The Holy Spirit Unleashed
Jesus, the Builder so loving and true,
Makes all things beautiful, faithful, and new.
The Holy Spirit gives courage each day,
And strengthens our hearts as He leads the way.
Like Stephen so bold, full of grace and light,
We stand strong for Jesus and choose what is right.
Lord, let Your Spirit shine brightly in us,
To follow and serve You with faith and trust.
When we feel weary, discouraged, or weak,
The Spirit brings comfort and peace that we seek.
He teaches us kindness, compassion, and love,
And points every heart to our Father above.
So let us surrender and answer His call,
For the Holy Spirit can strengthen us all.
May Jesus be King of each word, thought, and choice,
As we walk in His Spirit and lift up our voice.
Short, sweet, and simple, the message is clear:
Avail yourself to the Spirit so near.
For when we surrender and let Him take part,
The Holy Spirit will reign in our heart.
Until you have - no,
I mean no hope at all
Left to cling unto;
That’s when you will know,
You’ve got only to fall
Or unleash anew
An unreal hunger
For determining your rise
Above reality.
Of being done younger,
When all seems of old, rough sighs -
Embrace actuality.
And that’s where strengths come
To realization: how strong
You can be as man,
As life dares succumb
Your unwavering quests lifelong -
Cum impromptu plan.
UNLEASHED
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I used to bury it,
under layers of ‘shoulds’ and ‘musts,’
beneath the weight of expectation,
a small, frantic bird trapped in a cage of ribs.
but the cage is rusting; the lock has sprung.
and the bird, oh, the bird remembers flight.
it remembers the sun on its feathers,
the wind beneath its wings,
the boundless blue stretching,
a promise whispered on the breath of dawn.
so I listen.
I surrender to the insistent pull,
the magnetic north of my own true north.
the voice within,
the one that refuses to be quieted,
is finally, gloriously,
unleashed.
I seldom make promises --
man of my word, promises
leave no wiggle room…
and, most of us, at least
occasionally, like a good
wiggle
test our physical and
mental ranges for gyration --
In fact, on deeper analysis,
nothing really is ever stationary --
not time nor space
the closest thing to Perpetual-still
being the human heart, refusing
to give up on love, despite Love’s
independent nature~ its downright
heartbreaking propensity, to sniff
and wander, like a puppy, slipping
out the front door, unleashed….
Born a Hindu, I was taught
that Krishna is the true God
but Christians spoke of Jesus,
deeming Him to be their lord.
I wandered around the world,
flirting with myriad faiths
but mere words stirred not my soul,
lost amidst shadowy wraiths.
Iconic sages revered,
each scripted a path unique,
emulating not scriptures,
found what they set out to seek.
Thought a tool, which now constrains,
radiance of pristine soul,
so I plunged into silence,
in stillness becoming whole.
I am as I am, complete,
provided thoughts are rested,
whereupon God’s grace in-pours,
though for resolve we’re tested.
Sun above and earth below,
wafting breeze tickling my face,
there’s nothing I need to do,
to garner gifts of God’s grace.
I wrote this poem for a friend who is struggling with anxiety, depression and a host of life challenges.
So many people are struggling right now. Let's be kind and try to show compassion and understanding. Let's be gentle with each other.
Hugs, love and light.
Be stardust and magic unleashed
By Michelle Morris
16/09/2023
You're struggling
Feeling trapped in your anxiety
The dark cloak of depression
Has tried to smother your happiness
But we are not born for Darkness
We are born for the Light
Made from stardust and magic
We are miracles so bright
Your destiny is unfolding
You do have choices for your path
Let the sun wrap warmth around you
And blast away the Darkness
Feel the tightness leave your chest
Feel your soul soar on angel wings
Embrace your power and greatness
Be stardust and magic unleashed
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Love has come knocking at my door
Opening my heart I prepare for more
Traversing the planet walking hand and hand
Travel to an exotic place needs to be planned
Our lips locked together in a sensuous kiss
A celestial experience not to be missed
Waves of passion flowing out towards you
Creating a journey of endless bliss you know what to do
Romantic thoughts float gently through my mind
You are the woman of my dreams so beautiful and kind
Looking back at me through those radiant eyes
A final embrace makes it harder to say goodbye
I can smell the closed blooms,
the blue pelt of clutched colors.
Standing at my garden door,
I sip moonlight.
My skin watches;
I am an ember in a wine vat.
In my belly
a coagulant of shadows
washes away stale years.
What is this feral shine?
I lift my face
through opening shoulder blades.
I'm a primal wolf
aware of its dreaming body,
nothing can name me.
The wind brushes her red mane wild and untamed, lifting her gown
A trance sweeps and sways her figure while bright orbs surround her
Transported to other realms where forestry scenes blend far away
A wistful lean body revealed thru a sheer dress, she is lifted into thin air
As she twirls around to celestial sounds, with spirits she dances free
In this pipe dream phantasy I imagined it were me, on this blissful day
Life's fury runs free,
Unleashing power with every decree.
The same force that drives us on
Is the same that can bear us undone.
As it never tires, nor does it sleep,
It can lift us up or land us down a steep.
It's a force that cannot be tamed.
And it's up to us to harness it or be blamed.
With avid strength comes smash ability.
And it's up to us to apply it for utility.
To channel it toward our dreams and goals,
Or let it consume us and bestow its toll.
So let us embrace life's fury with wide arms.
And apply it to create our charms.
Let us bear the most of every moment.
And let our lives be a testament.
For life's fury to continue to rage,
And it's up to us to turn the page.
a seismic shift deep beneath
powerful beyond belief
jars a long lost door
free at last, comes forth the beast
evil to the core
nostrils sifting through the wheat
aroused all the more,
wanders in the midnight hour,
hungry, seeking to devour
—————
for the Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest
sponsored by Charles Messina
written on 12/16/22
A time in history, August 30, 2005
Katrina unleashed her fury
Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama lost lives
Days pass, no help in sight, people become weary
Scenes of tragedy, despair, and suffering
Chaos abounds in the midst of the storm
People struggling for survival, the government buffering
States, cities, communities, neighborhoods torn
Katrina unleashed a colissal fear
With an amazing speed and power
Leaving death in its path, far and near
Swift rescues critical with each passing ghour
Quarter million people abruptly displaced
Multi billion dollar cleanup to be faced
Economies and jobs were lost
Katrina unleashed, what a cost
Dedicated to the people in New Orleans that lost the most
Cold night of winter forest asleep
Nature's spring miracles silently keep
Morbid air through skeletal trees
Chilly atmosphere of deep unease.
Decaying debris all that remains
Tree roots suggest dehydrated vein
Lifeforce of forest drained away
Underground waiting another day.
Nature orchestrates harmony
Seasonal change brings sanctuary
When bluebells raise beautiful heads
Forest's alive, no longer dead.
Green fern and moss carpet ground
Sleepy creatures shuffle around
Trees stretch old arthritic limbs
Buds unfurl and springtime sings.
Cycle of life nature's design
By this humanity is defined
In tune with season, we also rotate
Climate change horror~ is it too late?
Deep breath of pure mountain air
Away from chaos a moment rare
Radiant gorse with bright yellow flowers
Thriving on gentle Celtic showers.
Heather growing unrestrained
Amethyst glow over rocky terrain
Fragile primrose a pretty bloom
Charming wildflower dispelling gloom.
Down in meadow look carefully
Lady's Tresses with luck you'll see
Wild orchid, if found, will beguile
Moment of wonder to ponder awhile.
Shelf fungus growing on ancient tree
Really quite beautiful, you disagree?
Wild garlic rampant a favourite of mine
Nature unleashed - perfectly divine.
Pixabay Image: MrGajowy.
A bevy of censures,
to hit and strike back
Each written reprisal
to ward off attack
A mother-son warning,
once truant come true
Her words now my weapons
—to kill and renew
(Beaupre: February, 2021)
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