Jeremy Robin Le Saux
Sagittarian arrow
flew to true finality:
blue eyes opened, and the tree
of life fresh g[r]ain could sow.
Although the future none now know
‘make most of opportunity’
remains a motto all should see,
magnets success, so mark its glow.
Maturity? - Joy’s overflow!
Temptations base must always be
nipped in the bud when spirit free
defies authority, and so
maturity youth’s promise will
comfort, reinforce, instill.
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His Litany to the Holy Spirit
In the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!
When I lie within my bed,
Sick in heart, and sick in head,
And with doubts discomforted,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!
When the house doth sigh and weep,
And the world is drown'd in sleep,
Yet mine eyes the watch do keep,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!
Whe the artless doctor sees
No one hope but of his fees,
And his skill runs on the lees,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!
When his potion and his pill,
Has or none or little skill,
Meet for nothing, but to kill,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!
When the passing-bell doth toll,
And the Furies in a shoal
Come to fright a parting soul,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!
When the tapers now burn blue,
And the comforters are few,
And that number more than true,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!
When the priest his last hath prayed,
And I nod to what is said,
'Cause my speech is now decayed,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!
When (God knows) I'm toss'd about,
Either with despair or doubt,
Yet before the glass be out,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!
When the Tempter me pursu'th
With the sins of all my youth,
And half damns me with untruth,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!
When the flames and hellish cries
Fright mine ears and fright mine eyes,
And all terrors me surprise,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!
When the Judgment is revealed,
And that open'd which was seal'd,
When to Thee I have appeal'd,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!
poem by Robert Herrick
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His Litany, To The Holy Spirit
In the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When I lie within my bed,
Sick in heart, and sick in head,
And with doubts discomforted,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the house doth sigh and weep,
And the world is drown'd in sleep,
Yet mine eyes the watch do keep,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the artless doctor sees
No one hope, but of his fees,
And his skill runs on the lees,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When his potion and his pill,
Has, or none, or little skill,
Meet for nothing but to kill,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the passing-bell doth toll,
And the furies in a shoal
Come to fright a parting soul,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the tapers now burn blue,
And the comforters are few,
And that number more than true,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the priest his last hath pray'd,
And I nod to what is said,
'Cause my speech is now decay'd,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When, God knows, I'm tost about
Either with despair, or doubt;
Yet, before the glass be out,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the tempter me pursu'th
With the sins of all my youth,
And half damns me with untruth,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the flames and hellish cries
Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes,
And all terrors me surprise,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the Judgment is reveal'd,
And that open'd which was seal'd;
When to Thee I have appeal'd,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
poem by Robert Herrick
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Litany to the Holy Spirit
IN the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When I lie within my bed,
Sick in heart and sick in head,
And with doubts discomforted,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the house doth sigh and weep,
And the world is drown'd in sleep,
Yet mine eyes the watch do keep,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the passing bell doth toll,
And the Furies in a shoal
Come to fright a parting soul,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the tapers now burn blue,
And the comforters are few,
And that number more than true,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the priest his last hath pray'd,
And I nod to what is said,
'Cause my speech is now decay'd,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When, God knows, I'm toss'd about
Either with despair or doubt;
Yet before the glass be out,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the tempter me pursu'th
With the sins of all my youth,
And half damns me with untruth,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the flames and hellish cries
Fright mine ears and fright mine eyes,
And all terrors me surprise,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
When the Judgment is reveal'd,
And that open'd which was seal'd,
When to Thee I have appeal'd,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
poem by Robert Herrick
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Odyssey of the Soul
Childhood falls
Suffocated by lies
Promises of tomorrow
Trade the dreams of today
Consumer chase begins
A little piece of beauty
Sacrificed to adulthood
Wonder, Imagination
Don’t leave me now
Vanishing days
Carelessly slip away
Time and tide dispels
All childlike things
Life becomes dimmer
Too old for fun
Fun is fun it’s ageless
It is just fun, and its free
Maturity, yes maturity
Ever seen the world
Is this maturity?
