"heavenlies" poems
Christian, seek not yet repose,
Cast thy dreams of ease away;
Thou art in the midst of foes:
Watch and pray.
Canaan has for thee been won,
Christ triumphant led the way;
In His might possess thine own!
Watch and pray.
In the heavenlies see that land,
Satan would thine entrance stay;
Thou against his wiles must stand:
Watch and pray.
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*As it is brought towards completion
the boat, through my interaction
with it, out on the lake
will then make possible the access
to fish that I, up till now
have only dreamt of
The fish are the fire.. descended
down from the heavenlies--
made available solely
through the fineries.. restored
back in to wholeness in part
through the value I first saw in it
when in its primitive, used and
unfairly treated and uncared for, form..
But it was the deep love for that form
that helped give the vessel its access
back into the restoration of its
own, true glory..
And now, all alone--
out on the lake with it
it brings me access in to
places and magical depths until now
only thought of and dreamt about
as that which exists only, in heaven..
It is the vessel's motor, now fully restored
that brings the boat and I together
out on to the lake
but it is the boat's very uniqueness
within it's own natural state of beauty
that helps to give me access into the magic
that lay currently undisturbed
deep in that glorious lake's depths
The boat has always carried within it
the rarest of gifts
and somewhere buried in my deep
love for it.. those gifts, while out on
the lake with it, will make themselves known
to me as we together find those fish
that so beautifully represent, this..
the Holiest of all fires.
Those trophy fish are the magical moments
that up until now, lay dormant,
swimming far away from current distractions
of the every day, mundane
accessible only through the restorative process
and one's love of it's rare and magical beauty
It sometimes feels as if all of heaven is
waiting. (I know I am insane to talk this way..)
I truly do love that boat.
When I am out on the lake with it,
every difficult moment will be so very
worth it all to me. That is the joy I get
from the giving of myself into it's
much needed and fully deserved, restoration.
. . . .
You will not sit out there,
so all alone--
weathering, out there somewhere
in the corner of the shipyard. If that is
the case, and that is your current fear..
I know that you will find a way to
make yourself find-able by me. The
greatest tragedy of all would be for a
vessel of your unique and rare beauty,
to die off all alone--
unloved..
scuttled, by the wind.
The energy that was meant for you is
now, going into the boat.
--tho I can certainly do both.*
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Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 3:26 PM UTC
Happy birthday doesn't seem to suffice
When the one you love is all so nice
So here's a poem from my heart
Hope it reaches yours though oceans apart
Bless the day when you were born
When angels sang and heaven was forlorn
Losing you was not their aim
But the time was ripe, all the same
Tears were shed in the heavenlies
Your mates up there threw you a gathering
I was there and feeling sad
You said don't worry, I'll find you, yet!
That was some decades ago
And here we are found and found
Elliot York was to be born
To create HP, so we no longer need to mourn
Almost a year, oh what a ride
is it amazing, that we're still out of sight
visions of future laughter furnishes my nights
my days are not so bad with you as my guide
wishing you well and wishing you gain
wisdom and wealth and hopes and dreams
Four plus nine is not so young
only a little while more and we'll both be done
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
It's time to leave the shadow
To high high power in the heavenlies
We are power of the Power in power
Bringing down walls of Darkness
At the darkest hour of uncertainties
Let's wear garment of victory
With hallelujah voices in decibels
We are sure of victory at dawn
The night is defeated already
See the oak of darkness falling
And sun of glory in luminous glory
Thanks for ocean of testimonies
Our strength is in the Glory
Our faith in the Faith never fail
Bringing down walls of Darkness
As glory roaring in glory for the Glory!
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 2:45 AM UTC
Nothing to give, I offered my nothing for the something you gave to be given.
Forged in the fiery furnace of creation, creating creativity to create and enliven;
Not to be horded and hidden, guarded in greed, ensconced in my darkened soul,
But as gifted gift, to be gifted, like the lighted flame not concealed under bowl.
But I’m walking this street,
And hearing the beat
Of the heart of every one I meet.
And I’m seeing the hands,
Of the wandering bands
Of empty souls with no demands.
Gift offered, none to receive,
Love given, none believe
And so tired and weary, I grieve.
Sun-baked land, dry with no rain and for rain I begged to quench my thirst.
Stirred from the heavenlies, then sweet water of Life you sent and submersed,
But not my burning only to quench, but quench the burning of others so dry,
As you rained to be rain, you flow to flow through me, healing balm to apply.
But I’m walking this street,
And I’m hearing the beat
Of the hearts of every one I meet.
