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I was lovely then
blushing peachy cheeks
I was funny then
laughter honeysuckle sweet
I lay down with you then
beneath a full white moon
I smile when I remember
The symphony of my youth
I smile when I remember
poetry
The coldest nights are God’s mercy (survival is fear based and slides into dying)
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It is the coldest night in years
The heavens in the sky so clear
The burden on her back slid off her shoulders
She thought, I must lay down this boulder…
It is time the voice said, there is no more to do
I want you to leave this burden here tonight
Survival is fear based and slides into dying
Thriving mercy comes from Me the voice cried…
She lay down on the cold ground shivering
When she woke a spring morning shining
She looked around with a pounding in her mind
And the boulder was no where in sight…
Power of the Heart (by my grandson)
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Out of the Heart of my eight year old grandon. This poem…amazed!
If your heart starts to sink
Into a part where you cannot bear to cry
Try to use the power of the Heart
For you should not cry for me when I am gone
Remember what I said that is the power of the heart
E.C.C.B.
Proverbs of a Foolish Man
from freight trains to Ferraris
cigarette butts in the gutter to Cuban cigars
wanted to go home so many times
but it was just too damn hard…
hidden in the desert rock and sailed the Aegean sea
scrounged like a pauper and feasted like a King
ran and ran as fast as I could
but still could not get away from me…
she deserved a better man than me
she is the whole of good and light as can be
gripped all my shame then threw it in her face
and she rose above it as she walked on in grace…
These are the Proverbs of a foolish man
Please hear this and then walk another way
Avoid the Proverbs of this foolish man
the price is much too high to pay…
Sharp Shooter on the roof tops…
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I dream I am in guerrilla warfare, watching for sharp shooters on the roof tops
The King was right when he said we do not fight flesh and bone
Yet we insist on killing our own over and over, the choice made, cannot be taken back
There are many traitors among us, or most likely they never were a child of the King
They look just like me so I cannot know who will gun me down, it is not for me to judge
The Truth can pierce the bone from the marrow, I know because it happened to me…
I must don God’s armor at all times, be vigilant in lie detection, oh the enemy is so smooth, it is a false light…
My heart is pounding, I cannot be silent, for every day is a day of war in the spiritual realm, to immense to be ignored.
The manifold wisdom of God sees all, the Captain of the host holds all power in his name, Messiah, Jesus, God with us
So I take up my weapons… the belt of Truth, the shield of Faith, the helmet of Salvation …
I continue to walk behind the enemy line for I know the Battle is the Lord’s, I long to remain a diligent warrior
The sharp shooter is still on the roof, the scope on the rifle is aimed at my head, I can see his eyes dead like dolls eyes
I choose to keep walking…
I walk on vigilant always for any inkling of the enemy’s presence…deafening silence
yet in a split-second a pervasive white mist envelopes me…
I feel heavy weight and aching in my body and spirit, it is the supreme stealth weapon of the enemy
It is shame, my most relentless foe
The ballast of Shame slaughters aggressively, the deadliest of weapons, worse than sarin gas…
If I don’t kill it, it will kill me and all it touches, shame is unholy from hell
I cry out to the King, blood seeping from my chest, a razor-sharp slice
I did not feel it at the point of entry
Towering above the shame the King appears, brandishing his two-edged sword
it blazes and radiates like a million Suns, in a blink the sharp shooter
on the roof top falls dead
I am blind now, crouching down behind my shield of Faith
the King wields his Holy two-edged sword and shame screeches like the demon it is…
instantly there is silence, my heart is no longer bleeding, I regain my sight
The Holy Spirit is the watchman, the Angels encamp around me
I savor the Holy rest of victory this day…
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It was the brightest sky in a hundred years
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It was the brightest sky in a hundred years
an ancient song that drew me here
There is no burden that these stars will fall
I know you will answer when I call
Like a dazzling topaz you fill my sky
as you drift from me to that Holy high
I knew that you were glad to go
though selfishly I did not want it so
Then you spoke to me in that gentle way
There are worse things then dying you said that day
I cried and agreed but did not want you leave
but we both know the One in whom we believe
For He holds all our days and all our joys
although I can no longer hear your voice
Today I know you’re both watching over us
The family that you love so much
My writing is a dialogue with my self…that might spill over into your life…
I have come to see that most of this need to write is a dialogue with my self in which I sort out, define, and narrate my beliefs, my perceptions, and my life…
When my Mom recently passed away I used writing as a tool to grieve, mourn, and rejoice. I use words to give Praise to God who, by faith I believe in and trust. I use writing to rail against injustice and to also humble my self that I don’t have a right to judge anyone. I have always loved The written word.
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The power of The Word that put on flesh are the words that I hold most dear. This Word lives and moves and creates and forgives and heals…
I recently have been thinking about the divide in the Church regarding the inerrant Word of God and how each believer must make their stand regarding the Bible being wholly literal or not. I know it is literal and inerrant…
In our flesh we can use the Bible and make it say something it doesn’t. For example taking the word “submission” and turning it into a way to manipulate and control others but in the context of the whole character of God and His Word Jesus clearly examples for us that submission to His Father was based on honor and glory with humility. What a difference context makes.
Sometimes there are no words for me to express the profound treasures of life but I like the challenge of attempting to anyway. Perhaps in heaven I will be allowed to write Psalms and poems to worship Jesus with…
My motivation and passion is to connect with others by something I see or have experienced and put such descriptive words on paper the the reader will feel that they are not alone in their story…
So whether it really matters in the big picture I don’t know but using words to speak life is exactly what Jesus did… ” and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us! My word for that is Hallelujah! ”
I’m a little tapped out on my self right now…
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a little tapped out on my self right now
need to get my self off my hands
let someone else give the care right now
I’m just doing the best I can
No questions now please, just sit with me
Feel the sweet summer rain wash us clean
Let go of all the would haves should haves
Sit in the moment of now and not what has been
The Shadow of A Poet
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I want to sleep deeply in a minor key
Need that old emerald sea washing over me
Sprinkles of “should have” drop into the sand
A seeker, a woman, just had to love that man
I put my mind on pause till the midnight moonrise
I smile a reverent smile when the church bells chime
Painted soft flames of love lick around my heart
The shadow of a poet she is only catching sparks
The Keen Edge of Joy
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The heat hung in the air like wet cotton today
The Texas dance of August has begun
The manicured lawns will soon be parched brown
Even the humming of the cicadas has gone still
Venus burns ever so brightly racing me to dawn
The majestic Oaks stand still as centurion guards
At my core the keen edge of Joy bids me come
And reach for the poetry that lives in my heart
