Marching On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina (5)
When I Woke Up (contest Dreaming of God – Ujjal Mandal)
https://allpoetry.com/story/16917260-When-I-Woke-Up–contest-Dreaming-of-God—Ujjal-Mandal–by-Seah-Ray
Glorious sunlight displayed since upped shades didn’t wake me this day. Thunder played; lightning lit my room; rain pummeled my window pane. Reflected back– me lying abed; blanketed. On my table a cup streamed deliciousness. Tempted me to sip. Whipped cream, its top tipped. “Ah! Someone does care,” I thankfully quip.
***
Kim watched her daughter’s slow gait
up the back wooden kitchen stairs
her own personal emotions
to painfully navigate.
Kim knew too of a love grown cold.
She existed through a war
pleasuring soldiers for survival.
Yes, her youthful body
along with those older too
who were raped, bought, or sold–
‘Comfort women’.
Not to ‘Have and to hold’.
So mothers and daughters
grew bolder than bold
towards a lust driven
terribly through-in-through.
With many a sordid story
to go best forever ‘untold’…
Kim held pictures of aunts, nieces,
even uncles and friends
she’d eventually left behind
to find asylum
for her own life to defend.
There in Brazil she resettled with like kind
though anger and hatred fed her heart, head,
and mind.
But, now here in Atlanta
with daughter near at hand
and multi-cultures inhabiting
this ‘promised’ free land
she’d found security
in a brotherhood global.
Where actions elevated are pursued.
Divine. Righteous. And noble…
Sadly it took James, her husband’s death
as mankind’s collective horrendous treacherous theft
to rock her to her senses.
Made her toss aside divisive defenses
to allow hands and shoulders
to bond and mend.
Tearing down nationalistic fences
after a long bout with another anger
which left Kim curled into a tight little ball
in a cracked leather armchair
left empty in his library
located right down a narrow dark hall.
Exhausted. And completely bereft.
Upon a caring Creator
Kim gladly learned
she could always
any time call:
“Show me favor, O God,
according to your loyal love.
Blot out my transgressions
according to your great mercy.
Thoroughly wash me from my error,
And cleanse me from my sin.
For I am well-aware of my transgressions,
And my sin is always before me.
Against you—you above all—I have sinned;
What is bad in your eyes I have done.
Therefore, you are righteous when you speak,
You are right in your judgment.
Look! I was born guilty of error,
And my mother conceived me in sin.
Look!
You find pleasure in truth in the inner person;
Teach my innermost self true wisdom.
Purify me from my sin with hyssop, so that I will be clean;
Wash me, so that I will be whiter than snow.
Let me hear sounds of joy and rejoicing,
So that the bones you crushed will rejoice.
Turn your face away from my sins,
And wipe away all my errors.
Create in me a pure heart, O God,
And put within me a new spirit, a steadfast one.
Do not cast me out from your presence;
And do not take your holy spirit away from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation;
Stir within me a willingness to obey you.
I will teach transgressors your ways,
So that sinners will return to you.
Save me from bloodguilt, O God,
the God of my salvation,
So that my tongue
may joyfully declare your righteousness.
O Jehovah, open my lips,
So that my mouth may declare your praise.
For you do not want a sacrifice—otherwise I would give it;
You do not find delight in a whole burnt offering.
The sacrifices pleasing to God are a broken spirit;
A heart broken and crushed, O God, you will not reject.” Ps. 51:1-17…
To Be Cont’d.
https://allpoetry.com/story/16960929–Welcome-One-Another–by-Seah-Ray
“Welcome one another,
just as the Christ also welcomed you,
with glory to God in view.” Rom. 15:7.
***
Each individual flower
a beauty seen
whether felt as baby’s breathe
placed as a lovely filler
between
or center staged
roses, tulips, peace lilies..
A sigh from a loveliness
expelled because of a ‘collective’ lovely
scent
sent into the world
sighted
then inhaled
by bodies bent over
or crawling from power’s spent.
Caused: Appreciative eyes
to gleam with unshed/shed tears
down cheeks
to stream
since your unity
on this globe of divisiveness
excels
This vision
of ‘togetherness’ is meant
to propel others
to exert strenuous effort
to beauteously insert themselves
into this gracious precious space
where each flower is ‘watered’
by
God’s Word
and His ‘spirit’ prayed for
graces everyone. Impelled
by a loving ‘brotherhood’
already living ‘Luther’s’ dream…
***
Welcome
to Jah’s ‘family’!
Keep yourselves
in the race!.
Expend all efforts
to keep your space.
Eternity can become your possession
if treated as such–a Divine ‘Gift’.
Not just as a disposable opportunity
to squander. Your precious days
to become as only a little time
Lent…
***
“But those hoping in Jehovah will regain power.
They will soar on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary;
They will walk and not tire out.” Isa 40:31.
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