The Lord of all the Heavens
Chose you as His own
The universe was made by Him
And you are His alone.

Yes, you are Christ's body
We ALL are, in fact
But when some are treated badly
Does the body stay intact?

The hair covers up the eye
It thinks itself more grand
The nose turns up above the mouth
The ear won't understand!

The eye looks at the hand
And because it's looking down
It moves the eyebrows to a scowl
And stares there with a frown!

The hand thinks that it's all that
Because it has great thumbs
The teeth would not even be around
If it weren't for the gums!

The legs are very shapely
So they take on airs
The back is straight, but it's not fate
It's due to derrieres!!

The feet take on the very weight
Of all the rest of it
We couldn't go without big toes!
The little one should fit!

Are we all one body?
Well, Jesus is our head.
He is there, so have a care
He wants LOVE instead!

How could your leg move
Without a bone?
Bone move without a muscle?
Maybe you don't see it cuz
You're lost in all the bustle!

Taking care of your own self
Perhaps your face is Janus.
Janus means you're two-faced.
That means you're an ****!

Does that reference shock you?
It really should, you see.
When you talk about my sis
You're talking about ME!

The Corinthians were like that
The Apostle Paul was sad.
They were very worldly
It also made him mad!

We need to grow up, people!
Babies need great care,
But we'd best not part mustaches
To put a bottle there!!

We are all one body
If we want to thrive and grow
We should not poke out an eye
Or cut off a toe!

Folks, let's love each other!
Where Christ Is We Live
If someone has offended
Why don't we forgive?

We are all one body
Please take my advice!
We are all one body...

And it belongs to Christ!

Catherine Jarvis
11/13/2020

1 Corinthians 12

One Body with Many Parts
12The human body has many parts, but the many parts make up one whole body. So it is with the body of Christ. 13Some of us are Jews, some are Gentiles,e some are slaves, and some are free. But we have all been baptized into one body by one Spirit, and we all share the same Spirit.f

14Yes, the body has many different parts, not just one part. 15If the foot says, “I am not a part of the body because I am not a hand,” that does not make it any less a part of the body. 16And if the ear says, “I am not part of the body because I am not an eye,” would that make it any less a part of the body? 17If the whole body were an eye, how would you hear? Or if your whole body were an ear, how would you smell anything?

18But our bodies have many parts, and God has put each part just where he wants it. 19How strange a body would be if it had only one part! 20Yes, there are many parts, but only one body. 21The eye can never say to the hand, “I don’t need you.” The head can’t say to the feet, “I don’t need you.”

22In fact, some parts of the body that seem weakest and least important are actually the most necessary. 23And the parts we regard as less honorable are those we clothe with the greatest care. So we carefully protect those parts that should not be seen, 24while the more honorable parts do not require this special care. So God has put the body together such that extra honor and care are given to those parts that have less dignity. 25This makes for harmony among the members, so that all the members care for each other. 26If one part suffers, all the parts suffer with it, and if one part is honored, all the parts are glad.

Those in deep waters
Have thought.

Those in the shallows
Get caught.

He Po(ker) is a joker.
This card game is a waste.
How, I pray, can we all play
When we can't CUT and PASTE?

It's difficult to understand
Hard pressed on every side
The wicked have "the upper hand"
In arrogance and pride.

In this world It's "understood"
The devil makes it "his"
Right is wrong. Evil good.
That's just the way it is...

[Chorus]
But WE are just sojourners here
Among the throng, alone.
Things are not as they appear
God's still on the Throne!
I won't give in to doubt and fear
I will make Heaven home.

Yes, the wicked seem to win
And practice every Vice
Daily we die to self and sin
And give ourselves to Christ.

The wicked spread themselves about
Like a large Bay Tree
Against the Lord they Scream & Shout
And live their lives "Carefree".

[Chorus]

"Look at what you're missing, friend!"
They chortle & they cry,
"And there is NOTHING in the end!"

This won't make me even sigh!

YES! Look at what I'm missing, here!
All the wealth and perks!
All the things that you hold dear...
The yachts, mansions, the works!

Look what I'm missing! I'll admit
You will find it odd...
I miss the Lake of Fire! The PIT!!
Eternal enmity with GOD.

[Chorus]

Catherine Jarvis
11/10/2020

The Rich Man and Lazarus

19 “There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. 20 At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores21 and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.

