"For we are his workmanship (poiema), created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared in advance that we should do them." Ephesians 2:10. "
I read these words in the whole context
of the book of Ecclesiastes.
When “all is vanity”, what comes next?
“Excess” say some enthusiast-ees.
“Eat, drink, and be merry.” - Don't we lose
the goal - when pleasure's all we achieve.
"Work" is that prepared gift from God we use
for outcomes which man cannot unweave.
Even Solomon ends, this thought in mind
“Fear God and keep all His commandments.”
Ponder, if God is the judge, we'll find
in the final grave, rightful recompense.
Where the Lord's wisdom and strength are compromised,
labor loses when self is lionized.
Categories:
unweave, 11th grade, bible, death,
Form: Quatorzain
Author Dana Redricks
September 22, 2024
God has a plan for me, His arms wide open, He greets me each day, in His embrace, I find my way.
Each moment crafted, every glance, a chance to live, to love, to dance.
His whispers echo, soft and clear, fear not, my child, for I am near. In joyful laughter, in silent prayer, His presence wraps me, everywhere.
Though storms may rage and shadows creep, my soul's anchored, forever deep. For I am His, eternally, in this grand narrative, I am free.
So let me shine, with heart ablaze, reflecting love in countless ways. For in my story, etched with glee, pain, pressures that way on my brain. Each chapter unfolds His glory.
With every breath, my spirit sings, of mercy, hope, and wondrous things. God has a plan, a tale to yet unweave, a beautiful journey, in which I believe.
Categories:
unweave, christian, deep, destiny, endurance,
Form: Free verse
At dropping of night comes the wind,
bringing sweet dreams filled with magic,
until I awake with the morning.
The bright light of morning
displaces the wind;
all dreams disappear, and the magic.
Why does loss of that magic
give such grief in the morning?
Oh, return sweet night with the wind.
How sweet is that wind at night with the magic;
Sisters, please unweave the morning.
Categories:
unweave, dream, magic, myth, wind,
Form: Tritina
Privacy is a freedom of the past,
computers and cell phones took that away;
for it was too precious to ever last.
We now record every word neighbors say;
although we once talked to them face-to-face,
computers and cell phones took that away.
The internet is a chaotic place,
where a like's equivalent to a friend;
although we once talked to friends face to face.
People trade reality for pretend,
for life is a fantasy on the net;
where trolls and bullies feel free to offend.
A.I. poses an even direr threat;
humanity's fabric might well unweave,
for life is a fantasy on the net.
Within the matrix world of make-believe,
privacy is a freedom of the past.
Humanity's fabric might well unweave;
for it was too precious to ever last.
Categories:
unweave, angst, anxiety, change, computer,
Form: Terzanelle
"As dead as leaves" I'd taken leave
of any sense for life’s new lease.
My wish - to be the centerpiece.
How very reckless to perceive
my charms like magic could unweave
tight-woven strands, pursuit's pet peeve.
Desire was merely whim’s caprice -
"as dead as leaves".
Three friends had learned that friends believe
distrust just dares one to deceive.
As kids we’d worked out jealousy
now three’s a crowd - two’s company.
Alas, as number three, I grieve
"as dead as leaves."
April 4, 2022
As Dead as Leaves is from the English band, Radiohead, an alternate title for Scatterbrain from their album Hail to the Thief.
Categories:
unweave, 11th grade, bereavement, friend,
Form: Rondeau
thoughts
hanging in the air
certainty
uncertainties
mysteries
doubt
reaching
after fact
unweave a rainbow
in
a pursuit of love
with
sorrow 's pain
in
pleasures wreath
natures cycle
a transient
existence
in
fleeting
ebb&flow
pre occupied
let go
whispered
the
heart's beat
Categories:
unweave, poets, tribute,
Form: Ekphrasis
I move;
perception moves;
thoughts move;
feelings move;
this body moves.
I am still;
perception stills;
thoughts still;
feelings still;
this body stills;
These perceptions I thought were me
vanish;
these thoughts I thought were me
vanish;
these feelings I thought were me
vanish;
this body I thought was me
will slowly vanish
as the germs and worms unweave the confusion.
I watch
nothing.
Then watching is gone;
(no way to question if
nothing is there,
nothing is not there.
Who can say something has been freed?
Who can say nothing has been freed?)
As I go about my day,
these feelings come
vivid and fierce, like fear;
unable to see my Self,
unable to feel myself,
I can only see the fear,
I can only feel the fear,
and I think “that must be me;
it’s all I can see; it is all I feel.”
