"unmerited" poems
If but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: “Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
that thy love’s loss is my hate’s profiting!”
Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.
But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
—Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan. . .
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.
2.2k
We are wronged by people daily,
but to not forgive is unconscionable.
The Universal King had died for all;
for in eternity's view, we're pardonable.
He has given absolute amnesty
to everyone who has accepted Him.
Make no mistake about this unmerited immunity -
Grace's favor (over the course of Life) wears thin.
Death is inevitable, and our spirits
this mortal frame will leave;
so take advantage of God's condonation
to be granted a heavenly reprieve.
Human lives hang in limbo
under the penalty of death;
speak kindly of others and refrain...
From another wasted breath.
Author Notes:
Condonation is a real word: you can see more about it at:
http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&va;=condonation
Since I believe in the Christ's resurrection, His death is in the past tense.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 11:18 AM UTC
Like they say "AT THE TOUCH OF LOVE ONE BECOMES A POET "
Mine is not an exception to it fact
Just the mere thought of you ignite my passion for writing
Like the rays of sunlight that light up everything inside of me
I must be honest am not that of a good love poet
But every word I write reflect to what I feel inside of me
I heard love is blind so I write this poem in braille
I may not be able to pen down all what I really feel right now
Cos true love cut so deep and it expression is endless
I always believe real love is pure kind and imperfect
you made it right just the way God intended it to be
Meeting you made me realize all the true hidden nature of love
It realistic taste of pure romance and indescribable emotions
Emotions so deep that not even time itself can explain
I maybe carried away by that same emotion right now
Cos every cell in me breath and sense of you
In fact each time I think of you and I together
I completely lose all my conscious state and awareness of what surround me
I see your face always in a reflection of true and divine beauty
A beauty not only molded with sand but with the touch of angelic brilliance
I see the reflection of God most beautiful angel in your eyes
Each time u brighten my world with your amazing smile
I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray
that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs
Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you
Feeling you so close to me than I've ever have
My greatest regret is not being able to see you every minute of the day
But I always gain courage not only because I feel your presence always
But that your absence helps to build and modify me
Into that man that won't be driven craze by your presence
I can swear that each time our lips touch in the realm of dream
I taste a hundred years of my life in an undiluted sugary taste of unending happiness
The thought of loving you alone
Takes me through the corridors of heaven
You in my life brings together peace and divine love in a perfect mixture
Together with happiness and unmerited grace
I can go right on and on to write how I feel
But in real sense not even the letters or words can truly express how I feel
Love is the most precious gift ever given to mankind
I feel pleased and blessed to have that gift in the person of you
Not even the whole money in the world can value your love
My priceless jewel of inestimable value
Will give the whole of me for you
Including my money joy and life
Love you with every beat that keeps me alive
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Let me scan your pretty face
Your wistful eyes and ebbing hair
Your youthful floral air
I distantly embrace
It matters little what you write
I’ll like whatever gibberish
You post, sober or feverish
Morning afternoon or night
You crave fans, and I oblige
You desire compliments
Hits, and shares, and comments
A digital mirage
To reinforce, who knows?
To find one who can comprehend
Truly, more than family, friends?
Love through a computer’s glow
Or escape whatever misery
Whatever flesh and bone
Has left you this alone
To log away to fantasy
You hum to yourself by the river
A low sad steady melody
But from the shaded woods, I see
Your pale visage shiver
So I approach, naughty or behaved
Like a wandering troubadour
Serenading mon amour
To save and to be saved
I’ll stream you instant endless praise
I’ll shadow your every move
It will approximate love
Unmerited as grace
So, let me frame your pretty face
Your chic angular air
Your parted lips, cascading hair
Forever fall through my embrace
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
"Footnotes" she publicly said the personality shorn,
both from my poem and the club,
the camaraderie I had expected as foregone, now unmerited
and the role trodden, had died.
C'est la guerre.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
Your nose scrunches up in normal conversation. It makes you look a little bit like a piglet.
Trust me, that may sound like a backhanded compliment, but it's adorable.
When you yawn, you sound like you want to cry.
Nothing freer than you transposing your tears for the sake of singing sad songs,
To Children you've never met, as if you've never slept.
