Open Poetry #51 |
Inspirational |
LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
“What if?” I thought... If I had more time, how would I use it? Would my legacy be accomplishments proved in a cloud-like file? Waiting for those old black and white photos, in the front room to open wide... like curtains gasping for light and breath, spewing prisms of stories… Oh so many stories…playing peek a boo Here and yet to be told My mind is scattered, flinching slightly to the tune of a sideways glance…. begging for lips that melt away locked doors, trying not to roll my eyes, stone apathy explaining life as it grows older and finer... And yet…. He is still sitting there, watching, I cringe, for in my dreams I know who He is…. and that He’s still there waiting, waiting for an answer… pausing thoughts and searching a realm we have no concept of I hear the hum of a ceiling fan over me…. a cooling mist of breeze, chasing me with arms open wide of some severance package, whispers ever so softly, lowly, like late morning sunbeams stretching for a room of glow, pure and white Everything else fades, within this symphony, this thicket of music that never ends… wrapping it’s arms around me, pulling me in a nightly bottle of suppose, maturity trickling thru fingers, personalities encountered…. always echoing, "the truth prevails!" We look into sincerity, drunk and slow to wake, hearts lost, but bigger than before… this perception is like a circle... enveloping and there He is, exposed, like Fatima, can you see? |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
"We look into sincerity, drunk and slow to wake, hearts lost," Sincerity doesn't find many of us in any sort of timely fashion. In truth, Sincerity is the daughter of Regret in most cases...not sure if she has ever, within any of us, been born free and on her own. The price of growing up I suppose. Once found, I doubt many of us would want to go back to the innocent state of mind and try again. First time through was painful enough. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Lee...This took me down many roads of life and love, not sure of what road I would take. Enjoyed the thoughts in your mind...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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augustsky Senior Member Posts 828 midwest US |
LeeJ, Such a personal Poem, with wonderful metaphors. Well done Sky~ |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Many Thanks to everyone for your kind read and comments....this tells a story of a spiritual journey, and in the end to have found God... Thanks again everyone...hugs |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Love-joy-happiness blessings to you, LeeJ. JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
The ultimate answer to one's call for help - help of any kind, for anything, is hope; hope, being synonymous with God's many guises, regardless whether we do, don't or partially believe in the possible of His existence. He is the one consistency that almost all of us turn to when there are no other answers in any and all aspects of our lives. In all our tribulations, when nothing is left, we can always hope, by calling on Him.
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