Treasures of Old
©copyright 2003 Bonita M Quesinberry
My eyes opened and my heart listened
to what I was told by a bold voice;
then followed His instructions, by choice,
to find many treasures… new and old.
I opened the book and delved in deep,
no longer its words from me to keep:
revealing secrets, mysteries old,
just as I'd been told by that voice bold.
My eyes opened and my heart listened
to what I was told by that bold voice;
then followed His instructions, by choice,
to write many treasures… new and old.
Soon, I picked up pen and let it flow;
thinking just for me these treasures glowed.
But when it was done and truth was sound,
He said, "It's for ev'ryone around."
My eyes opened and my heart listened
to what I was told by His bold voice;
then followed His instructions, by choice,
To share many treasures… new and old.
I put them in books and sent them out;
His treasures gone and spread all about.
Yet, no one cared, did not even keep.
My heart broke and for Jesus I weep.
Yet, my eyes opened and heart listened
I accepted God's word, purely weaved,
And He spoke, He to whom I do cleave;
"I never said any would believe."
—Amen
In a list
A contest entry
- Encountering odds--- by Purush.
550 points, ended March 16, 2009, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
The Bible: a book that no human writer could hope to ever match in skills. Have you read yours lately?
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This is a marvelous poem, tied in together well. I like the repeating verses. This makes it poetic.
I read somewhere that teachers are not suppose to try to change people. They are only to offer ideas, a choice for them to believe. And actually, we are all teaching what we believe, all of the time. Our outward behavior reflects are inner beliefs.
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Indeed, dearest namesake, teaching is much like leading that proverbial horse to water, we cannot make them drink. God gave the hard words for me to teach and, often I get accused of condemning because of it. In a way, that is funny, because no human can condemn another; all we are instructed to do is to warn, and in the absence of warning, we are told that person's blood will be on our hands. So, I do as told and warn.
Luv & hugs, BonQ
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Ah, a most uplifting, heartfelt piece surely inspired by the Holy Spirit.
Congrats on the silver,
mj.
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The end of your story, my story, but the beginning of God. Frederick Buechner says ‘if we only had eyes to see, we would know that the Kingdom of God in the sense of holiness, goodness, and beauty is as close as breathing and is crying out to be born both within ourselves and within the world. If we only had ears to hear, we would know that the Kingdom of God is what … all of us hunger for above all other things even when we don’t know its name or realize that it’s what we’re starving to death for. If we only had wits to understand, the Kingdom of God is where our best dreams come from and our truest prayers. We glimpse it at those moments when we find ourselves being better than we are and wiser than we know. We catch sight of it when at some moment of crisis a strength seems to come to us that is greater than our own strength. The Kingdom of God,”
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Thank you, Joe, for such a wonderful comment and quote. I've said the same for years, for people are looking for love in all the wrong places and from the wrong beings. Recently, I'd told someone that we are born with a certain awareness of where we came from, the spirit beings that we are; and, it is that place we truly crave to return.
Much love in Christ, BonnieQ
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How beautiful! And such depth and emotion in this. I loved it!
best wishes in your contest.
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thumbs up
The rime is nice it lightens it up.
The truth is sad but in the end it’s okay
My emotions are tight and it squeezes me out.
It’s good it’s good
Send us some more
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Thank you, my darling brother!
SisBon
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This is a beautiful piece of poetry penned sweet soul.
A truly inspiring poem, splendid rhyme and flow.
Be blessed in all you ever do.
Tony
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Well now.
People believe more than what one would think. I pray for people in between listening to the sound of my oxygen compressor rise and fall. Pretty soon I drift off to sleep. I believe that the words we write and the prayers we say are heard. One example is a friend who had a ten pound tumor removed as well as his kidney. I know in my heart he will be healed as I was. -
All the best in my contest.
"My eyes opened and my heart listened
to what I was told by His bold voice;
then followed His instructions, by choice,
To share many treasures… new and old.
I put them in books and sent them out;
His treasures gone and spread all about.
Yet, no one cared, did not even keep.
My heart broke and for Jesus I weep."
The versification in aesthetic parlance is really good
All the best in my contest. -
Way To Go Bonnie
You have crafted a beauty here - He gives us beauty for ashes - keep on keeping my dear - ----------------------------------------------- Joe --------- hugsssss
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Isn't that the truth, Bonnie! So many mysteries lie beneath the surface of those sacred words, and sometimes the truth hits us square between the eyes, as plain as day, but it seems no one else can see it! God reveals His secrets to babes, and the great and mighty remain blind to the facts.
Moses
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