bold in winter's cold~
cruise in peace with no bruises
yet predict lightning
to warn and heed nature's call
for spiritual rebirth
Contest:High Fives for June
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Judged: June 24th, 2025 1:02:00 PM
Placement: Third
Immanent yet transcendent, glory of the earth
Joy is love-resplendent, spiritual rebirth
Every soul is born dependent, on the voice within
Only one is our defendant, for the price of sin
Happiness is not a task, on which we can depend
Happy children learn to ask, before they learn to fend
What we do to gain success, is worthy to discuss
But when we search for happiness, our happiness finds us
The happiness, that we expect, is not the perfect deal
For love is born of self-respect, regarding how we feel
When kindness borrows charity, to feed the hungry heart
Then service needs our clarity, to do the goodly part
Though happiness is fleeting, our love provides a lift
For good is worth repeating, and joy is our true gift
We love and serve each other, through immanent review
To win the grateful brother, transcendent glory too.
Five shimmering decades of wondrous stardom
Amongst the hearts of the heaven’s kingdom;
Hundreds have heard the healing messages
From our Lord’s messenger of fifty enlightening pages.
Our man of honour has travelled through the lengths and breadths of the earth;
To serve across seas for spiritual rebirth.
You are a multi-talented exemplar for us to aspire;
A truly divine educator who is always a reason to inspire.
Our glittering blaze of brilliance
Celebrates his day of golden significance!
Want to write words of worth,
words to last for infinity;
I pen about spiritual rebirth,
or poems that bring me sanguinity.
I like to seek perfection,
and present to the world a collection;
of my life experiences and introspection.
Sure that I possess the potential,
for I can pour out words torrential;
and poems quintessential.
I write with words that are down-to-earth,
even poems of trinity;
of quiet reflection,
and always with the transcendence essential !
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January 6, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Transcendence
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1419-316-06
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Title Chosen - Transcendence
Written for the Standard contest, This or That, Vol. 9
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 01/25/2022
Fourth Place
Oh! We are the children of the night time sky.
We gaze into the starry sky, with beautiful star dust in
our eyes. We look at the silvery moon with awesome wonder.
Enjoying our special gift endowed to us by the creator
of the both the heavens and the earth.
Oh! We are the children of universe. Placed by the
hands of a creative God upon the face of planet earth.
Worshiping and praising our wonderful God. With all
our bodies, minds and souls.
Oh! We are the children of the sun, moon and sky.
During the dust of the early morning.
During the rising of the noon day's sun.
During the twilight blackness of the evening
sky. Our creator has the whole wide world in his hands.
Oh! We are the children of a spiritual rebirth. As our creator
showers us with his abundant blessings upon
our world. He alone really knows the destiny
of the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve.
Our creator has blessed his people with his free gift
of everlasting life!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
December 31, 2019
He spoke of a dream he had-
“I'm passing through a pyramid -
I am being pushed toward the outside
toward the light, and I am wet”.
This was too easy.
I told him
I understood the symbolism:
‘Your dream is about a spiritual rebirth.’
He seemed content.
The next day
he died of a heart attack
while leaving the glass pyramids
which form anti-chambers
to the Louvre museum.
It was raining at the time.
A Christian writes
of Mary's agreement to the blessed flight
when angels bowed before the blinding light.
A whisper soft and a promise
as the changing times alarm us,
fearful so that it could harm us.
A hope comes down to earth
in the simplicity of an uncrowned Kingly birth
precursor of our spiritual rebirth.
Would that the questions still rise
with the inflection of doubting eyes
that erase and sacrifice for all our lies.
Two thousand plus years pass
and still we are incompletely cast
with visions of our half empty glass.
Waxing philosophicl
would that it appear most logical
when faith is less methodical.
A Christian seeks the truth
from Adam and Eve to Ruth
in scrpiture of interpreted fruits.
God loves us, God does exist
nothing is more sacred than this
why resist Christ's birth in God's Kiss?
Simple and magnificent is my belief
each of us steal Heaven like a thief
satisfied that this life is short and brief.
The fortunate primal difference
between Gods and Goddesses:
Goddesses are Gods
in a nurturing adDress
rather than relentlessly out
to terrorize
weaponize
and systematically opPress.
Thank Gaia for this synergy,
for if not
who could humane divine integrity?
Giving wealthy spiritual rebirth
to naturally healthy regenerations
full with God and Goddess girth.
I ponder his redeeming love
His arms spread wide for me
How can it be that he would die?
