Viewing out into her eyes into her soul
And I look out the window
Where is the soul?
that I spy all I see is refuge and darkness just a spot
A glimpse of sigh a missed the space dwelling blackness nigh
As hopes for spawning rituals of sunlit there's not
Viewing out into her eyes into her soul
Tis none to my surprise the beating ground
Those the mystic tears that are flowing down
To hard and harden hard and spots
Beating
Bleeding not
Viewing out into her eyes into her soul
I continue to look and I admonish
I pray for the soul to become unhardened
Ruptured so keen on the perils that seem
To unravel the woolen knot
I hope and pray this instant this day
That God will clean the window pane
Viewing out into her eyes into her soul
So I may later on look out
after out of the window and see you
and Him dancing on the bright heavenly streets paved of gold
As I now view
So
Viewing out into her eyes into her soul
Now in blissful clarity Hallelujah, Amen
1/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Afterwards in heaven’s garden
Where I find no weed or thorn;
Only stoneless soil unhardened,
Life is verdant, newness born.
Rows of hedges, trees, and flowers
Vibrant in their colors fair
Beauty floods my eyes for hours
Unconstrained by time, I stare.
I can find no signs of dying
Only life and peace - rebirth
No more sounds of grief-fraught crying
That I once knew while on earth.
Life-enriching waters flowing
From their pure eternal source,
Purifying all things growing
That they pass along their course.
Stars above are animated,
As I hear deep voices sing
Songs for which they were created,
Joy to their Creator bring.
Of vile crimes I hear no traces,
Sounds of war no more I hear;
What I see are joy-filled faces
All relieved of pain and fear.
All our days on earth are numbered,
Keep this hope until we wake
To God’s kingdom unencumbered
Of our sins, for Jesus’ sake.
Every morning I rise grateful to be alive
and in my movements from sleep to waking
each step is blessed by the newest day God might provide,
and I embrace another chance, never oblivious of it's making.
With coffee in hand, I wander through the garden
grateful of each presented wonder
and I slip into the crevices unhardened
to a comfy rocking chair hidden beneath the holly it's under.
There safely wrapped in nature and its innocence
I take in the sun and breathe in fresh clean air
offering my silent prayer and open penitence
then flip the pages of the bible for guidance found there.
This little hollow is my refuge, my very own private nook
of where I find hope and peace and solitude
grateful for life and words of this inspired revered book
that guides my life, my actions and my very attitude.
This is the best of all places I can be
within my secluded safe protected nook
wherein I spend my mornings joyous and free
and for nothing more gifted do I look.
/
4/30/2016
Undiluted.
Unhardened.
Monkey arms swing by your side,
You still love steam-trains 'cause of Thomas.
Simple and pure as the dew are your desires,
Your smile more real than the sun's first rays.
A heart untainted
...but unrefined.
Right now it never can be mine.
My heart caves in.
Baby boy, I'm not your mother,
Puppy eyes beg me to smother
You, your heart, our life together.
An Oedipus complex we just can't weather.
Darling I need more than you give
We're not dead but we don't know how to live
My darling, my baby, my love, my hope
Ebbs quietly, softly away with my smile.
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