These feelings even come
vivid and fierce, like love;
unable to see myself,
unable to feel myself,
I can only see the love,
I can only feel the love
and I think “that must be me;
it’s all I can see; it is all I feel.”
Is there something watching?
Is there someone watching?
or is there only Watching
as everything comes and goes...
Categories:
unweave, spiritual,
Form: I do not know?
You were born both innocent and naive,
void of memories, your mind was a blank.
And your parents taught you what to believe,
for all that you are, you have them to thank.
The fabric of time, you cannot unweave,
nor spit out poisons you already drank.
You are the product of your upbringing,
exposed to backstabbing and mudslinging.
Categories:
unweave, 10th grade, angst, anxiety,
Form: Ottava rima
Death released your soul upon this Summer's Eve,
and there is nothing that I can do but grieve.
As a dying sun sets.
A trickle of tears soon morphs into a flood,
and my heart shrivels as though drained of its blood.
As painful as it gets.
And the fabric of my life starts to unweave,
confronting what I do not want to believe.
As chills morph into sweats.
I have not come to grips with the pain I feel,
for I want to believe your death isn't real.
There are no safety nets.
Slipping into dreams that you frequently haunt,
I can cuddle with you as long as I want.
My heart has no regrets.
Without you, a scarlet sunset seems mundane,
Nature's spectacle has been reduced to plain.
Brokenhearted sunsets.
Categories:
unweave, angst, death, depression, emotions,
Form: Tail-rhyme
Earth sciences
spill through LeftBrain spaces
and consciences
As artistic time-travel images
back through sight and sound
and more deeply into fragrance
and taste of sweet v sour and bitter, even worse
and touch of good v bad mistrusted,
sometimes even mutually distrusting
Feeling fractals
and sensing double-bound mysterious octaves
of wondrous color and music
spiraling fertile seasons,
operas,
operations,
designs.
Iconically captured in DNA and RNA
regenerating fold
and unfold
and refold,
weave
and unweave
and reweave time's holonic structures,
sacred ThreePoint Vectors
And, sadly, histories of degenerative violence
against sacred polycultural solidarity
with all Earth's LifeTribes.
These two appositions,
YangSpace and YinTime,
are a powerfully flowing combination,
fluently affluent when held together,
with sublime integrity
restoratively pre-generational,
enthymematic
toward diastatic
polypathic
sacredly re-creolic
fully invested commitment
to healthiest wealth of EgoYang
as wealthiest health of EcoYin.
Categories:
unweave, art, beauty, creation, health,
Form: Prose Poetry
Do you know me?
I continue on for you
Only to be blinded by the shine
In your brown eyes
Do you know what a mystery
You are to me?
Do you know the fabrics I
Must unweave just to be within
Ear shot of your voice
That musical noise
I miss that bell sound
And your poise
I remember watching you
Leap to avoid puddles on
Misty days, loving the sound
At the beginning of your rejoice
Do you know me?
Suffering at the end of
Your every sentence
Regal celebration with your
Every entrance
Do you know me?
I am devoted solely to you.
Your heart of virtue is cue
I want to soak up your
Essence and drink you
If I choose regal queen
Serene serene Serene
Categories:
unweave, absence, celebrity, devotion, happiness,
Form: Sonnet
...for Leonard Cohen
They unweave the web of lies for you,
lay platters of forgiveness at your feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.
They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.
Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.
A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.
Categories:
unweave, inspirational,
Form: Quatrain
...for Leonard Cohen
They unweave the web of lies for you,
lay platters of forgiveness at your feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.
They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.
Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.
A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.
Categories:
unweave, dedication, writing,
Form: Quatrain
It wasn't difficult
to learn the history
of you,
to wipe away the
foreign imprints
of other souls,
and misplaced fingertips
on the geography
of your body.
The hard part was
allowing my hands
to fall,
learning to
unweave my fingers
from yours,
and stop the awful
ticking
seconds
of remembering
you.
I managed to walk away,
slightly scathed,
still able to smile.
But,
I still write the poems.
I never learned how to stop
writing you into the pages.
What was once my escape
only pushes me
in remembering us,
making me realize
that your absence
was never truly
real.
And now you sleep
under a blanket of bombs,
learning the art
of tourniquets
and bloodshed.
And I'm still here,
trying to
figure out how to
forget you.
Categories:
unweave, goodbye, i miss you,
Form: Free verse
...for Leonard Cohen
They unweave the web of lies for you,
lay platters of forgiveness at your feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.
They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.
Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.
A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.
Categories:
unweave, inspirational,
Form: Quatrain
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