guidance

open mind and relinquishment

courage to act upon it

cj 2016

God saw it

He allowed it

He is always here

by my side.

Cynthia Jean

copyright 2.8.2020

i see the petunias ,  lilacs and  forsythia.

the tomatoes , strawberries,  grapes and  pine cones

and the squirrels

in my garden

and i know God is there


and He brings me gifts

of flowers and sunshine

and butterflies

and hummingbirds

and sweet, sweet air

and i know God is there


He lets me play in the garden

my garden is

my art


He brings me lilies and daisies and asters

marigolds and sweet alyssum

...memories from grandmas


a magnolia and butterfly bushes

from my sons


foxgloves from a time spent with my precious friend


and bittersweet geraniums...

memories

of my mama's

grave...


cj 2016

Your gravest danger
giving up
ceasing to believe
I can still do
wondrous things
in your world.

Keep moving forward
depending on Me
trusting
expecting  a path
to open before you.

Refreshingly new

Behold
I will do a new thing

I am making a way
a way in the desert
and streams
in the wasteland.

Cj 2016

Tears of love

They are not joyful ones

But, I believe

necessary.

They flow

along with my prayers,

for my offspring

some of whom

are

the prodigals.

Cynthia Jean 2017

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process  he does not become a monster.

Friedrich Nietzsche

My Word for you

Perfect
is My Love.

It fills you up

Leaving

No room
for fear.

Only

Fix your eyes
on Me.

Only

Trust.

Return to Me.
Rend your hearts.

Then

I will hear
and heal your  land.

Cynthia Jean
Copyright
March 19, 2020

Hope.
Today is the first day of  spring!

The time has come

I can never again be
your friend...
neither will a curse
ever pass my lips...
I will
never
be your
enemy.

I know
from time to time
a prayer
for you
will
spontaneously
rise to my lips.
Nor will I ever
attempt
to withhold
or deny it.
It is destined
and will be
delivered
to God
the giver of life.

In another life
our paths crossed...

you were once
my brother
my dearest friend
my husband
my lover...

YOU WERE THE VERY
LOVE
OF MY LIFE.

you are gone
no more to be found

you walked away

a page has turned

and it is blank

my back has turned
I walk away
God takes my hand

sometimes
He dries my tears
like now

sometimes
He carries me

other times
we walk together

I climb the stairs
I see the light

I leave the world
of
the living dead

I will
never
be the same

I am
New

Reborn.

cj   2016

I have this moment

Only one

Help me to embrace it

Fully.

Cj 2017 0111

So many reasons
for tears
in my life,
yet I need
only One
for hope.

Cj 2017

Haiku

Only a Creator
Can hang the stars
And spin the  planets.

Cynthia Jean
Copyright
March 21, 2020

paid mercenaries

these are not riots

this violence is all paid for

you have sold your souls
you have sold your souls
you have sold your souls
you have sold your souls
you have sold your souls

you are stirred up pawns

you have been pawns
for a long, long time

voter puppets of the democratic party
not ever expected to think for yourself
so easily used
and manipulated

kept in a different type
of slavery

shaped and honed and fed
like cattle
in a stall

to be used only as
inseminators
(let's create more voters)

not allowed to be fathers
(let's **** the family)
(family?)
( what's that?)

fatherhood
a forgotten trait
only progenitors
raised by generations of women
on the dole
fathers not allowed
in the home

used, used, used
can't
won't
see it!

stirred up in the cauldron of anger

who are the real haters????

???
??? whose lives matter???
???

only those killed and used for media attention

and believe me, they are used by everyone
from the president on down

never waste a good crisis
and
when necessary
create
one

do the large numbers
of
brother killing brother
matter?

and why not?

we don't hear about those numbers
on the nightly news

guess those lives must not matter

do the lives lost
the babies killed
the genocide of planned parenthood
one in every neighborhood
do they matter?

do they matter?
do they matter?
do they matter?
do they matter?
do they matter?
do they matter?

no one speaks of them

why not?
why not?
why not?
why not?
why not?
why not?

because brother against brother
and baby genocide
don't matter
to the media

HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they all fall in line with Bill Gates
population control
anyway

only the deaths
used for
exploitive
incendiary
political purposes
matter

to the elitists
the George Soros types
and the media

pawns=slaves
pawns=slaves
pawns=slaves
pawns=slaves
pawns=­slaves
pawns=slaves

generations of pawns
whose usefulness
will soon be over
being used one more time
to start all these fires

where will these pawns be
when the fires go out?

who will bother
to pay them
to feed them
then?

their usefulness
to *****'
will be over
then.

I cry for the pawns
for my brothers and sisters
for all the fatherless
children.

a life is worth so much more.
a life is worth so much more.
a life is worth so much more.
a life is worth so much more.
a life is worth so much more.
a life is worth so much more.

a life is worth so much
a life is worth so
a life is worth
a life is
a life
a
.
.
.
.
.


Cj 2016

Poetry is
life...
passion....
which spills
and explodes
and spews forth...


it can get really messy

imagine the mess inside
when for
years
and years
and years

it doesn't get expressed

and when it
finally
does

you have to look
high
and low

for someone

to
receive it

you see the glazed over eyes
as you speak
your
words

your heart breaks

seeking for
that
knowing
kindred
spirit

and when you find
that
one....

how
fortunate
you
are
!!!!!!

cj

Unsuspecting pawns
get played
in someone else's game

fragile
misinformed minds
become volatile
their minds molded
like clay

hardened by
manipulated
anger
and discontent

their lives
are sacrificed
on the altars
of evil, greedy politicians

whose strings are pulled
by the ultra wealthy
and the devil himself

they think
and believe
in all these politicians
and their promises

who temporarily
stroke their egos
and satiate
their bellies.

They are being
used, used, used...
their youth being devoured.

Sacrificed, sacrificed, sacrificed...

They're on somebody else's
front lines
and they don't even  know it.

Somebody
won't
somebody
wake them up?

Of course their lives matter.
They are precious.

ALL LIVES MATTER.

God says He made us
ALL
in HIS IMAGE
after HIS LIKENESS.

HIS SON DIED
for us
ALL.

Not for the
SOME
but for the
ALL.

Should not these
"scheduled"
demonstrations
and
"days of rage"
be  projected
towards
the manipulators????

The disillusioned...

they are blinded
they are being used
as a tool
a veritable weapon
to achieve
someone else's agenda

they are being primed
pumped up
like air in a tire....

The media
the purveyors of information

are they not responsible
to tell the truth?

If not,
by default
are they not  responsible
for orchestrated
debacles
in the making?

They are bought and sold
the price paid for the lie
is higher
than for the truth.

Pawns.

Don't be a pawn.

The time is now.

Please

Wake up.

cj 2016

"There can be no peace with the forces of evil. Peace comes only through the establishment of the supremacy of the forces of good." -President Coolidge, Memorial Day, 1923

The peace of God
flows
through the channel of trust

the elevator of thanksgiving
helps us
rise above
our life's circumstances

create a revolution in your life

as trust and thanksgiving
become
perrenial habits.....

cj 2016

Every day

I
will
get
right
back
up
.

Cynthia Jean
9. 2019

We are the Bride
We prepare
for the Bridegroom.

We make our lives ready

And the two
shall be One.

Khatan

He who joins Himself
to you.

Cj  2016

It's all the smallest
bits and pieces
of life
the conversations
the speaking
and the listening
that are most precious
and worthy
to be
remembered.

Cynthia Jean

1.18.2020

the salt and pepper of life

the rich nuggets

precious little details
that we miss

in our overwhelm

the little jewels
of everyday life
that make it
so sweet

so
much
to
be
thankful
for

all the days of our lives

cj 2016

Seeking to please
Me
above all else
grows you daily
into
the masterpiece
God
has created you
to
be


Cj 2016

Standing
Innumerable
Shining
Written in light
Like living hymns
All for His glory.

Cj 20170106

May the Lord's blessing
be upon you both

May He always  keep you
in His care

When He sees you
may His face
always shine

And His grace
be as dew

May His loving gaze
be as the blossom
of a smile

Permeating

Your entire being
.....heart and soul

With His Peace.

cjp  2016

Gently drifting
downward

Crystalline flakes
blanket all

in glistening white

in silence
profound.

Cynthia Jean

February 2018

I love you
simply

because I have paid the price

you are
simply
Mine

cj 2016

where there is much light
there is much shade
else....there would be
no comfort
to give
.....
..

cynthia jean poems 2.24.2017

sometimes
the words I write
make me
cry

cj 2016

Each day as our trials wash o'er us
We glean the comfort He gives
We yearn for respite from mourning
For His promise
of songs in the night.

8.9.2017
cynthia jean poems

over and over

I'm  sorry

again

what is that

really

?

Cj 2016

the Lord says

stand
at the crossroads

look

ask
for the ancient paths

seek
where the good way is

walk
in it

there

you will find

rest

for your souls....

cj 2016

It's not just the stopping
it's the starting
down
a new path

stopping  
isn't
enough.

Cj 2016

Standing in one's own sunshine
creates shadows
in your life.
Be true to yourself
first
So you can reflect the sun
for others.

<3<3<3

Cj 2016

Listening to
a cacophony
of sounds

joyful
symphonies

warm sweet air

late bloomers arriving
others on the bye

bees and butterflies
at home
harmoniously

drifters
faded leaves
wafting
gently

just for a moment
a quiet
stillness

nature smiles

all sweetness
and peace.

Cynthia Jean
2017

What else are they good for?

Cj 2017 0111

The  true path
the Words wrapped 'round
your heart and mind
'tis freedom
to your
soul.

Cj 2016

Don't believe everything
you hear.
People are being
brainwashed
by the tellers
of tales.
History teaches us
"if a lie is repeated
often enough,
people will believe it."
Let us have
ears to hear,
and eyes that see.
May our ears  and eyes
be open
to the truth.
Not just the tellers
words,
but provable facts.
We must each make an honest
search
for the truth.
Don't
let someone else
do your
thinking
for
you.
May we all
wake
up.

Cynthia Jean
copyright
February 8, 2020