"miry" poems
#*Can it love you like God loves you, with a love that is better than life?
Can it connect you to eternal beauty? Can it save you? Can it redeem you?
Can it lift you out of the miry pit? Can it make you clean enough to finally feel acceptable?
Can it delight your soul to the core? Can it take your breath away with its faithfulness to you? Can it paint both sunrise and sunset across the sky to beckon your attention? Can it cause the breeze to blow and gently caress your cheeks? Can it send hummingbirds and wildflowers across your path to romance your heart? Can it parade before you the starry host and call them each by name?
Can it probe you to the depths and fill you with itself?
Can it rush to your aid riding on the wings of the wind?
Can it satisfy your hunger and thirst with bountiful things?
Can it give to you feet like a deer that you might dance upon the heights?
Can it arrange every detail of your life to draw you and drive you to itself?
Can it pursue you with all the resources of the universe?
Can it know you through and through and still desire you?
Can it raise you up and seat you in the heavenly realms and bless you with every spiritual blessing? Can it supply your every need out of its glorious riches? Can its grace be sufficient for you and its mercy help you in your greatest temptation? Can it pour overflowing comfort into you through all of your troubles? Can it reach down to draw you out of deep waters? Can it set you on an unshakable foundation? Can it bound across the mountains to come to your rescue? Can it make you lie down in green pastures and lead you beside still waters?
Can it walk with you through the darkest wilderness and never leave you or forsake you? Can it carry you when you are weak or have fallen? Can it let you rest between its shoulders when you are weary or burdened?
Can it escort you to heaven’s banqueting table
and spread its banner of love over you?
Can it hide you in the shelter of its wing?
Can it be your daily portion and immerse you in the boundlessness of itself?
Can it clothe you in robes of righteousness and garments of salvation?
Can it give to you praise in exchange for mourning?
Can it bestow on you a crown of beauty for ashes?
Can it turn your wailing into dancing?
Can it flood you with peace like a river?
Can it fill your heart with joy in the worst of afflictions?
Can it know the way to lead you home?
Can it refine you in its fire and bring you forth as gold?
Can it capture you fully even as it sets you fully free?
Can it ever truly be your Everything?*#
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
In a sky, dense dark and grey,
when predators lookout for their prey
squirrels scatter every which way,
leading the path for my stay.
Drops of white pearls,
tear down the pink petals
glittering under the sparkling sun,
with beauty ne’er outdone.
Peeking through nature’s looking glass,
lies a beautiful heart of yellow grass
rests a reservoir of sweet gold,
that inveigle the swarm untold.
All the drizzle and haze
that forged an irrational maze,
ended with what may bring
the spell of fragrant spring.
Now bloomed the bud,
in the mucky miry mud
waiting to be plucked
the florid Hibiscus.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
Lost. Where am I? Cold earth beneath me; bleak, vast, dripping darkness surrounding me. Alone, and lying at the bottom of the Devil's Kettle. I search inside of myself. I am empty. No mettle to stir, nothing inside myself to waken me from this darkness. Drip, drip, goes the saddening darkness enshrouding me. Once I had zeal. It is hard to imagine now. I am a shell, or not at all myself. There is no help. None who know of the black hole in which I lie. And if they did, how could one reach down a hand to lift me up? God! God! God! The One who blessed me with strength, the One who took my strength. Cast me not headlong; lift me up with your victorious right hand. God! God! God! Day upon day I cry out. Day upon day the earth beneath me lifts up. Pain, pain, it washes away, weighted chains are falling loose, He elevates my sunken earth. Until the hole I lie in is no longer a hole, but is level earth in the light of day. Birds twitter, flowers are in bloom, the sun is shining through the trees. My world completely changed; and better than last I was here. Life and new song are inside of me. God! God! God! Out of the miry bog you have rescued me and strengthened me anew. Praise! Praise! Praise! Blessed be your name!
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
There's a virulent disease
inside him. It pervades every
where. It invades him. The
toxic cells exist in every nook
and crevice. He starts wondering
whether his soul and body will
suffice and live through the
brutal treatments that await.
Radiotherapy or chemo. A
part of himself could be lost in the
pomposity and elaborateness
of the machines used to do so.
