How hopeless and troubled
I felt I’d become.
The darkness had doubled
Since Satan had won.
I feared there was nothing-
No good could be done-
Until I was bathed
In the Light of God’s Son.
I worried I’d gone
Much too far to retreat.
My sins seemed my master
At every heartbeat.
So, I’d strive day and night
To turn tares into wheat,
But the world worketh lies,
And the devil will cheat.
I was like to be always
The same kind of man,
With a sin on my lips,
And damnation at hand.
When, deep in despair
And too broken to stand,
I fell to my knees,
And awaited command.
My Lord, in His mercy,
Looked down from above,
Not with wrath or disdain,
But with infinite love.
What came was a whisper,
No push and no shove,
But it lit up my soul,
And it filled me with love.
Inside something shifted,
And soon I was pleading
With Father in heaven
To show me the meaning.
I knew in my bones,
And throughout my whole being,
That I’d felt Christ’s love;
I knew without seeing…
Friends fidget, as do fellow musicians
throughout the auditorium anticipating
their moment in the sun.
To be truthful, they all wish it were done.
Notably nervous, nauseous,
She approaches the bench.
Notes are committed to memory, but...
just in case, she places a copy
on the piano.
Mom's seated down front
with grandma both beaming with delight.
One wipes her forehead;
one makes the sign of the cross.
Dad's in the balcony front row
with her wiggly brother and giggly step-sister.
Smiling, grinning, they want to wave;
Dad's look lets them know better.
Focused now, she begins her
original composition - Sonlight Sonata.
For five minutes of sheer delight,
she leaves anxiety with the audience.
Listen
To the sigh
Snowflake, breathing
Brilliant joy
Through the thoughts
Into the sparkling
Blue skies
Listen
To the leaves
Crackling, coloring
Autumn peace
With amber, gold
And scarlet dreams
Sweet serenity
Listen
To the grace
Reassuring, enchanting
Each soft moment
With light,
Flavored by music
Chorus of love
Listen
To the wonder
Full of praise, promises
Soothing away
The pain, fading
From the feelings
Revealing contentment
Listen
To the stars
Stunning the night
Twinkling bright
Like a candle
Awakening hearts
Blessing the thoughts
Listen
To the summer
Abiding inside
Where never is not
Even thought of
Grace – real hope
Invites the Sonlight
Listen
To the words
Spoken by God
Who knows us
Better than we know
Ourselves, our spark
Forever glows
Listen
To the faith
Who shimmers
With inspirational
Poetry, prose, poems
Blending blessings
Breaking through doubt…
Perfection – listens
To the screams of a belief
Far truer than any conviction
A belief that reminds us all
He is with us, there in the heart
Forever abiding – peace
Like nothing on earth can dream up
Listen – and believe!
In the darkness of day,
we, the tear baptismal ones
were reborn
In the shadow of Calvary,
we, the gospel seed
was crucifixion conceived —
A bereaved delivery
On that Golgotha noon night,
the Day Star died
And our mourning cries
had three days
of cradle grave
Silent ultrasound whys
Adam and Eve paradise bliss
was umbilical ended by a tempting hiss
Astray questions asked amiss
Out of the dawn midnight despair,
we, the ewe confessional few
were born again
Out of the shadow of a rolled rock,
we, the gospel flock
was Resurrection led
from the womb of doubt tick-tock
On that Garden of Gethsemane rebirth day,
the Morning Star revived
And cast all our sins in a bottomless grave
And that ere dark shadow o’er Calvary
passed away
In the blessed hour of SonLight reverie
11-29-20
Haiku-sen'ryu SERIES:
Seek things from above
feet on ground, blue sky in spring
gilded clouds chase the NIGHT
my role, just a scene
the author knows all the Acts --
personae, THE END
Submerged
into the murky waters
of iniquity
O my dirty soul
how muddy these waters be
Slowly ... descending ...
into the miry quicksand
At the last glimpse of light,
my eyes are wet bricked in
O Lord, I cry,
but my voice is stifled
This desperate plea is clogged,
as my body falls deeper into the bog
Jesus Christ, please help me!
My Savior, I die ...
a fallen spirit, sinking,
in sore need of thee
And in the last darkening breath,
hope did arise —
God sent the Angel of His presence,
uplifting me onto solid ground
These thankful eyes
has confessed their blindness
And now cherish the sight
of the bright, morning SonLight
... I am the light of the world
— John 9:5
The Heavenly Father
gave us the SonLight
So pure ... so True,
so bright
The SonLight shines
in the darkness
Nothing is hid
from the Angel of the burning bush,
nothing at all
The Angel of the bush that don’t burn
reveals every thought
Such radiant SonLight
shining into the hearts of men
Son flares so spiritually bright
exposes every dark sin
Come walk into the SonLight
with naked honesty
Do bask freely in the SonLight,
and feel the waves
of warm, soothing serenity
You are the light of my life
I will help you not to strife
For your mom is here
I will dry every tear
You are the reason of day
To stop and hug to say
I love you my son
And you are the only one
Even if mommy is feeling low
You make my heart glow
Even though you are three
I see a lot of me
You are the light of my life
Even if I struggle and strife
You are my sunshine in every way
To help me go on every day!!
Rachel Thibeault
November 2010
I.
The grave is the adolescent goal,
Death’s the teenage cult,
Byronic, the melodramatic role,
With suicide, oft the result.
II.
Transcending malaise is the urgent task,
Evading those marble tombs;
Your soul in Sonlight beams must bask,
Defying Death’s crypt-like gloom.
I.
The grave is the adolescent goal,
Death’s the teenage cult,
Byronic, the melodramatic role,
With suicide, oft the result.
II.
Transcending malaise is the urgent task,
Evading those marble tombs;
Your soul in Sonlight beams must bask,
Defying Death’s crypt-like gloom.
There is a place I long to go
To see the ones that I love so
A mansion is waiting there for me
When the last of this old world I see
“I’ve got a mansion just over the hilltop….”
To heaven where no tears are cried
Where pain and sorrow do not abide
What wondrous things up there will be
When heaven’s bright city, I see
“In that bright land where we’ll never grow old….”
The streets are paved with gold
A crystal stream flows, I am told
Meadows of lushest green I can trod
A heavenly choir sings praises to God
“And someday yonder we will never more wander….”
There will be no darkness there
Sonlight glistening everywhere
The wondrous tree standing tall
Flower gardens the lovliest of all
“But walk the streets that are purest gold…”
But the most wonderful thing to behold
Will not be those shiny streets of gold
But the glory of His face I will see
When at that gate He welcomes me
Words( in quotations) and music by Ira F. Stanphill
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