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Quiet summer night.
Sitting beneath the moon so bright.
Grey-blue clouds slowly dance.
Over the lesser light.
Trees in silhouette black.
No wind in sight.

Quiet beauty.
Quiet heart.
Quiet summer night.

Quiet Presence.
Of God.

Quiet Love.

Quiet.
Awe.
 Jul 2017
SøułSurvivør
Reposted for a friend.

My Prayer

Oh, dear Lord,
Please give to me
The graciousness
Of an apple tree.
It shares its fruit
With all in need,
Regardless of their
Race or creed,
And spreads a
Dappled shade of gray
For weary travelers
On their way.

The courage of a badger,
O doughy soul!
You'd see a *BEAR

Running from his hole!
He has a faith
I do not know...
Without a Bible
To tell him so.


The conscience of
A growing pearl,
The greatest gift
In all the world.
It gets yet larger
With each day...
Although it has
No mouth to pray
.

The gentle acceptance
Of deep grass,
Which bends to allow
Your winds to pass,
Then stands again
With stately grace
To look once more
In Your sun's face.

The freedom of
A flock of birds,
For they have surely
Heard Your words.

The cheerfulness
Of a laughing brook,
Which will pass a
Boulder without a look!

The industry of
A little bee...
The good of his fellows
Is all he sees.

The patience of
Eroding wind,
It'll carve out beauty
In the end.

The humility of
A daisy flower,
It knows it's beauty
Will last but hours.

The love within
A mother bear.
To the end
She'll always care.

The resounding strength
Of a mountain range.
To these the centuries
Are not strange.

The wisdom of
An ocean deep,
Which will, forever,
Its secrets keep.

All these things,
I do believe,
My spirit will,
In time, receive.

It is Your will
I must accept,
As I do the kingdom

*YOU HAVE KEPT.
I haven't put my name to this because I don't know how much of this I actually wrote. I penned it in a treatment center in Willcox Arizona. I don't remember the exact date. It just flowed out of me. Nonstop.

I believe this little prayer changed my life. Because God is certainly trying to work all those things into my life. I have been through extreme hardships. Addicted to drugs and alcohol for many years. And targeted by the Church of Scientology for over 20 years. I am nowhere near where I would like to be spiritually. But I'm certainly light-years from where I was.

I reposted this for a friend. I hope it is an inspiration to her, and you, reader.

Please forgive me for not being on site as much as I'd like. My father is ill, so I won't be on site much in the next few days. Thanks for understanding!

♡ Catherine
 Jun 2017
RAJ NANDY
Dear Poet Friends, this poem was composed as a tribute and praise
to the Creator of heaven and earth way back in the year 2008, & was posted on ‘Poemhunter.com’. The Creator’s handiwork has inspired Poets, Artists, and Humans alike since the dawn of our
civilisation, and shall continue to do so for our future generations! Hope you like this poetic composition. I will be grateful if you comment only after having read the entire poem.  Thanks, - Raj

VISIONS OF THE VAST BLUE EMPYREAN
                * BY RAJ NANDY*

       '’The heavens declare the glory of the Lord,
        The sky proclaim His divine handiwork!’’
                                                   - Psalm of David.

(I)
The SKY is a multidimensional manifestation of God's
creation,
A translucent blue canopy above all and one.
The sky has inspired humans for centuries to aspire
and dream, -
To seek His blessings and guidance from above;
And shall continue to do so for centuries to come!
The sky beckons and lures with its mystical spell;
Making humans with leaping aspirations to try out
and reach, -
Those frontiers where the sky is the unlimited limit of
all our hopes, aspirations and dreams!
The sky, lush, luring, luminous, and sweet, -
Invites, entice, and fills us with a sense of wonder!
How God-like in appearance, and almost human in
its expressions!
The sky has remained as a silent witness to the birth
of our planet,
Since God created the firmament and the heavens,
before creating the Earth.
The sky, a silent spectator since eons past,
Shall continue to see the fading away of old stars;
And formation of baby galaxies in a cosmic drama of
His creation,
Lying beyond the comprehension of Mankind!
While we try to delve His secrets with our space probes,
Which we can neither fully comprehend nor unravel;
And shall only continue to wonder and marvel!

