Hilda

Dec 2015

Тадеус

Garden bower of summer
light and shade within thick leaves
now lay on the ground.
When time stood still in lovely spring
flowers bloomed, now dormant lay.
Waiting through cold ice
again to greet spring.

Dec 2015

Cecil Miller

But, Not For All

See the emblem waving
Proudly, touted in the sky.
We walk among our brethren.
We recourse, resource the reason why.

All, in trepidation...
We cry out for separation.
Could it be our own downfall,
Equality, but not for all -

But, not for all?

Citizens of the nation,
Before humanitarians,
First comes clicks of locking doors.
Equality does not endure.

A man of any land should be my brother.
The whole earth, to us, our mother.
Could it be our own downfall,
Equality, but not for all -

But, not for all?

See the burden being carried
High upon laden backs,
Tautly stretched, with shoulders bending.
Each fear the other will attack.

The words have been the same,
But for intent that's not their own.
For too long, have we been believed.
Equality is just for some -

Is just for some.

Freedom is only for the free.
The lines that keep the captives buckling,
The doors that keep them let them go.
They have no where to escape.

Always there is tyranny
For the landless refugee.
He is no man as worthy as you.
Equality is just for some -

Is just for some.

All the lessons that teach us to love
The home of brave and free
Are based on notions that could not be true,
If all are not the same as you.

And, are they not the same as we,
Who are decorating for our holidays.
Living in our plentitude,
Singing songs of charity and caring -

Charity and Caring?

Gifts are given and received.
Do we remember the lessons taught
About the kind of men we are,
When another is in need?

Do they not rate the same concern
As the presents and the tree,
As we pray in Holy Spirit,
Singing songs of charity and caring -

Charity and caring?

See the emblem waving
Proudly, touted in the sky.
We walk among our brethren.
We recourse, resource the reason why.

All, in trepidation...
We cry out for separation.
Could it be our own downfall,
Equality, but not for all -

But, not for all?

This may not make a lot of people happy, but what I have been seeing a lot of on social media is beyond me. We have been better humans that we have been, before.
I don't think I've ever wished a poem I write make the top of the heap as much as this one. I think it is the most important piece I've ever written.

#not #for #but #song #equality #all #miller #cecil

Dec 2015

Robert Blankenship

Never A Dad(10word)

Wishing
I
Had
Something
Kind
To
Write
About
My
Father

Dec 2015

Eddie Starr Love Poetry

Prayer For Those Whom Are Desperate Now

Father I know not where everyone heart is now but you do.
Help those whom are hurting , and are ready to give up now.
Rescue those whom are desperate and need your guiding hand.
To rescue them from their situation that are pulling them down.
Help all whom are in need of something this very moment God
Be there for everyone that needs your support , help them to stand.
I pray all of this in the Name of Jesus our God and Savior Amen.

Dec 2015

Alyssa Underwood

Wrestling at Peniel

It's at the point of desperation that the soul finds its deepest desire,
and in that desire lies everything of which true life is made.
Perhaps the first and central question concerning surrender
ought not to be, “What am I willing to give to God?”
but “What am I willing to receive from Him?”

For it's only in the realization that I have nothing to give Him and
He has everything to give me that true humility and surrender come.
If I would simply receive all He offers me and let Him fill me up
I would have no room in my hands to hold onto anything else.
But how often it is that we won't receive it until everything else is lost.

It's the secret and inexpressible dreams of the soul
which are the hardest things of all to let go and the last to go.
When they are finally gone we have nothing left to run to but Him,
and when we do we find that He is the beginning,
the end and the center of every secret dream.

Ah, blessed Peniel—that mysterious and holy ground
where heartache collides head-on with romance,
that deep and shadowed land where we struggle
with God and with men and we overcome,
that painful yet glorious place which we may leave limping
with a wrenched hip but we do not care, for we have seen God’s face—
like Jacob, may we not pass you by without being forever changed.

~~~

#idolatry #humility #growth #change

Dec 2015

Eddie Starr Love Poetry

My Prize

Its not silver nor gold, but to share an conversation with you.
While we are dining at the Feast of the Saints in heaven above.
My desire is not to get so many prizes from our Creator above.
But it is to see and hear all that Christ has done for you here.
At the Feast of the Saints when we meet in the heavens above.
For we shall have all eternality to share with one another.
The things that he has done for each of us , this is my prize.
To hear that each of you are joining me in the next life.
For my heart is for people not material things that get throw away.