Showing posts with label descent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label descent. Show all posts

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Poetry Sunday ~ The Soul's Descent

Gen. 28:12 "And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven: and behold the angels of God ascending and descending on it."

The Souls Descent
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Plummeting downward I watched it fall;
the deep abyss the shadowed wall.
Gripped by pain and tidal emotion;
wrought with fear an inner devotion.

In this fissure of my being, 
analyzing all I'm seeing.
The foulness of vengeance lurks throughout,
seeds of hatred sprinkled about.

Where once there lay a fluent stream,
drought and hunger fuse a team.
Lust it lingers in this pit,
I try to flee...but here I sit.

Liquid anger claws at me,
my very essence squints to see.
Howls and screams ~~ a wailing sound.
crimson walls melting 'round.

Fires racing torments edge;
keeping me from realities ledge.
I struggle within this master's plane,
as wilted red walls fall down like rain.

My soul has found a resting place,
torrents of tears streaming down my face.
Trickling along like glistening sand,
I hold my pain in the palm of my hand.

Rom. 10:7 "Or, Who shall descend into the deep? (that is, to bring up Christ again from the dead.)"

*a worthy repost
from 2012

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Poetry Sunday


The Soul’s Descent

Plummeting downward I watch it fall,
the deep abyss, the shadowed wall.
Gripped by pain and tidal emotion.
Wrought with fear an inner devotion.


In this fissure of my being,
analyzing all I'm seeing.
Foulness of vengeance lurks throughout,
seeds of hatred sprinkled about.


Once there lay a fluent stream,
drought and hunger fuse a team.
Lust it lingers in this pit.
I try to flee...but here I sit.


Liquid anger claws at me.
My very essence squints to see.
Howls and screams; a wailing sound,
crimson walls melting 'round.


Fires racing, torments edge,
keeping me from realities ledge.
I struggle within this master’s plane,
as wilted red walls fall down like rain.


My soul has found a resting place.
Torrents of tears stream down my face.
Trickling along like glistening sand,
pain is held in the palm of my hand.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Harvest of Souls~



Soul Harvest



The time is near; the hour nigh,

Moonbeams drape the blackened sky.

Blazing sun scorches the land.

Earth erupts in a quivering stand.





Encircling us is ravaging hate,

Lust and greed severs our fate.

I sit and watch as lives unravel,

The boulder of strength now merely gravel.





Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

Souls bewildered by mistrust.

Doubt and fear, they give rise.

To muted pleas and mournful cries.





As souls ascend and souls descend,

It is our own that we must mend.

Bringing forth joy, love and peace,

Beauty within must never cease.





Firmly tread as the time is here,

To boldly state all we revere.

Harvest of souls its summoning plea.

It's craving you; devouring me.







Come forth and share your wholesome beauty.

Unleash love, as your earthly duty.

Reap what you sow, seek and find.

Then you my friend won't be left behind.



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