And I’m seeing the hands,
Of the wandering bands
Of empty souls with no demands.
Gift offered, none to receive,
Love given, none believe
And so tired and weary, I grieve.
Everything you have given me, then, I give back to you, all for nothing more.
Consumed in the fiery furnace of oblivion, to walk through death’s dark door,
Crushed and crucified on this blood-soaked cross I lifted up and chose to carry,
And yet does your voice drift in on the wind, “What I give you I do not bury.”
But I’m walking this street,
And I’m hearing the beat
Of the hearts of every one I meet.
And I’m seeing the hands,
Of the wandering bands
Of empty souls with no demands.
Gift offered, none to receive,
Love given, none believe
And so tired and weary, I grieve.
And will you hear me and relieve?
Your mercy now give to receive,
And your love new life to weave?
... as I darkly walk this street
... hearing the forlorn beat
... of every empty heart I meet.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
A moment in eternity way back before your eyes could see a flash of light began a spark that later would become your heart.
Not flesh and bone but more than that - ..collision of an artifact... a supernova seismic blast - echos of an ancient past.
Set into motion suddenly - shot forth with much intensity then captured rather gracefully and channeled through the galaxy.
A life began down here on earth a mother, father, and a birth. A newborn baby came to be but always was but now can see.
A birth of pain and agony began the life that was to be life's first breath - and eyes wide open beginnings of a path now spoken.
The silent thread of the heavenlies woven through the complexities a heartbeat like a symphony looking for it's melody.
An inward ache for what once was, a silent gaze towards up above a need for all that used to be, a return to the place of "still" and "free".
Life began and quickly changed a challenge to remain the same. A fight to stay the course at hand a thousand reasons not to stand.
Body frail, heartbeat weak, emotions wander and we cease - to speak of things that used to matter, but instead begin to chatter mindlessly - replacing ecstasy with mundane complacency.
Rise again and find the place where heart and soul and mind embrace. Begin again and never settle - fight the fight to win the battle.
The battle of the mind and soul the struggling to keep it whole - the sacredness of integrity up against humanity.
Surround yourself with light and love and beauty like the stars above. Stay away from all that tangles and the hatred as it strangles.
Be a beacon in the dark, offer peace to broken hearts, share a smile and a tear and do it from a place - where fear no longer has control but light and love are free to grow.
Karis Joy Lmt
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
Above the clouds the ocean flows,
where it goes no one knows,
Angels descending on cavalries,
souls ascending to the heavenlies;
"Away from us" the sinners cry,
"sing to us a lullaby",
"away with the counsel from the throne",
"we will live our lives on our own";
visit not the old cemetery,
the living has left such territory,
He now rides an elegant horse,
the earth trembles at his voice;
The broad way has led men to a place,
Of pain, rejection and disgrace,
the narrow way has paid after all,
happy are they who answered the masters call.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC
Each hour
passes as in a day.
First,
second,
third
it began.
Now,
Saturday,
soon Friday again.
If only the dreaded days
are kinder,
less hostile
to the mind.
If only
memories fill pages - -
A trip, a nightout,
a conversation
while traversing
unknown streets at night.
But days have become
prayers uttered
with every breath,
with nights far longer
and more threatening
in one's isolation.
I think about the city lights
as souls.
Do not die out, do not die out,
I cry into the night.
My breath I lift up
as incense to the Sky.
I pray for flickers
that are not consumed.
I ask for less stars
in the heavenlies
and more hopeful
ones in the Metro.
I poke at Venus now.
I tell her:
Dispense your warmth.
Let it glow within us.
She is beauty
but she mocks.
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
My emotions are explosive.
My pretenses are relegated
to the depths.
I cannot my feelings
anymore conceal.
Let me come in and
share your heavenlies
and tumults with you.
Tomorrow never comes.
Let me this day your
swift response hear.
Or else in suspense
I'll live and die
countless before the
much awaited moment.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
(Psalm of Purpose.)
Lord of all things—
Great and small;
Master of masters,
And Ruler of all.
Let the mountains
Echo with ecstasy,
And the hills joyfully
Ring with glee.
Let the lilies dance
In all their grace,
And the angels humbly
Cover their face.
Let the sea roar
With thunderous praise.
And the locust's chirp
Be heavenward raised.
Let the cry of the cheetah,
And the lion's shout,
Be heard in the heavenlies
Round about.
Let the hum of the bee
And the bird's sweet tone,
Ascend before
The life-giving throne.
For all were made
Of one mighty hand—
Divinely fashioned
For his perfect plan.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC