poems in late april early may 2022

001

Pockets are full of hope and grace

What I tend my hand to in the prayers of a room

Desperate to shake all the choices brought in enlightening moments

What I want is Jesus 

To hear voice of spirit holy and loving 

No man is an island and seven story mountain collecting dust on shelf

Jazz plays low and hums in background as I sink into prayer

What I tend my hand to in the prayers of a room?

I tend to silence for the hope of salvation 

That salvation that many woman and men before me tasted in everlasting water and sprouted tree to bear fruit of the likeness of Christ

That is what I tend my hands to

In patience and in silence

Hope and grace

Steadfast love

My thoughts are to thee 

002

Anxiety will only weigh the heart down in sandbag 

Creaking wood and moth only show life is to be enjoyed

For who is a righteous one Ive seen bear much fruit?

With truthful lips speaks and holds all the souls tense hopes and fear together like glue

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Love like you aint got no mess or trip

Strife is but for a moment 

Righteousness paths are always surrounded in 

Let the light shine in darkness (2 Cor. 4:6)

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Off the 777

Rock and blossom cherry

Lavender in the neighbor’s yard

Brick upon brick on the houses and peaceful breeze whistles in air

No screech of souls envious wants in this peace

How beautiful is the blue sky, orange pink white purple flowers and green-brown grass of so-cal drought

The itchiness of foot in grass and sweat coming off my chest

The suns warm hug 

Birds have their conversations and laugh 

How wonderful it is to know the creator of all

The God of my youth

The example of Jesus

Praise be to the name above all names

For my heart now sings and knows deeply

There is none like you.

_______________________

If it’s the end times. 

I don’t even know where to go with that sentence as it just draws up doubt and speculation.