Family traditions
passed on
ingrained,
instilled
a set reminder
of how it was
how it should be
before society has taken away our rights brainwashed us
leaving us feeling
desolate
Do we ever think to form our conscious
Having watched the moon and studied it
Seeing it form the most perfect of smiles
What part of the truth do we not understand
The media has a bias when it comes to revelations
A rich collection of certain subjects form ungodly acts
Pride your blindness doctors your opinion to speak honestly
Let us draw on the picture of a broken soul
Begin painting from the darkness with a shade of light
Without colour we are left with a blank canvas
Do we find justice disheartened turning the tables
We are so occupied by our own ideas we have lost contact with God
A tragedy when we loose focus on Jesus's words
Not recognising the face of mercy when it pleases our inner being
UP ROOTED BUT NOT ROTTED
(A Senryu Of Hope Trio)
My precious son,
Lost in the nature of hate:
Our lives plowed apart:-
Our sown sprouts of love,
Uprooted and thrown away:
Their reaping delayed:-
Yet, life has its Spring,
Renewing its fruits of love:
Resurrection coming:-
ROOTED IN TODAY’S SUNSHINE
(A Haiku Trilogy)
The moon said, “bye sun”;
laid him in his horizon
to wake tomorrow:-
Perpendicular,
I rose between sky and ground;
rooted in sunshine:-
Today has been great,
tomorrow promises more:
yesterday, survived:-
E-arth
L-ends
L-ight
E-ven
N-ow,
C-arrying
O-xygen
M-easured
B-y
A-ges,
L-ifting
I-nner
C-alm
E-ver
R-ewarding
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Ellen Combalicer)
I walk with books, not shoes of gold,
A dream stitched tight in hands grown bold.
From streets where silence fills the air,
To classrooms lit with whispered prayer.
Hispanic heart, both fierce and kind,
With stories etched in every line.
Though coins are few, my will runs deep,
I plant my hopes where others sleep.
The world may doubt, but I believe—
Justice is more than what we grieve.
I rise, I speak, I claim my name,
Not just to strive, but to reclaim.
With our soul’s valleys
watered with God’s wet spirit,
and his healing love,
be as trees of divine sap
sagely rooted in his work:-
rooted and growing
Forgiven and sowed...
rooted in God's love garden...
growing gracefully...
Beneath the shade of a tree
On a blanket handed down
In shoes that are too big still
And a yard with untouched ground
Someday you will stand
To take your first steps here
Someday you will reach
And climb the branches near
Atop the canopy of leaves
When you’re looking low
Peer upon a flower bed
With springtime seeds to sew
Soil riddling our nails
Someday you and I will plant
You’ll offer to help with dinner
But I’ll still help you wash your hands
Tendrils,
Twisted, reaching,
Sun-warmed leaves, fruit hangs ripe,
Man's patient and yielding journey,
Vineyard.
©bfa030925
Chicago, you rooted me down while lifting me up. Providing the nourishment I needed since I was a little stump. I’ve grown so much over the years and now ready to brave a new frontier.
My root system traces back for generations. Sprouting offspring that remained planted for decades while weathering life’s gyrations. For most of my time I thought I’d stay grounded too. But the time has come to cultivate fresh soil to sow some seeds anew.
The uprooting is stirring sadness deep in the dirt of my soul. Separating from my forest causing me to question if I’ll still be whole. Realizing why it’s so painful to say farewell is because the amount of strong oak trees I was surrounded by was so plentiful.
The sadness is sure to come and go even after I depart, however my Chicago roots will forever remain entwined around the frame of my heart.
---I seek to forgive you,
grace so that we both may be
---recipients of mercy and grace
I am eager to submit
---and be rooted in His Love
8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
Our roots start, deep within our minds
That hold bodies and personalities of all kinds
Our families are here to help us see
The person we are truly meant to be
Deep down, within our brains
We keep up an act, to avoid the drain
And we strive to be Kind
Fore when evil happens, we shall not act Blind
Negative energy can cause something bad
Fore, we don't want to live our lives sad
So, we must know what is right
And push for it, like it's a life-or-death fight
strange is the cornerstone
it's built beneath the ground
the roots are traveling forward
upside down the many tentacles
such spectacle
piercing grounds and turf spectacle
someone mystikal glorious heaven
so were forward worth I am rooted and grounded
3/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
I am a tree I may waver and bend almost fall
and yet below me my feet are roots
and I'll stand ever tall
~for it's not about the arms and hands,
leaves and branches
my legs, my feet liken roots
I taller such so I am rooted
deeply and grounded
I am a tree I may waver and bend almost fall
and yet below me my feet are roots
and I'll stand ever tall
I AM DEEPLY ROOTED AND GROUND IN --HIM-
I AM DEEPLY ROOTED AND GROUND IN --HIM-
2/27/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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