22 “The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried. 23 In Hades, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. 24 So he called to him, ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire."

25 “But Abraham replied, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. 26 And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been set in place, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.’

27 “He answered, ‘Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my family, 28 for I have five brothers. Let him go to them so that they will not also come to this place of torment.’

29 “Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets, let them listen to them.’

30 “‘No, father Abraham," he said, ‘but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’

31 “He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’”

Luke 16:19-31

Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity.

2For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.

ב

3Trust in the LORD, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.

4Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.

ג

5Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass.

6And he shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light, and thy judgment as the noonday.

ד

7Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.

ה

8Cease from anger, and forsake wrath: fret not thyself in any wise to do evil.

9For evildoers shall be cut off: but those that wait upon the LORD, they shall inherit the earth.

ו

10For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and it shall not be.

11But the meek shall inherit the earth; and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.

ז

12The wicked plotteth against the just, and gnasheth upon him with his teeth.

13The Lord shall laugh at him: for he seeth that his day is coming.

ח

14The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, and to slay such as be of upright conversation.

15Their sword shall enter into their own heart, and their bows shall be broken.

ט

16A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.

17For the arms of the wicked shall be broken: but the LORD upholdeth the righteous.

י

18The LORD knoweth the days of the upright: and their inheritance shall be for ever.

19They shall not be ashamed in the evil time: and in the days of famine they shall be satisfied.

כ

20But the wicked shall perish, and the enemies of the LORD shall be as the fat of lambs: they shall consume; into smoke shall they consume away.

ל

21The wicked borroweth, and payeth not again: but the righteous sheweth mercy, and giveth.

22For such as be blessed of him shall inherit the earth; and they that be cursed of him shall be cut off.

מ

23The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.

24Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.

נ

25I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.

26He is ever merciful, and lendeth; and his seed is blessed.

ס

27Depart from evil, and do good; and dwell for evermore.

28For the LORD loveth judgment, and forsaketh not his saints; they are preserved for ever: but the seed of the wicked shall be cut off.

29The righteous shall inherit the land, and dwell therein for ever.

פ

30The mouth of the righteous speaketh wisdom, and his tongue talketh of judgment.

31The law of his God is in his heart; none of his steps shall slide.

צ

32The wicked watcheth the righteous, and seeketh to slay him.

33The LORD will not leave him in his hand, nor condemn him when he is judged.

ק

34Wait on the LORD, and keep his way, and he shall exalt thee to inherit the land: when the wicked are cut off, thou shalt see it.

ר

35I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree.

36Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not: yea, I sought him, but he could not be found

Psalm 37

Look at the dancing dragon
He puts on quite a show
He lifts up high into the air
As the wind begins to blow.
A wind of change is whipping
Round & round it goes
As it becomes a hurricane
Or an EF5 tor-na-do.

China's at the wall, my friend.
To scale like a flood
Question why their banners fly
Red as flowing blood.
Red, with pretty little stars
A fallen angel brood
They will come a-marchin'
We'll be DONE for GOOD.

Ever wonder why, ye fools
They buy up to the south?
You don't hear THAT on the news
But it is TRUE, by oath!
The dragon's near. Yep. It's HERE.
WE ARE IN IT'S MOUTH.

They don't NEED to buy US.
Think not? You'll find you're WRONG.
They have surely purchased us
And did so for a song.
They don't NEED to fight a war...
It already could be WON.
The Chinese have not marched without
They've conquered from WITHIN.

What will happen to U.S.
Only God can tell.
But the Red Chinese are waiting...

AT THE GATES OF HELL.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
11/8/2020

My armor is fitted
My muscles like wire
My hair's in the wind
My sword is on fire!

My spirit is willing
Through You I'm not weak
The fight for Your honor
Is all that I seek!

[Chorus]
I'll fight for You
I'll fight for the lost!
I'll fight for You
No matter the cost!

I'll fight for You
I will be brave!
Be strong & courageous
Unto the GRAVE.

I march to the Shofar
How I love the sound!
My bridal dress sparkling  
My boots on the ground...

I march toward the goal
I don't have far to go
With Your mighty power
We defeat our foe!!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
We defeat our foe
Right inside his lair
With Your mighty power

The Prince of the Air!

