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Saturday, April 6, 2013

Come and Drink! Come and See! The LORD IS GOOD!!

Come and drink!
Come and see!
The Lord is good,
Is good to thee.

Come drink freely from the Vine,
taste new life that’s better than wine
an elixir of life 
bringing peace and joy
unknown 
until
one comes
and sits down
at the vine,
drinking freely
of Me,
forever.

Then you'll find
joy
love 
peace
mercy
self-control
that come from drinking freely
of the source
of life
that never ends.

Drink freely, dearest one,
and forever
you will know
the joy of love,
in the midst of sorrow and pain,
and no longer search,
as an addicted one,
for anything but Me
to fill you up and
transform the
misery
and pain
that you have
lived with
for
so long

until

you choose
to come to Me
and bare your soul
and be set free
forever! 

Precious Linda, c. 2013

Friday, April 5, 2013

There's a New Day Coming!

sadness
      tears
overwhelming pain
    memories
that won’t go away

memories
      keep circling
‘round and ‘round

 the body
    remembers
              the
                   pain

tears 
    falling
         freely

 slowly,
   at
     first,

 then building

        into a
     
                                              O!!!
                                           D
g                                    N
  r                               E
   o                         C
    w                    s
      I               e
       N         r
         G   c


B-U-R-S-T-I-N-G

   the tension
       and fears,
 with gut-wrenching sobs
      and  more
    and  more
         tears

a shake and
       a  tremble

feeling  t i r e d
   worn out
         and
            d e p l e t e d

 shaken
            and
                    spent

t
  h
 e
       n

  with 

  each

   tiny

 breath

comes a

new sense

 of  peace

   and

  r
     e
      s
         t

  for  the

    soul

of the one

    who

   takes

  a breath

     and  

   breathes

        in

 the breath of  

    new life

     deeply 

 into their soul,

     knowing

       they

        are

        still

     ALIVE,

   living and

     whole,

   believing

      there

     truly is

        a

     NEW

     DAY

  COMING!!


Precious Linda, c. 2013

Here's something new... a form of visual poetry... for my posting for April 5th!


Thursday, April 4, 2013

Grandma

Grand and generous
Remarkable and kind
Always forgiving
Never impatient
Devoted to God and to loving others
Made the best of being a widow with three kids
Always treated me as special to her

Precious Linda, c.2013

An acrostic poem for Day 4 of the National Poetry month.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Illusions

I’d never seen a midget in my neighborhood before
Walking to her driveway, from her double-wide, front door.
My eyes followed her attentively, until she did appear
Without her legs truncated by the snow that fell this year!

Precious Linda., c. 2013

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

The Living Token

The little girl turned her face away,
She thought that she might cry.
She’d been taught to tell the truth
And never, ever tell a lie.

She stood there with her neighbor,
Golden curls, framing her thin face.
Her plaid, blue dress matched her skittish eyes,
As she listened, with silence and grace.

The woman continued to question,
The scab above her brow,
And wondered how in the world
It had formed… there, somehow.

The child looked down at her shiny, black shoes,
With white anklets, trimmed with lace,
And wondered how to answer this woman,
While looking, directly, at her face.

Again, the child turned her face away,
She thought that she might cry.
She was told not to tell the neighbor the truth
And she did not know why.

She remembered the day, a week before,
When her beloved dog had bit her.
While trying to remove an object,
From his clenched jowls, he nipped her.

She knew she wanted to tell the truth,
In a very, desperate way,
But she had been told to tell a lie
And to say it… just this way:

“I fell from the porch
And that is why
I have a scab
Above my eye.”

The neighbor looked closer,
With a hand on her hip.
She did not believe it,
Not one little bit.

She said, “I don’t think so.
That cannot be true!
You’d actually look different,
Much more black and blue!”

The little girl cringed,
When she heard the words said.
She hated lying for others
And wished she were dead.

As the years passed on by, she faced many dilemmas
That caused double-binds and confusion.
Sometimes she moved on and forgot what was done,
And, sometimes, she remained in delusion.

The child never knew whom she could trust,
Her feelings of safety were broken.
Love, truth, and goodness became just a dream
And, like she, just a throw-away token.

Precious Linda, c. 2013
  
This was written as “Day 2” of the National Poetry Writing Month – 2013, with the prompt of “a poem that tells a lie.”


Monday, April 1, 2013

Two Roads (with apologies to Robert Frost)

Two roads diverged into a yellow wood
And mesmerized, there I stood
The fluttering leaves on a gentle breeze
Whispered to me with the ease…

Of a lover caressing his blossoming love
A match only made in heaven above,
Two kisses, a touch, a smile, a caress
The two entwined as they were blessed.

And with the breeze there came to be
A brilliant, red cardinal beckoning to me
My eyes followed his flittering flight
As my soul soared with gleaming delight...

Dreaming of places I’d not yet seen
People and cultures and frolicking streams
Dancing flowers splashed on meadows and moors
Brilliant sunsets over oceans and shores.

I stood amazed where the two roads diverged
And felt absolutely no nudging or urge
To move from this moment of reverie and delight
To break the beautiful moments that filled my sight

With joy, unspeakable to be present and know
Of the love that went into this beauty and glow.
May I always remember with love and with cheer
These beautiful moments, at this time of year.

Precious Linda, c. 2013

With a writing prompt of using the first line of a poem.