I touched the sky, left the land
Dwindling in the galaxy, I felt your hand.
The Perseus sparkling through my eyes
The twilight fading between my cries.
Your hand helped me climb to my throne
Ornately beautiful, a kind of its own!
The clock turned by , my sorrows withered
The throne was my crown, your hand was my tether.
The glorious days passed, passed through my breathing agony
The Crown had started rusting, I heard some cacophony.
Your grip was getting stronger, my worries piled up
I wanted to let you go, the courage I could never muster.
My Thrown destroyed, my crown burnt
I am left with a heart ache, a morbid hunt.
Your hand has held me tighter since, I feel an urge
To hold it through my heart, but my tears put me on a searing verge.
I need some time, I need my guilt to seep through
But I cannot afford to lose your grip; Yes , It’s true!
I cannot leave your hand , you feel so close
But my past glory keeps questioning my roads.
I want to walk with you and not leap to the sky
I want to touch the land again, please help me try.
A little holiness is not enough.
As we are loved so we are called to love.
Jesus says, “Be perfect as Your Father up above.”
So…
A little holiness is not enough.
A little bit of grace just will not do.
The Spirit comes to fill our hearts anew.
Scripture tells us, “Hold on to all that is good and true.”
So…
A little bit of grace just will not do.
We’re called to live a life of sanctity.
Obedience to God will set us free.
Jesus tells us all, “Take up your cross and follow me.”
So…
We’re called to live a life of sanctity.
Love the Lord with all your heart and mind.
Try to leave your sinful ways behind.
Jesus says to everyone, “If you seek, you will find.”
So…
Love the Lord with all your heart and mind.
I was a potato type of guy, forget the cookies and carrots,
didn't believe in Santa nor Cinderellas with golden chariots .
Twas' late at night as I crunched my chips I watched TV
lo and behold what did I hear ? a large thump and a humf,
coming from the chimney, Oh Dear !
He stomped and he clomped then he said to me,
" You live like a pigster and where is your sister ?
clean up your place, what the Hee! "
He held up a sock and my heart went KerPlunk
as I watched him remove all my favorite junk...
He then gave me a card that was both soft and hard
dipped in gold. It was lanced with a sweet magical stance.
He then waited and hummed as he Jingle Belled some
"It's time for my pension" he said, then he paused.
"Guess what ol' chap, you've been Sanctity Claused !"
When in that dark space of overwhelming sadness, deepest grief,
an anguished soul pleads for mercy, some relief..
The compassion from others is consoling but brief.
One must savor the sanctity that comes with sleep..
There the subconscious mind in it's dream state will find,
those lost, those loved.
It's a heavenly sign.
While our weary world weeps with a death toll so steep,
one can lift up death's veil and find solace in sleep.
All Hallows' Eve
Ghastly, Macabre
Haunting, Shivering, Bewitching
Specters, Shadows, Saints, Seraphs
Praying, Glorifying, Rejoicing
Holy, Divine
All Saints' Day
''From which we pray for personal sanctity --ever at thy glowing altar.''
A delicately eerie feeling of Namaste greeted Gnomstar as she stood silently
Revering the sanctity of the forest, feeling awed and honored
No mere mortal had ever seen the spiritual lights of the evening maiden.
Being a gnome elfling meant she was one of the few to ever see it.
Was she sensing it or actually seeing it? This was unclear.
Whatever was happening had activated all six of her senses.
She was thrilled to be given the experience, knowing it could not be explained.
It had to be lived, and only a very few were given the honor of this
Knowing without knowing how you know.
She knew she would never be the same.
Morning Trek Into Sanctity Of That Invisible Place
I have walked into that secret haven, found solitude,
where in harrowing, sorrowing hours, agony gnawed this soul,
nevermore was an oath I sworn in my aching discontent
I a hard chained prisoner to my once vengeful attitude
burnt in bonfires of torturous regret, taking hellish tolls.
Morning trek into sanctity of that invisible place,
came a visit with Mother Nature, its magnificent trees,
flowing in with the waffling breeze, music- a repentant song
a pleading call, to stand there in its beauty and again face
magnitude of the loss I bought, pray while falling to my knees.
I have rose up, to see wondrous and magical love in life,
renewed in faithful spirit, grateful eyes now no longer blind,
seeing for the first time, hope and resplendent colors of love
joined world that no longer held power by its accursed strife
then I felt at ease, found peace of a truly contented mind.
