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Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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From Lush to Love

This poem was written in response to Simply Snickers Prompt. This week’s words were look, line, and lush. This week, we celebrate the birthday of French Impressionist and Pointillist painter Camille Pissarro, who was born on July 10, 1830.  Thanks Linda for the inspiration on this one.   I was also inspired by a recent post written by Tobeme, End of the Rope.  Thanks, Tobeme!

Woman Hanging Laundry by Cammile Pissaro, 1887
Woman Hanging Laundry by Cammile Pissaro, 1887

 

From Lush to Love

In the very back of the garden, behind the evergreen bush

resides a homeless gent who years ago was labeled a lush

life had dealt him a bad hand; he’d reached the end of his rope

so he drowned his misery and pain and gave up all hope

and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at his table

the poor gent became just what his peers had labeled

In the middle of the garden under the bright sunshine

stood a single mother hanging cloths on the line

She knew the pain of being judged and ostracized

Yet with the faith of her being, above all obstacles she’d rised

she found a loving connection with the man at her garden’s inn

so she made it a point that he’d have at least one friend

so each day after retrieving her cloths off the line

she’d invite him into her home for a hot meal and wine

he’d tell her the stories that lead to his fall from grace

to each sad story she’d give a positive spin in its place

she reminded him he had a beautiful soul and loving heart

as time moved on he embraced each day with a fresh new start

he developed a positive out look on life and love

Discovering his his true self, he became aligned thereof

and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine  at the table…

the peaceful gent became just what the kind mother had labeled

~CordieB.

Another Quote for the Day:  Don’t let ’em steal your joy ~Sinbad

Quote for the Day:  We are what we believe we are. ~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love. . . .

 

Silent Secrets


Photo courtesy of WolfSoul and is licensed under a creative commons license.

Silent secrets of the heart
Break your spirit into parts
parts of love and parts of pain
searching for one’s self again . . .

Silent secrets speak no peace
Only vague uncertainties
Leaving traces in disguise
Of dormant truths that will arise

Silent secrets tell no lies
And it comes as no surprise
When the silence breaks the core
Heart and spirit fight no more

Silent secrets have no bearing
on what we call love or caring
for they only weigh the spirit
Weighted hearts hold no merit

Silent secrets can’t tell lies
They are revealed in the eyes
Of the soul who bears evidence
Of the secret’s consequence.

Silent secrets speak so loud
Though they leave a question cloud
As to whether they are really heard
Heart and Soul speak a foreign word

Silent secrets do tell lies
to the self in haunting cries
to release their awful woe
let them loose! freely flow!

Silent secrets released alas!
from the hidden looking glass;
spirit free; heart released a ton
heart and spirit now dance as one!

Pride and Joy

This is my submission to  g-man and his weekly fab  friday flash 55

Photo courtesy of  Pink Sherbet Photography, shared under Creative Commons

Photo courtesy of Pink Sherbet Photography, shared under Creative Commons

He was sinfully proud of her beauty

Her complexion and velvety touch brought him immense joy

On occasions he’d simply watch her with passion;

Delicately caressing her softness…

To keep her closer, he removed her from her essense.

Inevitiably, she withered away.

Thus, he lost not only his pride; but also his joy;

the Rose.

 

Written by CordieB.

Quote for the Day:  If you allow  pride to cause you to cut your rose from its root, you’re bound to lose not only your pride, but more sadly your joy.  ~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love. . . .

Communication

The following is submitted for Mr. Knowit All’s Friday Flash 55.   , whom I discovered via Just Paisley    A Flash 55 is a poem or story written in 55 words.  Here’s mine….

 

The Sands of Ebony Time. . .~CordieB © All rights reserved.
Photo, Manipulation, The Sands of Ebony Time. . .~CordieB & Gee, AKA GLove © All rights reserved.

Words

Unspoken truths are

Sometimes far more destructive

Than ill spoken words spewed

In anger or frustration…

Whilst the latter can hurt, and never

Be retrieved…

The unspoken truths

often lead to

harsher Ill spoken words…

or even worst…

The unspoken truths

produce a subdued cancer that

sickens the soul;

slowly deteriorating

and rotting the heart

~CordieB.

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Quote for the Day.

"Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are — chaff and grain together — certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away."
— Dinah Mulock
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Sometimes, when I’m unsure just how to say something, I meditate on it.  I ask God to help me with the right words to express how I feel.  And then there are those times when I ask God to hold my tongue too…at least until I’m calm enough to speak them with compassion and conviction.

 Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.