The world is poor
Her fortune is buried in the sky
And all her treasure maps
Are of the earth

Authentic Messiahs cannot cease
Their meditations on vast human hurt
To heed the pain of nails
Damnation, senseless
Killers! Oh, for a fee

Cassandra, if the worlds on fire
We must save a cup of ashes for
The seed.

Hell’s logic consists in
Preventing murdering by
Murdering the murderer
Heavens logic greets every
Murderer with grace
Dying when the time comes
With beatific face.

A God too large to walk in
Human shoes
Has outgrown hope of
Human use
And heavy skeptics weighted down
With doubt
Can never rise to
God’s about

A   humanist in chocking sea
Called for help presently
Received in full intensity
“You must swim, if you would be.
Self –reliance makes one free
  “That’s nice”
He said and floated easily
         And died I misery

Evil finds a ready home
Where beauty is despised
And ugliness enthroned

Prayer is most real when
we refuse to say “Amen”
We most love heaven when
We will not end our
Conversations quickly
Who found their “Amens
      Close at hand

Come to the court of God
Having eyes unwashed with
Dreams and you will see
   Nothing

Death is the confirmation of
The believer’s creed
For the skeptics it is discovery
   Immense and too late

The first sound sleep we get
         On earth
We must be roused on realm away.

Light is never given
While we fear the dark.

Materiality a blessing all its own.
Spirit -Demons play in fire
Hoping for cremation.
In terror of their immortality
          They envy dying humanity

















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Greetings,

Wow, there's alot in that but
that poet begins by looking in the wrong direction!
I hope you didn't write it, at least not recently,  Alan!   :-?
It's a strong poem, but it's creator is at first
in a dark night of the soul. Reading it, we have to walk his walk
with him and it's not through any garden!
It seems towards the end that that poet's seen his 'new dawn',
but he hasn't learned to fly into it yet. He has a mystic's viewpoint
but not yet enough mystic experience to write a final stanza.

IMO
Bets
 

Agreed, Bets. The line: Light is never given While we fear the dark....

It is always darkest before the dawn....but, perhaps our fear has nothing to do with it.

It is the earth that turns and continually brings us a new day.

When we realize that, all we have to do is wait.

love, blink :)

F-false-E-evidence-A-appearing-R-as real

FEAR=  false evidence appearing as real

I know, I am she who was most afraid to be myself and speak my words that I hid deep inside until I saw I would remain in fear whether I spoke my true thought or whether I hid away within my self.
so I took the risk because it was 1/2 dozen of this, or 6 of that.

to my surprise, though fear is still appearing as evidence, therefore seemingly real, it tends to shorten it's duration within my house of consciousness when I choose to take a risk, to merely say what I feel, in as gentle manner as I can come up with, because, without you all, and the others I come across, I would not know at all who I am, as you teach me who I am, because you show me your love.

getting sentimental on ya..... :-/

Blink,

No! I did not write it, it is a composite of a number of poems I have in my library that I posted for the forums interest.

ALAN

Thanks, Alan, didn't know that. Good to know where you are coming from.

I think Bets asked if you wrote this poem, but it did seem kind of pasted together to me. A little confusing. What do you mean, a composite? Just put together like that, it looks like a person should just read it straight through.

Call me dense but I'll do that anytime something looks that way.

love, blink :)

Ohh-hh!

I thought it was a journey by one soul, starting with the most negative outlook, and gradually finding more hope. I wondered why the poet kept changing metaphors, but  since it's poetS and they didn't know they were on a joint journey, I think it holds together pretty well!  :)

Bets

Blink,

Composite, merging make union from different sources, amalgamating etc etc

alan

Aha! I think I do know what merging and union are all about... :)

Oh, Alan, you are so "in your face" .... I find it absolutely arresting ....

kisses, blink :)

Hi alan,blink,bets and aylsia  This is my poem i wrote

I love you God, with all my heart
My beautiful saviour be
The beautiful world of spirit to see
Is waiting one day for me
For God's heaven is eternity
For love and peace and harmony
Gods heaven is always filled with love
Within the realms of beauty above
Pray to God,he hears your prayer
God listens to all you say
So trust in God everyday

GOD IS OUR SALVATION

Love and God bless    love juditha

Juditha sings! That's the best thing I've read all day!

love, blink :)

I don't know when this was written. A long time ago.

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Can't trickle gotta rush full
force      liars in the way
fill up on air throw open your
face
freezing on a wizened moon look
past a corner     notice stars how
close
they are
bright and precarious we'll not
fall     can't trickle gotta rush full
force   cliff for an eye   leap

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We have some wonderful writers here. I used to doubt my work. This poem is from maybe 20 years ago. I don't doubt my words anymore. They just are.

Perhaps I haven't told many of you how much I enjoy your words. You are magnificent.

love, blink :)