,
Beneath the somber, crimson sky,
Beyond the shadow's line,
He stretched his wings in haste
He found and swept an angels heart;
They shine and struck embrace
And onward flew the angels,
By crimson flame and flash
We simply stood and stared a while,
And heard the trumpets blast.
We saw it singed and scorched in light
And in the glow of golden blaze,
The past cannot declined.
No meaning slips away.
A love designed to last the years,
Will not be torn or taken,
A mother’s boy united,
A time for celebration.
I never knew exactly how
They went their separate ways
And somehow months accumulated
Since their coupled days.
It made me sad to know how much
I missed those moments where
They’d spend their time entangled,
Such a cozy, comfy pair.
Yet just this morning, I was in
For quite a big surprise
When, in a folded t-shirt, there was,
Right before my eyes…
The missing partner to the sock
That’s waiting in my drawer –
The best reunion ever
From all garments I once wore!
When you’re on an endless highway
is there any hope at all
that a destination will be reached,
and you can finally fall
back in the arms of the one you lost,
in the home you left behind?
For despite the years spent traveling,
more highway’s all I find.
They say that life’s a journey,
comprised within a dream.
A quest designed to test the will
and faith in things unseen.
So each day when the sun sinks low
and the highway fades to dusk,
I look and see you standing there
and know I that can trust.
Thus, I keep traveling on and on
and fight this empty stare,
and fill the time with dreams of when…
I’ll finally reach you there.
Meet me there ...
Be it rain or shine,
Since I like both
Any weather is fine
Find me there ...
With those already met,
To mingle there ...
With ones I haven't yet
In a good place where
We can laugh and smile,
And talk to the ones
Not seen in awhile
I'll be going there
When my time comes,
I'll be waiting there
With my old chums
Promise me now ...
You will cry no tears,
And meet me there
In one hundred years.
The dawning sky lightened
as day crept up the horizon
pushing Night
toward his exit passage
While all of early rising
could hear the wind of Night
pleading piteously to the Day:
Do let me stay cast me not away
from Earth, my love so dear,
His grieving tears
of pink and rose bright scaring
early morning sky.
Good-bye, good-bye,
cried the Night to his beloved Earth
each clock tick away from you
I’ll cry
His sighing scattering adrift
A ream of puff white handkerchiefs
to cloud-dot
Day’s blue fresh sky.
Such was his sad farewell
to his love
dear Earth.
So in wait
Night coursed the southern
back world
until the hours
be clocked away,
Waiting for sunset
when he would chase
a tired Day away
in a dazzling blaze
of streaked glory,
To then again
softly shroud
his beloved Earth
in his loving arms
of Night.
I am excited bout my Christ
My Lord
My Savior
Parting the skies, coming down
To fly away with the redeem ones
Am I, am I one of His
Inner twine in Christ reunited in the heavenly skies
8/27/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Painting ~ Return of the Prodigal ~ Il Guercino
Returning from the land of my rebellion,
in rags that reek of pigs and sweat and mud.
Now penniless, I’ve been a hell-bent hellion,
wasting the fortune of my flesh and blood.
But now considering my distant father;
how could I dare to think he’ll have me back?
I’ll plead to serve as slave and be no bother;
even his hired workers have no lack.
I journey home rehearsing all I’ve done:
“Father, I’ve sinned against heaven and you –
No longer worthy to be called your son.”
My voice goes numb when home comes into view.
My fears fly when I see my father’s face
and weep in his forgiving, kind embrace.
written 8 Sep 2020
What, if any, shall my love be; if tho is not there in the meadow of our season? Will our love wilt as flowers do in the burning sun without thy water to sip into its roots? Shall we not meet by the tree in the meadow of our love? But, if it is not ordained, how so may it go forth, in the bloom of the day of our meadowed love seasoned? I do miss thee, when we are parted from us, in our meadows; seasoned love.
Separation of a Seasoned Love
Our love is, but, just a separation,
For just a bit longer from one another.
For our souls still,
Danced in the moonlight of our season of love.
Oh, how I've missed our time
Spent physically with one another.
The anticipation of us again in the heavens,
Exciting the taste of our beauty we had the chance to live.
My love, until we are reunited;
I shall count the seconds till our harmony;
And, is together, and once again regained.
My love for Him is forever eternal,
Faithful, as the love that once lived here.
Rest my love,
May our Lord shine on our beauty,
And again, by mornings dew;
Shall we be together again?
