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Seema Oct 2017
Secrets buried in my heart
As my deep eyes tend to speak
Am an angel from the past
That everyone is trying to seek

Lost in this world of fools
Struggling to free my wings
Breaking all the divine rules
As my fears draws within

My wings freed but torn apart
I kneel to summon my powers
To revive me from the start
While dropping down from the towers

Magical stardust sprinkles on my wings
The moon at its peak full on beam
Rays of spectrum surrounds like rings
Pouring the magic like a flowless stream

New wings and a crown on my head
Sets a sparkle in this dark night
A joy of praise, I gracely send
As I am ready to take my new flight...

©sim
Spilling imagination :)
Ana Aug 2017
Come hear the bells ring three times in a row
Around the corner, there are streaks of gold
Flash those eyes, the only temple I know
You are the church that's a blessing so bold

Holy is your touch that melts all the pain
I pray to the heavens to sing your name
Angels are the choir to cry like the rain
Your lips or your nape, I worship the same

Bow to the altar wherein you are saved
Like the ark Noah made to save all lives
To your mighty temple, these vows I made
I shall cover your neck with all these knives

I praise and worship the church you are in
You're the church in which I want to begin
Dallas Aug 2017
I come before you now and I lay down at your feet
I come before you now with the weight of this day
I come before you now in Humble praise and joyful Adoration
I come before you now to show honor and thanksgiving

I praise you for your goodness and for another day of living
I praise you for your love and mercy brand new every sunrise
I praise you for your grace and peace that stills my restless soul
I praise you for the gifts you give and blessings from my life's role

I sit at your feet and listen to all you have to say
You walk by my side and give me the spirit to illuminate my way
I sit at the table and take in the great feast and try to go out and to share with the least

I lay down my burdens my stresses my troubles and tears
You raise me up with strength and peace give me rest and quiet my fears
I lay my heart before you bruised, broken and unclean
You lift my eyes towards Heaven and to yourself bruised and broken so I could be redeemed

I fight surrender even though surrendering is the only way to win the fight
I don't let go of the chains that bind me
When you don't let me go and I cling to the one who sets me free
I don't trust you enough to completely be open
But you can be trusted completely, trust me, I know

With all of my faults I try to run away and hide
But you love me the same and run to me to bring me by your side
How great this love that I don't deserve
It's painfully obvious how much you love us if we stop to observe!
Written at St. Patrick's Catholic Church at Adoration tonight
Mary-Rose H Aug 2017
"The Lord appeared to us in the past, saying: 'I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving kindness.'"

These words,
recorded in faithfulness
t   h  o   u   s   a   n   d   s
of years ago,
reach a hand
through time to
strike a tuning fork
against my soul,
setting praise
ringing
inside me.
I tremble with
energy
which urges me
to shout, sing, dance, cry, compose, raise my hands in the air,
or simply fall to my knees
in awe of Him;
Saviour,
Father,
Lord-

the ever-present
c
a
n
d
l
e
on my darkest days-
the unfaltering needle
pointing me to
true north
when
a hundred different opinions
clamour for my ear-
the unending ocean
of grace
and forgiveness
in times when I seem to make
nothing
but wrong decisions-
the magnanimous provider
of exactly what I
need,
though I've done
nothing to deserve it.

The one and only
Lord,
who can name each
and every star,
is
somehow
also the one
who whispered "temple"
in the ear of
a hurting
and lonely girl
to remind her
that she is precious, beloved, irreplaceable, sacred, held dear, and never,
never* alone.
It is this
indescribable,
uncontainable,
amazing God
to whom I will be
grateful
for
e
         t
                 e
                         r
                                  n
                                            i
                                                    t
          ­                                                   y
for loving me
with an everlasting love,
and drawing me
with His loving kindness.

Amen.
Jeremiah 31:3
Seema Aug 2017
While receiving the daily alms
From houses far and near
A blind beggar walked passed
Wiping off his sweat and tear

As he neared the temple steps
To praise and thank the gods
The people laughed at him
Leashing out hurtful words

Some sitting on the steps
Taunted him of being blind
"O' blindman you can not see god"
"How will he accept your praise of kind"


"If I can't see, he who sits on the shrine"
"It's totally fine to pay my respect"
"Atleast my god can see me if I can't"
"And like you, he will never reject!"


I watched the entire scene silently,
Of the people with the same beliefs
A blind can not offer praise
Coz his doings are based on griefs

How meek and judged, the people are
Believing in everything they see
Hearing people preach of god
Forget that god resides in you and me...

©sim
Seema Aug 2017
When "Ayenik" the hermit  
Travelled towards the pilgrimage,
Heard he nothing except the praises
Of gods and other sages.

However, the praises got silent,
As he neared another townshire;
There, people were only talking,
Of money and their desire.

For the hand that writes this poem;
Every town and city marks its own;
Where materialities are famous,
And god is unknown!

©sim
Vox Populi - the opinions or beliefs of the majority.
Seema Jul 2017
I lifted my hands
To sing praise to the lord God
The thunder roared, all
of a sudden, providing
The beats, to my tuneless song

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7
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