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Mountains,
Oceans,
Rivers,
Trees,

The magnificence of nature
Makes me fall to my knees.

Such breathtaking beauty
Brings me to overwhelming tears,

As it captures my heart,
Embraces my soul,
And strips me
Of my anxiety and fears.

Valleys,
Hilltops,
Wildflowers,
Streams,

Serene, soulful nature
Vividly alive in my dreams.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
  Aug 2017 SøułSurvivør
Born
Reading your poems makes me feel something




Some   love

Some    hate

Some    pain

Some   lust

Some    hope

Some regrets

Some fairy tales
                        
Reading your poems makes me see some

Some crushing stories stuck on repeat
Some words screaming for help
Some hate for take nology
Some mystic life stories
Some some some for Donald Trump


                       Some tears for peace
                         Some trust in God
SøułSurvivør Aug 2017
my
heart      
        is
a
scattered  
                 puzzle
     game

all              
       the
                   pieces
a
grey                
prison
                 wall

You
take                
              Your
tender    
                        brush
               and
paint
              each
     little
segment                
            bright
colors
I                  
can            
              only
see
after                
You've
                     turned
             them
over

You've
                  fitted
           them
together
with
such

LOVE!

no

ADORATION!

and
when
You're
done

                         fitting

me          

             together

I
see        
       my
heart
is
a

garden

of

YOUR

GLORY!



SøułSurvivør
(C) 8/19/2017
This poem came to me as I was reading tonight. I was thinking of puzzle pieces and how they are gray on the back. But God is always painting a picture of glory on the other side! And He's the only one who can fit the puzzle game together!

I am a slow reader, I realize. Thank you for being patient with me if I have not read a whole lot. I hate to skim poetry. It's like putting a piece of chocolate in your mouth and then spitting it out right away! I like to savor it! Thanks for understanding!

♡ Catherine
  Aug 2017 SøułSurvivør
Ella
Thankful,
every jot and tiddle
Beauty for ashes
contains.
Each burden gifted
Open arms receive.
Master,
tutor life's moments like rain.
Take no prisoners
released shame.
Forgiveness relief
no yoke deceive.
Everyday repeat refrain.
Daily,
freedom moments lifted.
Springs forth joy's sonnet.
A heart full rhyme
sings it's fiddle.
Gratitude,
orchestrates my one desire.
Each step depart
muck from mire.
So many boxes.
Of temporal treasures.
I pack them.
I wrap item after item.
To place in.
Box after box.
Of temporal treasures.
To be relocated.
To a new, temporal palace.
A smaller palace.
A humbler palace.
A palace where I will boldly confess...
"As for me and my house,
we will serve the Lord." (Joshua 24:15)

So many boxes.
Of temporal treasures.
Which cannot satisfy.
But leave the heart empty.
Box after brown box.
Small, medium, large.
To be relocated.
To a new, temporal palace.
A house for His glory.
For I am finished.
With setting my affections upon...
Box after box.
Of temporal treasures.
Which cannot satisfy.
But leave the heart empty.
I will seek my treasure in eternity.
In things above.
Which will never pass away.

So many boxes.
Of temporal treasures.
To be relocated.
To a new, temporal palace.
While awaiting me stands.
A mansion in glory.
"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys , and where thieves do not break in or steal; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."--Matt. 6:19-21, Holy Bible.
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