As I wake within the rose of wilderness
my eyes are aroused
by twilight's soft glow surrounding your face
in a wondrous shroud of glimmering illumination
leaving me breathless
giving rise to the heart beat you hear
in this evening of silent raptured luminosity
Where you and I beseech the sun to undress the stars
that quietly appear, as the sunset bows to the night
in a red splayed sky filling the horizon
opening the night's stage of enchantment
inviting romantic scenes that we'll play
in a pulsating atmosphere
filled with heavenly flickering gleams
that wash across the black sky
to shine on the vivid colored blossoms of our soul
dancing with a shimmering magical intimacy
from a soft breeze of tranquility
binding our senses to the aroma
covering the luster of our enraptured heart
as we transformed into lovers
lost on an island of fragrant perfume and passion
surrendering ourselves to be prisoners
where we were tortured by the taste of touch
that purified us
on the altar of love's breathless embrace
“You didn’t like it?”
“Jenny, you write to write!”
“I feel every word to the fiber
of my being!”
“Oh, God”
New heavens new earth.
New stars new life.
Yeshua Makes things right.
Jesus lift us up.
Jesus restore us all.
The First.
The Last.
Juniper Diamond of Czechia Mob Boss.
Queen of new elements.
Patrick son of Jesus Ambassador of new heavens and new earth.
Yellow spark fly away.
Yellow patch waiting for the new days.
Under the new moon and new sky.
Jay Bird brings new light.
Yeshua my best friend nothing to fear he is the Last one standing.
Elements melt all creation melts. visible and invisible melts. He remains.
New Dawn with Yeshua as the new son everlasting to everlasting his kingdom is eternal.
Bow down to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords Yeshua/Jesus the promise keeper is always true.
Worthy is Our Lamb the Lord of Hosts our great Everlasting Father and Wonderful Counselor
He is Mighty God Forever
It's shade not of night,
It's a rest from the flight
A poem more holy than any from page
A play with more grace than what makes the stage
More reverence there than buttress can bring
From the ground to the arch, apart from the wing
More grandeur than even more lofty a spire
More solid in nature than we can conspire
Giving shade through the day and rest through the night
For all who have need to retire from flight
It's a loss, there's no doubt
Whether storm, ice, or drought
Cellular, cellulose, wearing a crown
Grown all the way up… to only come down
When it's time to leave the sky to the wind
The leaves and the branches no longer to bend
Thence came the life that gave life to the lyre
That would raise up a canopy meant to inspire
More than a point, or a joint, or an arch
The oak and the elm, the maple and larch
Are reduced, as all things which sprang from the dust
To the fruit we produce to provide what we must
When it's time to be borne on the shoulder it's best
To have taken a stand between restless and rest
What we leave's what we're made of, leaf, branch, or tome
Make the most of your time, for we all join the loam
Good New Day, Blessed Resurrection Day.
To God be the Glory.
This day is not the end but the start of His story. He's graced and placed us to receive Himself . His mercy grace freed us.
Given the ultimate chance to redeem ourselves, Our life is blessed, He paved away.
For us to be eternally saved,
and for that, we praise and thank Him.
We're unworthy, but yet in YOU, LORD, we're Holy. We be the Righteousness of God.
We acknowledge you, birth, death, and resurrection.
And receive you unto ourselves
THANK YOU, JESUS, for saving us,
replacing us on the cross
Worthy is the LAMB
You are the Holy Mighty, LAMB AMEN
4/5/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Resounding love dwells in an ineffable aroma .. like a timeless aura
At the core of all
This marvelling
You've felt it. Eye-wet!
In what's divine met.
Here for safe keeping
Garden-enshrined.
For that sublime, sweet
Bloom at your feet.
Perfect, Lord. Perfect
All such icons!
Then why not, lady
Turn as worthy
This favourable view
Yourself back on?
Are you not, low grown
As lofty shown?
Lord, I have come,
ready to do your will.
I know the call is for everyone,
but the chosen are few.
Though the last shall be first,
I stand a stranger at your banquet.
Make me worthy,
that I may sit at your table.
The vibrant popinjay has gone.' The harlequin no more really
Spins in song.' The magic's now all in a can.' Younger female backers
Parry times looming advance plan..' The age'd icon takes his glances
Across the acres, of yearning souls in hopefull trances..Parody banners they lie.' beneath sultry skies.' Echo the effigy of the past, See it burned in the mans eyes.'
Actions Describe.' Writ large the irony of life.' Youth has
Flown.' All hail its ghost, Ronnie strums, the speakers hum.'
Geri-acrity...Fumbles combinations and with alacrity..' 0yet theres really not one chance.' No way back.' All I see is false hope.' Rod Stewart is a husk.' Not yet voiceless.' Nor danceless yet
Its the back end, of the romance.!
I'll never forget the love You've shown
To my family, friends, and I
You are a God of great love and compassion
The deepest love one could not deny
I shall stay and wait upon You Lord
Sing Your praises all day long
Lord I am not worthy of Your love
With Your love I can't go wrong
Waste no life to those who don't appreciate you
Waste no love to those who don't wait for you
Waste no tears to those who don't want you
Waste no energy to those who don't need you
Waste no words to those who don't hear you
Waste no time to those who ignore you
Waste no heart to those who give you pain
Give your life only to those who give you importance
Who give you worthy of respect and appreciation
Who helps you with no string attach
Who cares for your in times of troubles
Who prays for you fervently and secretly
Who loves you with their actions hidden in your eyes.
Why do I feel so unworthy of being
Don’t I deserve all of life that I’m seeing
Seeds that are planted in innocent soil
Offer a mindset so ready to spoil
Feeling unwanted, tormented by fear
Not good enough, so the message is clear
Different is not what the world will allow
Emptiness weighs more than most things somehow
Still, understanding can offer relief
How when so young, we can imprint belief
Knowing what’s wrong and what’s right I can shout
Still ghosts remain that will harbor such doubt
Why do I feel so unworthy of being
Questions I ask myself somehow are freeing
I know that I am a pillar of rock
Go ahead, ridicule, slander and mock
My father always told me
Son; When you stop being beneficial
You become useless
To those that were using you.
You'll think niggas got your back
When everything is right
But they disappear into thin air
When everything goes wrong
Just stay strong.
People giving
What's rightfully for one
To another
Dis glorifying the right one
Then glorifying who they want
Whom am I to judge
But I also can't remain silent
Amidst evil without compassion.
You'll be needed
When you have what is needed
Don't mistake it for love
Be guided, so you don't loose guide
Give worth
To whatever makes you worthy not worry.
What worthy upshot holds in store
is integrity which counts for more.
The Gift from God
On January 1st a baby was born.
The world celebrated’.
This baby, this gift from God, we named 2024.
Three hundred sixty-five days more,
To better ourselves, His image to adore.
Now 2024 is gently sighing.
From December 25th to the 31st, it is dying.
Look back upon the gift of days,
Did you with thoughts or deeds,
God’s heart amaze?
Were you grateful, loving and kind,
Did you make God smile in your mind?
Are you worthy of the gift soon to arrive,
The newborn baby we will call 2025?
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 11 6 9 8 11 0 6 10 8 6 4 0 8 8 11 8
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: 2025 (0), <-- Syllables counted programmatically for these words.
Total # Words: 91
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