To set this prisoner free
If I had been the only one
His mercy would I find
A crown of thorns upon his brow
Crucifixion was assigned
Nails driven one by one
His feet and then his hands
“It is finished” as he breathed his last
His body gave up its demands
Then on day three an open grave
His linen left behind
“He is not here, he is alive
In here you will not find”
“Jesus, our Messiah,
He is risen from the dead,
Go and tell the world until
the message is widespread”
Let’s set our minds on things above,
Not things upon this earth
Tell everyone you meet each day
Of your spiritual rebirth
Sailing upon a dream through this place and time,
I begin to see the faces and places that I had already known
... known because they were part of my dreams earlier in time,
earlier in life.
The late midnight sky slowly turns to dawn as I sail upon
my heavenly dreams of treasured worth.
So glad am I to have experienced spiritual rebirth.
For I have learned to see with a spiritual eye that all of
the beautiful seemingly unattainable dreams are actually part of
God's reality for me.
For it seems this life is a vivid lucid dream and when we finally
awake from the truths and lessons that we have learned, then
life will truly just begin.
Oh sweet dreams, sweet dreams of His love for us.
Sweet dreams from the Heart of God.
by S.E. Clark
A place of goodbyes is the earth
Each generation we let go
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth
Whitey went_ will there be rebirth
Or with animals only end though
A place of goodbyes is the earth
Sadness overwhelmed she had worth
Was good ratter now receiving gateau
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth
While here on this earth, let me unearth
And expand on my good traits, let grow
A place of goodbyes is the earth
I'll leave_ take spiritual rebirth
Put on my countenance's warm glow
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth
All will leave in flight that is dearth
Now new body on me bestow
A place of goodbyes is the earth
Heaven place of hellos and mirth
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From winter’s death comes spring’s new life,
when day equals the night.
The Lord returns to seek His wife,
our Goddess of light.
And breezes stir as life renews
across the land in vibrant hues,
and breezes stir,
and breezes stir,
the blossoming springtime views.
The dance of life, of stems and stalks
emerging from the land.
So life returns where Nature walks
and leaves Her loving hand.
Her Mother’s touch upon the Earth,
a spiritual rebirth,
Her Mother’s touch,
Her Mother’s touch,
we celebrate with joyous mirth.
As buds, begin to burst open
and leaves on trees unfurl,
in shallow lands and mountain glen
the feast is in full swirl.
The Goddess brings Her love today
Ostara blessings as we pray,
The Goddess brings,
The Goddess brings,
Her precious love to light our way.
I'm tired of being blurry
when everthing is so clear
I'm tired of being lost
Living with such fear
I'm tired of being broken
when everthing is whole
I'm tired of being ashamed
and loosing my soul
I'm tired of being depressed
When everthing is so happy
I'm tired of all this luck
why does it have to be so crappie
I'm tired of being alone
when everyone is their
I'm tired of being the outcast
and living in despair
I'm tired of being compared
from one person to the next
I'm tired of judged
it's really starting to perplex
But'
Most all I'm tired of being tired
abondoned alone on a single wire
Im trying to wake up, and better my self worth
God help me, give me a spiritual rebirth
"Do on to others as you would have others do on to you."
"Hey Jesus, Ya know what the problem is with You?
You use too many words to reach too many people.
The average individual is a spiritual idiot.
(No offense, average individual idiot spiritual people)
What You have to do, is limit Your words to a very few,
I suggest People Helping People."
He said He must stand by what He has already said.
"But please feel free," He told me
"Do your People Helping People thing. Forge ahead!"
To which I responded, "Hey Buddy, I don't need permission from You.
You do what You do and I'll do what I do too.
Your job is to insure that others get to heaven with a spiritual rebirth.
My job is People Helping People to attain salvation here on earth."
He had a good laugh and went on to say,
"I Love You My Crazy Brother." "Right back at Ya man," I went on to say.
We embraced each other affectionatly, then went our seperate way.
There seems to be a global awakening.
There seems to be a spiritual rebirth.
The truth seems at last to be in the reach
of us creatures now roaming the Earth.
There is a flower of faith in the making
and it moves to the source of the light.
We breathe hope on the whispering winds
of change, as we battle to pull through the fight.
This is a time of transition
from the old to the wholesome and new.
Its a time to lay down our weapons of pain;
to cease firing our bullets of hate.
Its a time to stop singing our anthems of war
and stand united, before its too late.
Stand in silence and listen to the voice of your soul,
it is trying to make itself heard.
You might be surprised by the message it brings,
by the wisdom it speaks in it's words.
For the truth lies within not around us.
Its not found in the wealth or the fame.
It resides in our heart and our spirit.
It is found in love that we give.
In each one of us is a wellspring of faith.
Find it now; it is then you will live.
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