I must act my age
My spirit rises before me
So many seasons, so much time
Eyes searching for a sign
Doesn’t anyone realise
Mistaken we equate childishness
For the gift of being childlike
Age straps on the chains
We become a worldling
Stolen childhood, silently
Lost Along the way
Childlike observations
Were not meant to wither
Imagination crushed by facts
Dreaming dreams, just dreams
Dreams worth coming true
This too will pass, with age
Who would have thought
walking between rain drops
would become silly
Capturing the frosted
Cobwebs on a twig
restricted to the young
Imagination, imagination
when did it happen
was I distracted
full of self wisdom
unaware that now begins
the oddyssey of the soul
the long trek home
to my Father’s arms
poem by Adrian Wait
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Maturity is the ability to think, speak and act your feelings within the bounds of dignity. The measure of your maturity is how spiritual you become during the midst of your frustrations.
quote by Samuel Ullman
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The principles now planted in thy bosom will grow, and one day reach maturity; and in that maturity thou wilt find thy heaven or thy hell.
quote by David Thomas
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A Side By Side
There was no epiphany,
no thunder from the skies
that day;
nothing so drama-filled;
it was more a soft release
a settling in;
a peek into your soul
by me,
which said
this person
is the one
I'm with.
It was not Love' Bells ringing
from steeple tops
or rose petal garden paths,
but it is Devotion's Arrow which penetrates deeper still
than the ones Cupid carries.
Devotions shaft
did not pierce,
it did not seek
the penetrations Cupid does
there is no magic potion on the arrow tip;
rather my feathered missile
flew all round you
lifting up the two of us,
forever bound.
Young Lovers face inward
looking into each other eyes,
but Love's Maturity
is these Lovers
side by side
facing toward Eternity.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Comforting
We understand the time must come
when one of us will have to leave.
The when not ours to command
but for our comfort we believe.
That we will surely meet again
in future lives, yet to be
as surely as we’ve met before
in lives hidden from memory.
Sometimes we’ve lived as man and wife.
In other lives played different roles.
No cause for jealousy or strife.
Pure love connects our kindred souls.
I have loved you since time began
though sometimes we are separate.
We come together when we can
which gives us cause to celebrate.
Each soul created has to learn
by hard experience usually.
Through each successive life in turn
until we reach maturity.
True love dies not it cannot do
love grants us immortality.
I state what we believe is true.
That we go on eternally
Though others may hold different views.
Derived from what they have been taught.
I think each one of us must choose.
Whatever offers us comfort.
(12-Nov-07)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Being filled with the Holy Spirit, then, is a matter of obedience to the Word of God. The filling of the Spirit that all experienced at Pentecost was a matter of a promise being fulfilled. Today, the believer is to be filled in obedience to the command of Ephesians 518, continuously, not merely by a single, crisis experience. The Christian life is a growth process toward maturity.
quote by Clarence Cramer
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A Prayer In The Summer Of My Life
Lord, I ask that you bless the days
where the summer of my life starts
that You pour out the blue-white thunder and rain
generous into my life.
Give that I in maturity win
against every resistance of my own will
and that I selflessly love my darling,
please cover the sin of my youth,
draw out the summer of my later years
and bring the two of us closer to each other.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Something Dumb Did
One's ability to purchase and acquire things,
Does not bring one into the center ring...
Of maturity.
To bow and be acknowledged under spotlight.
It's the letting go,
Without the screaming.
It's the absence of demeaning others.
With accusations to place and erase,
One's motivation to exit in escape.
With a taking of one's own steps made,
In the acceptance of mistakes.
A maturity arrives that enlightens one's life.
With no anticipation done.
To secure a maturity when it comes.
When someone realizes something dumb did...
Is the winning of a beginning of control one holds.
With emotions kept in balance.
On shoulders one can show so bold.
It's the letting go,
Without the screaming.
It's the absence of demeaning others.
With accusations to place and erase,
One's motivation to exit in escape.
When someone realizes something dumb did...
With emotions kept in balance.
On shoulders one can show so bold.
A maturity takes over.
One that is seen that needs not to be sold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maturity is often more absurd than youth and very frequently is most unjust to youth.
quote by Thomas A. Edison
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Flower Grow Before Snow
Transformation of expression.
I cannot say
on these silent
serene pages.
Much of future success
I would wish you.
Throughout awaiting lifetime.
With arduous studies.
Complementary necessity
interlocked within
all forthcoming endeavours.
As you make
many varied decisions.
Which will alter
determine possibilities
upon rendering paths
you will walk in life.
Least I may
heartfelt solemnly say
is make firm
cognitive decisions.
With belief trust.
Founded in fact.
Creative fantasy
expressing individuality.
Build upon
acquired sought
knowledge. Hard
industrious work.
Live hope
learning enlightenment
strength
developing determination.
Strive for balance
seek first foremost
central good at heart
in depth defining people.
I would wish life filled joy
happiness fulfillment.
Which is righteous reward
complimenting encompassing
strenuous studied effort.
Balance maturity
attained peace
within self-mind.
Discipline love
responsibility
true friendship.
Hold as comfort on days
when rain must fall.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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looking Back An Overview Of A Life
Today, I turned forty three
So I look back or look ahead
Back to what I was or ahead to what I'll be
But not too far because then I'd be dead
I decided to look back then ttavel ahead
Exploring my most pivotal years
Remembering things people had said
Examining my deepest fears
Childhood, years of innocence and wonder
Everything to a child's eyes is new
Til one day, innocence is torn asunder
As surely as the sky will be blue
Teenage years, a sense of immortality
At such an age death is not even imagined
Doing everything with such youthful vitality
Not knowing the end is already predestined
Twenties and Thirties maturity is reached
And things just seem to fall into place
Your innocence, long since breached
Is remembered in the look on a child's face
In your Forties attaining middle age
Deciding that maturity looks good on you
Graying hair, against which you don't rage
You feel it's distinguished, how very true
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Youth condemns; maturity condones.
quote by Amy Lowell
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Lessons Yet To Learn
That one who comes,
Appearing to block our way.
May just be the one...
Who affords us more time,
To clarify our own journey.
With a wider vision,
Of that path to view all obstacles.
Not to stop us.
But to strengthen what it is,
We rush with a desire.
Dripping with ambition...
But leaving a completion of thought,
Loosened by an outcome,
That skips over lessons yet to learn.
Maturity is not a given.
A maturity received is earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Magic Of The Green And Blues
The magic of the green and blues, a view
Turtle doves in flight in purple night, they flew
Tragic plight a fight, now imagine me its true
Green and blue, blue and green
No matter to you but to me
The blue is woe and envy is green
It has to be, this way it seems, to me
Did I fall, commit a crime or lie, no
But miss misery makes my eyes glow
Through the blues and greens
A future is foreseen, by my eyes but for me
I stand tall above you all and truth I see
The magic of the green and blues, a view
Turtle doves in flight in purple night, they flew
Tragic plight a fight, now imagine me its true
Green is me and blue miss misery
She the only one to have a hold of me,
Unhappy together but with clarity forever
poem by Daniel Richards
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Not now Please, (delay of long life)
Listen to my hope in my tears, long life is ahead of my future, the Spirit is willing yet the passage of life refuse my set-time.
NOT NOW, (success is inside men)
Success is not just in the path of Righteousmen but in their soul.
Not now, (life is needed in success also in Spiritual aspect)
i cann't die just yet, Spirit giveth life to Spirit,
Not now, i will give to my generation both born and unborn life,
my Spirit is more capable and alart to the Spiritual things.
poem by Senator alufalism
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Life is truly a ride
We're all strapped in.
When the doctor slaps your behind,
he's ripping your ticket and
away you go.
As you make each passage
from youth to maturity,
sometimes you put your arms up
and just scream.
Somtimes all you can do is hang on
to the bar in front of you.
It is the ride
that is the thing.
I think the most you can hope for
at the end of life is that
your hair's messed up,
you have a smile on your face,
that only you know how it got there,
you've used up all you had,
you're out of breath and
you didn't throw up on yourself.
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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A new day
almost it ended, before it started, when all
what is given is losing its grip, the journey
becomes a hoax to survive
take all the chances to pursue what is
being started, for it is just a beginning of
what is a new day for all of us
it is always the inner voice, which is stronger
than what you see in your naked eyes, all
the way your passion carried out your
pleasure to remember that maturity is but
a wonderful experienced of what is life
this comfort zone, tells us the intriguing story
where and what life has reach to know more
of what is self redeeming, knowing that the
past reveals and controls everything life
exposes to the real you
a new day has elude my fears, a choice that
today anything that seen and what it comes
has consume my illusion, and now I am in
control of what I wanted in life, a new day has
come to witness the true in me to you
I am in you and you are in me, in this garden of
life, a reveling truth that a new day has started
to sprout in our lives
poem by Antonio Liao
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