Lent: Day Nineteen ~ Poetry Sunday ~ Never Fear the End

Pss. 30:12  To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

Never Fear the End

I walk the place I fear to go

Where all men one day travel.

The breath of me hangs on to life

While the other threads unravel.

I press my toes in the snow

No fear for the taste of cold

I tiptoe with the brush of frost

My tongue is tipped with gold.

Rays have reached the horizon

Stretched out in welcome prayer.

I slowly walk to greet them

For the end is hidden there.

I’m bathed in a bastion of beauty

Unveiled is the Light within.

I raise my hands in mercy

Washed away is clinging sin.

I remember all the moments

As they pass before my eyes

Warmth and love surround me

I hear it in their cries.

Every tear becomes a puddle

Of this new life I must swim

Sorrow is then converted

Into a glorious hymn.

My body dripped in sunshine

Not yet for you my friend.

I softly whisper for all to hear

The righteous shall not fear the end.

Pss. 37: 37 Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright: for the end of that man is peace.

Poetry Sunday ~ The Light of My Soul

Isa. 58: 11 And the LORD shall guide thee continually, and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones: and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not.

The Light of my Soul

The rising sun drips in rays

Dancing o’er the morning

I see it glance in my window

Without a wavering warning.

The warmth washes over

Bathing me in light

Immersed in pure beauty

And so sheds the night.

I glimpse to see the beams

Piercing through my soul

My God has awakened me

From the darkness night had stole.

The heated passion carried

For all the world to see

A peek into my window

At God who shines through me.

I bear the light-filled burden

of sharing throughout the day

I pass the torch onto you

To do with it what you may.

Will you spread the seed of hate

To dance with those who glower

Or plant some love in fertile soil

Savoring the stunning flower?

I’ll spray a little sunshine

To the masses that I meet.

Sprinkles of love and laughter

To each one that I greet.

Jas.5:20 Let him know, that he which converteth the sinner from the error of his way shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins.

1 Pet. 1:22 Seeing ye have purified your souls in obeying the truth through the Spirit unto unfeigned love of the brethren, see that ye love one another with a pure heart fervently:

Poetry Sunday ~ Tally of Rays

Mark 12: 3 And they caught him, and beat him, and sent him away empty.

A Tally of Rays

Earthbound glory I feel its touch

Radiance beholden me

Worthwhile fury I know too much

Credence to freely be

Knocking on my fastened door

Besieged my inner plan

Darkened naught forever more

Bequeathed me with its stand

Every facet of the brilliant Light

Beckoned my internal pleas

Constant in its goal to find

I reckon to appease

I shine amid mere mortal beings

Sanctity at its best

A vacancy there no longer exist

Iniquity is laid to rest.

Matt. 4: 16 The people which sat in darkness saw great light; and to them which sat in the region and shadow of death light is sprung up.