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 Apr 2016
K Balachandran
And then I  woke up in an ethereal hour,
As the sublime scent of a wild flower,
After roaming through many many lives,
As insects, birds and many kinds of animals,

When I by chance stumbled in to her eye
It was love, with out knowing who or why
In a  moment I mingled with her deep sigh
Such was the  alchemy, we soared to a level high

Later after many lifetimes of stars and many cycles,
Held within the depth of a dream, I realize this:
All I now need is a piece of tranquil blue sky,
to dissolve all clouds of avatars, be immortality, never to die.
Wherever one goes in whatever forms, (even if transmigration of soul
happens or it's just an imagination) is there any salvation, without at least a whiff of love in the air ?Love-consciousness-immortality would have made  a nice passage through the quagmires of worldly affairs.
 Apr 2016
VS aka Jason Cole
We're goin' down to Freetown
Gonna watch our freedom fly
We're goin' down to Freetown
Gonna live now till we die

My heart beats a little faster
Every mile closer to home
My mind don't need a master
I think just fine on my own
The ocean looks much different now
Such a hopeful sight to see
As freedom bells are ringin' now
'Round Sierra Leone

We're goin' down to Freetown
Gonna watch our freedom fly
We're goin' down to Freetown
Gonna live now till we die

Well, I left half my pride
In those cotton fields
But I found all my spirit
And strengthened my own will
I made it through the sufferage
Never once alone
I trusted in the Father
And he has led me home

We're goin' down to Freetown
Gonna watch our freedom fly
We're goin' down to Freetown
Gonna live now till we die
This is a song.
 Apr 2016
Joel M Frye
Most times, it's hearing silence in the space,
Echoes in between my Spirit's breaths.
Distinctive voice reminds me of my place
In torn cacophony of Planet Earth.
True to form, I listen; do not hear
All messages I'm given in the day.
Teachers crossing paths both far and near
Each answering my questions in their way.
Perhaps a quiet moment will suffice,
Remembering that Spirit will provide
A peace too great to go unrecognized.
Yes, words are thought or whispered, an aside;
Earnest quest for guidance to the sky
Remembering to listen for replies.
NaPoWriMo day 20 - a "kenning" poem.  Read between (and before) the lines.  ;)
 Apr 2016
Kathryn Heim
We knew not
what we did,
a convenient truth
that kept us hid.

But hide no more,
for when we die
we must look Him
in the eye.
 Apr 2016
Tom Blake
I found a door
With no lock, only needing
The gentlest push
And
It opened freely Wide.
I
Entered inside
Therein I encountered
The Truth
Of All things.
God!
It makes So much sense!
If only They knew!
I can' t go back
They
Solely
Have to find this door.
 Apr 2016
Kathryn Heim
Do you carry the truth
or is it a curse?
Are they one and the same and which one is worse?
Do you carry a privilege
or a shame,
and is it apparent
in your name?
Do you carry a promise or a pain?
Joy or suffering,
a loss or a gain?
Do you carry
a burden,
a problem, a task?
Do you hide it behind uncertainty's mask?
Do you carry the worry
that gives the devil a grin,
knowing that's where
you've already been.
Do you carry a hope
for every tomorrow,
aide for the needy
relief for their sorrow?
What do you carry,
or should I ask who,
and would you object
if they carried you?
Whatever you carry
or how it's perceived,
Christ carried his cross
for you and me.
 Apr 2016
SøułSurvivør
A marble Stone from the earth
Beautiful in every way to God
Found by those who labored odd
And thus rejected. Without worth

This very piece of quaried Rock
"Valueless" and thrown away
Is a Cornerstone unto this day
The most important building block

Blood weeps, as tears, within it's cracks
For it is built upon a hill
But the lost reject it still
Though in it's HEART there is no lack

Within that Heart there exist eyes
That see all the hardship, pain
But in most people there remains
The need to believe Deception's lies

