Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

(10/23/2018) Poem: TO BE TOLD





Today, I share an original poem I recently posted at Facebook (October 21, 2018, 9:09 PM), TO BE TOLD, BE STILL. Existing as a servant to GOD and abiding in a relationship with divinity poses many challenges to romantic love as well as to the hopes for family, home, and the stable relations of marriage. Endowed with mountain-moving faith, the Apostle Peter and others who were married made the sacrifice for many years separated from their wives while serving as evangelists and circuit preachers. It is written: Matthew 19: 23-30, King James Version (KJV): 23 Then said Jesus unto his disciples, Verily I say unto you, That a rich man shall hardly enter into the kingdom of heaven. 24 And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God. 25 When his disciples heard it, they were exceedingly amazed, saying, Who then can be saved? 26 But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible. 27 Then answered Peter and said unto him, Behold, we have forsaken all, and followed thee; what shall we have therefore? 28 And Jesus said unto them, Verily I say unto you, That ye which have followed me, in the regeneration when the Son of man shall sit in the throne of his glory, ye also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel. 29 And every one that hath forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my names sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life. 30 But many that are first shall be last; and the last shall be first.



THE GOLDEN ARROW: From that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him. Then said Jesus unto the twelve, Will ye also go away? Then Simon Peter answered him, Lord, to whom shall we go? thou hast the words of eternal life. And we believe and are sure that thou art that Christ, the Son of the living God. (John 6: 66-68, King James Version, KJV)



THE DOUBLE DAGGER: Discernment And Godly Love (06/26/2018); The Relationship As Servant (06/03/2018); The Practice of Love (07/27/2017); 1st “Poem-fall” 2017: THE SNOWFLAKE BALL (01/10/2017); Divine Jealousy? (09/11/2015); A Valentine, 2014 (02/15/2014); Family and Romance? (10/13/2012); Why Courage? (10/14/2012)



TO BE TOLD, BE STILL


It disturbs us to be told
be still and know
for the winter days begin
when we shall be encased in snow
and ice, all action frozen, paused
unwillingly, impotent, halted
like the sunshine process in the leaf
that turns the light to sweetness
from the root

Is it by stillness only fullness comes
the emptiness from all you know
dismissed, released
the days of frost rush over
hidden bulbs to bloom
in spring that may not be
how shall we bare or dare
without you
an evergreen of forest

can not exist alone
nor lovers without each other
embrace a new unknown
glacial abrasion, melting from
a heat of burning cold
putting aside our
youth with all its rage
succumbing to the quiet of old age

defiance and rebellion came
as wise, without deceit
and stealth, without fresh lies
through stolen moments
kisses fresh as dew
creating memories
that keep us new
and joined alive to life

what God has joined together
celebrate, receive as blessing
should deadly chill winds echo
I will never ever leave
and though we be apart
when shadows fall
in strength of what we share
I will not grieve


©Michael Andrew Williams, 2018. All rights reserved.




There is far more that should be considered, correctly examined, and spiritually apprehended. Even so, I trust this fragment will be useful. Be it unto you according to your faith.



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Washington, DC

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

(01/10/2017) 1st “Poem-fall” 2017: THE SNOWFLAKE BALL

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From the first “poem-fall” of 2017, a piece continuing to celebrate the New Year:
THE SNOWFLAKE BALL
The ballroom sky their dance floor
The flakes as sharp dressed men
Or gowned tiara crowned and shining
Like familiar whispers from GOD
That never before have been
Yet who curl and spin as familiar
Renowned, most excellent
The lifting wind of waltzes
They drive without collision
The perfect order of youth
Desire, grand parade
And yet each flake is different
Each one newborn, fresh made
As if there can be numberless
Ones and twos and threes
Not yet discovered
Hungry and ready for hidden love
Revealed within the dance
Afraid, unsure how long to stay
Bold because a smile was shared
Committed to taking a chance
The confidence of moonlight
Forbids all thought of drab
Grey-shadowed day
Knowing whispers of scandal
Will be scattered
By flurries of cleansing sun
The secret partners sway
And swirl to silent airs
The crystal beauty light
Anthems of joy
They pirouette as though
On a staircase of flame
How brief the spark that fills the lonely night
A celebration with no name
The smooth intrigue of romance
As a spring sprout love in fall
Is an awkward rhyme
Like a two-step out of time
That makes one linger late
In the winter’s first
snowflake ball
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©Michael Andrew Williams, 2017.  All rights reserved worldwide.
THE BLACK PHOENIX
Washington, DC
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