The Stricken

“MANY OF US HAVE BEEN STRICKEN”

“Are we the only ones that

Have lived in shame, in our

Abuse, agony and pain?

Why did it happen? Why

Did we not stop the cruel

Acts? Did the threats

Intimidate us?

But, “we have been abused”

We cry, “those that violated

Our bodies and minds, we

Took on as our fault, the sins

Of the perpetrator has eaten

Away at our hearts.”

Our dark secrets haunt us at

Night, our pillows are drenched

With tears, having taken the

Burden upon ourselves, but it

Is just too heavy to bare.

In self reproach, beating our

Backs with a whip, each

Strike of flagellation trying

Ever trying, to pay the price.

There once was a Man that

Experienced this pain as we,

In humiliation and scourging,

He hung upon a tree.

His robe torn from His body,

His loincloth removed, a

Spectacle to the world, in

Shame and humiliation.

Stricken and despised by all

He identifies with us.

Soldiers taunting as He hung

In ignominy and disgrace,

Bickering over His garments

With tainted money.

Beaten with a rod, His back

Mutilated with cuts and

Abrasions, He took on our

Futile attempts to deliver

Ourselves.

Lacerations from a crown

Of thorns pressing upon His

Head, blood flowing upon His

Breast.

Nails driven through the palms

Of His hands, one day becoming

Scars of reminders of His love

For us.

Women and children are

Comforted in violence, for they

Have an Advocate.

Our appetites and passions, our

Molestations He has born,

Tasting the bitter wine, spewing

It from His mouth, giving power

To the addicted that they may

Be released, throwing the bottle

In the street.

The cry of the crowd is heard,

“Crucify Him”as he hung on the

Cross.

The noonday sun rising in its

Circuit, now darkened, defying

It’s ever presence across the

Heavens, He cries “Father forgive

Them for they know not what they

Do”

Giving us the desire to forgive our

Assassins and demons too.

In the wilderness of sin he denied

Himself bread, tempted of the

Devil, given to prayer instead.

Desolate and forlorn when his

Followers fled, he understands

When we are left alone.

Taking our punishment upon

Him, for all of these things

He has given power to God’s

Sons and daughters, for there is

Not a sin that He has not forgiven.

Copyright(2019)Donna Nieri

Photo courtesy of Wall Here

Innermost Cleansing

The Cleansing Hand Of God

The rush for cleansing has

Come upon us,

With distance from others,

Separating us from this

infectious virus

Soap, bleach, hand

Sanitizers and gloves

Any thing to keep this

Illness from us

We are in a panic, the

Hoarding has begun,

The stores are empty

Where can we turn?

~~~

All of this is good and

Needful, precaution is

Of utmost importance

But have we neglected,

Not only the body is

Needful of cleansing but

Our innermost souls too,

Our heart of stone is

Something we cannot do

The promise from above – the

Cleansing hand of God

“Though your sins are like

Scarlet they shall be as

White as snow, though they

Are red like crimson they shall

Be as wool”

“Turn to me for why would

You fear pestilence

And plague? Is my hand

Shortened that It cannot

Save?”

No evil shall befall us,

Nor plague come near us

For He shall give his angels

Charge over us, to keep us

In all His ways!

*Psalm 91:10

Copyright (2020) Donna Nieri

The Exodus

FROGS AND LICE

The Exodus

Part One

In the land of Egypt a pallor

Has spread

Death is imminent

All sits in darkness but the

Land of Goshen,

Where God’s chosen people

Wait for deliverance

And so Moses took his staff in

Hand

For he had a plan to lead God’s

People out of this slavery land

Before Pharoah he cast

A rod, a serpent appeared,

Pharoah became scared

To this stubborn man Moses said

“Let these people go,

Or pestilence and plague will

Come upon you and your

Servants”

Then Moses struck the water,

The River Nile turned to blood

Frogs invaded the Pharoah’s

Palace, where he slept, and in

The ovens

Into piles the frogs were heaped,

Dust was turned to lice and

Flies, flying upon man and beast

And all Pharoah’s people pled with

Him “let them go” but once

Again he would not answer,

Until the angel of death struck

His son

Then this frightened man

Said “into the desert wilderness

Take your children, that they may

Worship your God in heaven”

And so the Great Exodus began!

Multitudes of people were driven

From Egypt

Pharoah changed his mind after

They left

God was tired of his lies!

Following close behind he sought

The people, but to this God had

Forbidden

A large sea appeared, God split

It in two, on dry land His children

Passed through

On the other side they sang and cried –

“We have been saved but

Pharoah and his army He cast into

The sea, the waters swallowed

Them and they all died”…

To be continued

Copyright(2020)

Donna Nieri

Empty Casinos – Empty Streets

“CORONA VIRUS HAS SHUT OUR DOORS”

The casinos are quiet

No noisy machines, I

Wonder what seniors

Are doing with their time,

With no handles to pull?

This germ that has

Disrupted our lifestyle

So abruptly,

To try to come to terms

With this, is challenging

Malls are empty and

The stores are closed

With a sign on the

Door ‘corona virus has shut

Our doors’

People are bound to

Their homes

This pandemic scare has

Our eyes fixed on the 6pm

News,

With frightening scenes

Our streets are empty, just a

Very few venture out, I saw

My neighbor and felt like

Running over for just a

Few words to comfort with each

Other, but the

6 foot radius was too much

She couldn’t hear me very

Well from the wind that was

Blowing

The circumference of this

Illness swiftly surrounding

The earth is tightening its

Belt

With the malaise of thinking I

Have Felt

Trying to relieve myself

My hair is getting longer

Every day and I am tempted

With the scissors

It takes such an effort to wash

It, who really cares, I’m not

Going anywhere?

The dogs are licking their

Paws and really need their

Nails trimmed, but who knows

When?

I would like to go to the

Store but then I think, would

I be putting not just myself at

Risk but others too with

This pandemic like flu

Could this be a time to stop

And reflect?

In a time like this I am so

Much more vulnerable to

Feelings and emotions

This is very serious,

So if I can only sit and write

Poetry to get through it, but

How do I do this, when

Most all I write is dark and

Dreary?

Lightheartedness is not

My genre, I’m not sure why,

Maybe its because how I was

Raised as a youngster,

But since the corona bite

Maybe a little light hearted

Words might lessen the

Pain

Oh, you cursed illness if only

One good thing you bring is

To know if we believe in

God we have nothing to

Fear and all to gain

In retrospect I find it almost

Alarming to think that in

Such a time as this I could

Capture the right words,

I almost feign (for lack of

A better old English word)

To explain

This insidious concoction

That has drained our

Resources and put our

Medical profession at risk

But I’ve done my best

So I better finish and let

Go of this!

Copyright(2020) Donna Nieri

Stricken

“GIVING US THE DESIRE TO FORGIVE OUR
ASSASSINS AND DEMONS TOO”

Stricken

“Are we the only ones that

Have lived in shame, in our

Abuse, agony and pain?

Why did it happen? Why

Intimidate us?

Did we not stop the cruel

Acts? Did the threats

But, “we have been abused”

We cry, “those that violated

Our bodies and minds, we

Took on as our fault, the sins

Of the perpetrator has eaten

Away at our hearts.”

Our dark secrets haunt us at

Night, our pillows are drenched

With tears, having taken the

Burden upon ourselves, but it

Is just too heavy to bare.

In self reproach, beating our

Backs with a whip, each

Strike of flagellation trying

Ever trying, to pay the price.

There once was a Man that

Experienced this pain as we,

In humiliation and scourging,

He hung upon a tree.

His robe torn from His body,

His loincloth removed, a

Spectacle to the world, in

Shame and humiliation.

Stricken and despised by all

He identifies with us.

Soldiers taunting as He hung

In ignominy and disgrace,

Bickering over His garments

With tainted money.

Beaten with a rod, His back

Mutilated with cuts and

Abrasions, He took on our

Futile attempts to deliver

Ourselves.

Lacerations from a crown

Of thorns pressing upon His

Head, blood flowing upon His

Breast.

Nails driven through the palms

Of His hands, one day becoming

Scars of reminders of His love

For us.

Women and children are

Comforted in violence, for they

Have an Advocate.

Our appetites and passions, our

Molestations He has born,

Tasting the bitter wine, spewing

It from His mouth, giving power

To the addicted that they may

Be released, throwing the bottle

In the street.

The cry of the crowd is heard,

“Crucify Him”as he hung on the

Cross.

The noonday sun rising in its

Circuit, now darkened, defying

It’s ever presence across the

Heavens, He cries “Father forgive

Them for they know not what they

Do”

Giving us the desire to forgive our

Assassins and demons too.

In the wilderness of sin he denied

Himself bread, tempted of the

Devil, given to prayer instead.

Desolate and forlorn when his

Followers fled, he understands

When we are left alone.

Taking our punishment upon

Him, for all of these things

He has given power to God’s

Sons and daughters, for there is

Not a sin that He has not forgiven.

Copyright(2019)Donna Nieri

Angels and Demons

“ON THE OPPOSITE SHORE OF ANOTHER LAND,
FOUR HORSEMEN ARE SADDLED”

Angels and Demons

…three angels circle the earth,

With wings of flight and trumpets

Warning…

Four angels hold back angry

Winds from blowing…

Wake up you once triumphant

People, arouse from your

Slumber…

The hour of midnight is fast

Approaching…

On the opposite shore of another

Land

Four horsemen are saddled…

Spurring their horses

Increasing their gait with a heavy

Stomping…

A silver sheen from a crescent

Moon glistens the coat of sweat,

With nostrils flaring and gleaming

Eyes, their breath steaming…

A hurry of hooves spills their

Potions over a darkened land…

Signs have been fulfilled, ancient

Pages swiftly turning,

Joel the Prophet proclaiming –

A great trembling of earth!

The sun refusing to shine!

A sky of stars falling…

Standing on the edge of time

Six seals have been opened

Waiting for the seventh to be

Broken…

So through the night ride

Horses of fury

And angels of flight continue

Warning…

A voice in the darkness, a knock

At the door, words shall echo…

“Though demons inflict war

Upon God’s children…

One day His people will awaken

And listen for the midnight cry”…

“The Bridegroom comes to take

Home His Bride.”

Copyright (2020) Donna Nieri

The Weeping Prophet

“OH JEREMIAH, YOU WHO WEPT FOR YOUR BROKEN
PEOPLE, WILL YOU WEEP FOR US AS WELL?”

In the year Two Thousand

Twenty

In the third month of March

A national day of prayer

Has been declared

There is a pandemic scare

Spreading across the world

Our cities are quiet, our streets

Are bare of the throngs of people

In the thoroughfares

In amazement we question,

“How could this be?” An

Illness we don’t understand

Nor how to treat

It came upon us slowly,

Then rapidly circling the globe,

Doctors and nurses short of

Supplies,

Willingly give their lives that

Others may live and not die

Have we slept in peace and safety,

Lulled by a lie

Thinking we have all we need

Proud and free in a land of plenty?

What will it take to bend our knee

To the Creator?

Our hearts are troubled,

Have we strayed too far

From the God of heaven?

Have we spurned His love

He has so lavishly given,

Have we now been forsaken?

Funeral Of A City*

A story of antiquity is told, of a

City once dressed in rich garments

Of gold

A royal city with grandeur and

Abundance, of perfection among

All nations

Lifting its splendor, resting in

A holy place

Where God and His temple abide

In the proud City of Jerusalem a

Stiff-necked people reside

Their safety lay in rules and

Traditions, refusing to accept

The King and His salvation

~~~

With a fountain of tears

A young man cries, pleading

Forty years he warned this

City

Only to be scorned and beaten,

His message was ignored, he

Wrote a book called

‘Lamentations’

But no one listened

How lonely sits the city now,

Like a widow in sackcloth and

Ashes

Now ravished by a heathen nation

Her walls of protection and gates

Are broken

Her children taken bondage to

A Babylonian nation worshipping

other gods forbidden

These belligerent men had turned

Their backs and hidden their

Hearts

~~~

Could this Holocaust that has

Stricken our lives be a warning,

We who may be living in the last

Tribulation?

Can our cities be restored, their

Gates and walls of truth and right

Be reinstated?

Oh Jeremiah, you who wept for

Your broken people, will you weep

For us as well?

The City Of God

John, The Revelator, lay sleeping,

Awakened by a dream and a vision,

He saw a great City

The Holy Jérusalem descending

From heaven

A city of pure gold, foundations of

precious stones

Ornately fashioned, glistening with

Rubies, amethysts, jasper and opals

Of white

Surrounded by a sea of glass

And there is no need of a sun or moon

For God and the Lamb are the light

Twelve gates of pearls on each

Wall are never closed and opened

To all

A tree of life for the healing of

nations stands on each

Side of a river of life, clear as crystal

Oh Jerusalem, through paradise’ gates

your lost children have come

With voices praising His name, no

Longer ashamed

‘Come’ says the Spirit and bride!

‘Come’ let each hearer reply!

For why would you wait and

Not accept His calling?

To enter the new ‘City of Jerusalem’

Copyright(c)2020 Donna Nieri

*Book of Lamentations’

Introduction, New King

James Version