Short Throned Poems
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From on high, only by Him
How throned o'er, thought of?
When as prompt, through each flash
Rainbow's, ray's, re-sent
The heartening mercy!
The heart-warming love!
To believe, must we bear
Full-faced God's descent?
Of one, cloud-throned eternal
Untiringly what is
In breathing out, breathed by all.
Freely. Lifts freedom's urge.
Of the many, that whipped up
Now cold, ahead of this;
Storm-rode as drove, devilish.
Ran from! A frightful surge!
crystal cluster scintillate on etheric arm silvery
throned in centre I sit pert alert
observing galaxies glitter gloriously at golden gate
silent stars circling dance luminosities, flawlessly
ordained with eternal breath echoing eerie
I shake ringed jewels from cobalt space ~
A priviledge, not a burden
The power of Love to wield.
In the name of the highest;
Crowned a king; alike throned.
As far beyond that wall afield
Each castle's; cloud-horizoned.
A great honour, the greatest
Entrusted them, vowed knightly
Raise not a gold-fingered hand
But tears for to wipe, ward off
In black who for Despondency
At such saving gestures scoff.
What closest to my kinship, there abound
as mercy in God's service so surround,
I place my heart and wonder at confound
regretting no truth's blunder, its impound.
Oh God, Oh living Savior, I am found
in Thee, in focal wonder, His resound
as I have loved in thunder, so rain rounds
the edges of creation to life's bound.
So in Thee celebration, reason's crowned
I love Thee more in station of God's throned -
And so determination, its tried song
is thee - continuation, my belong.
The wound becomes inward like the pink moon
after a little rain. It glows and then becomes
red as the blood and the wool of the wail
dangling white like a sheep in the wind.
And this thorn that now curves in your breast;
you will not bring to the garden
nor to the throned light.
It lies at your breast as a bone of some lost horse.
It will not bring Light to the growing mooring-post.
Nor will it exalt in any way the twining winds that move
in the night.
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Pronounced control by public throned,
embitters more when freely spent
then effort by those so exponed,
determined men who tried as went!
Who brave the course, and pride the role,
and grapple not with discontent.
Who later flag, to sense their skoal,
and never lag to represent.
God love the die, that unrelents
with teaming vie to circumvent,
but mostly grace the hands so bent
with labor, trusting to extent -
That mercy, justice pay the rent,
with kindness, as their implement!