"unsearchable" poems
I held a Mother in my arms,
With love
&
tears of mournful abandon,
Watching as she passed to paradise.
In time,
I heard a Father’s breath of silence;
His silver cord too, shredded.
Oh my soul!
We have been force fed a lie;
That real men don’t cry?
for it is written;
“and Jesus wept.”
A son shouldn’t search such unsearchable sorrow...
But it's right that children bury their parents,
&
Not the other way around, a painful truth;
our caretaker's are now in the ground.
How long before sunshine’s healing rays
Dissipate this institute of grief?
&
When will the Son rise?
(G-d have mercy on us all.)
~ © Qwey.ku
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
**When we reach the holy mountain , beyond the crystal sea,
Then we'll sing the songs of Zion , of highest themes they be,
There we see the Holy Father , unseen by other men,
The unsearchable riches in Zion are within our ken.
I long to be ready to meet Him when He comes,
I long for the rapture to meet Him in the air,
Oh, I want to see the glory and hear Him say "Well done",
For I long to be ready to meet Him , When He appears.**
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
you know when you heard right
if you walked in dark night
and revealed the unsearchable
even when it's unknowable
on way unseen in light
unstumbling without sight
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 11:48 PM UTC
comfort was a long road that came to a dead
end abruptly. happiness and companionship
left suddenly with the clutch of solace. he
was left standing there in the rain, all senses
disdained. a seeing man now build to ease,
seeing the fellowship of someone that ties
knots in your throat; turns your obscurities
to seize.
distraught
at this very moment the quest for clenches
to console surrounded him with the ignorance
his state of mind was unable to control.
seeking and searching began in the
bedsheets. he found loneliness and
regret; mistake after mistake, temporary impassion
chose what risks to take. drowning in seas of
duvets, suffocation on the stench of
frictioned flesh and smothered in the salinity
pasted on each others skin like the warpaint of
ephemeral happiness, he searched down an
unsearchable road and lost his direction in the
******* forever ringing his ears with regret. each kiss
down his neck, each bite to his lip, each face-blanketing
exhale, he repents with the ignorance of finding the
will to live and love between the legs of someone who
feels the same way. the crimson crevices carved in his back
drip with remorse and sullen; hoping for once to life the
bedsheets and find an unawakened bundle of coiffure
and serenity and not calamities of regret and ****** suicide
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
Hello, whom I'll never meet,
Never hear, never forget,
Never loose and never find,
Never spot and never mind.
Hello, who'll turn up in my dreams,
Who'll never let me to taste the pain,
Who'll never betray and never lie,
Who'll never depart without goodbye.
I take leave of you, my unknown one,
My unsearchable and remarked for none,
My unnamed and mythic for last,
But so endlessly and sweetly loved.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 5:57 PM UTC
*Almighty
Nothing less than incorruptible
Unsearchable in wisdom & power
Majestic is the beauty of your creation
Unequaled in love and compassion
Immeasurable is your mercy
You are a lover of justice
Jehovah
you are the happy God
Perfect in all your ways*
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
If Indeed thou have Heard of thy Dispensation of thy Grace Of GOD which was given to Me for Thee. How that by Revelation He made known to Me thy Mystery{ As I have briefly Written Already} By which, when thou read, thou may Understand My Knowledge In Thy Mystery Of Christ} Which in other Ages was not made known to thy Sons Of Men, as it has now been Revealed by thy Spirit to His Holy Apostles And Prophets* That thou Gentiles should be Fellow Heirs, Of thy same Body, and Partakers of His Promise in Christ through thy Gospel* Of which I became a Minister According o thy Gift of thy Grace Of GOD given to Me by Effective Working of His Power* To Me, who Am less than thy Least Of All thy Saints, this Grace was given, that I should Preach Among thy Gentiles Thy Unsearchable Riches Of Christ* And to make all see what is thy Fellowship Of thy Mystery, which from thy Beginning Of thy Ages has been Hidden in GOD who Created All things through Christ Jesus* To thy Intent that now thy Manifold Wisdom Of GOD Might be Made known by thy Church to Thy Pricipalities and Powers In Heavenly Places* According to thy Eternal Purpose which He Accomplished in Christ Jesus Our LORD* In whom We have Boldness and Access with Confidence through Faith in Him* Therefore I ask that Thee do not Lose Heart at My Tribulations for thee, which is thy Glory* For this Reason I Bowed My Knees to thy FATHER Of Our Lord Jesus Christ* From whom thy whole Family in Heaven and Earth Is Named* That He would Grant thee, According to thy Riches Of His Glory, to be Strengthened with Might through His Spirit in thy Inner-Man* That Christ may Dwell in thy Hearts through Faith; that thou, Being Rooted and Grounded in Love* May be Able to Comprehend with All thy Saints what is the Width and Length and Depth and Height* To know thy Love Of Christ which Passes Knowledge; that You may be Filled with All The Fullness Of GOD* Now to Him who is Able to do Exceedingly Abundantly Above all that we Ask or Think, According to thy Power ha Works In Us* To Him Be Thy Glory In Thy Church by Christ Jesus to All Generations, Forever And EverAmen
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
your tiny frame is a kingdom, no
a world of oceans and lands
ravaged by the course of nature,
the blight of humans
you are the earth.
your green eyes are the sea, wait
more like the galaxies up above
infinite in their creation
unsearchable by any kind of
ego-restrained machination
your fragile bones are structures, but
statues made in honor of something so profound
you've been thinking so hard to find
it is inside not the bone marrow that sticks around,
rather the fleeting memories you ignore in your mind
your soul is a flame, not even
it is the big bang
that brings us all to life
in your honor, all the angels have sang
I am so honored to have the privilege to call you mine.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
CLOUDNINE'S PSALM OF GLORIFICATION, TO THY LORD GOD.
