"sanctifies" poems
*Man and woman, though different
Are equal in the eyes of God.
inexplicable though true but still
Unacceptable for some perhaps
Man is the highest of all creations
Woman is the most sublime of all Ideals.
God made for a man a throne,
for a woman an altar.
the throne exalts,
The altar sanctifies.
Man is the brain.
woman is the heart.
The brain fabricates light while
The heart produces love.
light fecunds,
Love resuscitates.
Man is the code.
Woman is the gospel.
The code corrects
As the gospel perfects.
Man is the genius while
Woman is the angel.
The genius is undefinable
And the angel is immeasurable.
Man is strong in reason
but woman is invincible in her tears.
Reason convinces the most stubborn
Just as tears soften the hardest of mortals.
Man is the ocean
And the woman is the lake.
The ocean has it's pearls that adorn;
The lake has its poems that dazzle.*
***Man stands where the earth ends;
And woman where heaven begins.***
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Eternally accepted in God’s Son,
His righteousness now credited to me,
I’m pardoned, justified, set fully free.
By grace through faith, hesed is ne’er undone.
No merit of myself on which to stand,
my works of flesh and law won’t favor earn.
But God Himself in Christ, I’d finally learn,
had satisfied each holy, just demand.
And by same grace through faith that justifies,
Christ’s working out His righteousness in those,
by covenant before the world, He knows,
e’er keeps, upholds, protects and sanctifies.
Because in Jesus Christ I am approved,
from trusting in His love I’ll not be moved.
Jun 13, 2022
Jun 13, 2022 at 1:51 PM UTC
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It is a lonesome Glee—
Yet sanctifies the Mind—
With fair association—
Afar upon the Wind
A Bird to overhear
Delight without a Cause—
Arrestless as invisible—
A matter of the Skies.
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Satin-textured shamrock flower,
whose eyes chrome the seas
of the faded cushioned theatre seats,
with their sparkling, piercing power--
You,
saunter sprightly up and down,
lyrical laughter over-bounds,
in quick-timing
to the taste
of your Irish school-girl ways.
We take time enough to see,
those livid, lush-red cheeks,
*(ripe, rose-blushed every time
as you savour sweet the wine)*
that sanctifies
your softly senses,
sans pretenses,
whereon your wings of
wonder float and fly.
Scented, tactile spirit-showers,
all the joy we need,
as the stage-light's haunting beam,
Sheers the magic of this hour--
You,
lightly lift us off the ground,
set us oh, so softly down
upon those rhyming wisps of air
that caress your auburn hair.
Now, I, a poor poet,
upon this paper
play
pleasing poetics of your praise,
whilst the ink upon these lines,
dries far faster than the tears
falling
from my wistful, yearning eyes
in exaltation of
your Wings of Wonder Ways.
Jun 4, 2010
Jun 4, 2010 at 2:20 AM UTC
Marriage sanctifies ***
*** consummates marriage.
But why prefer *** before marriage,
is there one or more reasons to consider?
Virginity:
Maybe its still men's quest,
a priority test for him as the best.
So that the mating could be marked,
as something worth experience to take.
Sensuality:
The best part in *** is sensuality,
that each mate could get from ***
The manner a partner performs well,
is much desired by almost hot lovers.
Sexuality:
Science could enhance state of sexuality,
cosmetology can recreate the transformation.
By *** before marriage a person can discern,
is the smart way to test the true lover's affinity.
Compatibility:
****** compatibility excites much pleasure,
Aside from love it is where both are in tune.
And to know what degree of zest it can set,
through *** before marriage is the gauge.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
*“I think I must be incapable in properly saying
That which honors the concern you show me.”
With that she placed her hand in his and in her
Best broken French she continued….
“Marcherez-vous avec moi avalez-vous mon chemin?”
(Will you walk with me my way?)
He replies, “Naturellement fe veux mon cher.”
(Naturally I will my dear.)
There is a time when a virtuous convention,
Once created betwixt a woman and a man,
Sanctifies even those most private of walks.
This walk being as it was – in the dusk of the evening
Had within it their roads laid out the same way.
Hand in hand in a shared silence both of them
Admiring the sky’s crimson closing.
With a small tribute to such as this toward virtue
He felt her cold fingers clutch together in his and
Just then she broke the daunting silence asking,
“La beauteu ciel est-elle suelement vue par ceux
qui choisissent de la partager?”
(Is the sky’s beauty only seen to those who choose to share it?)
