Saturday, May 12, 2018

Volcanic Eruption


Volcanic Eruption (contest: I Love Tankas)


flashes blazing red
blackness plus sparks spread 
anger consumed head
fed insults seething heeded
where hatred's bred; blood's soon shed.

{sample feeling: https://allpoetry.com/story/13472768-21st-Century-Love-.-.-.-Andy---Arias-Act-III-Scene-V--by-Lucretia-Mccloud)

Friday, May 11, 2018

Leahs's Eyes


Leah's Eyes

I.

Unloved as heat on a desert plain
Upon my breast no favor claimed
As in a tent cuddled she cooed
Her beauty my position shooed
As chaff on a swirling twirling wind.
My lot as second commences. Ends.

II.

In the twilight of our lives
Forgotten deceitful lies that hid
Lack of luster of my eyes
As mandrakes shared as bitter hire
Multiplied our joyful progeny joined
As priests and kings compatible sired.

III.

Love flamed in time precedes then mellows
And hatred felt can then too settle
Into breezes cooling heated tongues
As envy turned pleasant over years begun
And children raised under nurturing suns
Calmed blood of sister in marriage once shunned.

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Kindness . . . Undeserved?


Kindness . . . Undeserved? (2nd draft)


Kindnesses grand:
extended a hand,
with or without pleading
or a silent or constant weeping
in humbling demand

from a stranger,

be it financial, physical or mental
lent; but, most expectedly
from a loving mate, or loyal friend.

Kindnesses small:
a smile big, even a tiny grin,
thank-you's, encouragement to help someone begin
a task to them arduous:

"Like apples of gold in silver carvings
Is a word spoken at the right time." Proverbs 25:11.

On gifts like these
our magnificent world daily
can a gentleness spin

upon all.

Not dependent upon social status, popularity,
or shades of color: ones' skin.

We're in it together.
Humanity.
Whether beating down a wall
thick or thin.

"For there is no righteous man on earth
who always does good
and never sins." Eccl. 7:20.

Why a ransom was made by a benevolent
Creator: His Son, the Beloved. The Lamb.

Not broken, a limb,
as prophesied: "He is guarding all his bones;
Not one of them has been broken." Ps. 34:20.

In Jesus fulfilled: "But on coming to Jesus, they saw that he was already dead, so they did not break his legs."

"In fact, these things took place for the scripture to be fulfilled: “Not a bone of his will be broken.”

And again, a different scripture says: “They will look to the one whom they pierced.” John 19:33, 36, 37.

Therefore,
"By this undeserved kindness
you have been saved
through faith,

and this is not of your own doing;

rather, it is God’s gift." Eph. 2:8.

"That is why it is through faith,

so that it might be according to undeserved kindness,

in order for the promise to be sure to all his offspring,... to those who adhere to the faith of Abraham, who is the father of us all." Romans 4:16.

Eternal Life
in heaven for a "little flock"

on an earth cleansed
for the "other sheep"
and resurrected ones:

"But there are new heavens and a new earth that we are awaiting according to his promise,

and in these righteousness is to dwell." 2 Peter 3:13.

Whom The Master
through Christ

does
in extreme
loving-kindness
and generosity

call:

"No man can come to me unless the Father, who sent me, draws him, and I will resurrect him on the last day." John 6:44*.

The above-spoken words of Jesus
one may in memory
vaguely
recall.

So then,

"Let us, then, approach the throne of undeserved kindness with freeness of speech, so that we may receive mercy and find undeserved kindness to help us at the right time." Hebrews 4:16.

For,
"The sacrifices pleasing to God are a broken spirit;
A heart broken and crushed, O God, you will not reject." Psalm 51:17.

Upon these awe-inspiring words
do frequently reflect:

"For this is the will of my Father,

that everyone who recognizes the Son and exercises faith in him should have everlasting life,

and I will resurrect him on the last day.” John 6:40.

"For the undeserved kindness of God has been manifested, bringing salvation to all sorts of people." Titus 2:11.

Except for these
who He does not select:

"they are ungodly men who turn the undeserved kindness of our God into an excuse for brazen conduct

and who prove false to our only owner and Lord, Jesus Christ." Jude 4.

Which ones are we?

Let us become ones who use free-will wisely
walking a narrow road imperfectly correct.

“Go in through the narrow gate,

because broad is the gate and spacious is the road leading off into destruction, and many are going in through it;

whereas narrow is the gate and cramped the road leading off into life, and few are finding it." Matthew 7: 13, 14.

Remember: Mankind will gain what Adam lost:

Eternal life lived in a paradise
with loved ones cherished
and with health amazing.

PERFECT!

Friday, May 4, 2018

You & Me

You & Me . . . A Miracle (1st draft)


You & Me

A Miracle
we proved to be.

There will always be a you
and always be a me,

as individuals
throughout an eternity.

But whether 'You'
or whether 'Me'

as persons uniquely 'we'

as at a precise
moment
we came to be

with a mom and dad
of DNA specifically
forming a 'you'
and forming a 'me'

special

even in our
adversities

not foreseeable
as in crystal ball
foretelling

falsities.

