Crimson Flame

Crimson flame alight

Gentle glow loves emerald sea

Grace within my heart

The Lost Coin

She searched

By candle light

Stretched out her heart

And hoped

Relentlessly

In every place

In every nook and cranny

Until she found it

And she knew, that in her hands

Was the answer.

So gently, she held unto the lost coin

Tightly,

She lovingly, kept it safe,

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Written for Poetry Jam

Crimson Tree

I love to boast

In the cross that saved me

That purchased my ransom

That paid the price

And in his suffering

There on the crimson tree

Everything that I enjoy

Was freely given to me

I died with Christ

It was my corpse

Raised as a new creation

Raised into new life

It was all obtained at the cross

He took what I deserved

Now awaken to the truth

Alive to all his grace.

Rust Never Sleeps

A gift hidden from sight

Am present for this moment to connect

For the day which passes into night

For each touch reaches sadness

The power to heal

And bring love and acceptance.

For within its burnt sapphire realm

Rust slowly moves

And captures the forgotten dreams

Perhaps this occasion to meet

Thought and prayer

Expressed in hope

For rust never sleeps in our hearts.

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Written for Poetry Jam

* Inspired by Neil Young's album - Rust Never Sleeps.

Without Vision

The lights come on

To the eyes of the seeking

By clear sighted captives

In oceans of dreams.

To see far horizons

And travel into expanses

With unglimpsed fragile shores

In realms of paradox.

Without revelation

In the fountain of precious moments

Everything is dispersed

In rooms of the perishing.

The lights come on

Loves bright illumination

Shards of hope shine

In the hearts of redemption

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Written for Poetry Jam

Visions of this room

Curtains closed together

As secret as reflected freedom

And the quiet ticking clock.

Within these solid walls

Meaningless moments.

In memories that hang

From tattered threads

On polished rails

Entwined,

With dust

Left unfulfilled.

A congregation of dreams

Held with wasted tears

And on the edge of silence

With visions of the future,

Treasures of the past,

It would be wrong to argue.

Pull back the curtains

And open the windows

Doors to nowhere

See heaven

In the glory of the mind.

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Written for Poetry Jam

The Sound of Silence

Scattered at peace

On an endless breeze

Drift into life

The heartbeat still of every seed

Between the cracks of lush meadows

Where

Hard, dirty little rocks

And stones abound.

Now is the time

to remove the warm sleeping thorns

The wakening worried weeds.

Listen

Softly rises passion

Where

No weeds grow

No lies abound

No birds to steal

Amongst my dreams

I hear the silence

Of roots being grounded

And nourished within the soil.

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Written for Poetry Jam - The Sound of Silence