His answer, “ Pas plus que l’amour, moncher. Pour garder
de lui est juste comme imutile. – Quel but est-il eoins
qui ‘il soit partage.”
(No more than love - for the keeping of it is just as useless.
Of what possible purpose is it unless it is shared?)
She seemed much affected with what he had said giving it a low sigh.
He was incapable of inquiring after the sigh so
He said nothing more ‘til they came to the corner of
Tomorrows' Road and Yesterdays' Pass.
That was where they were to part today.
Waiting for the path to clear he asked, “Est-ce
Que je dois vous server le reste de la mania?”
(Shall I attend you the rest of the way?)
She replied first with a look to his hand
And then to his eyes, “Pas du tout, monsieur.
Vous pouvez cependant me server toute la manua.”
(Not at all, sir. You may however attend me all the way.)
With this he seemed to loose his French verbs for a time
And it was not until they were steadfast alone in her
Bungalo that any French returned.
Yet the French that returned said not a single word.
She was most capable though the question
She answered was never asked.
If he had to have asked he would have asked,
“Cue ferai-je avec vous ?
Devrais-je vous aimer de tout mon cœur ?
Je crois que dans la route que nous prenons,
il cause l'intersection d'entre nous..”
Only the little French in her knows…..*
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
The silent surrender of sacrifice
Can sever the soul's inner pride
Can quench the thirst for suicide
of a secretly smoldering love inside
Can cure the sickening sound of sorrow
******* the life from today and tomorrow
Can show the side that sanctifies
and sweetens others' lonely lives
Can save the stricken who always hide
the last core of sanity deep inside
Can slowly but surely open the eyes
of fools and fakes who cauterize
and burn the good from all our lives
the sullen soldiers of sacred lies
who fight a war for no one's side
and wish for nothing otherwise
a slient surrender from sacrifice.
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 10:42 AM UTC
There's no reason
To suffer loss.
Jesus died at such a cost.
Go to His feet
Upon the cross
Be refined.
Remove the dross.
Though by the waves
You're turned & tossed
It is horrendous
To be lost.
You endure and wonder why.
You suffer storms
And glowering skies
You see your loved ones
Leave & die.
You think you're free...
It's all a LIE
All the while
You weep & cry
Life is short
It's just a sigh...
Why have this hardship
All for naught?
Things aren't pointless
As you're taught!
Try to give this
Poem thought...
If you're born of God
You have a choice
Hear this message!
Hear my voice!
Forsake transgression
Every vice
You may want to
Read this twice.
We're beset by enemies
Who will do
Just as they please
We may burn
We may freeze
We may get sick
To cough & wheeze
We are beset
By some disease
But there's a mindset
And it FREES!
I'm talking now
To those elect
I hope it is
Of some effect
It will help in all respects!
Satan's power is inept!
You are GOD'S
And you are kept.
If you are His
You are His prize!
Don't listen to
All Satan's lies
Be circumspect
Be ye wise
Know God's power
Sanctifies
You will endure
All kinds of trials
Burning flames
High & wild!
God's not always
Soft & mild
He will chastise
A wayward child!
For that furnace
Burning flames
Burns the dross from
Those ashamed
This is no joke!
It's not a game!
You have God's calling...
BLESS HIS NAME!
He will heat you
Young or old
He will heat you
Weak or bold
He will *refine you
Just like gold.*
But there's a purpose
To the pain
To this fate we are constrained
So our love cannot be feigned!
But
*He catches tears
Which fall like rain...*
Of this fact you can be sure.
It will help you to endure.
He wants His Bride
To be pure.
When he sees
Your metal shine
Pure of body... Pure of mind
And to your mirror
He's inclined
He will see your
Beauty. Grace.
Because He'll see
HIS PERFECT FACE.
SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/31/2017
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
In the shadows of death I did not know …Yet I found a written letter that held a latter towards divinity. Upon a glace the letter burned my life from ignorance into the sinful ashes of reality. Empty and full of transgressions my mind was now incapable of unknowing the difference between darkness and light. So I climbed towards a lost eternity mapped within my heart. Alas my hands always slipped from a body worn down to the limits of a mind trapped in the flesh of effort. This latter condemned me through the letter written by a God that by definition I could never see or touch. The light of the Law shines bright on our sins while leaving yet another shadow on our shadows. In the darkest of darkest a Morning Star rises to climb the latter!! Drenched in anger the shadows tore the latter apart and fashioned it’s pieces into a cross. In perfection the Morning Star willingly came in the dimmest hours to redeem the shadows destined for an infinite nightfall. God’s Son came as a man and climbed the latter as one of us---For us He died and rose by the power of the Holy Spirit A Spirit which he left to carry us to which we could never climb. Jesus knew your sins and suffered your punishment to bring you safely to the Father. The Laws of the Bible are not a climb to Heaven like most think. They are instead a humbling reminder to us of the inevitable transgressions which we all could not escape. By the cross we were redeemed and given a Spirit that builds a relationship of eternity bathed in the blood of righteousness…The Laws can now bring light to salt reborn to reject sin not as a way to Heaven but as a path to a confession that sanctifies us closer to our Savior. All because we want to know Him more and more….May we love as we have been loved and use the law for what the law is for. Spread the Word………Jesus
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
The line between courage and cowardice has been blurred.
Perched on a cliff of confidence, we sit.
Looking at cowardice below.
How absurd that none recognize the danger which may await.
We utter words which we do not truly think,
Misguided by the thoughts of others, we talk.
Looking like fools, we write our own thoughts in invisible ink.
How ridiculous that none speak that which they feel, but instead let the thoughts of others dictate.
So who will break the chain?
Stepping out of line, we are changed.
Looking nothing like the over-confident fool we once were.
How strange that we now boldly preach the message which sanctifies and saves.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
Here I find myself
In a semblance of an assembly
A spineless lizard
Lazing with a sheet
He tells me sweet acrimonies
About balancing his shelves
Appoints himself a wizard
Over anybody else
Tells me of obligations
Within a life on parole
Upholds his occupation
In an insulated hole
Bestows us something he don’t hold
And demands we give it back
Sanctifies the mold
That is soon to shape our tracks
Hollow hands for thankless kings
That pull no gratitude
He wears a tune he doesn’t sing
Dares to worry of our food
He patronizes a choir
He grasps the open sea
And says “I have the fist of salt
That will lead to unity”
Coddles us like Cain
Treats this brick like a stable
Life doesn’t drive in lanes
Elastic minds are able
If you’ve gone to deride us
You wear it on your form
Don’t brave an iron suit
You don our skin, Norm
You read your your books on nature
You’re bred to expect rain
Yet waste a breath to nurture
Some other person’s reigns
Dread a life that keeps you well-
Beholden to the rule:
That life is tethered to a bell
Engulfed in packless mules
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
**There is a Shepherd Who is searching,
Seeking to share the lost,
Rich in His mercy He's pleading ,
Faithful to uttermost.
Weary and heavy laden,
Jesus has borne your burden,
Freely He'll grant you pardon,
He lives for evermore .
There is a Healer most mighty,
Able to hear your cry,
Satan doth fear the Almighty,
His works doth God defy,
Christ bore your ev'ry sickness,
Carried Himself your weakness,
Lean on His love and goodness,
Court on His faithful Word.
Great is the Spirit of promise,
Sent from the throne above,
Sanctifies you for His service,
Labour of dying love,
Jesus is Lord and Master,
Reigns in you now -- hereafter,
Comforter sent from Father,
His love perfecteth you.
When the Lord comes for His chosen,
Clothed in His glory bright,
Will you be fit for His heaven,
Meant for His saints in light?
Sweetly they lisp the warning,
Soon is the day approaching ,
When there'll be no more night.
Christ is the Lord of all Heaven,
Far above all enthroned ,
Veil that enshrouds is now riven,
Where treasures rare are stored,
Kingdom for saints in glory,
Who can declare this story?
Zion awaits your entry,
Blessed eternity.**
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
Resurgent greens and stronger hues
combined within the colours in-between
will spring again, the reddish brown
has nearly gone and all the silver
greys erased in darker shades
that shine with slickly natured stains
after the gentle, gentle rain.
Clouded skies unite and demonize
the dry and dusty plight of days of brutal
beating sun and scathing wind,
the thin veneer is quickly peeled
and puddle-swamped in bloodied muddled
swirls of coloured slushy earth
that tinge the tracks of heavy wheels.
The welcome cold at first conceals its
damp and chilling steel, and in the icy
shades of night the frigid bite ignites
less welcome sentiments until the wrap
of insulation seals the warming heat,
sanctifies the stolid feet and frigid toes
with subtle sweep of warming blood.
And in the morning when the sun returns
to claim the earth the mist surprises, rising
unabashed and clean again to grace the
nascent waiting skies after the rain.
by Ivan Donn Carswell. 8/16/2016.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
the morning spills like
honeyed gold,
a whispered warmth the
night can’t hold.
