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by Quin Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Inspirational · #2319559
an installment following Growth in Expression: Modern Christian Poems

10 things i love



i love the first day of autumn,

sitting on a porch or patio

and reading a lovely novel

in the sun and breeze.


i love that crisp, gushing sound

that happens when

you take the first bite of an apple;

the resemblance of life and virtue

in unspoken words.


i love the sea.

especially when it's blue.

the salt is on the

water, in the breeze,

in everything,

and it lingers...


i love when a line in a book

leaves you breathless or wistful,

and you have to pause,

or put the book down

to ruminate on what you

just read.


i love when someone

has exciting news,

and their eyes light up,

and they grab your

hands,

and it ends

with you both

jumping up and down.


i love the trail of tall

forest trees on either side

of the road

when you're on a road trip,

letting down the window

and gazing at the scene go by.


i love it when my pets nuzzle

my arm,

then exhale, as if to say,

"yes i love you too."



i love, love.

the cat and mouse

desire

that will go on

from youth

to wonder years.


i love music,

so many melody

possibilities,

so many.


i love any imposing mountain,

that swiftly puts you

in your place in this massive

universe.

those mountains

yell, yet whisper.



Bittersweet


I stand here,


and write on the


perfect day.


A day of no regrets


and new beginnings,


of blossoms,


buds, and bird- like


melodies.


My dreams are effervescent/ incandescent,


wanting only to be


propelled by your glorious


light.


Of all the freedoms


that may exist,


I need not most,


But dwell in this.





Continuance



and


so


it


goes...


there's a time


to martha,


there's a time


to mary.


a


time


to thrust,


a time to


parry.


a time to mourn


a time for


fun.


a time to david


or solomon.


a time to surrender,


a time to cleave.


a time for mercy,


a time for repreive.


the key dear saints,


in time that's spent;


reflexive flow,


continuance.




In the Dark



my arms are open wide my Lord,


and so too is my heart.


ever endowed with fervor


a flame burns for you through the


darkest of time. our beginning


and our end so entwined.


what did you pray for me?


in the garden of gethsemane?


"my Lord, my girl you know she tries, give


her mercy and strength to conquer.


open her eyes so she can see Us, and give her


comfort


in the dark."


in the darkness i see shades of blue.


i used to see black.


i hear the breeze now,


i used to hear sirens.



all i see through each glorious day


is clomping


on a cloud,


you and me, who we


are and who we


will be.


my sights are ever on you.


i hear the breeze now,


there used to be sirens.




Irony


Childhood traumas shadow dreams,


yet we sing songs of purity.


Running from debauchery,


Still we sing songs of purity.


Sing a hymn of two or three,


gathering from week to week,


speaking of his purity.



Feeble arms and broken knees,


yet we sing songs of purity.


Our aura of the darkest things.


Teeth of gnash,


what does this bring?


To what owe you these mysteries?


Alight the devil's door.



Stones of concrete


thrown at we,


Defiled, mistaken, broken down,


trampled sent from town to town,


cursed, reviled, misled, bound.


yet we sing songs of purity?

My true face you'll never see.


My heart forever deaf to thee.



Through filth of curses; irony.


We still sing songs of purity.




Meekness


If it's meekness you seek


You've sought something high


If it's meekness you seek


The world goes before you


If it's meekness you seek


Your talents are secondary


Your wants to their needs


A million hurts and sufferings


But if it's meekness you seek


You provide a lighthouse in the dark


Dependable kindness


Shelter


And love

You can embrace humanity


And mend a million hurtful woes


And in your peace rule the world


If it's meekness you seek.




Overcomers


a wave it moves within my soul.


i shoulder worlds and dreams


through life's warfare.


these burnished valleys i know so well,


i am fierce among this terrain and


countless valleys,


silent screaming haunts


them all.


but bones


of demonic foes; and pestilence,


decorate its shallow depths.


recordings of a wretched soul fed up


striking out in fury, doubt, and spiritual


rage, the enemy thuds with the heft of goliath.


the victory of another saint that


will inspect their foe's heartbeat,


and learn the ways of the wise--


hoarding another precept like a charm


around their neck.


this wave it moves within my soul,


these burnished valleys i know so well,


they're old, i live to tell their tales to the saints,


as new lands and heights emerge.




Paradise


And worlds would dance


around her.


And reasons would tell her why.


And emptiness would find her,


But faith would never die.


She held on close to Eden, the


thought of the man in the sky.


Parlay with Him in the cool of day,


And question all the whys.


Directness in her tone, a glimmer


In her eyes.


The mysteries of existence, would


Fill her lovely mind.


He'd both answer and He'd question,


And sigh a blessed sigh.


His child forever with Him,


Where love would never die.




Preservation


Teacups, doilies


baubles, pearls.


White satin gloves,


and wide church hats.


Lace and bells of little girls.


Childrens' giggles at my side.


Hurling kindness, peace,


by sight, gestures, and my


consternation.


Temperance, piety all in stride.


Country values are


my preservation.




The Witness



An angel spoke to me today,


it came to me in the form of you.


So smooth and to the point,


your words----


my heart is left aflutter.


You spread wings wide and spacious


as the spanning heavens,


embraced me like a


faun of the green.


Your words spoke,


dungeons fell,


and bridges were mended.


You spoke to me today,


over coffee and biscotti.


I see that I am gold.








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