Catherine Jarvis
November 2, 2020

“For where your treasure is,
there will your heart be also.
Matthew 6:21 KJV

Here we dig, in our diamond mines
Treasures! Wealth! Riches to find!
Looking for something
To please our minds.
They seems so elusive as
The years unwind...
Wouldn't it be wonderful!
The gemstones shine!
But we fight for rocks.
Like all MANKIND.

Mammoth heaps of mammon!
The Midas touch!
We look for rubies, gold & such.
Pirates, filled with greed!
Filthy lucre ain't much
When you sell your soul
And check your WATCH...

Time ticks by.
What have you done?
You're getting old
And under the gun
You gave your all...
And your children run.
Wild as beasts
They have their fun
Doing drugs & drinking.
Now your heart breaks, RUN.

You look back
Through a different lens
Wish you could hit delete
And do it again...
But it don't work
Like that, my friend.

You went to church
& you were bored
Your riches in your
Pocket stored
Righteous people
You abhorred
You loved not them
Much less the Lord.

Now before Him
On your face
You've been undone
You don't have GRACE!
You made it big
In the rat race...

But all your life
Was just a WASTE.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
November 3, 2020

A chaste & lovely maiden
Loved a roughhewn sort of man
It was a strange attraction
The folk could never understand
But she lived in a great tower
In a foreign land.

The lad traversed the valleys
The tangled briars low
Great and craggy mountains
Replete with ice and snow
He knew that he must find her
But did not know where to go.

He questioned people far & wide
Of how to find the lass
Finally an old woman
Told him true at last
But guardians of gargoyles
Would let no one pass!

They would ask a riddle
That he would have to tell
What was found in plenty
At the bottom of a well
If he couldn't answer
They'd take him straight to hell!

The rough young man, he pondered
Yes, he was perplexed
He had no ready answer
Didn't know what to do next
He did not know the answer
And he was so sore vexed!

But a gentle voice he told him
Just like a tender kiss
What resides within a well
Is always a great wish.

So the lad, he faced his foe
So bold in his youth
His answer confounded them
Because it was the TRUTH.

He found the modest maiden
Straight away they wed
They had been kept apart
But had higher love instead!

The moral of this fable
Is the greatest wish in you
Should NOT BE GIVEN UP ON...

... FOR THEY MAY COME TRUE.

Catherine Jarvis
October 23, 2020

There's a lovely garden
A precious golden road
Where you can loosen burdens
You can lay aside your load.

There are blooming cherry trees
Mountains violet blue
Pure white picket garden gate
Flowers every hue.

It is just like Eden
As far as eyes can see
But it's NOT our current world
Not reality
There was another garden
Called Gethsemane.

There were gnarled olive trees
And stones along the road
Where the Lord cried out to God
And shed His precious blood.

Then there is a spirit place
Where there is decision
Take a strait and narrow path
Or a broad road to extinction.

If you choose the latter
You'll regret it to your core
But if you choose the former
Heaven is in store
That gate's our Lord, the very Christ,
With whom you've made war
That gate is the Gospel
Which you have heard before...

Pass through the gate of Jesus
For life forevermore!

Catherine Jarvis
October 20, 2020

A heart resplendent
With hands raised
A heart that's joyfully
Singing praise!

A heart that's burdened
By all the pain
Yet still knows Jehovah reigns.

The first is happy, then will sigh.
The sorrowful will reach
And touch the sky!
Both will know that by & by
That in the end all in graves lie.

Those in sorrow
Need hands raised!
They've knelt in prayer
Now need to praise!

Those who are happy
In their way
Should bow a knee...
Begin to pray.

Life ain't easy. It ain't fair.
We all need...

An attitude of prayer.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
10/9/2020

The wind sighs through
the gnarled boughs
of trees with golden leaves

Though you cannot see it
it's because the eye deceives.

The leaves fall into water
a river wild and free

The gurgling torrent takes them
From the forest to the sea.

Though you cannot see the breeze
it is there nonetheless

It is like faith the leaves are stirred
by our God's caress.

It is by faith the offering falls
into the roaring waves

It is by faith the tree lets go
of gold into the grave.

To the sea go sailing ships
so beautiful & bold!

To the sea go golden boats
their cargo is the soul.

Some, they do not make it.
They crash along the shore.