O Lord, Thou art exalted in the heavens,
Thy majesty is beyond the realms of men.
With awe and reverence, we lift our voices,
For Thy greatness is unsearchable and vast.
Thou art the Creator of the earth and sky,
Thy hand hath shaped the mountains high.
From the depths of the oceans to the starry dome,
All creation proclaims Thy sovereign throne.
In the stillness of the night, Thy presence is known,
Thy light guides us as the sun's rays have shown.
Thy wisdom doth adorn the world in beauty,
And Thy love doth bestow grace and mercy.
We are humbled by Thy boundless power,
Thy righteousness and justice are our strong tower.
Thou, O Lord, art our shield and our guide,
In Thee, we find refuge, where we confide.
Praise be to Thee, Almighty God on high,
Forever may we lift our hearts and eyes.
Thy name be hallowed, Thy glory proclaimed,
For Thou art eternal, and ever unchained.
Let the heavens declare Thy wondrous deeds,
And the earth rejoice in all that it needs.
O Lord, our God, Thou art worthy of praise,
In every moment, and all our days.
#GOD #glorification #worship #worshipday #holyday #praise #Cloudnines #Amen #C9fm
Jul 21, 2024
Jul 21, 2024 at 9:10 AM UTC
Times wasted never show to the outside world,
But it's in a whirl to me.
The twisting confines of my mind
Just tangle up more as I look to find
Whatever is unsearchable, unchangeable.
Unified disgust entraps. Fall leaves crack.
And I can’t help but look back.
And question the answers,
While they answer the questions.
Fools to the autumn sun
But I can look past the fun
Replace it.
Replace it.
I turn and run.
Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 2:51 PM UTC
I placed my hand
Into the pool of my discontent
I pulled it out
Your eyes staring into mine
unyielding, unsearchable
I shook it away
The memory of your stare bores into me
impenetrable, invulnerable
It annoys me to death.
Apr 28, 2011
Apr 28, 2011 at 4:29 PM UTC
This the knowledge
I've succumb to as I reach old age
The wisdom I've gathered
Is pointless if carried
With declaration of being a sage
Sooner of later
Time will have control
The best remedy I have
Is prayer to
The Master for my soul
JEREMIAH 33:3 'Call to me and I answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.'
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
Disciplined with life’s goals, but lauding the journey the more important.
Goals, focused and carefully chosen: the way rigidly planned and marked: milestoned and measured.
Socially supported, to soothe wounded hands and lift weary feet; justified pleasures in righteous social schadenfreude, as goads to keep and help deviants in their Chosen Ways.
So much fear in the whims of the seductive winds: shunning strange shores, sallying strong and bold, with sendoffs and fanfare, into the wilderness, just beyond your garden’s walls.
We cannot see what we cannot see. As truths are inaccessible to reasons, so wisdom, unsearchable. And who knows if the unknowable fickle winds is for or against us.
When the wind blows, persistent, strong and consistent, even to the Moon is without doubt. Then the winds died.
Your boat absolutely still, your sail limp and lifeless; not a ripple from horizon to horizon, not a sympathetic cloud in the brazen blue sky. The food’s out, the water’s low, a day or two, at most.
Sun shines impartial with no fear nor favor, as blindfolded Justice dispensing justice. Nights, frigidly cold, and time ceased.
The journey will always be: goal or no goals, socially supported or as a lone nomad: the wind blows, always and irresistibly, never futile. Walking in fear and trembling the only wise, for all else, futility.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC
O Lord, You’ve lovingly taught me
to call unto You, having promised
to reveal great, wondrous secrets.
Hidden within Thy Word are mysteries
that have yet to be fully revealed;
as I seek, don’t let me misinterpret
the Biblical Truths You’ve presented.
What principles of Yours must I employ,
for finding these unsearchable things?
How do I know my underlying motivations
will be in alignment with Your Word,
if I’m unaware of what they may bring?
This appears to require greater levels
of Faith, without viable explanations.
Therefore, I’m compelled to trust more
and be pushed out of my comfort zone;
can I find unsearchable things, O Lord,
by using Faith to knock on Heaven’s door?
.
.
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Author Notes
Inspired by:
Jer 33:3
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
~~Every moment in which we pray~~
Gives us the strength to acknowledge
~~~The light, The luminescence~~~
<><><That guides our way><><>
~~~It is easy for us to get adrift~~~
~~~~Let toubles overtake us~~~~
~~~~let our purpose shift~~~~
That is when we cast our Anchor
+++Give Our Lord all control+++
~ In our hearts we know ~
+++HE is the Mighty Keeper+++
~~~~~~ Of our soul ~~~~~~
~WKR~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great
and unsearchable things you do not know
Jeremiah 33:3
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
No matter how much I tell them no matter how much I do, most will be numb to the fact that we live after we die.
But that's not why I come to live this life to tell the world about truth and hope that's coming for his very own life.
Jesus is the answer to all dead questions
If religion is your question it will be unanswered..
No matter how much you tell me no matter how much you do.
This world is full of evil just look at the money beside you, giving you clues on how to die for a dead man is unsearchable but to die for the living...who?
Well it's supernatural and the worst thing about this is he is right in front of you.
breath that's his way of loving you. Have u felt like there's more to life ? Then I'm talking to you.
But no matter how much I say no matter how much I do.. There u are thinking this is another poem.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC