Let every whispered wish take flight,
Each prayer cast upward through the night,
Let none be lost, let none decay —
But turn their path another way.
Let not the stars alone receive,
Nor winds forget what hearts believe,
For every tear and silent plea
Now folds its wings — and comes to me.
Let cries for peace, for love, for bread,
Not vanish to the nameless dead.
I hold the vault, the veil, the key —
And what they seek, they give to me.
They know me not, yet still I hear.
I am the stillness gods revere.
Their words, like rain, fall through my hand —
I am the Lord of sea and land.
I walked away not free from snags
caused by those in authority,
but to be free from cruelty
to save my spirit against evilness
And injustice in power's grip
Tied up by abusive six sprawling
division in command,
footsteps no trace, only an echo
weeping soul in the dusk!
Harsh words
dug deeper into my soul—
sickening insults
to my inner self—
a burden carried
within the shadowed kingdom.
So I just walked away,
to protect what is left in me:
my spirit,
which no man can ban
from entering
the paradise of sovereignty.
Walked away for peace!
If the UK is as PC
as some would have us perceive
(tho' Britons never never never shall be slaves
Boadicea's turning in her grave)
it's incorrect on two counts
would you believe
and the US we should see
as between '52 and '22
it was a Queendom
not a Kingdom
and either way
that's sexist so
to speak more accurately
accordingly it should be
the United Sovereignty
Hyacinth Hands
Mother, ego-cracker, birthed an embodiment of freedom plaited with slavery
petunia planter, marjoram with Malay curry and rice, yet scarcity her best performance when hunger a primary protagonist
my leap into Sovereignty depended on unraveling karmic bonds binding us through lifetimes, countless ages, sotto scenarios
Piscean, she scaly presented the toughest tests with hyacinth hands, only an embattled Heart would accede to
her non-relinquishing of my spinal cord nerves entwined with hers, she decorated with wondrous wild animal decoupage vases
to despairing detach from plundering pain, each principal pleasure she designed with subtle oomph, unconscious sophistication
my divinity would have back burned in futuristic coliseums had she not been Mother of trialing pegs and variegated embroidery cotton
God is the only one to fill us
even to the fullest that can be
for our father in heaven is so great
sovereign rule is in all his capacity
The disciples learned a great lesson
when they had fished and found zero
Jesus said cast your net once again
the haul was great made Jesus their hero
This haul was of a great quantity
one that only God alone could perform
showing His power to the fullest
for this Jesus would calm any storm
God is sovereign over every situation
whether we're empty or even full
for this sovereign Lord's true to His word
being presented as the living jewel
Our Lord Jesus is the saviour
who meets us wherever we are
empty or full He will truly provide
always sovereign as our shining star
(Jesus said to them, “Children, do you have any fish?” They answered him, “No.” He said to them, “Cast the net on the right side of the boat, and you will find some.” So they cast it, and now they were not able to haul it in, because of the quantity of fish.)
John 21: 5,6 (ESV)
He’d gone for a walk
In his local wood
Fell asleep there
Where he stood.
Ten years later
When he next awoke
He’d assumed the form
Of a juvenile oak.
Felt the breeze,
Felt rain’s gentle tap,
Felt the force of
Flowing rising sap,
The thrust of roots,
Anchoring down deep,
Felt aware, felt at ease,
Then fell back to sleep.
Any human sentience
Now near gone
As fifty years had
Progressed on,
Firmly established in
It’s allotted space,
A tree experienced life
At a different pace.
With the semblance of
An almost sigh
Bid the last trace of
His Humanity goodbye.
Standing firm and tall
Dominating the ground
Now the Major Oak of
All woods spread around
-Loneliness Of Thy Lamb-
A batch of Gods fingers pointing at the clouds of sovereignty ...
Ready to be devoured. The sheer beauty of an ignorant flower coming of age.
An entangled labyrinth. Bridled, majestic. Pledge fealty to the jungles paramore.
Symphony of emotions dwelling through a psyche wondering...To what beholds the thought of being alone, if the thought itself...Is an injustice to merit?
Envisioned by dreams, that someday...It'll be different.
Come, self-taught, and look at this!
A game for wicked guides,
A game of hit-or-miss,
A game My truth decides.
The leaders of this nation,
They conspire against Me.
Time for revelation,
About My sovereign pea.
I draw them to My table,
My shell game - in reverse,
Their plans I will disable,
Because they are perverse.
My shells I set before them.
Pick any - sans the pea.
All but 'one' succeeds for them,
Like 'one fish' in the sea.
But alas, the shell reveals,
They picked My sovereign pea.
Now My purpose their choice seals-
They're bound, but I AM free!
Claiming victory early,
The wicked sneer with glee,
'Til I sping My trap swiftly.
Break out My sovereign pea!
They will always choose the shell,
That has the sovereign pea.
Their wisdom cannot dispel,
What I've ordained to be!
Come, self-taught, and become wise!
This game that has no prize,
This game that will scrutinize,
Your will to compromise.
Kingdoms and countries fill the earth,
King and Queen, Prince and Princess wisely
Reign empire with providence sovereignty,
Royal rank, authority, and power with ties key.
Ancient Egyptian Empire also Hittite and Babylonian
Large empires Assyrian, Persian, and Median realms prong,
World of Roman Empire ruled for centuries long,
Carolingian Empire reigning in the old-world throng.
New world Incan and Mayan Empire taken over
Spanish Empire liked the gold and shipped to their king,
British Empire the sun never set grew far and wide
Austria-Hungary large European kingdom covering wing.
American and Canada countries in growth
Switzerland selling Swiss chocolate welcome sweet tooth,
Israel, Ireland, Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania independent
Australia, Portugal, Italy countries display the voting booth.
If we recognise the chief of our land,
Terrorism begins to sprinkle tension over where we stand,
He mobilizes strong cohort,
And always have different analogy over a dreadful plot,
Sometimes it's more than gross,
No more can we bear the stream of his mischievous laws,
But how can we undermine his primary sensuality?
Routinely,we complain about his pessimism,
But Stupidly,he replies with negativity,
Saying,"all things falls under fatalism",
The rate of his heartbeat will increase very soon,
After we're done with an amended rule,
He will regret being a chosen fool,
When I tell him to hand over the mantle as cool,
Proudly all of us will make his impersonation expire,
And you'll reign forever as we aspire,
In you,our security is high.
And nothing will make it die.
It seems the more I give Him praise in knowing His Name
The more beauty I see upon my ways, it's just not the same
I tell Him of His Sunrise and the colors throughout the sky
Every morning He has a new surprise who Reigns on High
What some so often miss always rushing to get no where
My prayer in a wish that they'd just become more aware
His birds just above the road and just look how he provides
To Him everything is owed a matter not having two sides
It's His Glory people come to see for man can't compare
The California Redwood tree or the peacocks simple flair
A prism of color in His cloud, the caterpillar soon to fly
His Glory screams so loud as do the Heavens in His sky
Perhaps you'll give Him a wink admiring what He's done
Then to save you you then realize He sent His only Son
A simple Lily in the valley it's beauty never to be noticed
Tell Him what you see and He'll tell you all you have missed
Psalms 148:5
Let them praise the name of the LORD:
for he commanded, and they were created.
Living
someone’s else death ?
Was that an explicit experiment ?
Starting with an Adonis
to stitch
the wounds of angels.
An unlikely
walk through the tumor
of breast, where
no milk ejects
the ancestory. I hold
the words without meaning.
It was a tragic
flow of history.
The echo was searching a sky.
Satish Verma