(II)
The blue sky continues to inspire and even melts,
While its blue translucence silently seep into the
Poet's heart,
As he sits to reflect and shape his thoughts,
And the vast expanse of the ethereal sky,
Stretching his mind with future dreams and
visions!
While the azure blue begins to flow through his
veins, and gets transmitted through his pen, -
To convey his exalted thoughts and deepest feelings,
in poetic lines and verse, -
Which becomes the Poet's sole mission.
And at night when the Poet meditates, he catches a
falling star,
And writes a poem on it and keeps it in his pocket, -
Saving it for a rainy day!
And during the silence of the night, when the hours
grow dark and deep,
And the sky gently droops and drips;
The poet wakes up to write, and writes to sleep!

(III)
The sky flows on to the canvas of the Painter,
As he tries to depict its varied complexions and moods,
With his limited colours, shades and hues,
Flashing and spilling his canvas with touches of tints
and tones,
To captivate the capricious, transient and fanciful moods,
which the sky adorns!
The deep blue empyrean is at times blissful and sublime,
Changing from a radiant, opulent, and iridescent, -
To threatening, cruel, and violent;
Both devastating and destructive as the sweeping
tornado or a hurricane!
Yet when God decides to paint the Aurora Borealis those
magical Northern Lights, -
Those glowing diaphanous curtains of waving, swirling
streamers of lights,
With its red, green, blue, violet, and luminescent spell-
binding shades;
How can any artist foolishly dare to compete or replicate
His celestial art?
For the Auroras are a reflection of His live real time
handiwork, -
Which shall never diminish or fade!

(IV)
The crystal blue arch of heaven, a glorious canopy
cover over our head,
Blesses us with the much needed shade;
From the tormenting and scorching rays of the
relentless Summer's sun.
With its varying layers of passing clouds, -
As the sun completes its diurnal rounds!
Those high cheerful cirrus and cirro-stratus clouds
of the Winter sky,
The meditating alto-cumulus and alto-stratus clouds
of medium heights;
And those upward swelling, ambitious clouds of
cumulonimbus, -
Carrying the thunder bolts and lightning of the great
Zeus do confound us!
And finally those low sheets of stratus clouds of the
rumbling monsoon sky;
Bringing incessant rain and lightning darts, -
Flashing like a whip lash across the sky and the earth!
With the speed of sound always lagging behind that
of light, -
Thus thunder bolts always follow those blinding flashing
darts of dazzling blue lights!
While the good Earth absorbs it all like some suffering
soul,
And forever regenerates itself to transcend its
tormenting plight!

(V)
The clouds floating like fluffy wool of cotton and
the downs of white goose feathers,
Adds dimensions, visual depth, definition and a sense
of perception;
For the human mind to behold and meditate, -
Those vast measureless depths of the infinite space!
The clouds with its varying forms and shapes,
At times like the ice cream cones with vanilla
tops and wisps of cream;
Keep floating across the cerulean blue, forming
and melting, -
From one nothingness into another,  below the
arched vault of the heavens!
And at times the clouds coalesce to dissipate as
gentle rain,
With rhythmic beats, or follow some wild musical note,
Lashing against the earth like a dancer in trance!
While it brings down the cool aqua, the very elixir of
life to earth.

(VI)
The sky is held captive by its own void of eternal
silence.
As nature's mirror, it reflects and also shows us a
glimpse of the infinite!
While the night sky by itself exhibits a wondrous
sight,
With the sentinel stars shining like a living hymn
written in light!
And the ebony treasure vault of heavens hold the
sparkling and glittering countless gems;
Of pearls of lily white, rubies with red sheen,
And galaxies shimmering like hyacinth of purple
light!
The sky envelopes the earth all around in an elusive
embrace of unconsummated love!
But each night, in hope and expectations the Sky
adorns itself, -
With diamond necklace and pearls of milky white,
Woven round its dark black flowing stresses;
Casting longing looks towards the beloved Earth,
To whom she is attracted from her very birth!

(VII)
The sky despite its wide range of colourful
spectrum and moods,
Forever retains its pristine colour of azure blue,
behind its gray and somber clouds.
Each morning the sky presents us with a clean
blue slate,
Where nothing ever remains written or etched!
Inspiring humans to make a new beginning,
Before time runs out and it becomes too late!
Yet the sky never forgets to reflect the arched
rainbow over its brow,
Once the thunder clouds and storms dissipate!
Keeping our hopes and aspirations forever alive;
And impelling us to strive in all our endeavours
and to excel!

(VIII)
The sky remains as a revelation of God's immaculate
handiwork.
The blue welkin, God's treasure trove, with its
capricious moods,
Sometimes furious, sometimes iridescent, but by nature
divinely sublime!
The sky a recurrence of happenings, with its speckled dance, -
Of colours, cadence, and of light and shade,
Giving us a taste, smell and feel of eternity, -
Which appears as real, though illusory and ephemeral!
Transcending all our scientific formulas, speculations
and intricate *******-up logic;
Since many mystical and unknown energy forms exist in
our sky and space,
Beyond the realms of Quantum Physics , String Theory,
the Higgs Field and Relativity!  * ( see Notes below)
And forces can even be made to emanate from the human
mind and soul and to transcend, -
To blend with those vibrations in the celestial spheres of
the Divine!

(IX)
The sky shall forever remain a source of exhilaration
and exhortation for mankind, -
And as an exaltation of God's divine and lofty thoughts!
The sky also remains as our ultimate frontier, -
Stretching the dimensions of human consciousness,
Till our consciousness learns to merge with the Divine;
To become one and to blend, under the blue vault of
our blissful Empyrean!
                                                       -  by RAJ NANDY, NEW DELHI

(*NOTES: The five different versions of the String Theories know as the 'The M- Theory' of Quantum Physics, which tries to explain the origin of all things through the vibrations of nano strings. The latest discovery of the Higgs Field, which is said to add mass to subatomic particles; are our humble and insufficient efforts to understand God’s mysterious creation of the universe and space!)
      (ALL COPY RIGHT ARE WITH THE AUTHOR ONLY)
 Jun 2017
Austin D Woodruff
It’s that Southern Gospel
that Northern Revival
from the sunrise to the sunset, dusk to dawn.

First on the right then to the left, up and down
it’s a rhythmic tone, tuned to tune your heart

plucking that picking string
twang in that twilight night
how it feels oh so right

      this little light

sing that Gospel song
in that bright blue moonlight
   all night long!

Hear me sing
see me dance
let me laugh
          jump
    and shout out loud!

its that Sunrise Service,
that beach day baptism,
its that old hymnal message that never dies

never,   ever dies
that old old story of the righteous and the holy
that oh so sweet story of the Bethlehem baby born and raised.

He live to die so that I could die to live.
They call him good, I call him Lord
They call him teacher, I call him Savior
They call him Jesus, I call him King
 Jun 2017
Mishael Ward
As I sat there praying on my knees.
I thought of what Jesus did for me.
How he shed his blood on calvary
So that satan's shackles on man would be broken free.
How could someone so powerful and perfect,
Have so much love and compassion for the unworthy?

This is the love I want to share with others
He said "delight in giving to one another,"
“be quick to forgive"
So I lift my hands in joy for what Jesus did.
his love hung for hours on a tree
so that people all over the world could be set free.
That, my friend, is what Jesus did for me.
Poem by: Mishael Ward
 May 2017
Cné
What is the sky
but a canvas for clouds?
What is a city
but a canvas for crowds?
What is the meadow
so verdant and green
but a canvas for sheep
a pastoral scene?
What is the ocean
with reflections so blue,
than a canvas for sails
as they drift into view?
I think I shall paint...
 May 2017
Kathryn Heim
As the satin colors
of the morning sky
with echoes of glory
for all to see
softly crescendo
my soul to a high
how can I not Lord,
think of Thee.
Has the sky fallen yet.  has the seas dry up.

