jonathan-noble
I am an open-minded freelance writer, blogger, sometimes poet and an elder-sitter. The two greatest treasures in my life are my two children ... without any doubt! And one day the invaluable treasure-blessing of soul-mate will complete my already good life, even as I complete hers, for which I am already thankful!
Love untold, so bold, not cold;
Dream desire of my soul.
Arms strong, I belong, nothing wrong;
Passionately crave the whole.
Eyes aflame, no blame, no shame;
Deep longing of my heart.
Nectars flow, not slow, from below;
To be fully fed, not in part.
Veil opening, divine parting, inviting
Desperate hunger to be filled.
Sweet scent, holy mint, lover's tent;
My crying spirit would be thrilled.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
Would you look for me if I were lost?
Travel the storm-waves, so tempest tossed?
Would you look for me if I wandered away?
Trek through the wasted lands night and day?
Would you leave your home for me to find?
Break into the prison to my tethers unbind?
Would you look in every sewer-swamped ghetto?
Arid fields where no **** crows, God only knows?
Would you look for me if you noticed me gone?
Pack a haversack to search from dawn to dawn?
Would you look for me if I strayed from the fold?
Not the ninety-nine, but the one you long to hold?
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
All these fragments of life,
My own piece fits no puzzle;
All these fragments of life,
My dreams the angels muzzle.
All these fragments of life,
I am fading now into shadow;
All these fragments of life,
And nothing more is hallow.
All these fragments of life,
No more thought, no opinion;
All these fragments of life,
Only moving toward oblivion.
All these fragments of life,
No more sound, only silence;
All these fragments of life,
No more sight or other sense.
All these fragments of life,
My shard of the cross fell;
All these fragments of life,
Along the nether sea I sail.
All these fragments of life,
Mine, none belong to me;
All these fragments of life,
Mine belonging not to any;
All these fragments of life,
Now I am a faded memory.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
Hope deferred makes sick, indeed, the human heart,
Always obscure no matter how hard we pray and play our part.
Sick, worried, bereft of dreams, aimlessly we wander
So long in the wastelands of despair, good we no longer ponder.
Dreams shadowy, nebulous, planted in the nether shallow
By other-worldly hands in the Garden of All Souls Hallow.
How do they take root and grow neath the ground of Mystery?
These hope-filled dreams, ever-growing so elusively?
How do we enter through the Gate of the Burning Unknown
To pull or pluck our hopes and dreams so vaguely sown?
Or should we wait outside the Gate, vagabonds in begging,
For the Gardner to give us such fruit without charging?
For what is our life without hopes and dreams, but vain?
Ah! But what is life without the Gardner himself to sustain?
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
I am the man who has seen affliction,
Neath the whip of God’s angry lash;
He bound me, drove me into seclusion,
Into the darkness beneath divine wrath.
He has walled me in, no more to be free ~
Heavy has he made my binding chain ~
So I cry to God from the pit with my plea,
But who am I to lift my voice to complain?
Like a bear in wait, or the lioness in hiding,
God turned me round to tear into my flesh,
Leaving my bones to lie in desolation abiding.
Is there any grace for restoration afresh?
Remember my pain! Consider my wandering!
And the jeering, sneering, wormwood and gall!
My soul will not forget, in shame ever bowing;
Yet hope, too, I have when this truth I recall:
That the steadfast love of the Lord never ends;
His mercies shine with every new dawning.
Even divine wrath the love of God transcends,
So till he redeems will I weep without ceasing.
For I called unto the Lord and, aye, he heard;
He heard from the depths of the pit my dying plea;
God came near to save me with His glorious Word,
Who looked like a shepherd, who said, “Be free.”
“For to free you I came, and free indeed you will be,
And do not fear, my child; I will always be near.”
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
But I, I Prayed
Though mouths of deceit and slander opened wide against me,
Returning love with words of hate to cut me so spitefully;
Joined together to make war upon Your child without reason,
Raining down torrents of terror on my goodness; turning treason.
But I, I Prayed.
So they would see me, turn away and whisper and shake their heads,
Never suspecting they’d return home to sleep in such cursed beds.
While no one may see God, God sees all, and the Lord heard my plea,
Merciful to the merciful, God strikes down the unjust in divine decree.
Because I, I Prayed.
Now nothing more to fear,
In arms so strong and dear;
Melody surrounds all around,
And I sleep safely in the sound.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
We turn away from the wink and handshake with nothing said,
Flee from the decrepit, starving man as if we had no bread,
Pretend we don’t notice the beautiful girl the monster has eyed;
So unsheathe the silver sword; once again, we pierce His side.
Merchant tyrants laugh and brag and swag at suave cocktail deals,
While babies die, bombs explode, whole families look for meals;
Churches with groomed pastors naively sing and never play their part;
So unsheathe the silver sword; once again, we pierce His heart.
Where are my children, my boy and girl; do I hear their silent cries?
Does the sound rise above the nooks, crooks and preachers of lies?
Or have they been deadened already, never the chance to start?
So should their father take the sword to again pierce His heart?
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
My only friend is darkness.
All through the day I call on You, the Everlasting;
I stretch my hands to heaven, weeping and fasting.
Imprisoned in the darkness in the deepest abyss,
No friendly soul, no sound to relieve my loneliness.
What have I done, my God, to incite your anger?
Whom have I hurt to place my soul in such danger?
Yet You have cast me down into the lowest grave;
Will You not now hear me, my very life to save?
Why do You cast me off and reject me, my Lord?
In terror You unsheathe Your double-edged sword.
Your wrath sweeps over me like the terrible flood
As I plead the mercy of Your beloved Son’s blood.
But my only friend is darkness.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
Afraid to love,
And love to hate;
We reach above,
And fall to fate.
Afraid to embrace,
We embrace the fear;
No hope to trace
For those so near.
Afraid to dream,
And dream so dark;
Not but the scream
Of truth so stark.
Afraid to walk,
We cower so still,
And never talk
In our hell so shrill.
Afraid to learn,
And learn to fear;
So do we burn
Our soul so dear.
And never we see
This should not be.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
One River of Life, twisting and turning and every flowing,
And never changing, despite the winds of change blowing;
Quickly here, slowly there, brackish some and also clear,
Translucent and wholesome yet sinister and most austere.
Some fight upstream in hopeless effort to reach the source,
Only to tire and weary, to be swept along the River’s course;
While other swim and play and leap, hopping and popping
In the ever flowing current with ne’er an idea of stopping.
Not all swim; they are just carried along, ever quite content,
But all reach the same end no matter how the trip was spent;
For there each is engulfed in the Ocean deeper than deeps,
Vast and endless and peaceful, where the sun never sleeps.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC