Dedicated to Janusz Korczak
Heroes hide in the darkest places of the souls, colliding with infamy
Gardens clothed with innocence
Souls that need saving, waiting, waiting for doors to slam close
Arms open wide with tear stained sleeves to dry
Then God rest their better parts, hearts and mind to rise
To victors go the salient in salute
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When the eggs are all found, the feast tried and true
Latent to rest
No feast for five, no dinner for two
No message from you or you
Its just me and a tingling aperture
Sitting with a distant memory, a manifest reality, a tranquil affirmation
While world wide tag is a resolution
Then there’s that dreamy feeling, that unsuspecting feeling
I bask in the light of you
The glorious, mesmerizing, infinite Christ
Here I sit to wish a start, the impossible my very friend. The primitive reconciling ends, the stalwart reaching for grace. The heavenly hearing my cries. No utterance reaches skies. So, turn the knot inside to paper butterflies. Make words take flight instead.
What God put none shall hollow
Nor retrieve in embers
The trick of want never striving
Each and every time will make remark
Each and every time will bring scorching victory inside your soul
When every second of the day matters an awakened respite is sheer discordance, an uproar in the sleeve. A pent up ultimate belief that scours the surface of altruism. Whispers begging from inside the heart. Can you see the bigger picture or is the view to merely watch a martyr fly outside your reach.
Under every celestial daybreak
Regret, regret everything you did in this oasis
called life
The desert storm never reached so high
The corner piece of dictum never gave a chance to live freely
to anyone
No consciousness gave a freeway a reason
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Strivers in good company should ever meet. Footsteps, branches, painted sky. Accomplis. For triumph only souls can reach. A new wave. A baby on the crest of it, a mother on the shoreline. Stamps of light in succession.
PoetryParts by Lachapelle
In days of Epiphany the light brings not sorrow in awareness but better hearts to reach for diamonds of the mind.
To christen likeness of the vine to make mountains speak again.
To return us to the only natural light known.
The fortress never breaking held up in exultation.
The bells of Adam’s temple, the halls of David’s pavilion, the union of Abraham, be the blood that oils the King forever.
The Christ flower. The birth center for world’s futures.
Oh holy mother, Divine Expectant, like the sun your love shines through in promise of the glory of the day. My heart belongs to you. How beneficent the Holy King to hold you in the kingdom supreme and share his mighty way. As your son whom I adore stands in exultation of God’s mighty day. One for long, and long for one, is the Holy Expectant and the dawning of the son. Amen.
Notes From Caeli's Well 