I’m looking for equilibrium, between my head and my heart
Let my vision clear before my desires to see you burst
In my brief visit home, I want less time apart from the start
Filling up my days means spending time with you first
Our meetings together to be savored and tasted in full
No time to dawdle as I’d rather you be with me near
My longing to see your pretty face is loves’ gentle pull
Get to know your heart as well as how dear you appear
You gaze back at me, a bit of melancholy in your gay charm
Talking and laughing together like in all your childhood years
It’s so good to know we can still fit happily arm in arm
And we’re healing from all our fears and angry tears
These little bits fill my heart, so much to share before good-byes
Our precious time together, too soon away it flies
Daryl uncle daryl where art though
are you looking down from up high
have you been given your wings yet
have you learned how to fly
have you made people laugh
or are you the new guy in town
are ypu enjoying the view
to earth each time you look down
are you now wrinkle free
your tummy made to be tight
are you clothes made to fit you
have they increased your height
are there cars and some bikes
or busses there just for you
do you drive in the clouds
where the sky is always blue
have you been reunited
with your dogs from down here
did they run straight to you
did you shed a tear
have you had good chance
to speak to your family yet
what was the first thing you said
at the moment you first met
do you all live together
or do you have your own cloud
do you grow your own food
are the fields perfectly ploughed
so many questions
i wish i could ask you today
but until we meet in heaven
ill talk to you when i pray
wherever you are
please come and visit sometime
because we cant come to you
that would be quite a climbe
The singles ad pointed out to her was beautifully written.
Even though married, bored, Shelly was instantly smitten.
She told some big lies, so she could meet her soulmate.
They had a meeting place, and she agreed to be there by eight.
Her husband would watch their six children, of course.
He never had anything to do, if he was not on duty on the force.
He came in and said, "I have to go out, honey."
She said, "call a sitter, we have plenty of money."
She had primped and she looked her most darling best.
She was out the door, before he could do a single protest.
He called the sitter, and plucked his eyebrows. Looked his best.
Ran to the restaurant, for his meeting, felt it was duly - blessed.
He had prayed that morning for the woman of his dreams.
She was already sitting when he arrived, to her screams.
It was his darling wife, who had answered his ad.
They had the best date in years, maybe the best they had ever had.
"Walk by the beach, and hold your lover's hand?"
She smiled and whispered, "and dance to a band"
They laughed at their silliness, in love once again.
Nine months later they had a girl and boy twin.
starlit night
glow of the moon
october breezes spice the air
as the glow of the fire highlights your hair
spirits circle as embers glow
souls entwined in the nights embrace
my heart i trace on your cheek slow
the magic i feel, when i touch your face
spirits from the past
old as time and rust
we stare reunited
those spirits they are us....
across the oceans of time
between now and then
we meet in the middle
reunited again.....
Pretty young girl, in school and pregnant
Sixteen-year old mother, just a teen
Birthed a daughter and named her Edith
Had to give her up, it broke her heart
Through the years, she never forgot her
August third their anniversary
Inside she’d weep her birthday wishes
Sometimes she’d even light a candle
Atop a little frosted cupcake
She’d count aloud the years their passing
Imagine her wee one all grown up
This went on until she got married
Soon she started her new family
And she named her eldest son Eddy
No coincidence by any means
She wore her heart upfront on her sleeve
Without guile, she was an open book
Little Edith belonged here as well
Birthday cake on every August third
One night Edith did receive a call
No way could she sleep one wink that night
Aging, her biological mom
Had at last found her and wished to meet
So they reconvened and mended hearts
Now August third had come full circle
Her whole family reunited
Soon she could die peaceful and fulfilled
AP: 2nd place 2020
A long journey passing in this two love individual,
The essence that has been gone for a long time to
Be with someone who truly love.
The passing time moves in a different way,
The long rocky road, the wave of every journey
The process of learning of things happening around
Control and uncontrolled by itself. The distance,
The substance, the destiny belong by its journey
That they travel a long experience to
Determine the genuine feeling to someone
That never been change, that never been forgotten,
That never been lost in every step of the way
Turning and circling of time.
Every journey it takes that gives meaning to grow
To become, to recognize the details, to value
The implication of things in the past,
The present and in the future ahead of life.
'Till we meet again, to start a new, to live with you
In a satisfying love and meaning of a good life.
I will embrace the beauty of this journey
Of a TRUE LOVE.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
7 June 2009
1: 34 PM
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