Woman in Tatters
Woman in Bloom
A woman who matters
A face on a tomb

She sits in a corner
Having painted the floor
Nowhere to go now
Can't run anymore

She stands on a hillside
Her guitar strumming colors
Her pick hits a chord
Harmonizing with others

She lies in her bedroom
Fists punching the air
Boxing at shadows
There ain't nothin' there

She marches the streets
Her face shines like the day
She links arms with Titans
And blows them AWAY.

Her face is slow cracking
She dances on doom
Woman in tatters

Woman in Bloom.


Catherine Jarvis  (c) 2019

There's a cord that has three strands
It is not made by human hands

It's made with Mercy, made with love
It's made by God who is above

It's made by nurture, made with care
It's made by two who are in prayer
It can't be seen, but it is there!

It's made with tears as well as smiles
It matters not the distant miles

Though parted by earth's time & space
There is a bond you can't replace

Yeshua Hamashiach gives
The third strand in which he lives

Not easily broken, for, you see
One strand is you, one strand is me

And it will last ETERNALLY.

The humming of a forest glade
The bumbling of bees,
The place you stop
To take your shade
Beneath the ancient trees

In the vapors of the seas
As they caress your face
In monkeys on a vine trapeze
In a gazelle's grace

There, then gone
Without a trace
God's in flakes of snow
Glistening like tiny lace
They collect in floes

God's in the meercat's
Funny show
In otters having fun
In their holes the
Snowhares go!
Lizards seek the sun

God is in...

The wildflowers won
By maidens in the field
He's in the soldiers
With their guns
Who make the foe to yield...

But God is NOT
The cause of war
As many claim to say.
He is NOT religious "score"
He wants us to PRAY.

That our leaders
THINK and STAY
Their armory to CEASE
He HATES those
Who in their way
Destroy our Planet's PEACE.

So let's give God
A break at least!
He loves us!
Have you heard?
He wishes LOVE
To flow... INCREASE!
Our ***** we must gird

God's in ALL CREATION.
Sublime to the absurd
He wants PEACE for Nations

IT SAYS SO IN HIS WORD.


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 3/30/2019

Angels come in many forms
They hold out their arms
They are there, and they care
They're like hardworking moms.

They can see & hear us
Yes, they can hear our call
They're a mighty force for good
Even though they're small!

They can be as spirits
Undetected & unseen
Or they can be as we are
They CAN be human beings!

So you'd best be kind to folks
You'd best have a care!
Entertaining angels
CAN happen unawares!

That's why I'm very careful
In what I say & do
I want to BLESS my angel...

Who HAPPENS to be YOU!!


Cathy Jarvis
3/29/2019

Etched under my skin
Flame roses blister

The scars on the
Palms of my hands
Bleed stigmata thorns

My eyes freeze to crystal
The tears 'round my throat
Are fashioned in
Black lace obsidian

My lips, the color of
Amber and fire
Are vows never broken

I perceive with the
Ears of prophets
And the vision of
Angels falling

I speak with the tongues
Of solar flares

The light finds me
Pierced with many sorrows
While in darkness
I'm stanchioned at
The fork in the path
Within the garden
Of Good & Evil

My moons are scarlet
My stars are cold
My suns are silver

And
Beaten

GOLD


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2015
Revised 2018

Deep within this flute of bone
Within this drum of skin
There's a war that's rising up
A battle will begin.

A war which has no victims
A fight no one can lose
It is the conflict of the heart
The heart of the abused.

A warhorse in armor
A champion in chains
We have fallen VERY low
Blood coursing
Down our manes.

The stain upon the spoils
A crying crimson curse
To those who have abused us
The subjects of our verse.

We put pen to paper
With our dark puce ink
We aim our silver bullet
And make our reader THINK.

With tempered steel
swords we wield
The plunder of our youth
We, as valiant knights of old
Slay dragons with
The TRUTH!

How innocence was
brought to naught
Our soul a waxy taper
Guttering upon its sconce
Our hearts becoming vapor.

But the One who
fights the BEST
Has given me a lance
And so I fight...
so i write
He's given me a chance!

Strength, the very
atmosphere!
Courage as the air!
A living hell
becomes a well
Its ink is my despair...

O come! You demons
of the drought!
You minions of the mind!
You will try...
but you will DIE!
Your fate will be unkind!

I said there was no victor?
I'm telling truth, you see.
No one is truly vanquished...

The enemy was ME.

Cathy Jarvis
November 10, 2018
Revised March 21, 2019