But many sail and do not fail

To life forevermore.

Catherine Jarvis
aka SoulSurvivor

One voice is red & deafening
One voice is black on blue.
One voice is silent reckoning
One voice is snarling news.
One voice is from the radio
One voice is never true
One voice is just canned laughter
One voice is from the pews
One voice is a ventriloquist
One voice is me & you.

Together they're an angry mob
Together they talk back
Together they're a force to rob
Together they attack...

Together they're a living sob
Together BLUE on BLACK.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
9/19/2020

We live in a velvet world
Soft. With comfort. Free.
We've seen only kindness here
Love and liberty
Each person here lives without fear
In health and dignity
There are those less fortunate
Who lived in war's debris
They weep and cry... they may die
Why can't we all see?

(chorus)
They are children bound in prison
Captives from their birth
Bound in chains, there lives restrained
By poverty's black curse
They are poor, and they need more!
They also have worth!
Can't you see? They must be FREE

THE CHILDREN OF THE EARTH

There are those out begging
Those who have no food
Those who have not medicine
Long ago approved
Those who drink of water
From muddy lakes & streams
Also used as toilets
Can you not hear their screams?

(chorus)

I don't want to hurt you
Or put you in shame
You're not the ones who did this
Not personally to blame
Just remember that you have the power
To END this wretched game
All children should play in peace

ALL CHILDREN ARE THE SAME!

Imagine there's a world
Where kids can laugh & play
In the warm, soft meadows
With flowers bright & gay
I will fight for their rights

I LIVE TO SEE THAT DAY

We ALL have RIGHTS AND DIGNITY
Fundamental WORTH!
We'll find a way
To help TODAY

THE CHILDREN OF THE EARTH.


SoulSurvivor
3/25/2017

There's a place we all could go
Be captives there for hours
A place that in perception shows
Us giant moths & flowers...

We'd smell the finest perfume
From Mary's flowing locks
For Jesus's  anointing
From her alabaster box...

We'd hear the singing of the buds
About to burst in bloom
Feel the wind that listeth
Into our tiny rooms...

For here we are in prison.
Here we are in chains.
But Christ has arisen!
His blood flows through our veins!
So no matter what is done to us
This fact still remains
We perceive the sound of heaven
THE MUSIC OF YOUR NAME...

JESUS!!
Your voice is deafening
JESUS!!
But it's still.
JESUS!!
Touch my heart of hearts
With Your mighty will!

JESUS!!
Lord of lords
JESUS!!
Great I AM
JESUS
You show Your awesome power

THE ROARING OF THE LAMB!

Flowers of the soul are kind
They are our greatest treasure.
They bring about
such peace of mind
Beatitude and pleasure.
In love you will surely find
Beauty beyond measure!

The light through
stained glass windows
Makes love that's unalloyed.
The heart soaks up the colors.
Somehow they fill a void.

There's vibrancy of spirit.
There's unity to share.
There's peaceful loving pardon
There's music in the air!
You can find rest from worries
There is no doubt or fear.
Only sweet redemption
Yes! All those things are here!

If your being has a yearning
For joys which can't be told
Come and smell the blossoms

The flowers of the SOUL.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
9/11/2020

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Put Satan in his place
or he'll find a place
IN YOU.

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SoulSurvivor
[12W]

In colored glass the prisons
In windows on the wall
Saints look uo to heaven
Jesus looks so tall
Piercing eyes look into hearts
Convicting, calling... all.
Weeping through the window
Shifting up the wall
The sun approaches painted hills
Sun setting leaves a pall.

All the congregation
Modern in the light
They follow "the Savior"
Thinking they're "upright"

Position, proposition,
Privilege in their pores
Matriarchs & patriarchs
Always wanting more.

The Saviour dies a pauper
Assigned to pour red gusts
Put in a rich man's private tomb
To turn to maroon dust

Now, O, hail the Pastor!
His preaching & his price!
He gathers up the windblown tithes
To practice every vice....
He's the one they come to
To give His Glorious advice?

The Mesusa in Their membranes
Giving Themselves airs
They turn us all to colored glass
Snakes writhe in Their hair
But batten down the Bible
WE AREN'T THAT UNAWARE.

The Saints look up so pious
Jesus scans the pews
He sees ALL the "Pastors"
He sees me & you
He's looks down so sadly

As the light weeps through.

SoulSurvivor

we're all heros
      groveling in the dirt

   for masterpieces of

          barbed wire
wrought
                           lead and red glass
             comin' out

                     lookin' like a rose

          black & blue BEAUTIFUL.

^¡^

Color me be a cymbal
Let me be a gong
Color me Coyote brown
Let me limp along
Color up my faltering voice
Let it come out wrong
Color me a blackbird
A deep & moody song.

Color me a minstrel
Let me be a knave
Color me a sinner
Who is yet unsaved
Color me a'weeping
Let tears come in waves
Color me a raven
Perched above a grave.

Color me a cloudy day
Color me the rain
Color me a carousel
That ol' circle game
Let me be a priest of straw
Let me see bloodstains
On songwritten pages
On my Christian name.

Color me a kite in flight!
Color up the strings!
Color me an angel
A rusty golden thing!
Color me a blackbird
Cuz, man, those birds can SING!!
Yes, even a blackbird has
Red & yellow on its wings...

^¡^

by Catherine Jarvis
Dedicated to Joni Mitchell.

<@ <@ <@

whispering shells
announce God's presence
more clearly than
any trumpet

[10W]
Catherine Jarvis

the wind.through
a weathered stone
cries then whispers

alone.

[10W]
Catherine Jarvis

blue grey clouds
of crushed
velvet

sunlight
tears
the
seams

[10W]
Catherine Jarvis

tiny Bird
perches restless
on the
highest branch

flits away

[10W]
Catherine Jarvis

Beyond the glaze of headlights
On rain-slick onyx streets
Beyond skyscraper canyons
Where auburn smog's discrete
As it blends with the raindrops
The dirt & clouds there meet
Beyond the filthy City
There is a place so sweet.

Beyond rose scented Gardens
Filled with honey'd dew
Beyond the Cypress Colonnades
Where the Italians woo
Beyond the sugar beachpaths
Where the Sawgrass grew
look up where the Moon is
You will know it's true.

Beyond the small town quaintness
Mornings in the Sun
Where people still get to know you
You can greet everyone
Beyond delicious Bakery smells
Of bread and hot cross buns

Beyond the crime filled crucible
Where it's understood
You only live to 25
IF your luck is good
Beyond the rat **** jungle
Where evil is afoot
Beyond the teeming tenements
The place that's called The 'Hood

Beyond the farms and wheatfields
The ranches to the West
Beyond the Red Rock gullies
Where are you can, your soul, divest
Beyond the Eagles Echo cries
Beyond the doves white breast
There is a place for you to go
As time will attest

A place above the billows
Above the speckled sky
Shivering with sequins
A place so very high
Where space and time lose meaning
And matter is a sigh
Won't you travel with me?
Must you always question why?
A place where you are lost & found
Beyond the nebulae

Here on Earth we stumble
This weighted world to plod
It seems we've leaden sandals
As we go roughshod
We look to our leaders
And others to applaud
I find it very humorous
Yes, so very odd
That we should look up always

At everything but God.

Catherine Jarvis
7/8/2020

https://www.facebook.com/100004866559141/posts/1473874339451437/

FOOLS RUSH IN

Angels will not Tread
Where the fool puts her feet
She holds so so close
To every man she meets
Things seem so right
Beneath the linen sheets
But in the end
There is only defeat.

How can she know
The right man for her
When her whole love life
Is just what occurs
Her heart has a wall
She always defers
A love that will last
It's all a black blur.

Will she be a Maiden
All dressed in white?
Will she throw in the towel
Or fight the good fight?
Will he stay for an hour
Or stay all the night?
Will he take her to breakfast
Enjoy butterscotch light?

Will he woo her and win her?
Will they be friends?
Will he beat her or greet her?
Will he hurt her again?
Will he fight for her honor
And stay to the end?

She looks through her window
The horizon there lies
She sees the clouds open
A golden sunrise
Then she knows of the One
He has no guise
He is gentle and loving
Merciful. Wise.

So she goes toward him wondering
How she got star cossed
She opens her heart
And she counts the cost
He takes her with him
He says, "You were lost
But now you are with Me
Now you are blessed!"

She put on her white dress
And her sandals of peace
She carries her sword
Loves the greatest... and least
She sees the Son rise
There in the east

Then she knows Love
As He cups her face
She weeps for Joy

For at last she knows grace.

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 7/4/2020

I was lost upon the sea
Floundering in the waves
No one there to rescue me
Filthy and depraved
So deaf and blind I could not see
The black heart of a knave
Bowed under iniquity
I was, to it, a slave
Waves splashed over on the lea
To port only the grave.

There's only blackness in the sky
No moon. No clouds. No stars.
Like the pupil of an eye
A firmerment of tar
The water's where the dead fish lie
To horizons far
You hold your head & cry
Then a figure walks to mar
I squinted to see, tried
His hands & feet are scarred.

I was not sure that I perceived
The silhouette out there
To drowning men a straw received
Seems a saving hand so fair!
Though my boat was clogged with weeds
I found a paddle I could bare
I moved my boat, it weaved
Toward the man I stared!

There he was, an apparition
Brighter than the sun
I paddled on as on a mission
Dank air filled my lungs
But my disease was in remission
My journey had begun
He spoke to me. I HAD TO LISTEN VICTORY TO BE WON

And so I walked upon the water
You may find this odd
I heard The Words. I am His daughter

And HE'S ALMIGHTY GOD.

Catherine Jarvis
(C) 6/27/2020

Look out folks
Here come da judge
10 feet tall 'n' has a grudge
He won't waffle
He don't fudge
Bangs his gavel
Like a sledge
He'll look at you
Like you are sludge

He don't hesitate
He don't play
You won't even have a say
You don't walk the
Christian way?
He'll put you in
His jail today!

He's not funny
He is mean!
He will judge you
Sight unseen
He'll just hear
Your cheese is green
And he will
Look down
With a lean.

He makes decisions
Bangs his gavel
Makes judgments with
His Christian babble
He will say that
You can't travel
If you transgress
Your unraveled
He thinks poor folks are
The rabble.

Yep. He's a "Christian"
And judgmental
But he's just angry
'Coz he's mental

Yep. He's mental
It is true.
So don't let him
Make you blue
His only tongue
Is in his shoe

The opinion that matters
Is God and YOU.


Catherine Jarvis
(C) June 2020

Time is like a fragile wing
The Cadence which canaries sing.

Time is like a steel door
Once it's closed it cracks no more.

Time is like a wooden screen
Through its lattice love is seen.

Time is like a rotting wind
Its stench will catch
Your breath and rend.

Time is like the Posey Fair
It scent will catch Black Death air.

Time's the root. It is the tree
Time is still a mystery
For we've Rewritten history.

From its boughs we see the Hills
In its bowels we're dead & still.

Time's like an infant's crowning head
Then like a game. A child's dread
In full flower we are wed
We have the happy child instead
In our season we are dead.

So hold time like a fragile lace
Water in a Dresden vase.
Cup it like a Lover's face
Watch it dance with ballet grace.
It's there... then gone without a trace.

The clock is backward, sweeping right
It starts it's journey in the night
It won't give up without a fight
The hands are sweeping
Small and slight
It will end within the light...

It moves now with blinding speed
Through this poverty and need
Where the few are rich by greed
They are then more ****** indeed
As they plant their golden seed
It crops up a vile ****.

In the west the rising.sun
And with this the day"s begun
On its axis Earth is spun
In the east the day is done
Then noontime comes,
It's course is run

The time now is 12:01...

Sometimes I am water
Sometimes I am ice
Sometimes I'm a vapor
Condensation on your face.

Sometimes I've the air truth
Sometimes I'm a liar
Sometimes I am of the earth
Sometimes of the fire

I am always fickle
An untruthful fact
I am a deluge trickle
I have a gauche man's tact

I have hideous beauty
You'll have no argument
To abandon me's a duty
I'm hell's firmament

You will always love me
A simply complex game
Becoming bound you will be free

Lucifer's my name.

A FRIEND THE HEART FINDS

A friend who is from
The far-away climes
A friend  who is with you
In troubling times
A friend who's behind you
No matter the cost
A friend the heart finds
Can never be lost!

Happy Birthday, Lora Lee!! <3

THE RAIN IS SO DARK

The time of dad's passing
I've been restrained
All the day long
I've looked at the rain.

There isn't a smouldering
Hint of a spark
I can't see for nothin'
The rain is so dark.

The stormclouds are following
One on another
They tred on the heels
They're so close together.

The date of a death
Is when pain was born
There seem to be many
One endless storm.

The first major hurricane
2020 has seen
Was the health & work crisis
Of COVID-19

Then the stress on good friendships
Because of the news
People fussing & fighting
For differing views.

THEN Minneapolis
Had a white killer cop
And others stood by
As a black man's heart stopped!

Now, these are DEATHS!
We HAVE to RECEIVE!
Deaths of our innocence
We no longer believe
In man's basic goodness
No way it's retrieved
We must accept now
And we have to GRIEVE.

My father survived WWII
Lived 93 years in this mortal stew.
But now he's left... years ago? TWO.

When I was a child
Oh, SO long ago
I used to LOVE thunderstorms...

... what did I know?

R.I.P. Clinton Eugene Jarvis

Cathy Jarvis
(C) 5/30/2020

Stores cleared out
Shelves are barren
If you cough
There's people staring

People staying all alone
Because they're hiding
In their homes

The news is stuck
It don't inspire us
All they speak?
Coronavirus!

Yes. It's BAD.
A viral lout
If they're at risk
Folks can't go out!

This is what
I need to say
Don't worry about it!
Kneel & pray!

We're going to know
We're going to see
Trouble economically.

Is this IT!?
It could be, friend.
The straight beginning
Of the end

But there's one thing
That is clear
We cannot be ruled by fear!!

The best thing anyone can do
Is find the Lord....

...let It be YOU!

Perfect oval face
Of subtle olive hue
Hands folded 'neath her cleavage
Amply embued
Why she's sweetly smiling
Nobody has a clue...

She sits out in the open
Under a sun so bright
With Italian architecture
Within the viewers sight
What does Mona Lisa do
Undercover of the night

That smile so enigmatic
Was she humming soft & low?
Eyes looking at us levely
A woman head to toe...
Or was "she" a MAN?
Sly Le-an-ar-do!
Now it's still a secret
Only God could know.

Only a brilliant consciousness
Could paint such a piece!
Yes! Only De Vince
With such subtleness!
The finest of all artists
He painted with finesse

The lovely curve of body
The beautiful brown tresses
That enigmatic smile

One can only guess....


Catherine Jarvis
01/30/2020

Let my music rise
Fragrance to Your heart
Let the notes take shape
As wondrous worship art
Let my voice have colors
Every lovely hue
Let it be a tapestry
I dedicate to You.

Oh, Amen, mighty Yahweh!
Oh, yes, let it be!
Yeshuah, Holy Spirit!
Let my voice be free!
YES! I'll sing YOU PRAISE...

FOR YOU SING OVER ME!

People think I'm foolish
Singing all the time,
But I don't care at ALL! You see
Singin's not a crime!
People think I'm crazy
For singin' to myself
But I'm singin' to the Great I AM!
This I just can't help!

[Chorus].

The cake burned in the oven
The fridge broke down as well
The plumbing broke
& soaked the floor
This was the day from hell.

So much for cake & ice cream
So much for mopping up
I'm telling you, I have the flu
This day has been a flop!

Not gonna call a plumber
You know how $$$ goes
This happened on a Sunday
That's spendy doncha know!

I've HAIR that hurts, my buddy
I've such and aching head!
Is it a sin to just turn in?

I'll spend the day in bed!.

Catherine Jarvis
1/23/2020

Surfeit with darkness
Clouds are sponges
Soaking up the
Night

[10W]
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 1/17/2020

A baby's face, in bows & lace
The blush of widened eye
The muzzle of a unicorn
The rainbows in a sigh.
The shining pearl within a conch
The place where virgins lie.

The bubbles blown by teenagers
The hearts on sleeves of same
The subtle hue of lipstick
With which they spell your name
Shirley's locks & lollipops
To them love's all a game!

Fluff & play! Valentine's Day!
Roses in her cheeks
The colour of amoré
If she lets you take a peek!

Chocolate covered cherries
In a golden foil box
The colour of a diary
Closed & sealed with locks.
The colour of a fantasy
Gold & pearl clocks.

What a warmth this hue elicits!
More charming than you'd think
Innocent... explicit

The exquisite color... PINK!