Hope a wild and heady cliff top bright
Squalling falling now I dash myself
Upon the rocks of disappointment
Jagged reality splitting fleshy dreams
Thrills from the heights now spilled
Spattered red and ready fading
Cold elements unfeeling stealing
All evidence of hope’s prior sights.
What substance now of things unseen
Can chilled bone fragments gather
Breath groan, sinews grow, blood flow
Heart scar seams, could have beens
Waiting with gravity to be redeemed.
Your lips
Pearly petals furled in pouting peace so perfect
Your breath
Mighty little puffs of feisty life against my skin
Your eyes
Bright deep intimate soul windows, soul hands which we hold
Your voice
Colourful melody on heartstrings of delighted vulnerability
Our hug
A warm snug weight, fulfilling my arms and chest
Oh my God in these days
Sometimes all I see is rain
But if the rocks must cry out
I don’t want to be to blame,
So I sing, I proclaim
Jesus how I still love your name.
❤
Blessed be, blessed be the one whose goodness still remains,
Blessed be, blessed be the one who always loves the same
❤
And if the trees can clap their hands
Then I’m sure so can I
And in the midst of the storm
I bet they do it all the more,
So I sing or sometimes cry
Jesus I want to lift you high.
Ringlet spirals down your cheek,
Half closed eyelids hide and seek
From and for the love,
For which you were created.
♥
Loose your grip on lies of old,
Slip into the Saviour’s hold,
Bravely let the dance
Mold the truth into your stance.
♥
Unfathomed depths, dip in your heart;
Ripple seen is just the start,
Weight of rushing power
Freeing, washing walls apart
♥
Bridal beauty lies within
Unbridled; He’s extinguished sin,
Skies of light wherein
Potential fiercely soars and sings
♥
Choosing to step onto rock,
Look not back, smash the lock,
You can and will be loved
Now and through eternity!
♥
So let your gaze be lifted to
The one who loves to hear from you,
Praise will be the key;
Outwit deceit of enemy
♥
Your voice was bestowed by the King,
A unique one, distinctive ring,
Lest the stones cry out,
Let the Princess her words bring!
Accidentally,
Truthfully,
Those words, three…
By Lovers’ Lane.
♥
I’d fallen headlong,
Not that I’d known long,
At least,
Not with my brain.
♥
You’d had a head-start,
Caught unawares my heart,
And now?
Those three remain.
x ♥ x
A tremor, faint, in your expression
Joins your half answer to my question;
One foot out I slow, I know,
Restraint’s an early mist on your emotion
♦
A catch in your throat shows your struggle,
Heavy dew, light bloom aromas muddle
And with one cuddle, the honesty flows
While hopes and fears you juggle
♦
I’m honoured when you share your heart,
Wind me by the climbers in your mind
To find your childlike courage when tears smart,
You blink away the weeds that try to bind
♦
Beyond the quaint exterior, pearly paint,
The Secret Garden’s not so hard to enter,
Spirit’s fruit grow, love right at the centre,
Your roots ain’t like mine, but that’s adventure
♦
‘Fore now your friendship’s taught me many things,
Of bold and thorny challenge; real love’s tough,
Praise ringing through the branches as you sing;
You’re precious and these words are not enough.
Only a gritty life could produce such treasure.
The words again in case the picture is not clear.
Pearl
As a sun beam dances
Crisply through clear water,
So whispers He
Through His beloved daughter.
♦
Her incandescent beauty;
The fruit of several years
Where gritty trials came,
Leaving precious souvenirs
♦
Multitones of wisdom
Grace her precious words,
Radiant with perseverance,
Her strength is the Lord’s.
Subtle tell-tale creases outline your eyes
And my finger longs to linger there
To share the stories softly etched
Unbridled laughter, earnest trace of care
.
I press my lips against your rough worked hands;
I’m five again, and I can feel the chafe
Your palm, clean water on my back
I know its warmth, or yours, and I am safe
.
The very things that reveal your humanity
And seal the letters detailing your days
Singing boldly, shirking vanity
They warm my skin like summer morning rays.
Weary and lonely
Yet wanting to be alone,
Itching to fly
But energy gone,
Restless for no reason,
Excitement and dread
Quarreling, Sigh
I try again to clear my head
Frustration,
I know this lead
Is not mine to carry,
Don’t give in.
I tarry at the hurdle,
Pray.
Breathe in the Sweet Pea Sun
Win back the day.
I have pondered now
Painfully for a long time
I still don’t know how
Thank you Jingle and all!! :]
I couldn’t choose this time, so many great poems, so I’d love no nominate The Tickly Turtle!
And if i’m allowed to nominate more than one, then also Becca Givens and Cinnamon Blues :]
Fab, Thank you! :]
catieeliza 
Written
on Dec 19, 2020