Poetry Sunday ~ Memory Lane

4 Ezra 4:40 (Hebrew bible) “And I took it, and drank: and when I had drunk of it, my heart uttered understanding, and wisdom grew in my breast, for my spirit strengthened my memory:”

Memory Lane

Strolling down memory lane

I peel the years away

It’s all I can do to find the pain

And heal the years at bay

I remember childhood wonders

And how they came to being

With all the plights and plunders

Is what my mind is seeing

Reeling from the hurt-filled past

A life that no one knew

Into years my rod was cast

The good ones were but few

With all the bad that shaped me

The good was carved in stone

A haunted past I had to flee

My choice to stand alone.

A home in God is what I found

As truth and Light felt right

By days of old I’ll not be bound

I’ll soar the star-filled night.

Poetry Sunday ~ Abysmal Plight

All it takes is one bloom of hope to make a spiritual garden. ~Terri Guillemets
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Abysmal Plight
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Sweltering heat timely delay
no one has cared for me today.
Drowning in the leaves of the season,
festering boils all for a reason.

Peel my skin; scale back pain
leave me standing alone in the rain.
Pretend that you love me say you care
Your thoughts and presence are never there.

Once bitten twice shy
leave my soul to wither and die.
As I climb this mountain alone
No one to call me or ask me home.

Far away beyond your reach,
I scan the shores of eternity’s beach.
I am but a grain in the vast summer swell
I burn and churn in this created hell.

Can I be saved from this hungry disease
that torments and twists me to my knees.
The Light of the Lord can carry me far,
away from all things as worldly you are.

I can not partake I will not succumb
to this earthly crust that all have become.
I soar in the realm of spiritual bliss...
arms wide open the cosmos I kiss!

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