We're both a little too sure about what we eat, and
The times you sit on your hands are the days when your guts moan...
[Others would call these imperfections, but the little things are always the best parts...
Birds flapping their wings (hollow arm-bones)
Tree-roots burrow and anchor (lungs)
Grass pets your eyes]
Always busy, the words form on the tip of our toes, everything I say
Is written with our silhouettes.
Outlines pigment the natural world...
Like a horror-show,
Hallways stretch for hours
(I can not currently see out this window).
Your open sockets spill waterfalls of true understanding from a crimson sunset of genius scars,
Like open wounds of the best silence, only the sound of teeth clashing
Between stretching lips
You hook your palms into my cheeks, bones creak
Gazes reflecting thoughts, unity in unmerited shame,
Our legs conversing softly, hair intertwined (snakes on our necks), and all night...
I keep playing a triplet between your ribs
A simple arpeggio archway under moans from dead skin in light,
I hold you by the red skin, carve you, for just one moment
Until we're living art. Skin static, roots spreading wings.
No expiration date for us, just a point when our bodies no longer parallel
But after that, we speak in clouds
We paint murals for each other in abandoned city parking lots
Or empty train halls.
The moon is our vanishing point,
All eyes on craters.
My language is something undiscovered to me,
I don't know if I want to let all these words go.
You mean Reincarnation to me,
Some jaw of life, some whale's mouth.
I am snow.
Everything loses focus but the stars...
Like teenagers.
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
All of my life she has provided,
Elah Selene, Creatrix unrivaled;
Throughout my days protected,
Her hand so often undetected.
She has rained down her love
From celestial realms above;
Suckled me at numinous breast,
Lulling my soul to peaceful rest.
Freely giving unmerited grace,
And so liberally to one so base,
For Elah Selene, sing and dance
In this jubilant, nebulous trance!
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
The rebirth of our nation
rests in motion.
In a country mounted
on revolutionary (Freedom of) Speech
fear of falling off the balance beam
permeates our culture's streets
Rock bottom is visible.
The next step in a row of stones
might require more than a skip
but the heavy heart of resiliency
must persist,
preserve the embers that
burn in the enduring hand
of our Statue (of Liberty).
Cope with the wilted white flowers
Look to the rising sun
every morning it emerges with
tired eyes, sleeping flames,
garden beds greeted with mist.
Listen to the music of mighty mitochondria
Let the DNA of "bend don't break"
and swords of endorphins thrive
'til their final breath.
Fight unmerited power
with a rigid, rebellious fist
and a voice armed to the teeth
from the mouth it speaks.
Fight 'til the white of bone
and then some.
This is the long anticipated
wake-up call from Mother Gaia;
it comes in the form of tears.
Don't let them drown us,
create new
streams, rivers, lakes, and oceans
so they wave with every
spun cycle
of Earth's journey
around the sun
of a
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
I'm alive,
Not because I intelligently calculate my steps for safety,
But because His grace is sufficient,
Of course I have to take precaution but being realistic here even those who took precaution are no longer with us,they're gone..
Its only His grace I can look upto and say,indeed it kept me,
He sees me through,
Not that I'm special but because its grace; unmerited favor
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
Where the sun always sets
They arrived
Armed with nothing
But truth
The Bill of Rights
Courage
And faith
They came
To do the right thing
To show them a rising sun
And how it exists
For everyone
No matter what they were told
No matter the lies
No matter the hate
Yes
The rising sun was there
Eclipsed by fear
Morning in America
Blinded their eyes
And they knew not to look
It was not for them
And as they looked away
Their long nights were empty
Without peace
Without justice
Without sleep
Not even a dream
And yet they remained
Although silent
They knew
Because hope grows
In the dark
And as they tilled the garden
They did dare to cultivate
Hope
By awaiting
The deliverer
And when the truth
Perished
In their midst
Those who were privileged
To see the sun rise
Remained silent
Even though they knew
Of the truth
And how it could never live
But finally
The deliverer did arrive
Heralded not by a trumpet blast
But with God’s message
In his heart and mind
And man's own words
As they were written
In his hand
How all men are created equal
He came
With solemn righteousness
With words
And a dream
He came
And told us of unmerited pain
And of burning churches
Where anguished cries
Once again were not heard
And how those who remained silent
Were the key to the idea
Of America
Where liberty
And Justice
Is for all
Where the sun rises
And sets
For every man
And woman
But on that day
When the evangelists
Of civil liberties
Were tortured
Killed
And buried
So their mothers could only weep
Over unmarked graves
The sun did set
And failed once again
To rise
As the children wondered
Why am I different?