Has the birds quit singing their songs

Has the roses quit growing on the earth

Has the lions quit their roaring here.

Has anything in nature quit doing what God made  

Then my friend how can God be dead.

Are you an imaginary person to me here.

Am I real, as long as God lives then I am real  

For he is truly in control  today and tomorrow
 May 2017
SøułSurvivør
The violin is sonorous
The cellos are in tune
The kettle drums
of thunder
Beat against the moon
Woodwinds through
the eaves
Make the nightbirds
swoon...

Coyotes are a clarinet
Such a lonely howl
As the night storm passes
You can hear the owl
Cougar makes his
entrance
With a roaring growl...

Crickets are ubiquitous
Rosening their bows
Sometimes in the
summer
Cicada's music flows
The nocturnal fragrance
Trickles through
the groves
It makes the
lovers giddy
Romances the nose...

The stars are
great musicians
At last, they appear
They play the piano
With the music
of the spheres
All the while, listening,
The cactus stands
and hears
God gave coyote
voices...

but Saguaro He gave

*EARS.
A little night music...

Going to try to catch up
On my reading tonight...
If I don't get to read your
Work right away please
Understand. My mom's
Been ill, and I've been back
And forth to doctors.
I try to read when I can.
Been in a slump.
Coming OUT of it though

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Tiny feathers.
Of black, white,
and softest brown.
Tiny wings fluttering.
With quiet sound.
Loud voice.
Of sweetest song.
Which can be heard.
From miles around.
"Swee, swee,"
calls the chickadee.
Handcrafted by God above,
the little chickadee
is a tiny miracle.
Of His love.
Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
Whispering through the tall trees.

Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
Calling through the sweet song
of the chickadee.

Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
In the hushed silence of a
clear night sky full of stars.

Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
In the quiet flapping of a butterfly's
gentle wings.

Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
In the lazy hum of the honeybee's
flight,
as she ascends and descends upon
blossoms in summer's radiant light.

Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
In the lion's mighty roar.
Can you hear Him?
In the waves of the sea which
crash upon the shore.

Can you hear the voice of God?
Calling out to your inmost soul.
Saying,
"Come to Me,
  come and rest.
  Receive forgiveness.
  Let My love heal you.
  Open the door of your heart to
  Me .
  For I stand at the door and knock."

Can you hear the voice of God?
O weary traveller upon life's way.
He longs to comfort you in His Love.
And chase your fears away.

Can you hear?
Can you hear?
Will you say,
"Speak Lord, I'm listening."
For then...
You will hear.
The voice of God.
"Behold, I stand at the door and knock.
If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him,
and he with Me." Rev. 3:2, Holy Bible

"And it shall be that everyone who calls upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."  Acts 2:21, Holy Bible
 May 2017
Hannah Jones
How can I dare to lift my pen and try to capture
what Your own hand has created?
You, who danced on the waters
when there was naught
Yet You lacked nothing
in Your perfection.

How can my brush hope to portray
that which Your own hand has designed?
You, who formed the heavens and the earth
Who pushed waters from waters,
mountains from valleys,
light from darkness,
and said “It is good.”

How can my voice hope to sing
of that which You spoke into existence?
You, who breathed life into the stars,
the waters,
the earth and sky alike
Whose laughter bellowed through the cosmos
and delighted in the simplest wonders,
the most intricate marvels,
joyous all the while.

The only portrait I can cultivate
while doing Your creation justice
is myself.
I, whom Your own hand has crafted,
whom You Yourself breathed life into
every fiber of existence I call my own
I, who bear Your image
Your mark
I am all I can offer
for it is what You have given me.

And You say “It is very good,”
for this is all You desire.
“The end of my labors has come. All that I have written appears to be as so much straw after the things that have been revealed to me.” -St. Thomas Aquinas, after receiving a divine revelation.
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