Handsome, beautiful,
short or tall,
quiet or loud
bones, big or tiny,
small

Quick-witted or not
is fine

for life, at all,
is extremely divine.

And if not
at that
connection in time

then 'you' or 'me'
would not exist
as 'you' or 'me'

as uniquely 'we'
in another's mind.

For at conception
we came to be

amazingly
'you' and 'me'

despite our imperfections
and impurities.

Desiring to be loved
and given respect

even as we live in this world
where true justice is suspect.

For Job too, in his anguish,
did neglect this type gratitude
of which King David to God
did graciously direct

after deep meditation
aiding him to reflect:

"Your eyes even saw me as an embryo;

All its parts
were written in your book

Regarding the days when they were formed,
Before any of them existed." Ps. 139:16.

Yes, Job
in his agony over problems
of which he could not correct

lamented:

“Let the day perish
on which I was born,

Also the night when someone said:
‘A man has been conceived!’" Job 3:3.*

In his tragedy
his constant negativity
understandably

needed to be refined:

"Let that day be darkness.

Let God above show no concern for it;

Let no light shine upon it.

Let the deepest darkness* reclaim it.
Let a rain cloud settle over it.

Let whatever darkens the day terrify it.
That night—let the gloom seize it;

Let it not rejoice among the days of a year,
And let it not enter among the number of the months.

Indeed! Let that night become barren;
Let no joyful cry be heard in it.

Let those who curse the day put a curse on it,

Those who are able to awaken Le·viʹa·than.

Let the stars of its twilight grow dark;
Let it wait in vain for daylight,
And let it not see the rays of dawn.

For it did not close the doors of my mother’s womb;
Nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.

Why did I not die at birth?
Why did I not perish when I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me
And breasts to nurse me?

For now I would be lying down undisturbed;
I would be sleeping and at rest

With kings of the earth and their advisers,
Who built for themselves places that are now in ruins,

Or with princes who possessed gold,
Whose houses were filled with silver.

Or why was I not like a hidden miscarriage,
Like children who have never seen the light?

There even the wicked have ceased from agitation;
There the weary are at rest.

There the prisoners are at ease together;
They do not hear the voice of the one forcing them to work.

Small and great are the same there,
And the slave is set free from his master.

Why does he give light to one who is suffering
And life to those in bitter distress?

Why do they long for death, but it does not come?
They dig for it more than for hidden treasures,

Those who are rejoicing greatly,
Who are happy when they find the grave.

Why does he give light to a man who has lost his way,
Whom God has hedged in?

For in place of my food comes my sighing,
And my groaning pours out like water.

For what I have dreaded has come upon me,
And what I have feared has befallen me.

I have had no peace, no quiet, no rest,
But trouble keeps coming.” Job 3:4-26.

Then, redirected his focus
to this future prophecy
of which his heart was inclined:

"If a man dies, can he live again?

I will wait all the days of my compulsory service
Until my relief comes.

You will call, and I will answer you." Job 14:14, 15.

However, in a brief time
Jah reversed his circumstances
to a blessing of the highest degree:

"Look! We consider happy those who have endured.

You have heard of the endurance of Job
and have seen the outcome Jehovah gave,

that Jehovah is very tender in affection and merciful." James 5:11.

For acknowledged:

"After Jehovah had spoken these words to Job, Jehovah said to Elʹi·phaz the Teʹman·ite:

“My anger burns against you and your two companions,

for you have not spoken the truth
about me

as my servant Job has." Job 42:7.

"So Jehovah blessed the last part of Job’s life more than the beginning". Job 42:12.

So, true

individually 'me' or 'you'
may need to endure a life rooted
in abject misery or circulating misfortune
not to envied

until a future time
unseeable by 'we'

still,

"May the God who gives hope fill you with all joy and peace by your trusting in him, so that you may abound in hope with power of holy spirit." Romans 15:13.

Until accomplished this thing
now brewing into being:

"Why are the nations agitated
And the peoples muttering an empty thing?

The kings of the earth take their stand

And high officials gather together as one
Against Jehovah and against his anointed one." Ps. 2:1, 2.

'You' and 'Me'
collectively
advised to:

"Honor the son,
or God will become indignant
And you will perish from the way,
For His anger flares up quickly.

Happy are all those taking refuge in Him." Ps. 2:12.

An opportunity for safety
as a 'door of opportunity'
is open now

for even individual rulers
who've partnered with nations
against Jah's Sovereignty,

Yes, they too are counseled to flee
to Jehovah, who provides refuge

under Kingdom rule.

The Messianic Kingdom
smashing opposing nations

Will be Jah's Tool.

As said To Ezekiel,
though, let us not be fooled.

Foretold also for our day
this provision utilized in the past
will again be used

to distinguish
who'll

survive
The Great Day of Jehovah:

For, "Jehovah said to him:

“Go through the city, through Jerusalem, and put a mark on the foreheads of the men who are sighing and groaning over all the detestable things that are being done in the city.” Ezekiel 9:4.

Hopefully,
'You' and 'Me'

He will select.

"With his pinions he will cover you,
And under his wings you will take refuge.

His faithfulness will be a large shield
and a protective wall." Psalm 91:4.