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
I often sit and contemplate and think
God in all his righteousness was right
He gave this earth to mankind as a sigh
Of his unmerited love from above
Saying have rule over all then the great fall
When will I ever feel set free
Will you be the first to relive me
Your approval is my master
Chaining me with silent laughter
Making forgiveness my greatest enemy
While my guilt grows stronger in me
There is refection of success
All the while striving endlessly without any rest
Knowing inside what could have been
The realization of my sin
I see myself true reflection in the mirror
And I ask myself once again
Today will I see myself win?
Something I am proud to say
I choose to no longer live that way
It's the ultimate challenge that I had to face
Finding a life of balance I fought hard to gain
I learned to live a new way, finding the real me
And I love my life today living life as free
I still sit and contemplate and think
How God in all his righteousness, yes, was right
Giving earth to mankind as a sign
Of his unconditional love from above
Saying in the earth have rule over all
Then took the time to forgive us for the fall
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Unmerited favor
Gained through faith in
The Son's labor
Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC
To know Truth
followed me
shining light
creating shadows
of my sin
shrinking and powerless
in the power and might of His Spirit
come to seek and find me in these rags...
to know Love
and grace
that was given freely
out of Love
from Love.
to know myself
without the veil of sin
like a child
only with the knowledge of
what I have done
forgiven and forgotten
once and for all
no condemnation
in Christ Jesus
once again and for all time
innocent and free
oh such a lovely one
who truly matters
much time spent in useless pursuits
hungry for something more
thought I had to know
the darker side to
truly appreciate the light
thought I had to go there
to find my souls delight
before I knew the hands which made the vine...
I had to taste the sweetest wine
and dabbled in the works of men
and found it left me cold and shattered
knowing that I had left you
like a prodigal daughter
ashamed and wanting you back
if only...
then you found me here
the only One my heart knew mattered
and came out and got me
shined a light in my confusion
and I asked you to forgive me and
lift me up...
Nothing short of grace
unmerited
what you came to offer
nothing short of beautiful
rising to the task
buying back this misery
and trading life for agony
killing you fulfilled your quest
so prophesied in Isaiah 53.
and rising on the third day
they had come to see
stone rolled away
and there you stood
a miracle and so delighted
there is
now no condemnation
for the heart that you are living in
a walking recreation
now You see me here without my sin
I'm clothed in your salvation and it's
nothing short of beautiful
it's not a thing I've earned or done
you came out here to me...
You are everything I've wanted in my life, oh JESUS
thank you Lord for saving me
and giving me your Holy Spirit
there is nothing else that cares for me as much as you.
To know the truth
within the shadows
to know yourself
oh such a lovely one
who truly matters
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
Each long lost dream
of conquest in the
ashes of history
is buried.
With it lie the
cracking bones of
sacrificial pawns
forever to oblivion
consigned.
Celebrated as nothing
more than the unknown
soldier, who for the
ambitious and self-centered
imperialist, gave his own
dear life.
A soldier unknown who
gives his own blood,
to elevate his general
to history's indelible
annals, decomposes to
oblivion with neither
a name nor an identity.
He spills his own blood
for a glorious title on
his chiefs to be conferred.
His valiance, bravery and courage
are all to his commanding
general credited,
who in unmerited triumph,
robs him of his military
ingenuity.
Dishonoured in death,
his unidentified remains
are crammed with the bones
of others like him, in
catacombs of mass graves.
Whilst his imperialist
general, to whom he
gives a name in history,
gets interred in splendour,
in a stately and Palatial
mausoleum.
