Trustingly Poems | Examples

Old Rusty Shriveled Shovel

It's rusty, old, holed.
Trustingly, it dug many 
holes in my past,
to bury reminiscent reminders.

Thorns of Treachery

" ...betrayal begins with trust." Quote_ Phish  

Betrayal is the cold shiny sword
of stalking deception,
sheathed in scabbard of trust.
Its two-edged blade is 
honed to razor sharp,
ready to thrust, lunge and parry
a touche touch.

Betrayal is two-faced
and unreliable.
There's a switch blade in
the hand that reaches out
trustingly and faithfully
for more of you.

So as trust grows,
beware that it sows
the seeds of scorns 
in the thorns
of treachery
and bribery.

Reminder To Myself

I
Remember Rahab "the harlot"
Gentile gone to God of Jewry
Jericho? She saw the light
I, too, iterate: God is Good
Choose correctly, pray patiently
Daily devotions, by people, prophets

II
Trust true Savior, Yeshua hameshiach
Don't delay: don't dally: pray
Patiently, faithfully, trustingly
Why go to men? Men may mend
Some things; God mends meaningfully
Go to Him, don't move a micro-millimeter
Spirit help me stay close; I move away
When I feel forlorn; He is still There

Images In Parallel

Strengthening
Hearts, your love enduring
Lamb, and yet the lion whom you are

Gracefully
Lifting heaviest hearts
By the breath of Your Holy Spirit

Promising
The cold night won't prevail
Yours is the sunshine to light our way

Trustingly
I gaze into Your eyes
Eternally shining from the sky


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Playful Divine Parlance

There being in reality no limitation
Misalignment causation of distortion
Yet on an as is where is basis we do say
That ego attention oscillation yet holds sway

Recognition of truth merely indicates the horizon
Weary are our feet long laden with toxic poison
Light beyond at an unfathomable distance
We surrender therefore inner resistance 

Letting go of to get to being the path
Each pulse within a holy sabbath 
Awakening smoothly enabled
No ego agenda tabled

Unhurried stillness stance
Of our bubbling joyful innocence 
Marks not the time it may take for ascent
Having trustingly surrendered so simply present

There thus no one resident within to measure
Identity vaporised and thereby no fissure
Each throb within deemed as optimal
Beauteous vivifying hues inimitable 

20-October-2020

Beyond Mind

The name that we may not label
Magnetism rising and yet stable
Dreams relived in blissful reality
Ecstasy multiplied in continuity 
Love core of the divine essence 
Accessible in ease by innocence 
All we need to do is cease to size
Trustingly embracing the surprise
As waves of bliss nodes empower
In trust imbibing the bliss shower
Radiating from within into space
Infinite is the power of His grace
We within form a humble receptor
Of the light divine are a reflector 
Until in as at a time as ordained
We merge into The light unstained

08-August-2020

I See God

I see the colors of God
in the blue of sky, in
the glorious sunsets--
His passion on brilliant
display—I see His gold
in the swaying wheat
and in the blossoming 
glens, ripe with wings and
musical droning...

I see His constantly
changing shapes, my eyes a
pallet and canvas of restless
tinctures and swirling hues—

life is avionics!
(acrobats us all!)--our
hearts most comfortable
with wings and flights,
magic vistas that dazzle
both mind and spirit,
the highs we inhale
and the mists 
we trustingly explore—

we are dreamers…

I see God sleeping 
and awakening...

in peaks and valleys of 
dark, enchanting depths; 

I see God in the vast cosmos--
hear His call, and hark-in to
his wonder and power. 

I see
God through His eyes that
He gave me—my love personified
with each new one of His
ever brighter
newly arousing dawns. 

I see God, and with each
revelation...love and 
adore Him exponentially
more, despite His often
fickle-man….

15 Year Old Nature Poem: Exodus

EXODUS AT THE LAKE
my exodus offers two paths that diverge
This is my lake, not Thoreau’s Pond
One path hugs the water to Cash Trail
The other that tugs at my heart
Will wander among old Maryland trees
I heard their voices calling to me:
Loblollies, oaks, pines, and hollies
(As if they knew I would have limited time)
Then I spy my favorite in decorated skirts
Smooth-skinned American Beech
Usually the one with more leaves through March
The end of winter, if that, in this hemisphere
Last stalwart leaves on guard, dry now, of course
Hanging … like winter muffs on nude branches
Almost transparent white and dry
As girls decorated in holiday skirts
I welcome their adornments hopefully

Among these tall, stolid witnesses
I think back when they were younger, my girls,
They would follow, wonderingly but trustingly,
Though like youth they wanted to be at the Mall;
I had so many reasons, health besides …
Trees witnessed my inward struggles, shame, love:
Witnesses to all seasons, wise through the years
Like wizards too, they quietly watch me, magically
Comforting me or healing me, most understanding
©Deo, March 27, 2005 (Beltsville, Md. USA)

Lyrics Like Therapy

Lyrics like therapy,
the kind that's free,
releasing you mentally,
taking flight spiritually,
from abuse physically?
Exchanging touches emotionally,
Words felt sentimentality,
are the most practicality,
way to heal, in all actuality.
So here is my matter of in fact-uality,
sharing the love, no technicalities,
no here say or fallacies,
they won't show you reality,
hiding it all so effortlessly,
casting monsters so creatively,
costumes and makeup flawlessly,
take my hand, so trustingly,
I will write you, more safety lyrically.