For 'You' and 'Me'
He Will Erect

so as made available
for us to see

A 'Tree of Life'
for an eternity!

Monday, March 19, 2018

Earth



Earth--


arable land
of which Adam
came;

from which we plant,
fish,
game.

The same land
of which is said:

"He has established the earth
on its foundations;
It will not be moved
from its place

forever and ever."

Even though, on it,
millions have bled

fighting for 'rights'
when the wrong minds
led.

Flat and Round

An oblate spheroid—

"squashed at its poles"
"swollen at the equator."

This twisting on its axis
causes us
no fear

of dipping into vastness
in a sudden disappear.

Promised made
from Our Creator's
symbolic lips:

"From now on,
the earth will never cease to have
seed-sowing and harvest,
cold and heat,
summer and winter,
and day and night."

These wondrous words
foretelling
up-and-coming
beholds

of breath-snatching
sunrises 
and soul-disarming
solar eclipses.

Imagine forever.
Not too young,
yet never old.

Keep living to see

Earth's Future
Unfold.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

21st Century Love . . . Andy & Aria's Finale


Finale:
Narrator:
 The final curtain rises on how our story began with our dear Andy jailed. Now lying limp upon his cot

believing himself a prisoner for 25 years destined to rot.

(Although, Vie's plot had been thoroughly derailed.

She sped away from the deadly scene
with a private investor hot on her trail.

At her ridiculous speed her car careened
into a thick oak tree.

The investor able to set her free from its roaring flames.

Her injuries?
Burns. To the third degree.

Hospitalized now.
Under strict security.)

While, Andy night after night tosses and turns.
Aria's letter engraved upon his heart. For her he yearns. 

"For the bed is too short to stretch out on,
And the woven sheet is too narrow to wrap up in."*

(Felt this way even as powerful leaders today.

Also, those who put trust in them.
Since their proclaimed refuge-a proven lie.

These nations not indefinite to stay.

Only their arrogance keeps them continuing to try.)

Narrator: Speaking of being humbled after extreme arrogance...

Andy: (On his back gazing at the ceiling.)
As her husband I've failed her

Narrator: Is Andy's continual cry...

(He muses poetic.)

Andy: I'd trade a thousand lovely lies, for one painful truth
I shall not despise.

Cinderella wasn't a happily ever after.
Millions of divorces deride in tragic proof.

Swatting flies with our wedding certificate
symbolizing how a roaring flame dwindles,
if not even singly inflamed,
into embers dying growing steadily
insignificant. Like the feather
weighing more than all the love
you left me. Nearly broken.
Under a bleeding moon.

Then poof!

Flying to Death.
Leaving the Living behind

though, never ready, when it's saying goodbye...

Yet, there exists a heroism in
the silence of accepting the end

as one Can't save a falling star.

A third of the heavens ousted down
exemplify this terrifying truism

our earth now
their iniquitous
demonistic
lar.

That traveling light fleeing your sight?
If you can see it, its dead.

Dead still
when you gaze again

pretending that it'll never end.

Love
unfilled

leaves

dried out one's will to live
if not forgiving
oneself and others
freely

letting go.

Until,
fulfilled:

"Your dead will live.
My corpses will rise up.

Awake and shout joyfully,
You residents in the dust!

For your dew is as the dew of the morning,

And the earth will let those powerless in death come to life."

So, dear Aria.
Once again in the future near maybe I'll too with you:

"Enjoy life with your beloved wife all the days of your futile life,
which He has given you under the sun,

all the days of your futility,

for that is your lot in life
and in your hard work at which you toil under the sun.

Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your might, for there is no work nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom in the Grave, where you are going."

A 'truth' painful or lovely to you?*

Narrator: Andy hears Aria's voice coo.
His heart quickens. He begins to smile.

He leaps off his cot and runs to the bars
where he visualizes Aria with a baby in a carriage
strolling across the stage.

His glazed eyes gaze at her. Lovelier. As always.

Face tranquil. Easy. Without guile.

Andy:Aria!
Thank you. (His arms reaching through.)

You made me remember as advised to:

"Ponder over these things;
be absorbed in them,

so that your advancement may be plainly seen by all people.

Pay constant attention to yourself
and to your teaching.

Persevere in these things, for by doing this you will save both yourself and those who listen to you." 1 Tim. 4:15, 16.

It's no longer a painful truth. I took the reproof.

I am just so sorry that from you I'd selfishly hidden
life-saving proof.

But know you'll always be
a lovely wife to me.

Sleep peaceful. You and thee.

I so look forward again to the future
with our merciful Creator bringing you and our little one
back to be

You, me, he or she
under His Divine Sovereignty.
Us a blossoming universal faithful
eternal family.

(Aria and the baby no longer in sight.)

Narrator: Still, as Andy enjoys the stream
of his sleep-walker dream,

His mother and father nervously to the station appear.
For paying bail set for Andy. His imperfect name to clear.

The curtain closes.

THE END

When it all began: 21st Century Love... Andy & Aria's Story
https://allpoetry.com/story/13440761-21st-Century-Love-.-.-.-Andy---Arias-Story-by-Lucretia-Mccloud