Trust in the Lord with all your might
Follow His word as your guiding light
For you will have times that are dark
Let the lamp of love lighten your heart
In your weakness He will make you strong
Power in His uniqueness to carry you along
Despite dilemma that prunes you like rose
He will remember you and keep you close
For He told Peter do not to be afraid believe
To walk on water in a storm that teaches peace
So it is for you to believe as you walk in life
He will deliver you He will answer your cry
He will make a way out of no way
Smiting your enemies saving your day
Like woman with an issue of blood, yes sir
Twas her great faith in Him that saved her
Let life’s storms teach you how to believe
For He is King of Kings He will bring peace
¦¦¦ one who sails ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ blue sea
Far out of sight of land, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ sailing ¦¦¦ his little boat,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Hears suddenly, across the restless sea,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ striking of ¦¦¦¦ towered clock,
¦¦¦ wakes from thoughtless idleness to time:
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
So through ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ life
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ you cross my path and bring
The ¦¦¦¦ solemnity of passing years.
For you I have shed bitter tears, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ relinquished that for which my heart
Cried out ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Having just left you, I can say: ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Thank God that I have known a soul so true,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ so worthy to be loved!"
(Blackout of Venetian Glass by Amy Lowell)
Her heart
Soft as dawn, she hums the lullaby,
hands that mend small storms and tie loose bows.
Her spirit
Bright as noon, she teaches courage, maps, and truth,
laughing at skinned knees, cheering every bold step.
Her soul
Deep as night, she keeps the quiet watch
a steady lighthouse, fierce and tender,
foundation of home.
a gel pen glides on paper effortlessly
It gives a crisp dark line
a marvelous device for writing poems
I have learned one lesson about gel pens
although, they are marvelous on paper
do not expect them to outline your paintings
I had always used markers until last week
Why not use pen? I wondered
forgetting it is not a ballpoint
it is a gel pen
as I added paint to my canvases
the gel pen turned into black streaks
not only were the outlines gone
my paint was dirty
lesson learned
the hard way
the way I seem to learn most lessons
moonlit beach
shadows flit furtive
tide recedes
waves curl up
dark fingers flick across sand
gambling with the sea
pale moonbeams
thread gold filaments
sewing trails
stitching lines
weaving form in shaken dreams
stirred, not yet awake
dawn appears
black waves surge closer
as tide turns
sleep departs
shadows slip 'n slide away
back into the sea
Once a judge, she stood like stone,
A pillar set against the storm,
Solid as a mountain’s bone,
Certain, patient, grave, and warm.
Her judgments were not made of steel
But of a careful, human light—
A balance taught by what we feel,
A lantern held against the night.
Now in a room of younger days
She plants her reasons like a seed,
And with a sun-bright, steady gaze
She warms each question into need.
Betray her not—she always knows
The hidden currents, undertow;
Behind her eyes, a clear sight grows
That reads the things we do not show.
In all I read, in all I write,
Her quiet work is still in view—
My daughter stands here in the light,
Only twenty-two, because of you.
Are impossibilitys.'
Without God.)
Mother Nature Teaches
via
Geese
m i g r a t i t i n g
once again
intuitively
know
One = All
weak + well
vital vigor
flight soaring
long with
wings kept
tip-to-tip support
uplift motion
onward for All
nature uplifts and nurtures
teaching her seedlings the way
her brilliant daughters learn quickly
[Written 5 February 2003]
When you pass through a Crisis of faith
God will show you His riches through Christ
Death to oneself is linked to your situation
Confusion can bring an intrusion of truth into your life
So the protection against disorder
Can establish a border and
Can change the order of the day
The key is to pray and
Lay yourself down before the Lord!
Then, soon you know that to pass
Through a trial is to expand your territory!
The defense of God is the essence of Love!
A session of pain
Teaches you to maintain and
A crisis of faith will
Teach you that God is never late!
As a result, you will see the wonderful attributes of Jesus!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Let's go outside!
Look at the mountains.
The deep blue sea.
The seasons changing.
Jump from the thunder.
Feel the ground shake.
Hide from the hurricane.
Run away from the lava of the volcano.
We thought, we were:
Better than the trees
above the animals,
the owners of earth...
Earth is our extension.
If she is sick, we are sick.
She is the womb of creation.
Surrender to her.
Love can heal many wounds.
Raising our vibration.
We will be helping
in a harmonious way.
We are just a small cell;
In this great consciousness
body called "Earth".
Bow down to the mother!
Molly knows more than I shall ever know
She is sixteen going on twenty-two
She tells me the difference between bi and pan
She can fix my phone and computer too
I am lucky to know her
If a man can't educate his child
He teaches the same to fight!
It may as well grow up to be wild
And things may still turn out right!
Ebony Cat went from person to person demanding love
He hit them, smacked them, scratched them, spit from above.
The more he tried for attention, the more annoyed they got.
He stayed in a kennel so long, he thought he would rot.
An empathetic faerie who had a love for cats saw this.
When she came to help him, he met her with a mean hiss.
You have a lot of love to give, she said. Let me show how.
By the time she was done, he was adopted with a happy meow.
I am tough enough I heard you say
Just fronting up to duty every day
Seeing things that make others cringe
A cleansing ale is drunk sometimes in a binge
And I went from year to year
Whilst I held back all those tears
And during the night I see them still
The maimed and dead a butcher’s bill
When you see me know this now
I stood for you in my know-how
And not complained just made it so
But when alone the emotion shows
There is no need to weep for me
My life I’ve made is plain to see
And when my final day has come
Say only of me RIP your duty is done.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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