Its light, a painter’s tender hand,
brushes life awake across the land
The sky, a symphony’s
first chord,
where dreams and daylight
walk accord
The breeze, a lover’s
softest sigh,
Stirs whispers through the
waking sky.
Each dewdrop sings a
tiny sun,
a fleeting spark ‘til day’s
begun
Oh, morning, balm for
weary eyes.
Your beauty humbles,
sanctifies
In you, the world begins
anew,
a love note scrawled in
light and dew
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 5:32 AM UTC
#† † †
When the ****** lost souls are voided
into the abyss of hell
I hope to have avoided
that last death-knell.
The blood of Christ assures me
that such can be admitted.
I pray it sanctifies me –
desires permitted.
They preach of joy unending
of sheer expanding praise,
but the unseen evidence lingers:
my carnal ways:
I flash on astral hotties
(the flames that life denied)
among celestial bodies
beyond the great divide.
I muse on raptured virgins;
Christ’s parables made flesh
and my unspoken longings
unveiled and fresh.
I long to know profoundly
the promised stellar faces –
or sleep so deep, so soundly
no dreams leave traces.
My hopes for that dimension
alloyed with base designs
grow vague. Incomprehension
misreads the signs.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
God's power works best in my weakness
God pours out himself by the holy spirit
my faith makes me whole in spirit, soul & body
I empty my mind of all thoughts except for the thought of God
God's infinite love and grace is what gives me life
i will give thanks to theLord for his mercy endures forever
every word of God is pure he is a shield that puts their trust in him
I am open to the wisdom and peace of God as he guides me in everything I do
the Lord is with me where ever I go
in God I trust & am no afraid
your help has made me great
I live by faith not by sight
The same love that God has for Jesus is in me
I am open to the healing power of the Lord
I waited patiently for the Lord & he heard my cry
a song of praise to our God
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his will stregthens my heart
you oh Lord am a shield above me and the lifter of my head
the Lord is near to the broken hearted
they that wait for the Lord shall renew their stregnth
I am gentle and lowly in heart you will find rest for your souls
the eternal God is the light that shines through the darkness
the Lord turns my darkness into light
the best thing to do right now is to put your faith in God
put your hope in God for I will yet praise him my God
be strong and take heart all you that trust in the Lord
I let go oof fear I let go of pain
praise be to the father of our Lord Jesus Christ
I am willing to be transformed by the renewing of my mind
humble yourselves therefore under God's mighty hand
have pity on me oh Lord
do not be anxious about anything let your requests be known onto God
I can experience the joy of authentic service through God
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I will praise ye oh Lord with all my heart comfort my spirit
the Lord God is in your midst the mighty one he will save
I surrender all my problems to God as he bares that burden for me
the Lord watches over you the Lord will keep you from all harm
the Lord will watch over your life
I put myself in God's hands
dry bones hear the word of the Lord
behold I will cause breath to enter you & you shall live
I ask for forgiveness from all I have wronged me
I never lose heart for God is caring for me
I choose a mind of faith case that is a way forward
Lord let your ear be attentive to this here your servant
I am redeemed each day I'm reborn a fresh
trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your understanding
faith shelters me in storms releases me from self absorption
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then they cried in the Lord in their troubles and saved them in their distress
the Lord is my strength and shield
praise the Lord my soul don't forget all his benefits
he crowns you with loving kindness
satisfies you in good things so your youth is renewed as the eagle
may God himself sanctifies you through & through
the grass withers and the flowers fall but the word of our God stands forever
your word is a lamp for my feet a light for my path
I have the anointing of Jesus through the power of the holy spirit
God's power works best in my weakness
God pours out his love into my heart by the holy spirit
my faith makes me whole in spirit, soul & body
I empty my mind from all thoughts except for the thought of God
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
a thought diary:
Now the ratio of exhaustion and ambition is just right
Now the need to respond to each stimulus is subdued
How the curtains have cleared between sight and insight
How the walls have crumbled on each lofty feud
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All this while, time unwinds with its every revolution
And the axis of the roll is tethered to rest
Whosoever can withstand the decree of absolution
Will remain unperturbed with the purpose of the test
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From the cafe-fed pigeons and the debris-drunken bees
To the mendicants and paupers on the streets of the famed
I do ponder the encounters that happen in your being
Some I know, still there are all the countless and unnamed
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On the ripples in Danube river scribbled with light
The distinct reflection of serene Budapest
And the splendour of adsorbing all dimensions of ‘might’
Till you don’t have to prove yourself to the rest
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On your face, I can trace , all the lines of an epic
Every fold is two sided: one gory and one glory
I chose love, all above, for in the maze of theoretic
There are so many ways to tell the same story
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It’s what I learn in struggle that I convey in song
What I earn in endurance , I adorn in grace
Thus every gain, with its pain, does truly belong
One has to burn in the soul to light up ones face
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You have the same hospitality for all your guests
Whoever loves you more, will perceive more of you
It’s the lived experience that defines the quest
It’s the intent, not content that sanctifies Wudu
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But still I wonder all the loves that embellish your ways
And the promises in your narratives that echoingly roam
the same streets I tread and the same night and days
As I lose myself in you while I’m looking for my home
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Travel is a state of mind, and home, a station of the heart
How far we go is measured from where we start
You’ll see, in the trajectory of an encircling path
Aein, our beginnings and ends are never apart.
