I've struck a snag after a long develops steps.
To a recent attitude over alliance depth,
I investigate this frightening atmosphere.
On top, winning expresses me insecure.
Because of my hearty assurance, I'm here today.
Divine grace has favored us for countless days.
I'm ailing back running with my unique mindset.
God, the Divine, contrives a chart for us, don't fret.
I can't travel to this area alone or by potent force.
It's all mercury; there's subtly nothing else sparse.
I'm defenseless to impact or succumb to anybody.
Every day, there is solely a requisite mission boldly.
But I'm evenly a pebble and embody no braw feeling.
Conception utterly lingers the power of God's crafting.
Despite our slightness, shapes harbor an awful misgiving.
In our style-driven culture, inner self-fosters are laying.
The fence of affection grows stouter as unfolding.
The Lord has appropriately arranged everything.
We are more poised than we reckon and form sound.
A wall that set us free, not the myriad way around.
Written: December 19, 2021
We surround you
our tepid cones of darkness
bastardize your lights to greys
watching as you fight against us
but we consume
our trailing tepid tendrils
slither in your slightness
our darkness moves within it self
for none to resonate
we will saturate
and the darkness one becomes
we have all heard by the grace of God
an elegant form in movement smooth
and will he grace us with his presence
gracefully surrendered
why do we use the ethereal to explain
a slightness of perfection
in the eyes of persecution
i bet i have them all
see title
They say
how wonderful love is
it scents the hair, tingles warm and sensual
holds every breath in pleasurable pause,
the body blends with the soul and mind
at the slightness of its touch;
it beats the heart fast, it beats the heart slow,
it is more than we can bear
it is more than we can know;
words can not express it
poetry fails its grand illusiveness
still, we seek it out
ponder it with wonder and desire
contemplate it with jealousy and envy;
I've seen it, felt it,
shuddered at its presence
breathed in its passionate allure,
marveled at its tenacity,
wept in the possibility of its departure
wrapped myself in loss and tears of its goodbye;
how wonderful love is
do you remember it as well as I?
come back for another try
love,
me.
for Julie Leigh Rodeheaver's contest
Love Me Like You Mean It
12/15/19
Cast sullenly my line of self submit
accentuates addendum, not as wit.
The vast confront, an erring of God's cross
in tune not with repent, subservient loft!
Ah happiness, thy truth is so exalt
that when error confronting plagues to halt
upon my vestige in some slightness maim
the cost of time's repealing seems insane!
A word sent repetitiously in vain
consumption of my entity, thy name,
invokes a spell believable as same,
that love for thee thus dwindles with mundane!
Oh hear that gossip's ledger, its confront
but closing, as my ear not gather malt
and churn its own ideal as centered hunt,
that acquisition's trust turned to assault!
Oh bear me not this grief, and then ask why
my altar's inhibition now takes wry
and bending knee for grace in lost imply,
forgiveness for the hearing begs my try!
That spell of misdemeanor's focused ring
does cast its honed incentive, all to fade,
and if my thoughts of love were so . . . re-string
thy honor first, believing were my jaded!
Were truth or not, the loss of faith's excel
is stifled by this cursedness . . . love's hell!
Spring showering shores
rabbits running round in amusing
the glitter great glacier
been sparkle spends slightness by branches
wind witnesses willingly be affections
In reflection raised recreation.
And sense a rat, small the tale it
Running stopped by the torso as hulking.
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