Disquietude

Truth and my omnipotent God made flesh remain the same.
My soul is disquieted for where in this life can The proclamation
Be heard?
The Body is dispersed, set upon with discrepancies and too much The things
Of this world which slash and tear the garment of holiness.
My help comes from the Lord! Yet I am constantly crushed and pulled
Into the pit, overcome with outside forces dwelling in High Places.
Yet, I call upon my God! Surely in these days His voice is constrained,
Quieted and my ears filter only disgust.
There is salvation and peace in my Lord, the God of heaven and earth!

Open my ears Oh Lord! Send once again the promised Helper! Oh, gentle,
Most overcoming Spirit of Truth! Silence all others, rescue me from voices
Of ungodliness and lies!
Pastor and calm my soul for it longs for your Word, the one and only Truth.

 

 

 

 

 

October’s Ominous Occurances

Falling into fictitious fantasy…

Sometimes hitting raked leaves…

Or knocking all breathable air away…

Finding hallucination funny

Or ghastly as mind bends

Along with body, bloody, terror.

Fearing to name the horror

Or look into its face

After all it’s

                   🔱   October ⚰️                  
 

Blinding Grace

Line by line

 

Time,

passes, encompassing the soul

in exuberant joy.

Changing  life in fits and starts.

 

Turning, sweeping, leveling

like Autum wind,

Melding  new and old

into One.

 

Creating a blinding image,

more beautiful and rare

than eyes like mine deserve.

 

God,

in His infinite glory and faithfulness,

Pours out Grace upon Grace

Leaving me face down

in Wonder and Praise.

 

Straights and Creeks

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A lunar pull apart.

Born of self-same shelf.

Dig deep, Ye Pictorial Builders,

Ye Leatherneck Drivers!

One, young living coral.

Another, ancient decayed pluff.

May you tender the shelf.

Let your lines be straight.

Above the orb on reef and marsh

Life and death flow in sync.

   *

Dedicated to

RSD III

Photographer: Tanya Ackerman

Something Happened and Nothing Happened

Come you Huddled Masses

You Impoverished

And Homeless

 Nationless

Peoples.

Come All

To the

Lady of Liberty

Work, Live, Speak and Worship

In Freedom.

______

Something Happened.

Bang! You’re Black!

Bang! You’re Gay!

Bang! You’re Illegal!

Bang! You’re Muslim!

Bang! You’re Christian!

Bang! You’re White!

Bang! Because you are different!

______

In the Wake

The Huddled Masses

The Impoverished

The Homeless

 Nationless

Peoples

Wait.

_____

Nothing Happened

To Stop It.

“Latitude 27o N X 82o W”

Anxiously

searching hues

green

blue

fuchsia,

inching  down.

Fiercely

lush

abundance,

smooth

prickly

steamy.

Gracefully

hidden

tiny spongy tokens

rooting running things

in earth’s sweet dankness

toward its Destiny

Peacefully

in its own

Eden

A Grief of Joy

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Whispers In loud hushes

Breathe relief

Fragrant soul sounds of Holiness

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The Wonder of True Friendship

To hold fast to Wonder: the exuberant, innocent and unincombered imagination of childhood is one of my hopes for beginning this year. Without it, being a writer is not a possibility.

In this season of life I also hold fast to my Favorite Things. On Christmas our two year old grandson gave us a wonderful gift. Climbing onto the piano stool he played for us and sang what we realized as the old show tune, “My Favorite Things”.

This morning I muse on friendship and its Blessings. To have a true friend who has been in my life for forty plus years, years of loving and ups and downs including marriage, divorce, births, death, rearing children, heartbreaking disagreements, years of physical separation from one another, reconciliation and movement from extreme youth to the world of older age is true friendship. It is truly a Wonder! I count it in my collection of Favorite Things as possibly the number one.

The gift is worth more. It keeps me going, gives me joy, hope and increases my faith in God and humanity. I wonder how I can hope for much more. I wish it for you!

 

Unproven

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Where I go myself follows.

Id and ego, even being drizzles away.

I am unseen even in shadow of the sun.

How do I prove or set value for or in a disappearing self?

I cannot walk away even though I am not.

Is it  then cowardess or hubris?

Oh Light of the World,

You Who sees with never failing eyes,

Have mercy.

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