‘The Earth Is My Footstool’ Green grassis all flesh–youthful, old,suffering, or ‘professed’ blessed. In brilliant morningsunder gliding white strips of cloudssprigs sprout as tender blades in renew with drips of crystal dewspreading loyal love afieldof freshness yields. Then heat sweeps plainslacking gushing rainsto dry out wheat in deathly shadows to life no longer sustain… Yet, in his … More ‘The Earth Is My Footstool’
Yesterday (contest Creative Poetry Prompt – Ammapoet) YesterdayI, a rose, with petalsperfumed– a spring meadow… Freeas blown dandelion seeds carried away; in deed,speedily dark gloomimparted from your heart stripped my sepals;de-bloomed me… Today, in horrorI mirror a wretched thorn… Befuddled… Before mecirculating puddlesnot to reflect any blossomwhich lovingly adorns… 52 words Young People Ask . … More Yesterday
#love #Helovedusfirst https://allpoetry.com/poem/16445810-He-First-Loved-Us–second-draft–by-Seah-Ray He First Loved Us (second draft) “He First Loved Us.” *** Is it difficultto perceive altruistic love spun/hung dailyas myriads of ancient stars,inclusive of ones that shoot across glorious midnight skies, as a moon beams blue, orange, partial,or magnificently gleaming full, until a brilliant sundispenses rays to evaporate reignsto agony strung streaming … More “He Loved Us First”
https://allpoetry.com/story/16437582-A-Chance-to-Enter-the-Contest—WHY–.-.-.-Did-Jesus-Die–by-Seah-Ray A Chance to Enter the Contest / WHY? . . . Did Jesus Die? Link to Contest: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2802170-WHY–.-.-.-Did-Jesus-Die- Contest / WHY?… Did Jesus Die? Inquiring minds want to know: Just:Why Did Jesus Die?https://www.jw.org/finder?wtlocale=E&docid=502016853&srcid=share Is it so that all ‘good’ people to heaven will fly?Then, what of the earth underneath the sky?Is this where all bad … More A Chance to Enter the Contest / WHY? . . . Did Jesus Die?
https://allpoetry.com/poem/12909936-I-Dreamt-I-Was-a-Faucet-by-Seah-Ray I dreamt I was a faucetprecious wisdom flowing throughout anyone thirsty for guidanceneed only twist my handlesfor me to spout. Located in an overgrown gardenof a once palatial country home a weeping willow still sways gentlyas butterflies to flowers happily roam settling for a momenttrespassers weary sneak a seaton a porch weathered badly though … More I Dreamt I Was a Faucet
https://allpoetry.com/story/14208965-Pray–prey–pray–by-Seah-Ray Yes, it’s run–sick cycles, sadly, endless,since sin’s influencebegan. So wise…do riselike sun each morning and pray:“Please God…Do take my hand!”And apply our hearts to wisdom.Like sands of time,our goal:to withstand. Foretold:Man would one day cometo ruin the earth;killing both fleshly brother and beastwith gleeand tragic inhumane mirth.Hatred and violence increasinglike weeds from seedsand finallydeath … More ‘Pray, prey; pray!’
‘Look! Now Is the Day. . .’ “Look, the day!Look, it is coming! Your turn has come; the rod has blossomedand presumptuousness has sprouted.” Ezek.7:10. *** Centuries ago,a prophet Ezekiel foretoldwords to be absorbed into an ancient scrollto unfurl steadily from of old to present as even a red carpet is unrolledcreating a regal path, upon which multitudes todayhave sadly … More ‘Look! Now Is the Day. . .’
‘A Fine Warfare’ Carnage ~~~~ not heaped~~~~~~~~high as pyrescompiled for pillages–inspired~~~~by rage, greed, hatred, carnal desires–Youthful… Flee from in rapidity.“Pursue righteousness, faith, love, peace,” “without hypocrisy”. “Irreverent false stories,” as “told by old women” Reject… Train with ‘Godly devotion’ as your aim. Protect. War against ‘wrong’. Fight for spirituality. Battling for ‘right’ strong. Go on waging the fine … More ‘A Fine Warfare’
As each new sun loyally spinson knees, you may kneelor sometimes you standby their bed, feel within your handonce fingers firm, now softly wrinkledstill grand as lovingly entwinedby limbs yours, by mineor just lying gently in one’s palmsas you stroke gently beloved skinslowly growing coldas their bloodruns tragically too thin as also, you try to … More A DYING MAN’S WISH
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13935089-If-You-Please-by-Seah-Ray Shouted into raging waves of a thunderous sea as you stand on the precipice with a gale wind at your back. This invisible attacker or few inspiring you to leap in anger. Whispered in dark corners as music disjointed agitated your heartstrings and smoke burned your eyes causing you difficulty in seeing or breathing. … More If You Please
ITH & SB 