There is a statue of a man
The King David by his name
Michelangelo of fame
Erected it, as in Rome planned

The block of marble used for him
Had what, for most, was fatal flaw
But the great sculptor did then draw
The greatest carving there's ever been

This marvel, crowds to awe and sway
Made by hands of a talented one
But God selected the Cornerstone
But it's still reviled and cast away

It is ever there, to accept and thus atone
For the nascient misdeeds of self
Indeed, more precious than great wealth
Is the cleansing blood from a Stone


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/16/2016
The marble blocks used for the Statue of David in Rome had a flaw in it. It was therefore rejected by many sculptors. But it was an excellent piece of marble. So Michelangelo worked around the flaw and thus created one of the most beautiful sculptures on earth.

The Stone I speak of in this poem
Is, of course, Jesus Christ.

This is a different rhyming scheme for me. I hope it came out alright...
 Apr 2016
SøułSurvivør
Locked in the wintertime of life
Transgression's grip as cold as ice
A dark'ning garden filled with strife
There planted every form of vice
A thorny bush, of bitter hues
I was a bramble so depraved
I wanted naught but to eschew

My life and press on to my grave
My life and press on to my grave

I had no willingness to live
My body bloodied, crushed and sore
No circumspection did I give
The full weight of sin I bore
And like a tyrant my disease
My drug addicted frame of mind
Like a briar wrapped and seized

My heartbreak in a fatal bind
My heartbreak in a fatal bind

Then like the warming light of spring
You came my precious ray of hope
O'r my bramble bush You'd sing
A bud came up to reach & *****
Warmer, warmer was the sun
Birds sang with You in the air
It was then I had begun

To leave behind my sin's despair
To leave behind my sin's despair

The tender bud it thrived and grew
Through deepest drought and bitter rain
And a bright bloom of awesome hue
Burst forth in glory that remains
That beauty is of Jesus Christ
It is to HIM all glory goes
He was the One who took my vice

Now looking down God sees a Rose
Now looking down God sees a Rose


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/15/2016
Jesus Christ is also known as
The Rose of Sharon

Please also read
Salvation Story by SoulSurvivor

Thanks for reading!

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 Apr 2016
Kenny Whiting
Just how well do you know My God?
   He's the Ruler of everything,
He's Almighty and Omnipotent;
   My Jesus Lord and King!

He made the earth with spoken word,
   all just in seven days;
He formed the moon; each star in space,
   He set a certain way!

Not long from then, My Jesus came,
   as a little Baby Boy;
He came to earth to show us how,
   to live for Him with joy!

Here on this earth, He marveled us;
   as displaying God's Own power,
He taught us how to love and give,
   to pray near every hour!

He took five fish, and broke five loaves,
   then thousands did He feed;
He showed His men what true faith was,
   by walking on the sea!

So many had doubt when Moses said,
   "My God will make a way!"
God parted the sea, they walked right through,
   then Pharaoh's men He slayed!

He healed the sick, made blind men see,
   with touch of His dear hand;
He led the Jews through wilderness,
   on to the promised land!

He died for us on Calvary,
   our sins became His pain;
He washed away each one for us,
   then later rose again!

I hope you'll see how special He is,
   My Lord, My King, My God;
He touched the lives of millions here,
   on earth and far abroad!
 Apr 2016
Kathryn Heim
Hold fast to
a pillar
as strength ensues
and suffering
will succomb
and lose.
Even though I may be weak , and struggling here.
But he whom dwells within me, gives me Hope.
For it is not about me nor what I can do alone.
But it is about allowing my Savior and God.
Reveal to others what they can do through him.
For I shall always whither away when he is not in me.
But with Christ my Lord, I can do all things through him.
The same thing can be said about anyone abiding in him.
For if he can do these things through me whom struggles.
Just imagine the mighty feats that he can do through others.
Whom never lose their way , because they are always hanging on.
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