An ode to poetry
An ode to the poet
A celebration to the tree
A dedication to the leaf which fell from it
Shame the thief
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Nothing:
No breadth,
no length,
no depth,
no height.
no time,
no space,
no life,
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Before the dawn of time’s first breath,
Before the light of morning’s crest,
There was a Presence, pure and grand,
Who shaped the stars with His own hand.
He did not begin where beginnings unfold,
Nor fit within the bounds of old,
For He, the Prime Mover, the Uncaused Cause,
Initiated all with divine laws.
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green, orange and purple are all in agreement
that black and white are synonyms
destroying each other’s silence
the conflict arises
first - total - final
when one of the three supposes
it is them solely who create both colours:
they rely on each other to confirm their definite,
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Let's go back to the beginning before time had begun,
standing in the presence of God the Eternal One.
Time and space have no meaning in this spiritual world
but watch now, as our Universe gradually unfurled.
Back at the beginning God said "Let there be,"
and out of nothing made the universe that we see.
The timeless "Eternal Now" had been broken
as these creative words by God were spoken.
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God is a poet,
And I, His masterpiece
Carefully crafted, beautifully made,
Shaped in His image,
A reflection of perfection, excellence and supremacy.
From the depths of silence, He spoke,
His words the brushstrokes of eternity,
With verses, He painted stars in the sky,
And through rhyme, oceans kissed the shores of existence.
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Before the dawn of time’s first breath,
Before the light of morning’s crest,
There was a Presence, pure and grand,
Who shaped the stars with His own hand.
He did not begin where beginnings unfold,
Nor fit within the bounds of old,
For He, the Prime Mover, the Uncaused Cause,
Initiated all with divine laws.
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Bless each palo verde bloom –
Those cuplets kissed by the sun
My vision wants to consume
That thus have raptured my love.
See how they speckle the tree
With a burst of yellow bright
And upon the branches flit
By the wind that blows nigh –
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See there marches Orion
With Sirius close at his feet
Tarrying not long in the air
To begin the midnight hunt.
His quickened breath congeals –
His boots crunch the fallen snow –
His eyes attempt to discern
Between tree and furtive shadow.
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When pillars fail
When walls break
My angel can bear
The unknown weight.
If darkness prevails
He comes striving
To lead me down trails
I've never been.