I have words heavy on my heart:
raw wounds. Apart from joy, such senseless
meanings; life entombed
in Love, that shed its blood for all.
For often in the wake of small
hours given to those born
in dreams, in eager need to heal
within the velvet of night's sheen,
I call for Light, an early dawn,
and ask: Oh God, why endless life
when timeless Joy awaits us all?
Why time for those that cannot bear
the sufferings of swords in words
when Word can cure us all?
Life brought to me astonished eyes that broke
in sight to see the vast remote
kept from grim gaze ...
as if we are not worthy of the Light.
How to endure the blows obscure
when we are mortal, weak, not pure;
how to endure the hidden lies
when we, sincere in faith, fling truths as birds
released in open skies?
No, God, not days of open book
but comes the time to leave this nook
and close all books and let it burn
in fires scorching angel wings
and rain, tears falling from all eyes.
Oh God! To see the hurt of smudge,
the promises that fell to dust
and broken hopes ripped from deep trust;
a life that brought us hell and hurt,
humiliation and the dirt
of beasts that smeared in mud ...
Where is the white light promised us?
Where our protection in soft Love?
In blood now drenched we cry to You:
come God, bring forth Thy face so true!
And show this world you are not dog
now pulled along on lead, and mocked!
Let dark of hand that slips to sword
be cut by blade, brute hung by cord
of lies now webbed in net of light.
Bring silence.
Lord,
bring peace,
Day bright.
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Author notes
Life tires
In a list
A contest entry
- ~From the heart~ by Serenity-words.
2700 points, ended February 20, 47 entries
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Comments
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Excellent
Oh M, strong words of despair written in hope of the new day dawn. Maranatha
Bill
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The beauty that is you radiates from these words. it is more than you think it is. It is more than enough. Our commission in this world is not to fix it, but to understand. Thus, the world becomes fixed when we do. Wonderful.
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I remember when I was a child, people praying earnestly for the second coming of Christ. I did not understand, then, neither the trials and tribulations life brings nor the peace of final rapture. Now, I certainly have a clue! These are wonderful verses of truth and light. Good luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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A child's cry in the dark
Where is my comfort?
You ask all the right questions.
You know Myra, he will spend us, use us up to reach his lost world, if we are willing. If he uses the meek to confound the strong, the simple to confound the wise, You are a mystery in a mystery. I hope wonderful things for you. -
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Thank you, Benjamin, Brother.
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Wow this is amazing. Thank you so much for putting this into my contest! Best of luck!
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amen
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Awesome pretty poetess! I wish you luck in contest.
Thank you for being you
Love always,
Judy
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love and light my friend
deception created by false perception
a web of deceit
the light within you calls to God
God response in time
although we have been given a gift of freewill
God holds the final word
no doubt of peace
Pure poetry from a pure soul
breathtaking
Godd bless you my friend...
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War is an occult rite in which humans are sacrificed to satan. The sinister high priests of the dark hide behind the puppets placed on the world stage to deceive the ignorant masses. The war of the heavens has reached battlefield earth and will take its abominable toll. Humankind is involved as a result of its talents that have been ripped away from its conscious memory. It is difficult to reach, but is not gone. This talent is the innate ability to Love. The essence contained in the words you placed on this page. Thank you for creating and sharing. Ack.
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Definately what I seem to lament on as well, well written of course with depth, emotion and speaking from the heart. Blessings.
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as morning mist...
"Not our WILL O'Lord, YOUR will BE done".
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Yes.
I accept His Will in all. We may remind Him of his Promises.
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fantastic
When shall it be enough? For people of tender hearts the collection of miseries in the world is burden that goes on increasing.
This work is deep and pulls from the depths of human suffering the questions of faith. How, when, where are the promises to be fulfilled?
"the promises that fell to dust
and broken hopes ripped from deep trust"
These are valid doubts, passionately expressed. It is about time we all asked for a response. Wonderful poem.
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