©️Arshia.
18.8.18
Budapest
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
that resplendent note;
sanctifying my heart;
little droplets of salted tears;
in reply to a deep feeling;
emerge from unstill eyes;
what do they search for;
the same treasures on the global map;
the same pleasures;
love that transcends;
music that overtakes;
warmth that shelters;
every time I hear your voice;
my love, my soul;
when I hear your voice;
within the abyss of my mind;
from a long-ago memory;
I push your voice forth;
and it grabs me;
I am in its possession;
I am in your possession;
even from a long-ago memory;
I am still owned;
by the sultry whisper;
that floats in the night sky;
the ambrosia of your breath;
as it gives me love's immortality;
the sensation of your lips;
as they caress every letter of every word;
the vibration of each wave of sound;
as it moves from science;
then to art;
then to an unimaginable beauty;
how ironic, dear heart;
that the only words I can use;
to describe this divine linguistic adventure;
must come from your own lips;
as it sanctifies my heart;
with that resplendent note.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
(why *** Before Marriage?) - Poem by Marvin Brato Sr
Marriage sanctifies ***
*** consummates marriage.
But why prefer *** before marriage,
is there one or more reasons to consider?
Virginity:
Maybe its still men's quest,
a priority test for him as the best.
So that the mating could be marked,
as something worth experience to take.
Sensuality:
The best part in *** is sensuality,
that each mate could get from ***
The manner a partner performs well,
is much desired by almost hot lovers.
Sexuality:
Science could enhance state of sexuality,
cosmetology can recreate the transformation.
By *** before marriage a person can discern,
is the smart way to test the true lover's affinity.
Compatibility:
****** compatibility excites much pleasure,
Aside from love it is where both are in tune.
And to know what degree of zest it can set,
through *** before marriage is the gauge.
Marvin Brato Sr
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
One loon
flies low
along the line separating sky and water,
wingtips
skimming the settled surface of the sea.
Alighting on the water,
she raises her neck
to accept the the morning’s offering
of sunlight.
I call out to her
she
turns her head
pauses -
quizzical
that I know her voice,
but realizing I am only a stranger
she turns away.
Sanctifies
herself
with this blessed water.
Trusts the sea
to gift her with abundance.
[She
is not separate from her gods,
she lives among them]
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 12:56 AM UTC
You wait for nothing. Patient
like the prairie enduring the burning.
I could be you.
You
could be me.
I practice the burbling gurgle
I'll use in my senility
dream of warm sheets
wet with my own *****
Your stillness has already encompassed
my penultimate fervor.
Schizophreniacs often rhyme
because they have the time.
A dime used to buy a line
from me to you
but you don't answer the phone anymore
so I don't think I'll call.
Hard work accomplished your Nirvana.
Your casual grace sanctifies the electrodes,
you become guiless God of the wires
and I race with myself
trying to catch up to my own possibilities.
It just comes naturally to some.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
If you can feel it in your hands, you can take a bite of it.
Words I live by
when the trees slouch and the day fades faster.
We meet in the backseat.
The crunch of gravel under bald tires,
and the resounding halt among the wind-dried pines,
the parking break squeak and seat-belt clatter.
We waste no time-- slick upholstery
and quite honestly no shame,
just claws and sweat and dripping, sated lips.
The air waxes saccharine,
cloistered like this in a pile of limbs,
ambrosia-addled as we are.
But the cloying reek of it--
of something overripe and rot-ward bound--
sanctifies this feast.
And despite the rush and rising ache,
we both accept the sacrifice.
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC