In a crucible we're placed
As gold with dross to spare
Placed upon a fervent flame
We are all heated there.

Through this hard and
Hellish trial
We melt down as the ore
Releasing our impurities
Our faults come to the fore.

All the greed and avarice
All coveting and lust
Hate and anger bubble up
All envy & mistrust.

Jealousy. All vanities.
Malice & disdain
We scream & shout
And writhe about
Grumble & complain.

God takes his refiner's scoop
Removes the crust and then
Leaves us on the furnace fire
And heats us up again!

As we release the
Dirt and grout
There is a peace that's found
We find our comforter in Him
And we quiet down.

Still we have the impure thought
We are not worry free
We have a sort of "holy" pride
Religiosity.

Finally, this scraped away
There's NOTHING left. No trace
God looks into the shining gold
And sees His very face!

How glorious, the finished gold!
How beautiful the ore!
It's set in wondrous majesty

To shine forevermore!


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
Catherine Jarvis 2019

.
I'm going through some very difficult trials. Rather than complain I'm writing about them. We all have something in our lives to heat us up, so to speak. We can get bitter, or we can get better. I choose the latter. My faith really helps. It is my hope that you will find this Faith is as well. Thanks for reading! ♡♡♡

In a crucible we're placed
As gold with dross to spare
Placed upon a fervent flame
We are all heated there.

Through this hard and
Hellish trial
We melt down as the ore
Releasing our impurities
Our faults come to the fore.

All the greed and avarice
All coveting and lust
Hate and anger bubble up
All envy & mistrust.

Jealousy. All vanities.
Malice & disdain
We scream & shout
And writhe about
Grumble & complain.

God takes his refiner's scoop
Removes the crust and then
Leaves us on the furnace fire
And heats us up again!

As we release the
Dirt and grout
There is a peace that's found
We find our comforter in Him
And we quiet down.

Still we have the impure thought
We are not worry free
We have a sort of "holy" pride
Religiosity.

Finally, this scraped away
There's NOTHING left. No trace
God looks into the shining gold
And sees His very face!

How glorious, the finished gold!
How beautiful the ore!
It's set in wondrous majesty

To shine forevermore
.

Thought I'd have a cuppa
to assuage my carnal thirst
I didn't know what I should drink
who I should have first

I thought of my friend Jack
Daniels to his friends
Life of the drunken party...
But it's only 9am

Then I thought of Harvey
who'd come in from the coast
But i really do not like him
'coz he's a milquetoast

Ah! I know who's perfect!
Tho I could be wrong
But he's tall, dark n handsome!
So very hot and strong!

He's uplifting! RICH!
He makes my heartstrings tug
He is bold yet mellow...
... and that good lookin' MUG!

Yes. I think I'll try him
he's got get up and go
He's the deep and "brew"ding type

he's my cuppa joe!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/23/2016

Thought I'd have a cuppa
to assuage my carnal thirst
I didn't know what I should drink
who I should have first

I thought of my friend Jack
Daniels to his friends
Life of the drunken party...
But it's only 9am

Then I thought of Harvey
who'd come in from the coast
But i really do not like him
'coz he's a milquetoast

Ah! I know who's perfect!
Tho I could be wrong
But he's tall, dark n handsome!
So very hot and strong!

He's uplifting! RICH!
He makes my heartstrings tug
He is bold yet mellow...
... and that good lookin' MUG!

Yes. I think I'll try him
he's got get up and go
He's the deep and "brew"ding type

he's my cuppa joe!



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of passage and
Invisible inc

---

I've done some research
On cancer's cause
Western medicine, Dr Oz.

They don't have answers, I'm afraid.
And the cure is in what GOD made.

Cancer's vector? A simple virus.
A parasite and a fungus.

Candida overgrowth.
Radiation. Stress.
We all face this in the West.

So are there answers? Well. Let's see.
Tell me if you don't agree.

Sodas should go down the drain
They have sugar or aspertame.

Sugar feeds cancer. Cut it out!
I KNOW that this will make you pout
But you can find nuts a tasty treat
Find some that you like to eat!

