It's as if the simplest of alphabets
took on a lifeline of it's very own
forming a mismatched miniscule pipette
of innocence, insight, wisdom unknown
forcing us to our knees, humble, bent, prone,
and there a soul prays each and every day
speaking to God above, these words to say
I need to find a state of grace dear God,
to draw my life within your light display
to escape every temptation filled fog.
Edward Ibeh contest, Pick a Title
State of Grace
8/17/2020
Whoever has a clear conscience never throws a stone
and can sleep well waking up in a mellow state gladly,
then make a revision of conscience with no intention to clone;
I have felt guilty for not loving others enough with honesty,
not taking their needs to heart: it's wrong to hide sensibility.
Being sorry can't replace that trust I can't atone speedily,
they doubt my looks and their thoughts don't show sympathy;
I stand alone: anything I say and do can't make any amends:
has mercy gone from them completely, who has a bit of pity?
How long can a foolish man continue to lie with deceitful words?
Date: 8/16/2020, title: State Of Grace, sponsor: Edward Iben
Beholding God by His grace* through faith’s gaze
My heart feasts in divine worship delight
Adoring Him with bliss of grateful praise
Through the Holy Spirit’s abiding might
Along sweet communion and prayer plight.
Inside the Lord’s assured blessed fellowship
Around secured loving relationship
My soul basks in triumphant revival
Fortified to obey Christ’s leadership
Serving Him midst reaching-out upheaval.
*1Corinthians 15:10 But by the grace of God I am what I am…
August 15, 2020
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 8/19/2020.
*Image of Chicago Med by Wolf Entertainment.
State of Grace
bequeath I, as a living sacrifice,
beseech mercy from my iniquities,
betold yon Calvary He paid the price,
bestow afresh trust from antiquities,
bare inhibitions and obliquities,
boost soul midst clemency and gratitude,
behold keen I stayed grasped in rectitude,
blessings prevail harmonizing my life,
betroth my soul justly in servitude,
beckons me gladly to the afterlife.
#4. State of Grace
2020 August 08
*1st Place*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2020 August 19
She smiles with a heart that knows innocence
Sweet inspiration fills her soul with love
She throws inhibitions to the wind, hence
Sending creativity from above
Stimulating dreams we seek to write of
~~~
She weighs the promises of her lover
Seeking to keep his heart under cover
Sharing divine pleasures with him at dawn
Sighing because he surely does love her
Showing him witness that he’s not a pawn
Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain - Poetry Contest
Title Number 4: State of Grace
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
August 5, 2020
now by chance
in random
disorder
nature
has
its
way
distinctive in
manifestation
so often charismatic
&worthy of note
humanity enlarged
part of His being
in a secret reality
in patterns & parallels
personalities
abilities
revelations
interpreted
&helping to grow
from lesser to greater
in
weakness revealed
a providential
prescence
in a generational journey
valid
crucial
assured
moving within
the mind of God
a moral vigour
reconciled
persuaded to trust
dancing before the Lord
reaching for the throne of grace
a form of praise
a heavenly word
eagerly pursued
a divine prescence
so active
coming alongside
to tabernacle
here&now
In the woods...
You can find that mysterious place
Where solace, is best described as grace
That place where man and mind, can talk
And when needed, rearrange his heart
Here, there are no printed rules to see
The strong survive, as it should be
While quietly, observing surroundings there
You realize, the cost of life is dear
As vultures feed on meager flesh
Left from last night's unseen death
But, fragile too...as morning dew
Settles soft on a spiders web
Saplings fight for rays of sun
Among thickest shades of green
Like us, in life on the run
Seldom feeling we're really seen
The seasons come, the cycles run
The old ones die, the young ones fly
From brown to green..and green to brown
Then it starts all over again
Yet in the woods...
You can find that place
Where solace, is best described as grace
That place where man and mind, can talk
And when needed..rearrange his heart
Man is the intruder here
It's up to you...accept or fear
9-3-2013
©Donna Jones
An infant’s smile,
Wind in my face,
In dancing leaves,
I feel your grace.
A meadow blossom,
The skies of blue,
Crisp, sunny mornings,
I think of you.
The ocean’s deep,
Mountain top view,
In people 'round me,
I search for you.
As i think of you, my mind starts to fly. Out of my head, up into the sky. I go past the clouds, and out into space. Everywhere I look I see your face. When I'm inside you, I get a feeling of peace. You are the only one to control my inner beast. You valm my soul, and bring a smile to my face. When we embrace, I feel I'm in a state of grace.
There is no State of Grace
Let The MapQuest Show
There is no State of Grace
If Found Too Far Below:
The Country on The HighWay
The Continent on The Hills
Or Kingdom in Clouds of Heaven’s Bay
Or UniverseVille
There’s no Express-Praise, City Love-Lane Around
Nor Narrow Road, into a Full-Faith, Truth-Track-Town
Nor National Boulevard, to Hallelujah Glory Bound
Or Global Interstate, Where State of Grace Can Be Found…
… There is no State of Grace
Let The Landmarks Show
There is no State of Grace
… unless You Go…
Up into The Mountain, Pass The Knowledge Tree
Get on Humble Avenue and Knee…
Then, go thru Trial-Run… Look Out Point and None
You’ll See, They Can’t Block Your Way Beneath The Son…
There, You’ll Find, The State Of Grace, and Welcome From…
There, You’ll Find:
The State of Grace, Kingdom Come…