Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Poetry

Finished Date: May 10, 2008
Listen

In the distant space of soft tranquility, through the silence, lies the harmony of sincerity;
In the beauty of clear consciousness, one finds the sweet refuge of peace;
All blemishes washed away and left where they fade into the night;
Open the mind’s eye; witness the soothing nectar of adoration.

Seemingly perfect is the mirage of self-contentment;
Quiet as the speech of the green infested branches of oaks in the spring;
Deceiving the outside with false optimism and decaying the inside with the unclean entanglements of the eyes, the one deemed child of the king recedes into faint.

Breathe into me your breath of life once again, so that I may feel again the comfort of your embrace;
Undeserving of the love, yet received as a lost sheep from the ninety-and-nine;
The cool clamps of constriction bind me into submission as I willingly welcome the torment that waits, but I raise, hopeful of victory drawing near.

Listen to the steps of the righteous marching forward to their destinies, weaved into the fabric of life by the Almighty Creator;
Their lives tell the story of struggle and triumph from day to day;Becoming apart of those, present myself holy and acceptable in His sight, just to listen…listen to His utterance, completing my journey for purpose

2 comments:

  1. "Seemingly perfect is the mirage of self-contentment" and your closing are my favorite...nicely done (I may have to post my own, I like healthy competition)

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  2. Bring your best cause I will bring mine; so we can learn from what seems like is going to be some friendly artistic exhibition.

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