thisdenouement - Hello Poetry

I want to be where you are, For you have a peculiar way of feeling so distant from me. I am longing for another moment of triumphant belonging. One that comes like a spurt of overflowing rapture Within my weary heart. I am released From being drowned in deep waters And suddenly, musical sounds break the muted, Submerged silence That for so long flooded my ears. I see your face somewhere In the glimmering iridescent halo of the sun. My iniquities trickle from my eyelashes And stream my cheeks. They pool at my collarbones and rush down my arms Once my chest heaves at the chance to breathe in More of you. Then off the tips of my fingers they fall; forgettable, insignificant. Beached on the shores of my loneliness, You meet me. Seeing my shackles, a slave to sin, I am exposed In my unworthiness and tarnished in self-deceit. But you loosen my chains, binding only My broken heart. The iron turns to sand and I can feel it Slipping and singing laments into the wind. Right there is where the temple of self-righteousness Crumbles. In a heap of ruins lay my complacency and conceit. You’ve been waiting to clothe me in the white Of your salvation, and you wrap me In a violet righteousness woven distinctly for me. In the place of my shame, you fill that pit in my stomach With a double portion of everlasting joy. Beneath our feet The earth brings forth sprouts of brilliant green. Unimaginable colors spring up joyfully Into a fruitful garden of immense splendor. Individual flowers bloom for each prayer Sown by your angels over my soul. The moment is like a rare jewel or precious stone. I want to collect it and hold it delicately in my hands. I want to wear it on my fingers and wrists For the chance to adorn others With the sparkling gold and silver of your abundant grace. Where there are jubilant fields lined with thick forestry, I see emerald gems lodged half-revealed in the rock. I see how the veins in my arms match the patterns Of rivers carving through the land. I notice the rhythm of my breathing And the peaceful rise and fall of a gentle shoreline. If I could see that the blue in the sky, Green in the fields, Gold in the sun, And brown of the rich earth Rests in the flecks of my eyes, Perhaps I would realize that you have made me To always be where you are. h.v.

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Mar 16, 2017

Mar 16, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC

thisdenouement

kavod yhwh

I want to be where you are, For you have a peculiar way of feeling so distant from me. I am longing for another moment of triumphant belonging. One that comes like a spurt of overflowing rapture Within my weary heart. I am released From being drowned in deep waters And suddenly, musical sounds break the muted, Submerged silence That for so long flooded my ears. I see your face somewhere In the glimmering iridescent halo of the sun. My iniquities trickle from my eyelashes And stream my cheeks. They pool at my collarbones and rush down my arms Once my chest heaves at the chance to breathe in More of you. Then off the tips of my fingers they fall; forgettable, insignificant. Beached on the shores of my loneliness, You meet me. Seeing my shackles, a slave to sin, I am exposed In my unworthiness and tarnished in self-deceit. But you loosen my chains, binding only My broken heart. The iron turns to sand and I can feel it Slipping and singing laments into the wind. Right there is where the temple of self-righteousness Crumbles. In a heap of ruins lay my complacency and conceit. You’ve been waiting to clothe me in the white Of your salvation, and you wrap me In a violet righteousness woven distinctly for me. In the place of my shame, you fill that pit in my stomach With a double portion of everlasting joy. Beneath our feet The earth brings forth sprouts of brilliant green. Unimaginable colors spring up joyfully Into a fruitful garden of immense splendor. Individual flowers bloom for each prayer Sown by your angels over my soul. The moment is like a rare jewel or precious stone. I want to collect it and hold it delicately in my hands. I want to wear it on my fingers and wrists For the chance to adorn others With the sparkling gold and silver of your abundant grace. Where there are jubilant fields lined with thick forestry, I see emerald gems lodged half-revealed in the rock. I see how the veins in my arms match the patterns Of rivers carving through the land. I notice the rhythm of my breathing And the peaceful rise and fall of a gentle shoreline. If I could see that the blue in the sky, Green in the fields, Gold in the sun, And brown of the rich earth Rests in the flecks of my eyes, Perhaps I would realize that you have made me To always be where you are. h.v.

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cold. blurry blinking blue back in light glistening iridescent white crested waves crashing to a tide pulled under quiet— below the surface swimming soft sway current sweeping shells fishes bubble breathing drifting. mountainous shores sandy shallows washed in crystal casper and silk sails in the sky soft laughter. joy-filled jubilation splashing smile simply bubbling beckoning back to be beneath the sea.

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC

thisdenouement

september sixteenth sixteen

cold. blurry blinking blue back in light glistening iridescent white crested waves crashing to a tide pulled under quiet— below the surface swimming soft sway current sweeping shells fishes bubble breathing drifting. mountainous shores sandy shallows washed in crystal casper and silk sails in the sky soft laughter. joy-filled jubilation splashing smile simply bubbling beckoning back to be beneath the sea.

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if i could tell you now, the places i’ve been would your eyes seek to look outside of your skin? and if i told you how much you would learn in a year would you be too busy to lend me your ear? if i told you about how you look from the sky would you believe that you’re beautiful to more than one guy? if i said that your heart was wrought with deceit would your idea of love still feel complete? if i spoke of the sadness you feel would you still choose to skip that meal? and if you knew that the darkness was the place that you dwell would you find shelter from the sea at Bethel? when you questioned the motives in spite of the plan did you realize how far from home you ran? and if you knew back then what i know today would you convince your soul to stay? but if i told you back then about the way you’d be saved would you still choose to live life enslaved? and if i explained the Truth you would know would you shine a light as a your gift to bestow? if my words were worthwhile i would proclaim the child you are and call you by name to fill you with hope and joy from within but would you choose to lift up your chin? if i thought to put these words into a rhyme i would go all the way back to that time and if i had enough courage for all of these words would they ring in your ears like morning songbirds? h.v.

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Sep 14, 2016

Sep 14, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC

thisdenouement

if my words were worthwhile

if i could tell you now, the places i’ve been would your eyes seek to look outside of your skin? and if i told you how much you would learn in a year would you be too busy to lend me your ear? if i told you about how you look from the sky would you believe that you’re beautiful to more than one guy? if i said that your heart was wrought with deceit would your idea of love still feel complete? if i spoke of the sadness you feel would you still choose to skip that meal? and if you knew that the darkness was the place that you dwell would you find shelter from the sea at Bethel? when you questioned the motives in spite of the plan did you realize how far from home you ran? and if you knew back then what i know today would you convince your soul to stay? but if i told you back then about the way you’d be saved would you still choose to live life enslaved? and if i explained the Truth you would know would you shine a light as a your gift to bestow? if my words were worthwhile i would proclaim the child you are and call you by name to fill you with hope and joy from within but would you choose to lift up your chin? if i thought to put these words into a rhyme i would go all the way back to that time and if i had enough courage for all of these words would they ring in your ears like morning songbirds? h.v.

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