R.J. Lindley, Feb 24th, 1978
Rhyme, ( From, A Revelation And Onward Flows Life )
Note:
Edit slightly ( 6/29/2020)
to achieve a uniform 15 syllable count per verse.
Seldom mistaken
A besotted bloke in New York
In love taken and shaken
Dreaming of an infatuation stroke
Bakes in his mind
A love niche his heart to gladden
Despite the labour grind
Of the love burden
Strutting his manifesto
Under a moonlight in a tryst
That delights his toe
To roll out a love feast
The bloke splurges
In honour of the damsel of his dreams
As time essence urges
Celerity in streams
Galvanized in his desire to capture
The damsel
Who his thoughts and feelings rapture
As though she were a gazelle
Swimming at the deep end of the swimming pool
In his heart
From which only he could be the fool
To depart
Heart on fire
Mind in flight
Imagination for hire
On the crucial night
When his emotional skills on test
Ought to gather
Opportunities in haste
On suds of love lather
In consonance with the promise
The bloke made to himself
The damsel to kiss
To delight the damsel’s self
Alas! Damsel repels
Advances made
In love pails
Her sanctity the damsel won’t trade or degrade.
Spread of bright spring thrills fragrant air,
Prompt poise unveils a certain mood;
Rush of joy rings such pleasant flair,
Imprint clear voice that heralds good;
Nurture grand feel as nature booms,
Gain poignant trace in floral squeeze.
Surprise greets zeal as saplings groom,
Ascend to face wonders that breeze;
Nice welcome charms such sacred waves,
Confront pure quest in journey fest;
Taste how love farms the sternly brave,
Incite the best though witty jest;
Touch mellows worth in lavish ways,
Yield to re-birth this ample day.
Leon Enriquez
24 February 2018
Singapore
shall not be infringed
what part do you not understand as with my last breathe
From the moment I first saw your beingness…
I knew from the flutter in my heart chakra, you were a divine goddess…
I could intensely feel the power of your consciousness…
In that moment;
I chose to desire to know your purpose…
I chose to desire knowing your dreams…
I chose to desire knowing your kiss…
I chose to desire knowing your intimate bliss…
I chose to desire you…………………………………
Illuminated golden light sparked a fire when our energies entangled…
A magnetic whirlwind of love carves a life path…
A river of gratitude flows from this heart to yours…
Your Beauty…
Your strength…
Your love…
Spreads my heart in devotion……………………………….
You think you know, but you can’t see
All the pain that you cause me
Each time you speak your wicked words
Of flawed equality.
My pride disrupts the ‘sanctity’
Of marriage, apparently;
And can cheapen it to a such an
Overwhelming degree
That when I kneel on bended knee,
Showing love for all to see,
I am not met with simple joy,
But with hostility.
I am then told that I can’t be
Married to the man I see
As my equal. As my partner;
The better part of me.
Please tell me when a court’s decree
Could give right to guarantee
That I can’t marry who I choose,
With such audacity
To condemn my identity
With broken rights, bigotry,
And the somehow growing norm of
Blatant iniquity.
So now I stand with clarity,
Sense of pride, and dignity
To say vehemently that I
Demand equality
And ask that you will stand with me
Readily and willingly
To battle the decisions born
Of amorality.
We are creatures of the Night,
imprisoned, dreaming, in the Day
yielding to the murderous light
trapped within our cell we stay
crying out we scream in fear,
sobbing dryly, disappear
while eternity is joyful never,
terror reigns on us forever
hypnoteric counter-minds
falling ever on the blind
kill the person, kill the now
kill ideas, you murder hope
with destruction we're endowed
ever growing in its scope
“Searching for personal exoneration, I found …”
A refuge by the sea
was calling to me
With dark clouds above
a heart forsaking love
It drew me in
despite guilt and sin
A sympathetic sanctuary inviting
as wind behind my back biting
Safe from the storms of my past
solitary reflection at last
Each move I make now without falter
my strength is renewed at this altar
I confess, I pray, I am forgiven
my doubts released in this heavenly haven
I rise, I turn, I walk back through its door
into a sunset so serene gracing the shore
Walking with lighter steps, my soul now open
cleansing of spirit allows me to live and love again
I look back but once to where I’ve been
And see my visit with faith really came from within
I reached inside myself to find
harmony of both my body and mind
Now I wander with belief in me
thanks to my ethereal encounter by the sea
Written by Shani Fassbender
For the contest "The Church by the Ocean"
Date written: September 23, 2011
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