My God, My God, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me
My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me, we all have such moments, all seems hopeless. There is nothing, still we go on, we find a way. If we have done works of the soul, if we have moments before the cross where we where true to our core, those muster seeds will carry our depths, our soul, our life to a new life here or to new lands, to new hope, to more noble fulfilling desires to better more refined worlds to come.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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My Pillar
Life and its tragedies
Life and its mysteries,
Life and its challenges,
The unbearable moments,
The deepest fears,
In my moments of weakness,
You remain my pillar of strength
Life and its hopeless wishes,
Life and its unrealistic myths,
Life and its broken dreams,
The moments of agony
The moments of wrong visions,
You remain my pillar of reality
Life and its conspiracy,
The innuendo and insinuations,
Life and its unintented outcomes,
The hopeless hope
The faithless faith
You remain my pillar of hope
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Waving to moments passing by
Moments happy moments
people think about them
people write about them
people talk about them
people hope about them
I see moments
lots of moments
but I wave to my moments
as they pass me by...
My life is a ship
on an Ocean deep
passing by is the ship 'Could've been'
it holds all my moments in its keep
I stand on my lifes deck
waving to moments till they're just a speck
Moments happy moments
people live them
people grab them
people make them
people savour them
but I wave to my moments
as they pass me by...
Goodbye 'Could've been'
Goodbye moments...
poem by Michelle Melody
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Every Time We Love Sincerely
Every time we love sincerely, from our depths, from our core, not only do such moments exist forever but they create gaps, they are pure inspiration, of life of life, they become gaps in time and place, that metamorphose the very laws and processes of manifest creation to be more in accordance with the harmonized state of being of paradise.
Such experiences are of spirit, are inspiration, and are soul's fulfillment.
Such moments purify past incarnations and guide future embodiments.
Every time you love sincerely you change the universe. You help it be more of what it is meant to be
Paradise, awakened infinity.
Eternity, unconscious infinity
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Sweet empty sky of June without a stain,
O Lord, the hope of Israel, all they that forsake
Thee shall be ashamed ; and they that depart from
Thee, shall be written in the earth, because they have
forsaken the Lord, the fountain of living waters.
Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed ; save me,
and I shall be saved, for Thou art my health, and my
great deliverer.
I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to
the gates of the grave ; I have deprived myself of the
residue of my years.
I said, I shall not see the Lord, even the Lord in the
land of the living : I shall behold man no more with
the inhabitants of the world.
O Lord ! by Thee doth man live, and from Thee is
the life of my spirit : therefore wilt Thou recover me,
and make me to live.
Thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the
pit of corruption ; for Thou hast cast all my sins
behind Thy back.
For Thy name's sake hast Thou put off thine anger ;
for Thy praise hast Thou refrained from me, that I
should not be cut off.
For the grave cannot praise Thee, death cannot
celebrate Thee : they that go down into the pit, cannot
hope for Thy truth.
The living, the living, he shall praise Thee, as I do
this day : the father to the children shall make known
Thy truth.
O Lord ! Thou hast been merciful, Thou hast
brought back my life from corruption : Thou hast
redeemed me from my sin.
They that follow after lying vanities, forsake their
own mercy.
Therefore shall Thy songs be with me, and my
prayer unto the God of my life.
I will go unto the altar of my God, unto God, the
joy of my youth ; and in Thy fear will I worship
towards Thy holy temple.
I will sacrifice unto Thee with the voice of thanks-
giving ; I will pay that which I have vowed ; sal-
vation is of the Lord.
poem by Henry Vaughan
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I Could Not Ask For More
Lying here with you listening to the rain smiling just to see the smile upon your face these are the moments I thank God that Im alive these are the moments Ill remember all my life
Ound all Ive waited for and I could not ask for more looking in your eyes seeing all I need everything you are is everything to me these are the moments I know heaven must exist t
Are the moments I know all I need is this I have all Ive waited for and I could not ask for more I could not ask for more than this time together I could not ask for more than this time
You every prayer has been answered every dream I haves come true and right here in this moment is right where Im meant to be here with you here with me these are the moments I thank
That Im alive these are the moments Ill remember all my life Ive got all Ive waited for and I could not ask for more chorus I could not ask for more than the love you give me coz
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L Ive waited for and I could not ask for more I could not ask for more
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Hast Thou Forgotten Me?
HAST thou forgotten me? the days are dark—
Light ebbs from heaven, and songless soars the lark—
Vexed like my heart, loud moans the unquiet sea—
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten me? O dead delight
Whose dreams and memories torture me to-night—
O love—my life! O sweet—so fair to see—
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten? Lo, if one should say—
Noontide were night, or night were flaming day—
Grief blinds mine eyes, I know not which it be!
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten? Ah, if Death should come,
Close my sad eyes, and charm my song-bird dumb—
Tired of strange woes—my fate were hailed with glee—
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten me? What joy have I?
A dim blown bird beneath an alien sky,—
O that on mighty pinions I could flee—
Hast thou forgotten me?
Hast thou forgotten? Yea, Love’s horoscope
Is blurred with tears and suffering beyond Hope—
Ah, like dead leaves forsaken of the tree,
Thou hast forgotten me.
poem by Philip Joseph Holdsworth
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In Between Those Moments Gone
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I finally realized,
I can not continue to analyze my life.
It has to be lived.
In the time given I am living it!
This life!
My life.
And right I wanted it.
Free of tricks and traps.
No more patience could I give to that!
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I had to let go!
From the redoing of the 'what ifs'.
And the sitting with emotions reminisced,
To feel them still existing.
'Something' had to end.
I knew it was 'my' resisting.
And...
In between those moments gone,
I learned how to begin to believe...
In me!
And severing myself away from conflict,
Was no longer a question welcomed to visit.
It became my duty.
My reality.
To free my soul.
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I knew I had to maintain and hold onto my dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moments
There are moments
Nothing works perfect
There are moments
Only to talk to own
There are moments
Feel like worst hell
There are moments
Nothing works perfect.
poem by Abhinaba Sen
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The Fairest Apparition
If thou never hast gazed upon beauty in moments of sorrow,
Thou canst with truth never boast that thou true beauty hast seen.
If thou never hast gazed upon gladness in beauteous features,
Thou canst with truth never boast that thou true gladness hast seen.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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In These Moments Of Revelation
IN THESE MOMENTS OF REVELATION
In these moments of revelation
We are where we are meant to be.
It may be the Music of a voice
Or it may be some manifestation of great Light in words
A Poem-
It may be in a deed of Courage-
It is when we see in the world
And in humanity
A Greatness that justifies and sanctifies Everything.
We thank God who Gives us Moments of Life
Where the Beauty of Being
Lives in us
And makes us know too
We are at home
In Your soul.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Moments
We have treasured moments
we collect everyday,
as we walk our journey
along life’s long and winding road.
Moments that we want to keep
for some sad and lonely day.
Moments to treasure,
when the sun refuses to shine.
Moments to remember
and call upon at anytime.
Moments when we are blessed,
with love and friendship divine.
Moments that we gather,
with love in our memories.
Moments, beautiful moment,
we gather everyday.
poem by David Harris
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The Flame
‘Tis not a game that plays at mates and mating,
Provençe knew;
'Tis not a game of barter, lands and houses,
Provençe knew.
We who are wise beyond your dream of wisdom,
Drink our immortal moments; we 'pass through'.
We have gone forth beyond your bonds and borders,
Provençe knew;
And all the tales of Oisin say but this:
That man doth pass the net of days and hours.
Where time is shrivelled down to time's seed corn
We of the Ever-living, in that light
Meet through our veils and whisper, and of love.
O smoke and shadow of a darkling world,
These, and the rest, and all the rest we knew.
'Tis not a game that plays at mates and mating,
'Tis not a game of barter, lands and houses,
'Tis not 4of days and nights' and troubling years,
Of cheeks grown sunken and glad hair gone gray;
There is the subtler music, the clear light
Where time burns back about th' eternal embers.
We are not shut from all the thousand heavens:
Lo, there are many gods whom we have seen,
Folk of unearthly fashion, places splendid,
Bulwarks of beryl and of chrysoprase.
Sapphire Benacus, in thy mists and thee
Nature herself's turned metaphysical,
Who can look on that blue and not believe?
Thou hooded opal, thou eternal pearl,
O thou dark secret with a shimmering floor,
Through all thy various mood I know thee mine;
If I have merged my soul, or utterly
Am solved and bound in, through aught here on earth,
There canst thou find me, O thou anxious thou,
Who call’st about my gates for some lost me;
I say my soul flowed back, became translucent.
Search not my lips, O Love, let go my hands,
This thing that moves as man is no more mortal.
If thou hast seen my shade sans character,
If thou hast seen that mirror of all moments,
That glass to all things that o'ershadow it,
Call not that mirror me, for I have slipped
Your grasp, I have eluded.
poem by Ezra Pound
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My Canadian Chronicles 13
In each life, there are special moments
we like to remember and recall.
Moments that have brought us laughter
almost cascading into tears.
Moments of great happiness
to last us through the years.
Moments with very special people
who are dearly beloved friends.
Special moments no one can take away.
They happen but once
and are captured forever within our mind.
Special moments within our lifetime.
10 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Best Of Times
when we who were
privileged
think back over
the course of our lives
when we consider
our struggles
to gain an education
earn a living
we know
the best of times
were hard won
effort sustained
in affirmation
of honour integrity
that the favour
of our divine God
was a blessing
of heavy burden
yet our best times
were these times
were achieved moments
of quiet personal happiness
stung like polished pearls
among endless hardship toil
others who lived lives
of total abject suffering
never had never knew
moments of soul saving
happiness moments
of sustaining hope
life saving renewing
regenerating hope
were cast down
upon broken knees
that did not pray
know personal Saviour
we are humbled
we solemnly grieve
that their hedonistic
lives were too much
for
a faithless
soul
to carry
in isolation
from the
redeeming
Grace of our God
an infinite love
an infinite mercy
an infinite favour
an infinite goodwill
shown to humankind
poured out upon humanity
cast free of devouring sin
through repentance in Christ
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Until We Meet Again
The crawling moments of yearnings
Are permeated by rousing desires
Immersed in celestial thirst
And earthly passions
But the soul protests fervidly
What the flesh cannot afford.
It was just yesterday
That I held you in my arms
But you are now
Thousands of miles away
In a remote metropolis
Where a great river
Kisses the northern sky
And I long
For your tender love Soul Mate
In a southern harbour
On the shores of the mighty ocean.
Thus and so life unfolds
As a story of hello and goodbye
Welcome and so long
A time together and a time to fly.
Yet the soul protests fervidly
What the flesh cannot afford.
The crawling moments of yearnings
Are permeated by rousing desires
Now time and space
Drive unyielding wedges
Building disjointing walls of farewell
But on the horizon flowers blossom
Greeting us with blessing
Until we meet again.
poem by Paul Hartal
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The Great Mercy
Betwixt the saddle and the ground
Was mercy sought and mercy found.
Yea, in the twinkling of an eye,
He cried; and Thou hast heard his cry.
Between the bullet and its mark
Thy face made morning in his dark.
And while the shell sang on its path
Thou hast run, Thou hast run, preventing death.
Thou hast run before and reached the goal,
Gathered to Thee the unhoused soul.
Thou art not bound by Time or Space:
So fast Death runs : Thou hast won the race.
Thou hast said to beaten Death: Go tell
Of victories thou once hadst. All's well!
Death, here none die but thee and Sin
Now the great days of Life begin.
And to the Soul: This day I rise
And thee with Me to Paradise.
Betwixt the saddle and the ground
Was Mercy sought and Mercy found.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Xxxix
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me
(Against which years have beat thus blanchingly
With their rains), and behold my soul's true face,
The dim and weary witness of life's race,--
Because thou hast the faith and love to see,
Through that same soul's distracting lethargy,
The patient angel waiting for a place
In the new Heavens,--because nor sin nor woe,
Nor God's infliction, nor death's neighborhood,
Nor all which others viewing, turn to go,
Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,--
Nothing repels thee, . . . Dearest, teach me so
To pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good !
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet XXXIX: Because Thou Hast the Power
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me
(Against which years have beat thus blanchingly
With their rains), and behold my soul's true face,
The dim and weary witness of life's race,
Because thou hast the faith and love to see,
Through that same soul's distracting lethargy,
The patient angel waiting for a place
In the new Heavens,--because nor sin nor woe,
Nor God's infliction, nor death's neighbourhood,
Nor all which others viewing, turn to go,
Nor all of which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,--
Nothing repels thee,...Dearest, teach me so
To pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good!
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet XXXIX
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me
(Against which years have beat thus blanchingly
With their rains), and behold my soul's true face,
The dim and weary witness of life's race,--
Because thou hast the faith and love to see,
Through that same soul's distracting lethargy,
The patient angel waiting for a place
In the new Heavens,--because nor sin nor woe,
Nor God's infliction, nor death's neighborhood,
Nor all which others viewing, turn to go,
Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,--
Nothing repels thee, . . . Dearest, teach me so
To pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good !
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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What Privet and Tender Moments
What privet and tender moments do you have with your child, with your teenager, with your friends, family, love ones, with your self, with life. Don't you know that such moments, such experiences are the very core of creation, extending out from God, to God. Let me help you know this more, see this more, as you show me, this is the only way.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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