Integrity of Empathy

Why need we insist on a difference
worthy of significant notice
between universal empathy
and uniting trust in co-relational health?

Whose interests,
economic and/or political,
are served by severing
external face of nature's intelligent form
from integrity's internal spirit of regenerate function,
co-empathic trust,
or whatever unlanguaged choices our insides inductively feel
and then deductively-reductively,
yet trustingly,
think feel right
and true,
and good,
and rationally balanced?

How could universal Yang's empathy
not include unitarian Yin's integrity of regenerative trust
in DNA's and older RNA's decompositional holonic mirrors
of enthymematic fertile rememory?

Why would ought else feel and sound and think
as antipathic negative powers of dissonance,
anticipating chronic ecopolitical paranoia,
vulnerable to further sociopathic condemnation,
exacting higher educational and parenting standards
for ever more fear and anger management?

Wake Up O Earth To Listen

This earth here where we live
has rejected God in all he's conveyed
having sent many preachers and prophets
with His truth for this so many prayed

God's truth been published in the west
through many means and many days
the gospel story has been sent abroad
to rescue man from his sinful ways

Jesus words crying over Jerusalem
is so very apt to this even our time
I wish you would come but you wouldn't
the clock is ticking but only to last chime

If this world would unstop their ears
for a moment and just stand still
listen to what the Lord is saying
receive His love give up their will

So O earth waken yourself up
pay attention to word of the Lord
believe it and trustingly obey
hold onto God's double edge sword

(O earth, earth earth hear the word of the Lord.' Jeremiah 22: 29 )

I Awaken

I Awaken a child
to the nearness of my mother;
Feeling her breath of warmth--

(apparent is the joy
on her face
a labor well done);

my eyes maturing 
not quite focus
I trustingly reach 
for her special day
and mine
our discovery;

it is the grasp
of a newborn,

and the surrendering
of an 
infinite universe
to love....

Good Care For Element Earth

Like my father I have a farmer's soul.
I appreciate the Earth.
I know all plants must have good soil 
To survive for Spring's rebirth.

Of course all elements are important
In Nature's grand renewal plan;
But the ground  lies there so trustingly
From destruction or mercy of man.

I rent my sixty acres, yearly
To a wise and educated farmer;
Who treats the land so gently
It would make your heart beat warmer.

He believes in plant rotation,
Organic fertilizers are a must.
At the mart his lovely tulips
Put most others in the dust.

Whether one works the land for profit,
Or love of Nature is the reason,
One must recognize the needs of Earth
To have success each growing season.

Written: 3/5/16

So Much To Thank You For Lord

So Much To Thank You For Lord 

 Eyes to view the beauty of this glorious land...
 Of mountains, trees, creatures. flowers and lakes....
 Gifts generously decorate earth sent  from Your Command.
 Ears to hear leaves rustling as the wind passes by...
 The laughter of children at play 'neath a summer sky.
 A babbling brook, a croaking frog..Nature in harmony.
 A soldier's footsteps walking through the gate. 
 Is sweeter than a symphony.
 Nostrils to inhale Springtime fragrances that fill the eager air
 Aroma of a roasting turkey on Christmas Day for family to gratefully share.
 The touch of a child's hand clasped trustingly in your own....of wet grass beneath    naked feet as they hurry home.
 The taste of an early morning dew drop, a slice of Mama's homemade pie, cool drink from a mountain stream, the salty tear drop from a much needed cry. 
 And when You send the rains Lord... I am drawn outdoors to be drenched in the refreshing flood.
 I'm reminded of the sacrifice You gave so sinners could be saved through your Love and Precious Blood.

 Reflections by JMDonnellyEllis March 17 2015

Song of Life

There abated consumed lust 
Dusting the shelf
Off from molding musk
Due to LOVELESS rust
Lovingly I trust do fuss

With heart felt musts
Relinquish all to love
Do send loving tidings 
This one day

Come this way come to
Stay falling far for the
LANGUAGE OF POETRY

Postman' s bin bring SONG 
In mailbox din
There be a word a name  and such
Poems bring smooth MELLOW
Velvet days 

Poems bring trustingly aromatic ways
Daisies when dew point peaks
Poems bring what poets muse 
Is what poets speak of song 

Consumes song of lives lived 
By loving lust in beautifying
Surname mine abandoned rhyme
Dry as Potter's field 

Tell me your consummation REVEAL
What you will affirmation with hands
Of steel 
Where you live  leaves wrestle at the
Base of trees lust for life reprieve
Alive and grieve

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