As with all things it began small,
As a whisper, a glint, a glimmer
A distant chickadee giving voice
To a sun that rose ever silently
And a morn that seemed ever,
And ever more promising of wonder
Fleeting westward the veil’d stars
And rolling thunder
Dappling tears
That shed their gladness
The growing light abate the fears
Wrought, the wet groaning night.
And it seemed a slow standing ovation
A clatter of chirps, cars and school children
Beginning their ritual’d day
A smattering of clouds forming and deforming
As the orchestra began to play
And my window became a ringing call
Beckoning me to my door,
To turn the knob that had secured me before
Symbolizing a threshold—of a freedom
That lay beyond—
And more.
these signs of the times
I see everywhere I walk
I can’t understand
why I’m chased off of the block
why segregated we stand
inspired by Norman Rockwell's “The Problem We All Live With (Ruby Bridges)” 1964. symbolizing the struggle for civil rights and school desegregation in the United States
As I'm envisioning hundred and eight beads of garnet and pearl
Strung along a red braided string in hand of an Indian earl,
Colour pattern symbolizing country flag of his girl.
She is tranquility enfolded in ambiguity,
symbolizing serenity before conception,
not idiosyncratic, but sympathetic stranger,
Mantis is the Celestial Madonna
as profound as a collapsing galaxy,
defining a figure of cosmic importance,
destined to create the celestial savior,
the most significant universal entity.
She is the selected medium of transformation,
where the new universe swirls,
weaving light and chlorophyll.
Born on the cradle of mother earth,
yet claimed by the emptiness of cosmos,
endowing her with the acumen of prophesy,
she walks on the footprints of silence,
steps following the shooting stars of the milky way
as her breath turns into a hymn of forgotten stars.
She is the epitome of spatial stillness
that stabilizes the existential storms,
for she knows the exact rhythm of sorrow,
and the precise cadence of delight,
steadying them on her palm.
The Avengers treat her as a teammate,
a martial artist, the green essence of change,
that feels the pulse of the extant universe,
spreads the inflection of prayers across the cosmos.
The willow bends in the storm without breaking, its drooping branches, willow canopy which almost always stretches toward water, symbolizing a "thirsty soul" reaching for the divine, despite your appearance of sadness, my willow is resilient, often re-rooting even if cut down, symbolizing the hope of renewal.
Silvery underbellies of leaves, long slender branches dipping into water, swaying in the breeze, for I know you are listening too my soul, whom longs for Gods love..
Oh weeping willow, with roots that go deep... in your embrace, strength and solace are found."
"Tears take over like waves in the sea, just like her branches and leaves drooping forward, this grieving tree."
"Do not mistake my weeping for weakness; it is the rain that softens the earth, allowing my roots to grow ever deeper."
“ The willow weeps, but the roots hold as longing for grief but looks for strength in faith.
She comes gliding to me,
symbolizing beauty ~
inner dignity, and grace.
Spread your wings, flow and fly,
accept what is in life . . .
the swan my spirit and soul.
My skin is light olive-toned with green or green-yellow
undertone and the veins on my wrists appear mostly
green, the color associated with natural world, like
plants, trees, grass symbolizing life, growth and energy.
I am the color of living life, feeling incredibly alive with
energy and excitement to explore, discover, experience,
create, learn to grow emotionally and spiritually to evolve.
I am the color of wealth, like the striking emeralds, sparkling
peridot, and money to meet the needs of ordinary people or
to magnify the status and self-worth of the rich and famous.
Palm branches waving,
symbolizing the coming
of eternal love:-
The depth of our love is immeasurable
when hearts are bequeathed passion divine
and luminous lucid unforgettable dreamscapes
are entwined from heartbeat to heartbeat
symbolizing a glorious connection of love
completely luxurious and refined
so lustrous with an ardor of seductive majesty
that pulsates from tender tendrils of our soul
How did this world, this love, fade away?
