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

                   ūüĒĪ   October ‚öįÔłŹ                  
 

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

May you tender the shelf…
Let your lines be straight…
on reef/marsh-life and death flow in sync.
To: RSD, III

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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

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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

Eyes of Faith

Like the eye which sees everything in front of it¬†and never sees itself, faith is occupied with the Object upon which it rests and pays no attention to itself at all. While we are looking at God, we do not see ourselves — blessed riddance. The man who has struggled to purify himself and has had nothing but repeated failures will experience real relief when he stops tinkering with his soul and looks away to the perfect One.¬†…¬†A. W. Tozer

Throwback Thursday

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Throwback Thursday

Girls just want to have fun!

Oh my golly gee!

Fun and Friends and girls who just want to have fun with always be the same.

Word for Wednesday

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Word for Wednesday

Oh! blessed Jesus, reveal yourself to my heart;¬†soften, melt, and renew it. Consume all the dross which it contains, and transform it, wholly, after your image; that, while surrounded by evils of every name, and sorrows of every kind, which abound in this rebellious, dying world, I may enjoy the light of your countenance, and the purifying influence of your love. Fill me with your love; satiate my soul with your goodness; and make me an everlasting trophy of your grace.…Thomas Reade¬†

Blazing Quiet

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Blazing Quiet

Great grief prays with great earnestness.¬†Prayer is not a collection of balanced phrases; it is the pouring out of the soul. What is love if it be not fiery? What are prayers if the heart be not ablaze? They are the battles of the soul. In them men wrestle with principalities and powers…The prayer that prevails is not the work of lips and fingertips. It is the cry of a broken heart and the travail of a stricken soul.¬†
…Samuel Chadwick¬†