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 4:22 PM UTC
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited,
Ill-eased in that a Powerfuller than I
Has willed and meted me the tears I've shed,
I clench my fist and shake it at the sky
And at the cruel God who hammers me,
Delivering the blows that break my brain;
The God who finds his greatest ecstasy
In violencing my life with blinding pain
And, laughing, says, "Thou suffering thing, declare
If thou hast understanding: Who hath laid
The measures of the earth's foundations? Where
Wast thou, disgraceful man, whenas I made
The cloud the garment of the sea? Beware,
Thou foolish man, thy maker to upbraid!"
Jul 22, 2024
Jul 22, 2024 at 10:05 PM UTC
To know the truth
within the shadows
to know yourself
without the veil of sin
like a child
only with the knowledge of
what I have done
forgiven and forgotten
once and for all
no condemnation
in Christ Jesus
once again and for all time
innocent and free
oh such a lovely one
who truly matters
much time spent in useless pursuits
hungry for something more
thought I had to know
the darker side to
truly appreciate the light
thought I had to go there
to find my souls delight
thought I had to taste the sweetest wine
and dabbled in the works of men
and found it left me cold and shattered
knowing that I had left you
like a prodigal daughter
ashamed and wanting you back
if only...
then you found me here
the only One my heart knew mattered
and came out and got me
shined a light in my confusion
and I asked you to forgive me and
lift me up...
nothing short of grace
unmerited
what you came to offer
nothing short of beautiful
rising to the task
buying back this misery
and trading life for agony
killing you fulfilled your quest
so prophesied in Isaiah 53.
and rising on the third day
they had come to see
stone rolled away
and there you stood
a miracle and so delighted
there is
now no condemnation
for the heart that you are living in
a walking recreation
now You see me here without my sin
I'm clothed in your salvation and it's
nothing short of beautiful
it's not a thing I've earned or done
you came out here to me...
You are everything I've wanted in my life oh JESUS
thank you Lord for saving me
and giving me your Holy Spirit
there is nothing else that cares for me as much as you.
To know the truth
within the shadows
to know yourself
oh such a lovely one
who truly matters
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
In one of my favorite worship songs, Like an Avalanche by Hillsong United,
One of the lines goes like this-
"Caught up in grace like an avalanche,"
It always made me wonder exactly what grace is.
And according to google this is what grace means-
"the free and unmerited favor of God, as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings"
The favor of God, that is free and unmerited.
The salvation of sinners and bestowal of blessings.
What a great and graceful God we have!
Happy Good Friday.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
Unmerited favor of God
flows continually
and without interruption,
when you are a child of His.
His Love for us is...
Unquestionably unconditional;
however, His Grace is not.
Grace and Love are not equivalent -
We must not endeavor
to confuse these concepts.
God's Word is always steadfast
and is an unmovable truth.
Author Notes:
The standard definition of grace is "unmerited favor".
Although God loves us, we must employ His Principles for living to have His unbounded favor flow over our lives. His love for us is unconditional while grace is not. He proved His Love by letting Christ die for our sins - his grace proves that He honors His Word.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 11:42 AM UTC
God does answer prayer
as many people have heard,
but His only obligation is
to honor His own Word.
He is always around
for requests of Salvation's Call;
His desire is to assist all lives
that have spiritually stalled.
He willingly meets our needs
and not necessarily our wants;
for asking in ignorance
doesn't sanction unmerited warrants.
Read and devour His Word;
hide His Principles in your heart,
so that your petitions to God are met
from the knowledge He imparts.
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2009, All rights reserved.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 6:12 AM UTC
What has this day
promised ?