He lies on the bed, surrounded
by the ostensibly loved ones
who mourn now and who hated
him once. He looks back at
his life and feels that getting
back to his healthy, strong self
is a chimera. Days pass and his
bed is his sanctuary. The reports
from the doctors arrive and he is
all but stationary. He finds the
concept of reports funny. They
determine life and death in a
second and after that, life could
be jubilant or miry with hopelessness.
The reports clearly indicate that
"cancer was not detected". He
scoffs at the elaborate medical
language and sits back and
relaxes, concluding his close
call with death and an emotional mess.
Not letting the intimidation and
sinister nature of the diseases get to him.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Oh Rock! Upon You I build my foothold
Don't let me wander off astray
Tie a knot of a bell on my pleading throat
You who reign over all, King of Old!
Seasick and half dead from the flooding dangers of my vanity
Help! I'm getting ****** down-dry, a slice of my deadly miry pie
You're hand not too short to lend me life anew and of serenity
Oh Endless! Awakened from a dire sleep
I come before Your tireless feet
Bathe in springs of abundant grace
'Til my hands grow tireless toiling the earth for the shade of Your face
Time may move its hands of tricks and deceit
Stagnant pool of smirking clocks
Right before I accept defeat
Stay my hand with everlasting wings
Oh Steadfast! Aiming towards love with eyes so true
To You who deserves where all praise due is due
You look through me, creepy candy coating
Embraced with arms everlasting
Love of which knows no cease
One desire of which heals all disease
Dogs lie await to be fed by the crumbs of You, Purest.
Show me great and mighty things thy mind hast not knowest
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
Life's so unfair,
Tempting and rough.
Prey to despair,
Taunting and tough.
To earn a dime,
She became enslaved;
Becoming crime
Begging to be saved.
Her pains smile,
Her bruises tell tales;
Many miry miles,
So sour it still stales.
One fateful day
She braced her senses,
Then walk'd away
From her own offenses.
She said goodbye
To today from tomorrow;
Ventured into sky
To fly away from sorrow.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 4:09 AM UTC
trough at the very bottom
sticky miry mud
glacial cold slippery red
-blue-mixed-blood
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 9:34 AM UTC
you know its spring
when the chill of winter
releases the song of the finch
with the ripples of joyous paean.
when the robin from her nest
does her up-down dance
on the miry ground in search
of those that creep and crawl
when mud awakens
from its solidified slumber
to splash rampantly about
when children peel layers
to run under the cobalt sky
JCM © 7/10/13
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
There’re are two paths going opposite ways
People travel these paths every day
The first path leads to a place of tears
people who take this path, reflect death like a mirror
Guilt haunts them when they do wrong
The memory of their sin creates a mournful song
People say you can do whatever you please, they say, “Come over here, join us!”
But a wise person knows down that path, people give into their lust
Most people who follow this path, don’t see the dangers around them, But those who truly believe in Christ can see through the fog
For they are the ones pulled out of the miry bog
The second path is thin and narrow
It is thinner than a golden arrow
There are very few who find this path
Those of the world look and laugh
This is the path that leads to life
It is full of danger, hardship and strife
There are trials on this path, it won’t be easy
But that gives no excuse, like the rabbit to be lazy
What’s so great about this path is that someone cares for you when you fall
Through the church, He sends out his gospel call
He is all holy, powerful, and merciful
He is Author of the universe, and Creator of all the people
You must be born again through his holy Son
Who died on the cross – the victory won!
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC
Inspired by writing Psalm 91 in first person
My child, come into the refuge of my arms,
Though danger comes along with life’s harms.
I will protect you and over you sing.
I will tuck you safe under the shadow of my wing.
Cry out to me for I will always hear,
I will pull you in closely my daughter, my dear.
Say to me, “Selah, I trust You despite my fears.”
For I am your deliverer, the one who will wipe away all your tears.
I will save you from the trap of the evil one,
Lift you from the miry pit and teach you again to run.
In a blanket of my love I will wrap you up tight,
Pull you close to my side with tender and might.
My faithfulness will surround you like a shield,
So strong that nothing can penetrate it or make it yield.
I will for you a strong high tower build,
And into it you will come and be healed.
When terrors come in the night you will not be afraid,
For my right hand will uphold what it has made.
Trials will come at you in broad noon day,
But do not fear for I guard your every way.
People will fall all around in your sight,
They will be taken away, struck down in the fight.
But you I will uphold in the darkest of night,
Because you make me smile and bring me great delight.
My ear hears your every pain and groan,
You will be untouched from all danger at the foot of my throne.
Enter and find rest in my safety zone,
And be certain that I will never leave you alone.
You will only look with your eyes and see the wicked fall,
For you I will carry out on my shoulders tall.
I, the Most High, am your strong fortress wall,
Let me be your all in all.
I have sent my angels to look after your precious face,
They will guard your steps and lead you into the right place.
You will not strike your foot in a wrong space,
For I’m looking out for you in my loving grace.
You will cross through valleys deep,
And climb mountains steep.
I will be your lead in every circumstance,
You will never be out of my glance.
Call my name and I will answer you so,
Pick you up when you are low.
For I love you a lot, don’t you know?
You’re my delight and cause my heart to glow.
My promise to you is a long life,
And even though you will encounter grief and strife.
My salvation you will see,
And with you I will always be.
Never forget it is you whom I love,
For you’re my precious creation from above!
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
Last night, after I had lain down, I lied.
I sat, saturnine, basking in incandescent rays
Which impinged upon the back of my eyelids
Like the warmth of her smile.
I lay in the miry blankets and in myself,
Allowing the weight of my mind to wisp away
With slender traces of white smoke.
The room dissolved around me with the bar beneath my tongue.
I laughed.
Three years had passed since the last time I was truly happy,
But, still, I laughed. If only for a moment,
I had found a place where quotidian pressures couldn’t follow.
Unfortunately, it was only a moment before a thought occurred:
None of this is real.
Or, perhaps, this was the only part of my life that was real,
That is real.
Maybe the scripted days spent toiling away
Behind the particle-board walls of my cubicle are the dream—
A recurring nightmare.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
"America, the beautiful," you once were said to be.
Where men would fight to keep this place the land of brave and free.
But now instead these men that fight are left so far behind
They are pushed way to the back, out of sight out of mind.
It is my hope that by the end of this you'll see,
Although they fought with courage we are all but free.
America, America, upon which God's grace had shone
With liberty and justice for all, where'er the flag was flown.
But now there is another flag that mocks God in his face
What is now a symbol of sinful lusts was once that of God's grace.
And now no longer do we have what's called a home of liberty
For where is justice in the killing of the unborn, this I just can't see.
America, once beautiful, so far you've come since then
You did your best to play the act, but forgot your lines again.
You tried so hard to conquer hate, by making laws to call it crime
Our courts are full of useless debates that in the end just waste our time.
We sit and act like nothing's wrong, as if we're clean and pure
We breathe our last so painfully, yet still reject the cure.
America, America, where will the line be drawn?
Or will you slowly crumble into the fading dawn?
You say if done for love then it's all fair and good,
That these sinners are all just simply misunderstood.
But what about the ****** or the *********
Everything they do still brings themselves a crooked, ***** smile.
America, so sick with sin, or do you still not see,
Our country has been littered with gross ***********
You fill the minds of all the kids with things they should not see,
Showing your approval to things that should not be.
You now begin to act like you for them know what is best.
Forcing rules in all the schools and claiming parents as the pest.
America, America, will there be hope for you one day?
Will there be a time at last when you hear the truth we say?
To you who are no longer sick, to whom the cure He gave,
Will you let this country fall into it's miry grave?
Will you not help to guide the shot, nor correct their aim?
Will you not choose to take a stand and with one voice proclaim:
“America! America! May God's grace to you be shown!
May you return His truth, into the land we call our home!”
America, so beautiful, you can someday become,
When the fight to stand for Truth, becomes a battle won.
7/12/13
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Luck is lost in my life
The only will to live has died
I failed
Nothing more matters to me
All hope is finally gone
I've failed......I've failed so hard
Now I cross the gates of the graveyard
Directed by the grey funeral fog
I follow the mournful congregation
The rain begins
The rain out of my eyes
Drowned in a million tears
A hole with a casket
Slowly filled with the miry soil
Tortured by the loss
All these memories
My head explodes
All I gave
All I gave for YOU
All I've done
All I said
I said for YOU
You are the one I will miss forever
Your feelings have died
Nothing holds me alive now
Not any more
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
Stepped into darkness
Walked off the pier
Fell into the abyss
Slid into the mere.
Was I lost or just being found
As I slid from the miry ground
Was all going to end
Or beginning once again?
Who knows I thought
As I flew into the mist.
When life hits me broadside
When a nose-dive I take
It might not be a choice
And not a mistake
Falling could be a handle
To access the well of life
When I get real thirsty
While I get super tired.
The answers are way up high
and way down below
When I cry in the night
And fly through the air
To places that are unknown
To where I don’t dare.
I might get some answers
and Maybe I’ll grow
It’s all of my journey
One day I will know.
Lift up from the slip
It’s just another step.
—
Slips
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
mientras encerrado en celda de aislamiento mío, un serafín vino y me salvó, del infierno de barro mío, y mientras ella me salvó, y me sacó del pozo de la mina ..... me di cuenta de que estaba allí todo el tiempo ... como su Quedo a la espera para mí venir conseguir ...
( Spanish tongue)
(English tongue)
Whilst locked away,in mine isolation cell, a seraphim came and saved me, from mine miry hell, and whilst she saved me, and pulled me from mine pit..... I realized she was there all along... as her I await for me to come get...
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
The gentle monsoon breeze carrying fragrance of earth and the rustling of the plants
Blow away my my mind's dust and moist the brain with their chants
Even then the stubborn heart steals few moments to persuade and follow the music of poised waves
That just raises and falls of the river flowing behind my house and it drives
My heart desires to stamp my feet on the wet miry sands
The crimson firmament of twilight spreading its orchestral band
Just enthuse sanguinity of joy creeping like the rays of sun rise
And my imaginations gallop floating around the peninsula of mind
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 3:49 AM UTC
I'm existing,
Yet not living,
I'm resisting,
Due to the despair of being hurt!
I'm restless
Panic disorder
I have a wish list
Yet only seek a queen of other borders
I'm lonesome
I'm miry
I'm ghostsome
A hopeless romantic who still hast hope!
Such a paradox eh?
I'm searching
Yet needeth one close
A phone call even
A loving host!!
I'm young
I'm oldened in time
I'm relic,
(Hopeless romantic) reads as mine sign!!
Route "9"
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
In the miry pit,
On floor six of hell,
God was in the midst,
Of mine fiery cell...
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
"I know its not easy... and I know having to constantly put up this fisade or act to me and to the world is slowely consuming you...
But know I see you... I see the real you. Under the muck and miry clay of this pit... I see you.
I know its growing to much for you. I know its not easy and its not going to get much easier anytime soon. But I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. If you prayed for a point of stability to hold you together. Well its arrived. Didn't come with a pretty bow and it sure has some dents and bruises. But its yours. We will work at it... everyday...
Will get better..."
A.C.V
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
THE WORLD STIR
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
When healing drops of Heaven’s elixir
Drop down upon Earth,
Beauty speaks of Delight of Being
And Brown breathes an exhilratingmirth;
Let the sublime silence of the sky
Meet not the furore of the miry filth,
And let night go without end
Though darkness seems to exist.
A serene tranquility trembles within the
Tremulous expanse of the occult space,
An iodolon of ecstasy soon
Retraces its long lost forgotten steps;
The nascent air is now vibrant with
The message of the incommunicable breeze,
An illimitable joy from the Kingdom of Bliss
Seeks its spectacular release.
The solitary clairvoyant writes
His message in inaccessible heights,
The memory’s archive soon opens
Its pages of formidable foresight;
The desolate despondency is in the soul within
Still, there is magnificent melancholy rapture-clad,
The lightening freedom bares its *****
To make the lone explorer extravagantlymad.
The miracle of mystery unfolds the secrecy
Of the unlocked chapter of the divine play,
The inner audience is the only witness
The appeal of the Ineffable opens its doorway,
The effulgence of a thousand suns
Emerges from the abysmal darkness’ depth,
The moonlit marvel raises alarm
Alas! Ony the stars are wide awake!
It is only in the awakening of your Soul,
The illusory world game disappears
In the purest Consciousness
Beyond Body, Mind and Spirit
In an enlightening Wisdom
You do reach the supreme human Goal.
(Dated 9th June 2021)
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 12:28 PM UTC