A Fly on the Wall Poetry Contest
Suzette Richards
To climb the mountain of life,
as it turns into a volcano,
spewing lava, where the ashes
of infidelity stain the trails of love.
The trolley of blind faith untracked
by wild berries, forbidden fruit,
and loose ends-forever be unpardoned.
Yet the masquerades of love are consumed
by fire, nature's wrath, and whispers.
I wish I were a fly on the wall sooner.
Years of grace
Moments of stamina
The GATE was finally in place
The lock wielded
The key in hand
Finally, choice had a face
Ready for guests to come
The garden grew wild
As she awaited her chance
Not to offer invitation
Not to release gifts
But to see GOD, denying unwanted advance
Decades passed
No one came near
The eyesore in the glen
She turned to look
At rejection, no election
But to experience....pain, again...and again
She hardened her resolve
And began to clean
Making herself the envy of men
Guests began to gather
At the remodeled gate
Anticipating the joy of being let...in
The millisecond came
When she was applying key to lock
But froze when eyes connected
Words whispered
Heart recoiled
As she stonewalled the "rejected"
The FORGIVEN is now
..........the UNPARDONED
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06/02/2023
LXX
Lord in my weaker moments keep me sound
My faith be anchored safe upon the Rock
Whilst storms dash mighty vessels run aground
From jaws of vile leviathan that stalk
Oft times I feel that this old ship hath sailed
Without thy Spirit, Lord my heart doth faint
It matters not my tattered soul had failed
When to thy might submit take off restraint
O Star of my dark voyage from despair!
And Captain of my spirit castaway
Command my broken heart that needs repair
And to depart from dismal shores I pray
Nay would my soul set sail from mercy find?
Unpardoned mutinies of rebel mind
How oft' I'm made to doubt, and fear that grace shall leave me destitute
That promise of the Savior is not made for man of my repute
That when I come before the throne to answer for my heinous crimes
I there be found unpardoned for those many dark and sinful times
For Satan, my great enemy, that Serpent old in ages
Father of each lying word, perverts the holy pages
Through deceit, beguiling tongue, he robs the soul of peace
He is sure to there be found where joyful praises cease
Where doubts creep in to steal your faith, and fear to take your love
With sleight of hand, the iron fist concealed in velvet glove
A whispering thought into the mind, as subtle as can be
Shall wrap a chain and shackle round the throat of liberty
How oft' I'm made to doubt, and fear that Christ forsake my wretched soul
That my true Friend blot out my name, forever, from His blessed scroll
Yet thank the One true living God, Who sends to me His Word
A still small voice that I perceive is spoken from the LORD
Assuring me of victory, if I but trust and pray
That He shall keep me in His hand, and there I'll ever stay
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