I was born in a wild February winter snowstorm
the snow was falling pure white and fluffy . . . so I am told
and I came screaming into this cold frozen world
and perhaps it is because of the storm that I love snowflakes
I adore the February snowy scenes
and adore the purple amethyst stone of peace and tranquility
representing my birth month
and love the delicate beauty of the fragrant purple violet flower
symbolizing willpower, thoughful, and gentleness
given to February ...in Canada violets grow out of the melting snow
the month creates a faithful, free spirit, deep thinking kind of person
a humble, creative, honest and calm person
February is a month of quiet transition
a time for inner cleansing and to connect with your soul
a time to be inspired by the beauty of nature
to see how God has created delicate winter scenes
just follow a frozen path into the woods
to hear the creaking music of the trees
the murmur of February's whispering wind
and the birds singing a symphony
to soothe a February soul
Beautiful and uplifting
expression of gratitude and praise!
Heavenly
Holy
Overflow with joy, appreciation,
and reverence
for the blessings from above.
Heavenly
Holy
God's "present Grace"
His "favor and mercy" surrounding us
His "breath of life" a divine gift
Ever being "filled with His love" and His "virtue"
Being within us
"Hallelujah" express praise and thanksgiving
The gratitude for a new day,
Symbolizing hope and renewal always
Heavenly
Holy
Every present Grace He bestows upon us
His favor and mercy is all surrounds us.
And that His breath of life He's given
He's granted us This day of life
We are filled with His love Hallelujah
His virtue is in US thank you Father
God for awakening us up
Blessed we are this new day Dawn
Heavenly
Holy
8/12/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
In ancient mythology the Apple is one of the most sacred trees. Symbolizing good health and future happiness. Since ancient times it has also been known as the 'Tree of Love' associated with Aphrodite, goddess of love.
Beneath the ancient moon the apple tree stands firm
dressed in clinging leaves and golden rays of night
Over by the garden where a ruby heart confirms
a tree trunk stands upheld by the crowning of the light
As stars of Eve appear with sparkling tails of every hue
the diamond shimmering mist of night, befalls
Drenching bark and branch with whisperings of I love yous
it stands still and listens, to a Nightingale's sweet call
This is the tree of love and here, love never dies
long after the giving, it remains attached
Blooming even in the thick of winter, I will now surmise
Mother Nature holds surprises, that we cannot unlatch.
I am a garden pansy, a descendent of the family Viola,
poet's write praises of me not just these days;
but in the days of Spencer and Shakespeare, I am that old,
I am a small flower but a garden survivor.
You planted me in early Spring in the partial sun,
I love the sun and soon showed my purple face;
I am a cheerful upturned bright and happy garden flower,
symbolizing thinking and thoughts for you.
In the summer months butterflies caress my petals,
and bees steal my nectar but I have tons;
I love watching the birds fluttering about the garden,
oh, chipmunks bite 'cause I am edible !
Janus god symbolizing beginnings and endings, grants wishes one may regret
A full Wolf Moon peaks illumination the 25th, rising from the horizon at sunset
New Year’s Day is celebrated, Burn’s Night, 6th is Epiphany—Magi and ministry
Up above Earth reaches perihelion, we’ll be 91,404,095 miles away from the Sun
Ancient Celtic tradition, ends the 12-day solstice, on the 15th MLK Day observed
Resolutions we won’t keep, and those we can, lest reveal emotions once reserved
Ye on Distaffs Day: From the plough soon free your team, partly work partly play
I want a girl who rides with me on Sunday mornings
Because everything about her says take me to church
Curves make me yell preach
We a little late but she says a queen always arrives on time
The service is touching my heart, but I keep checking my watch for the time
Because I just want to touch your soul with my lips
Honestly your body has become meditation for me, and I just want to say a little prayer in the comfort of our home
Your walls a sanctuary, sacred, symbolizing the synchronization of our holy matrimony
You look so good in that dress, but my favorite part is letting my teeth undress
You,
Got me on my heels in them heels but I’ll still have you speaking in tongues
Tied like my bow tie, slick in these pants but never slacking
Your body is a sermon and I’m ready to preach
Memorizing every curvature like the scriptures indeed
You’re aging like fine wine
I still marvel at the congregation of you like I’m admiring a sculpture in marble
The shadows, the reflected light, the message of your art reminds me of a Sunday
If she takes you to church turn to your neighbor and say,
p.s. Amen…
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