Say NO to coffee. All caffeine.
Eat kale and other leafy greens.

If you want nutrition saved
Cut the cord on your microwave!
They watered plants
with water nuked
They died. Nutrition down the tubes.
So no TV dinners. Processed foods.

No fruits or veggies grown GMOs.
WHEAT is bad! And on it goes.

So it may cost a little more?
Shop your local health food store!

What does it matter?
What's cancer's cost?
And your life will not be lost!

If you tire of reading this
There may be important
things you miss... READ ON!

NATURAL REMEDIES FOR CANCER

Blackstrap molasses. 1 tablespoon
Baking soda. 1 teaspoon
Mix with a glass of water and drink.
(Baking soda should be found at
a health food store)
Blackstrap molasses can also be used
topically for skin cancer.

Tincture of the husk of the
Black walnut nut. 2 drops
Tincture of clove. 2 drops
Tincture of wormwood. 2 drops
Mix in a glass of water and drink. Add lemon and honey.
It'll taste better.

IMPORTANT!
DO NOT USE TAP
OR BOTTLED WATER!
Get distilled water and add
Minerals in liquid form.
Your health food store will have this.

There are many herbs and spices
Which help.
There's iodine in common kelp.
Turmeric
Cucumin
etc.

VERY POWERFUL
Soursop tea. Green tea sans caffeine
Fresh vegetables of the rainbow...
Colors are viamins!

Vitamin supplements
Especially B-17

If you can't find these in your
Health food store ask them to order.
Or go on Amazon and order.

