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

                   đź”±   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.

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Dedicated to

RSD III

Photographer: Tanya Ackerman

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A conglomeration of black facts

in the light

a fragmented line of virile verse

 

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

Chill

My head encounters changing spaces

Bits of silver rush, blowing my mind in the quiet gale

What will I think tomorrow

Summer Morning

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Summer Morning…

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Summer Morning

A memory from somewhere here and gone

Lime sherbet raspberries and cream

Held forever eternal like a love song

Summer morning…

Two Hundred Years of Blue – Brain Pickings

Cerulean splendor from Goethe, Thoreau, Virginia Woolf, Vladimir Nabokov, Rachel Carson, Toni Morrison, and other literary masters.
— Read on www.brainpickings.org/2018/05/17/two-hundred-years-of-blue/