i.

In her silhouettes lee, I'm unscathed, unslaved,
Sheltered, free; tis she's mine sea, who guideth
me. Lief i'll cradle her, protectively, lief i'll be
the breath she breathes, lief O' lief; serenity.

ii.

In her presence I shalt bathe in her scintillating
albedineity, plenty O' plenty, shalt be in ourn
Cup; risen enduring creation's, just ourn love
Is enough, verily, verily, accumulating puff's.

iii.

Puff's of the holiness, surrounding ourn locus,
famigerating through the valley's; wherein we
Giveth epistle's for men's focus, that charity,
Forgiveness, and untainted Agápe, mayest be
a missive; for all humankind to copy.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome Poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedication

Heartbeats fast
whispers and plans
a mother's heart conflicted
as she wrings her hands
through the courage,
streaming tears
        she will let him go
despite her fears
Outside, canines barking harsh
men's cruel shouts
she must say her goodbyes
as the shots ring out
So many kisses
on his sweet, sleepy face
         little man deep in slumber,
in angelic grace
yes, he cried for a minute
as the morphine kicked in
and she rocked him and rocked him
his little frame, so thin
Now as his father takes him
she crumples to the wall
"By the will of God may I see
him again" she whispers
for he is her all
Outside the freeze
puffs breath into clouds
the quiet imperative for
             this next move:
Father gently slips son
into the rough-hewn jute,
No rotten potatoes today, no
this is far more important
No one will look for a tot
in a potato sack, he hopes
He looks around and slips
through the hole in the wire
These moments are critical
the need for speed is dire
A quick trip to the village
           in the black cloak of night
looking over shoulder
Finally the house…it's just there,
the next meadow over
the secret knock is sounded
and the door opened in silence
warm arms greeting, helping
carry the goods inside
Will this be a respite
from all the endless violence?
            Laid gingerly on the bed,
the sack is eased off gently
no potatoes inside
just a small sleeping boy
his parents only pride
Father strokes his hair,
Lays his palms on his head
to bless this bundle of sweetness
in his new environment
"I will come for you, my son"
tucks thin blanket around
and the deed is done
and now, in the cold lonely
smoldering air
of the burning dark
now in the kiss of hopeful protection
yes, now it's time to part

Back to his wife in the ghetto's
cold, sickened  space
to try to convince her
to bust out of that twisted place
You are my warrior, you
and all the others
Your spirit beats on
in my
     naked heart's
            thunder

Have you went
  to God in prayer,
And really wondered
  if He cared?

We surely know,
  His promise keep;
He'll lead and guide us
  when we seek!

Though often times,
  His answers small;
We sometimes even
  miss 'em all.

It's up to us
  to hear and listen,
So when He speaks
  we'll never miss Him!

For when you seek
  My Lord above,
He's there to bless,
  and show His love.

He sometimes answers
  so softly spoken,
But best believe,
  no promise broken!

There's other times,
  with thunderous roar,
He answers prayers,
  and so much more!

And then there's times,
  to show He cares;
He'll bless us with
  unanswered prayers;

'Cause My God knows,
  there's some requests,
His no reply
  will treat us best!

Swiftly the lungs expand,
filled
         with
                 air
                     of resistance.
Stand ready to succeed!
A death sentence
is
   a
     guess.
It
is
    an
        estimation.
God alone knows truth.
It is His will that decides.
Some days are better
                      than others.
Like an adventure
where
          we
              never
                       know
the end results.
Regardless of the day,
it
   is
     the
          only
                one
                      to
                         have.
Jesus taught us to
live for today,
to
   leave
          yesterday
                      behind.
To ignore
             the
                 worries
                      of tomorrow.
Each day has its own concerns.
Enough to occupy the thoughts.
I will
       stay
            focused
                        on the
                                 gifts
                                      of today.
Thank you Lord,
                       for the gift of life.
And
      if
        this
              is
                 my
                      last
                           day,
so be it. I end with the
                                     peace
                                             to be
                                                found
only in the comfort of God's love.

Everlasting  joys are flowing like a river,
More abundant life, the Comforter has come.
Glory! Hallelujah! He abides for ever,
Spread it far and wide, the Comforter has come.

Comforter divine, blessed Holy Ghost,
Promise of the Father, fill this waiting host;
Overcoming sin, purity within,
Joy to overflowing - this is Pentecost.

Saints of old they tarried in the upper chamber,
Thirsting for the Spirit all with one accord;
Tongues of fire descended , we shall ever remember;
Power of Pentecost that brought the glory down.

So to-day we're waiting , for the gift from heaven,
Send the latter rain, Oh! fill us now we pray,
Purifying Fire now purge us from all leaven,
Comforter divine , descend on us to-day.

When the Holy Ghost makes His abode within us,
All desires for worldly pleasures fade away;
Fleshy lust and anger crucified within us,
Power to overcome,He gives us from that day.

I am letting go of my past mistakes and  all of my disappointments.
I am letting go of my pride, my selfish desires and selfish dreams.
I am letting go of my hurt, anger, and all that keeps me failing you.
I am letting go of myself and focusing solely on you my Savior God.
I am letting go of my past, because its where I fail you daily basis.
I am letting go of all of this darkness that tries to hold me prisoner.
I am letting go of everything that does not edified you Lord.
I am hanging onto my Sisters and brothers on Facebook and here.
I am hanging onto my Living Savior who shall bring me through.
I am hanging onto all that is from Christ my Living Savior.

Write to me lovely poetry
She sent black bound volumes
Critiquing the umbrella of my ways

I will not encase you
Instead she hastes the reckoning
The arrival of the dead of days

Talk of unification
She remains pure of thought
In form , body , an image of purest rays

Comfort now my body
So she raises her hands
and begins to pray

Is your heart so full of sadness,
   so bogged down with despair;
You feel you've reached the bottom now,
   and no one really cares?

You're at the end of a lonely road,
   with not one soul in sight;
It feels there's no way out but death,
   not one thing else feels right.

As tears well up within the your eyes,
   you look back through the years;
You wonder how it came to this,
   the worst of all your fears.

You knew some how the end would come,
   as we all meet certain death;
But never dreamed you'd be alone,
   when drawing your last breath!

Now listen close to what I say,
   you NEVER were alone;
My Lord and King looks out for you,
   while perched upon His throne!

He's waiting on a call from you,
   He knows it's on the way;
In fact He knows all about your life
   you live from day to day!

Get on your knees and call on Him,
   just ask Him to forgive;
Each time you've sinned all the through your life,
   forgiveness He will give!

My God will love and pick you up,
   from lonely depths of sin;
You'll never be alone again,
   and with Him you will win!

1764

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
  The maddest noise that grows,—
The birds, they make it in the spring,
  At night’s delicious close.

Between the March and April line—
  That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
  Almost too heavenly near.

It makes us think of all the dead
  That sauntered with us here,
By separation’s sorcery
  Made cruelly more dear.

It makes us think of what we had,
  And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
  Would go and sing no more.

An ear can break a human heart
  As quickly as a spear,
We wish the ear had not a heart
  So dangerously near.