May 31st of 2018 11:30 pm

~~~~~

At this hour I think of how
I was told of daddy's death
Immediately it speared me through
And I cried out with all my breath.

I was already in my bed
Mom only a door away
I couldn't go and comfort her
I couldn't walk at all that day.

I don't remember going to sleep
Ɓut I think I had a dream
I knelt by bedside, red eyes weep
Prayed my father was redeemed

All around me there was dust
Ashes scattered 'cross the floor
My tattered mind I could not trust
Got up, went through the door

Next thing I knew I was outside
Ànd I held a silver vase
I recall how hard I cried
Tears were streaming down my face.

Then I was in full darknes there
No moon lit my silent way
There was no delusion of
What had swallowed night and day

Then, the devil on his throne
Sulfur lit with horrid n̈ail
I looked all over hades stones
There was inside a mighty gale!

I woke up! I held on strong
For as long as I could last
Now I know that I was wrong
But I knew the dye was cast.

My eyes filled my tearstained couch
Relief filled up my smitten heart
I'd find my dad in heaven now

We would, in heaven, never part!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Catherine Jarvis
2025

Eulogize ripped tears
Hazardous sight, from eyes of night
Fallen creatures they shun the light.
Catastrophic wailing
Cacophonous they weep
Pounding fists upon my eyes
Curtailing chance of sleep
Piercing me with sorrows
Flailing by the moon
They grow upon hate
It won't abate
It will not leave me soon

It would have me trembling
In agony of distress
But I won't let it bully me...

I WILL GET MY REST!!!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 6/21/2016

Sat down with
My date Ben
It was the full moon
We ate with   
His friend Jerry
I brought along
My spoon

They were both
So engaging
They really brought
A smile
I had the
Americone Dream!
We chatted for a while

We'd gone out for
Sea food...
But the place was closed
So we had some
Phish food
Ben nearly proposed!

We got back to
My apartment
To watch some late TV
I put on
The Tonight Dough
We were happy
As can be!

Upon finding out
Ben & Jerry
Liked "The Dead"
I put on Cherry Garcia
That tune stuck
In my head!

Yup! It was a hot date!
I loosened up my belt
After a few minutes
I could see
Both of those guys melt!

But they were just
Half Baked
They ran out on me!
Now I'm just a
Chunky Monkey

As lonely as can be!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017

She has a special siren song
Pastel paisley passion's dawn

She's aloof, but takes on airs
Wearing seashells in her hair

Abalone, mother of pearl
She has her arms 'round half the world

She chuckles softly with the birds
She speaks to stars without a word

She bids them run! She bids them hide!
She tucks the mountains to her side

When whispering she turns to wink
The morning sky will blush to pink!

YES! The thrashers laugh out loud!
She's tangled in the pewter clouds!

She whistles low her magic tune
The dew-soaked desert's her perfume

Though it's the sun she courts and woos
She entices all... the morning muse!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/7/2016

She has a special Siren's song
Pastel paisley, passion's Dawn.
She's aloof, she takes on airs,
Wearing seashells in her hair.
Abalone, mother of pearl
Arms that take in all the world!
She Chuckles softly
with the birds
She speaks to stars
without a word.
She bids them run!
She bids them hide!
She tucks the mountains
to her side.
Then, whispering,
she turns to wink
The morning Sky
will blush to Pink!
Yes! Desert Thrashers
laugh out loud!
She's Tangled in
the pewter clouds!
She whistles low
her magic tune,
The dew soaked desert's
her perfume.
Though it's the Sun
she courts and woos
She entices all...
the morning muse.

Catherine jarvis
Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
2018

dawn whispers softly
its conch shell pink lip placed
on the sky's dark ear


SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/17/2017

I will be off site most of the day. Your overwhelming responses to my poetry have so touched my heart! But I don't know how I'm going to respond to them all today. God willing I will be on the site tonight and tomorrow to read again. But today I have responsibilities I must take care of.

Thank you for your understanding and patience! I will be in touch tonight!

Blessings!
♡ Catherine

MY MOM HAS BEEN ILL
AND NOW REQUIRES
MORE CARE... PLEASE
BEAR WITH ME. I CAN'T
READ AS MUCH NOW.
I WILL ♥ BUT WON'T
HAVE TIME TO PUT UP
ON COLLECTIONS OR
COMMENT. I KNOW THAT
YOU UNDERSTAND.

PLEASE SEND GOOD THOUGHTS
AND/OR PRAY FOR US! THANKS!

♥CATHERINE

arcing toward
a dark heaven
a futile ******
earth still
binds
me
but
not
my
♡

death by flying too
close to Mars
warrior that
he is

he sent his arrows
which lanced my
♡ with such
longing it
could not
be controlled
anymore
than a
bird
is
bound
by
the
air

and, so, the tears in
night's fabric
are sewn
by
☆
☆
☆


Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/24/2019

--

Death's beauty, like black lipstick
Comes in a golden case
It is SO very lovely
Upon a tomb-white face
It may seem very comely
It has a certain grace
It smells of perfumed hemlock
Arsenic. Old lace.

But there should be a label
That explains the brutal facts.
It tastes like gall and wormwood
Like septic sealing wax.

When worn too very early
And applied with one's own hand
It is an invitation

To the Boutique of The ******.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/28/2016

Those things that so tear the heart
You don't know if it'll mend
Or break apart...

Those things you do
that set the score
Will change
your world...

... forevermore.

Thanks goes to my father
Without him we'd be lost
He gave his life to all of us
A family came with cost

When I was but two years old
He went to MIT
But he had to leave that school
My mom was sick, you see

He had to work much harder
For everything we owned
He saved and scraped and gave himself
So we could have a home

When he was but a little boy
He had to walk to school
During Vermont winters
Which were harsh and cruel

He was tested for IQ
When he was in 8th grade
His scores were highest in the state
So building blocks were laid

For his education
Was paramount to him
He walked twelve miles to high school
Through snow and sleet and rain

He was radar technician
During WWII
He was in Okinawa
A sailor tried-and-true

So our education
He worked for night and day
We all went to private schools
Because he got good pay

We never knew how hard he worked
He rose at 5 a.m.
That we'd have food and shelter
And could be schooled for gain

Both my parents read to us
And gave us the Great Books
We were raised on Dickens
Chaucer and the like

He gave us piano lessons
We knew Beethoven and Bach
Mozart and Vivaldi
And he taught us how to talk

All of my abilities
I owe to that man
And of course my dear Mother
Who schooled us through great pain

So here's to some great parents
Married still it seems
Over 60 years together
I owe to them my genes

I just want to thank them
My dear old dad this day
You worked so hard to school us
So we could find a way

I love you Clinton Jarvis
You made me strong and bold
A dedicated father

At 91 years old!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/18/2016

An Inca Dove flies to and fro
Landing graceful in my yard
Grist for any poet, bard
Her cooing soft and low.

Warm gray body, flash of wing
Whatever does she do?
I see her as her task ensues
She does a constant thing.

Back and forth the small bird flies
Of this I can attest
She pulls grass for her small nest
Right before my eyes!

I've been sitting here for hours
Thinking on my dreams
Lazily, or so it seems
For that bird builds her tower!

She goes by instinct, like the ant
Who burrows in the soil
Ever constant with her toil
'Til she would sit and pant!

While I do nothing in my seat
She flies away, and then
She comes for grasses yet again
Until her nest's complete!

Would that all the warring nations
Sit down to agree
To make the people warring-free
With such dedication!

Emulate the gentle dove
She slaves to rear her young
She works away and softly sung

Her song of purest LOVE.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 4/18/2017

he promised me
the stars 🌟 💫💫

how was I to know
all he had was
a pocket full of

GLITTER


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 2014 September, 2014