that I shall call good,
it is neither primrose or succulent
perhaps its cloaked in a thick skin
an unmerited fist,
alas -
simple turns from fortune.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Tender is the way I'd describe
The way his hand rested
On his new bride
And something blue and
Something white
And something new and
Something bright
It shone from both of them
When I saw it, I couldn't pretend
I wasn't happy then
Because I was, I could have been there
Being happy collectively
With her newly sworn in family
If I had wanted to be
If it had been right for me
Which it wasn't, by the way
Because happiness came with contemplation
And shame as I saw myself
In my disdain for them all at times
Sometimes unmerited
As they are people too
It shifted as I saw
How they all stood together
That behind all the ways
They drove me mad
I was not meant to be in their place
I didn't at first think of him
What we were, what it was
I only thought of how content
I was for them
And secondly, about how I knew
That him and I were not meant
To be the ones standing there
In the way that I pushed it away
When he talked
So I said maybe
In the future, years from now
I didn't know I didn't want it
But I couldn't say it
Describe the way I maybe could have seen
Being married and secretly unhappy
Splitting up maybe
I'm happy to be gone
I'm happy I've moved on
To someone I could in the future see
Holding on to me quite tenderly
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
The more we’re told the less we care
I want to be good but it's still a long way there
There’s nothing a man in power won't do
But I give him more because he told me to blame you
He’ll say the things some of us want to hear
But first he had to check which one of us to fear
He could stay on the left or right
It doesn’t matter as long as he knows which side to fight
Ma never worried how our world lost its way
She just loved us and left the rest for someone else to say
We knew we should be sleeping
But we didn’t want to spoil all our dreams with our weeping
The shaking hands of a peaceful man
Was the witnessed horror of who had to **** when the war began
For every sacrifice that was forgotten
Unmerited glory squanders the living humility of God’s garden
We look to poets for the meaning
The legacy of the dead is all that we are feeling
We look to painters for the honor
The legacy of the dead is painted upon a silk banner
We look to singers for the despair
The legacy of the dead is heard in the wailing air
We leave it to others to describe it
While we search our hearts so we know how to live it
We pray not unto our enemies
Will we fall from the height of our spirit to worship pennies
We pray not unto the wicked
Will we follow but instead unto goodness will we be lifted
We pray not unto an early death
Will we succumb ourselves until we witness Lazurus’ breath
We pray not unto a living hell
Will we burn without the assurance of men striking God's bell
The more we know the less we believe
They say don’t worry about yesterday, tomorrows up our sleeve
They pull hope out like a magic show
We’re so amazed it doesn’t matter what we will never know
They can almost say no wrong
And even if they do, time will save them, it never takes too long
A lifetime of service and a statue
But life remains the same for those that the marble never knew
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
The unmerited favor of God, given to us, for free.
We didn't earn it.
We didn't deserve it.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
I️ never wanted my life to be like this
But the assault affected every facet of my life
Every inch
Every corner
Every last minuscule area
Tainted
Disrupted by your doing
By your hands
I️ wondered when I’d be “normal” again
But the truth was
I️ was disintegrating from the inside out
I’d never be the person I was before the assault
I️ was stripped of everything that made me, me
I️ was now stained as your victim
I️ never wanted to be held down by your thumb
But I️ feel like I️ can’t shake you
I️ trusted you
I️ had faith in you
I️ thought that having a prior friendship would prevent this from happening
But it only gave way for sinister thoughts to manifest
It’s unfair that you get to move on with life your life like nothing happened
And I’m still stuck in the time warp of two and a half years ago
I’m still tortured by flash backs
I’m still tortured by your smell
I’m still tortured by your looks
I’m still tortured by your unforgiving and unmerited touch.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
Unmerited favour was mine... the day I first believed,
When You, by grace, sent love divine... the day that I received,
Yet life's temptations made me frown... to melt my faith away...
Till one by one, they took me down... because I chose to stray...
From grace I fell, I stood alone... condemned by God and Man,
Departing from my Saviour's Throne... devoid of any plan...
An aimless soul, a broken heart... a lost sheep once again...
No self-control and no fresh start... a man like other men...
And days went by, then months, then years... then decades slowly, too.
And still I strayed, held back my tears... despite the truths I knew,
That God is able to forgive... if humble we would be,
More willing that we still might live... because of Calvary...
Yet one day came, the day I wept... my heart cried out once more,
A day of fasting then was kept... like those I kept before...
And years of sins were washed away... thanks to my Saviour's Blood,
The tide was turned and so I pray... to You, Almighty God...
Accept this sinner to be blessed... for once I was baptised,
Forgive the worst, enhance the best... the best that comes through Christ...
If not, there's nothing I can do... but ask, Thy Will be done...
Like Jesus Christ, who prayed to You... because He was Your Son...
Denis Martindale March 2018.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC