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Earth Chants . . .

An Allegory


Part One
“From the abundance of waves from crest to crest seeking rest”

Dark and dreary as a
December morning
as if flakes of snow are about to fall
but in mid September the threat of ashes
spew from the sky. The air subjected to
smoke and toxic fumes from raging fires.

From the four corners of the earth, a planet in cosmic
waste – as if
A Requiem of Remembrance is said for a world lost to death!



Coming from the sea of an interior womb
of this earth’s unstable waters of fertility
A sea room floating in ambience in a fetal
position, unaware

The sad seagulls cry searching for a meal
turtles, eels, colorful starfish all going
about their activity, life screams in the
sea encompassed in a grey bowl of
captivity
There is a feud in the great surge of the
waves the fragility of the earth is in
compromise

The force of the currents carry to shore
chemicals clash vapors pass, tears fall
upon ashes turning to stone

Earth is a shell waiting to be filled
crushed from the impact
of warring swells its tongue muted its
eyes scaled ears stung with deafening tones

From the abundance of its waves from crest to
crest and ever presseing on to find sweetness of waters
What is its destination?
It has taken a rest in a sepulcher of death!

A Requiem is said!

Part Two

Choirs sing in lamentations words
expressing grief for
a world taken by the thief
succumbed in silence in an allegorical dream
The earth lays in a coffin – Forgotten!

Chanters pressed together in black disguise
leather sandals ready for the battle
ringing of censors chanting their venomous songs

Part Three

“Who will win this battle of death?”
“Who will prevail?”
Angels answer!
“Jesus, He is victor over death”
“Victory is won! Oh death where is
your sting? Salvation He brings!”

Earth’s chanters lift their voices in unison
marching against the curse of the dying and
dead
A Requiem of Life now Sung
and “Amen” is said!

‘Unshaken’ 🌳 (an Autumn poem) 🍁 🍂

The trees are slowly changing their colors
– surrendering their leaves – but the old
oak tree remains dressed – a symbol of
wisdom and courage!

Oak trees are the last tree to lose their leaves

The breeze blew upon the trees, the poplar beech and willow, once providing
shade, now their leaves in piles lay but the old oak tree stands alone
quietly defying the rest. Not one leaf shakes, not one branch
breaks. It is unshaken! . . . Standing below this majestic tree, surveying the
strength it is to me, I like the oak holding on to the the old, must wait in His
time making room for the new Until then I must remain Unshaken!

This poem is from
my book titled “Unshaken”
Available on ‘Amazon’ and
‘Smashwords’
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It was a clear day. . .

And the sky was blue, the air clean, only in the
distance was the haze that our city’s inversion brings.
But as the morning hours continued and smoke
began to fill the western sky, the mountains and hills are
hidden from view . . . we thought we had been spared but
once again devastation is brought upon our land.

The creatures have no perch to raise
their young to rest their wings
Yet unlike us, when tragedy comes
and into despair we fall, they
spread their flight to brighter spots


Please may we be reminded the blade
of grass will once again push up through
dust and ashes
The grain of wheat will bring
bread again to our tables
And though we cannot see it now
the hills hidden from our view
will one day reappear when
the sun breaks through!

“[We] will lift up [our] eyes to the
hills, from where comes [our] help”


The Spider Hotel

“Every year they packed their bags with their spinning wheels”

Spiders can be creepy and scary and sometimes frightening,
but they can be funny and whimsical and fun to watch. One
day when I was walking, I came across some juniper bushes
with some spider webs spun amongst the branches. I thought
about how diligent and earnest these little creatures are.

Every year they packed
their
bags with their spinning
wheels

To spend the summer
in bungalows

on green juniper bushes

where the wind doesn’t blow
hanging from balconies
high in the air

With green fern and
monkey flowers they sit
in their chairs

spinning away as their

babies play

They are proud of their

bungalows and feel
like the elite, their
suites are the best

The other spiders are
late and stay as
guests on the bottom
floor
visiting their friends
next door

In the evening they gather
together to share their
tales and play their
fiddles on bended knees

To eat Juniper Berry pie
and watch the dance of the
fireflies

The little spiders sang and played
the yellow moon rose and with
a yawn their eyelids closed

The season flew by as they
busily spun, a spiders work
Is never done

The rainy season came and

they packed their bags
and said their

farewells – But they would be
back next year to stay at
The Spider’s Hotel!

🌟 An evening⭐star💫🌟

Wishing God’s Blessings on this Sabbath Eve
May you find rest during these peaceful hours!

“An evening star dressed in its gown of sparkling white”

Have you ever felt like the load is too heavy, as if we were
carrying the weight of the world, the sky seeming to fall on
our shoulders? The earth below us swallowing our steps?

There is a time between dusk and twilight
shadows filling the sky, the sun grows weary
and bows its head, fading in the west
and then dies. An evening star dressed in its
gown of sparkling white rises in the west, it

is a happy star with a smile on its face

it feels important . . . holding up the sky alone

One night it gets tired and begins to fall calling to the
rest – hurry quickly – I can’t hold this up any longer
the weight of this sky is too much**. . .


I wonder sometimes, do we get tired of holding
up this world, forgetting we are not alone, there
is a God working through others to help us to do
His bidding?

**These are selected verses from my
poem ‘An Evening Star’

The butterfly and the bee . .

A Summer Reflection!

“Shiny colored wings in a pretty yellow dress”

“He stuck his nose in a fragrant pink rose“

Among branches with green dappled
leaves weaving through shadows and
sun, a bright cocoon sways in the
breeze
A butterfly emerges on a summer
afternoon
brightly fashioned

enchanting and elusive with
shiny colored wings
in a pretty yellow dress
sipping nectar from a fragrant rose. A bee stops by to say hello, and the butterfly
replies – “Why is your dress so drab and dreary, you busy bee
why aren’t you pretty like me?”

The bee looked her in her eye –
“If it weren’t for me there wouldn’t be daisies – no – nor apples
on apple trees
no nectar for you to drink
nor honey stored for a cold winter night!”

“So you see, what would you be without me?
Perhaps we can sit down and be friends and have a cup of tea!”

The wounded rose . . .

The Rose Of Sharon


In memory of my loved one
I planted a rose garden
tending it with care
watered with tears
that overflow
watching it grow
until I began to crush
my wound
pressing it harder still.

When it came to mind –
The Rose of Sharon* has known my grief and borne my sorrow
too heavy for me to carry. And though I did not know, He bent down
low, whispering – “I know My sweet rose, and understand!”

*It is not clear who ‘The Rose of Sharon’
is, but Biblically speaking
many like to think it refers to our Lord.