~~~=<♡>=~~~

How can you
describe pale blue
if you've never seen the skies?
Don't define LOVE
Lord, above!
Unless you have the eyes!

Is it a hex? Or perhaps ***
that drives us to the brink?
A little thing that makes us sing?
Is it all hearts in pink?

Voodoo hoodoo
what do you do
when you're not that strong?
You may say
it's springing May
and STILL have it WRONG!

Birds on a perch?
A Google search?
Is that how you define?
A little bee?
How can you see?
Where do you draw the line?

Is it a smell?
How can you tell
if someone has the itch?
Look in the eyes.
They can't disguise
They will always snitch!

So what's amour?
What's in store?
Is it a certain glow?
Don't ask me!
Can't you see?

I DON'T EVEN KNOW!


SoulSurvivor
6/15/2015

I have taken my last post,
"A must read for this site"
D O W N. PLEASE FORGET IT.
ANY RESEMBLENCE OF ANYONE TO
JANE DOE WAS COINCIDENCE AND
COMPLETELY U N I N T E N T I O N A L.

delete... Delete... DELETE!!!!

I'm sorry if I hurt feelings.
This war MUST END.
Didn't mean to add fuel to the fire!

P.S. I'm not abreast of all going on.
And don't want to know any more!
PLEASE. Leave off. This is ridiculous!

Universal unction
A beatific box
Friction in the function
A tutorial. A talk.

We winnowing the worship
We wiser for to seek
Here harrowing through
Hardship
We winkle out the "weak".

How holy is the hilltop
Which cannot help at all
How horrible the House of Pride
Which cannot help but FALL.

Please pray for persecution
Let them not stay their hand
GOD BLESS the repercussions!
The ground on which to stand.

I beg that I won't barter
Without nor yet within
I pray that I won't falter
I'll stand against the sin.

For the Church as it emerges
From underneath the waves
Surfeit in the surges
Gamboling in her grave

Wreaks havoc on true holiness
Divides doctrine "uncouth"
Gutting out the Bible
Laying waste the TRUTH!

The "Universal Union"
"All for one, and one for all"
"All roads lead to Rome"
How the mighty fall!

There are, in truth, just 2 roads
At the tolling of the bell.
The narrow to eternal life...

... and the broad road straight to

HELL.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 10/31/2017

You're trapped behind the lines
With your worst enemy...

MIND

My father is going to the hospital.
I'll be off-site a while.

LOVE YOU ALL!

~♡~

The best way to bring about change...
Don't walk. KNEEL!

SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/14/2016

... when Your world's
In a cardboard box

It tastes like packing peanuts.

When your world's in
a cardboard box and
Tastes like packing peanuts.


SøułSurvivør aka
Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage

When your world's in a
small cardboard box and
tastes like packing peanuts!


SøułSurvivør aka
Invisible inc. aka
Write of Passage