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Sat Apr 25, 2020 8:51 pm
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Actually, the title format, just like my theme for the month, started with the very first poem in this thread! It was a sentence, so I decided to make every poem have a sentence for a title. ^_^
But the Fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
- Paul the Apostle

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There is odd comfort in being dwarfed by the unfathomable.

It occurs to me
You haven’t laid eyes
On the deep blue sea,
Vast in its size,
Which frightens the weak
And awes the wise.

You might just surmise,
When your gaze meets
The great ocean’s tides,
Life is a dream.
Ahead of you lies
Infinity.
But the Fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
- Paul the Apostle

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Sun Apr 26, 2020 9:42 pm
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What would ash be in a world cleansed by steam?

The instrument of creation
And the product of destruction
Scoured mountains and meadows,
Salvaging order from chaos.
Evil was vanquished and peace restored!

Yet… whispers of vice continue
To pervert ignorant minds,
Seeding empty fields with thistles
To be hailed as public icons.
Weeds bloomed while all else withered.

Can we still the recognise just
Base w hen be comes entit lemen t
Anth em th e of da ily o ur li ves
Hyp ocr isy our and cre ed p ers ona l?
Mu rd er ed by wa s r ea so n c ro wd s j ee ri ng.

Ash would be joy in a righteous world.
But the Fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
- Paul the Apostle

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The heaviest bones are always those that long to be discarded.

I think we are especially susceptible, you and I,
To the attrition of confrontation and responsibility.
There are times where the indifference of ingrates
Becomes a lingering contagion, content on lying dormant
Until fatigue of the spirit allows it to shed its latency,
Thereafter pulling dust and ash to dust and ash.
The words of playwrights are then the cure to seek,
For all disease has been borne before and duly treated.
While the alluring promise of sleep may seem kind,
It is as was said: donning the shackles of the dream
Offers escape, but there might not be an eternal winter
To herald the coming of freedom violently embraced.
But the Fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
- Paul the Apostle

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Tue Apr 28, 2020 9:57 pm
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Does the fire demand more fuel, or does it beg its own demise?

It is a sad and terrible thing
To see loss and pain perpetuate
Though the hands of those
Themselves subjected to the cycle.
Heartache burns brightest
When forgiveness and self-control
Become its first victims,
For that is when the hunt begins.

We found only glowing coals
Deep within the trembling viridian,
But the winds of our coming
Stoked the undying hunger for prey.
Children of dust and ash
Were perhaps the best opponents
For a furnace that longed
Most of all to consume its own shell.

Though that same spark
Might someday have threatened
To ignite within your chest,
Your compassion smothered all flames.
Where others saw a demon,
You saw a soul devoid of all hope,
So you delivered an end
And a final breath of warmth.
But the Fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
- Paul the Apostle

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Wed Apr 29, 2020 9:59 pm
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Glacial mirrors reflect the beauty hidden in longsuffering hearts.

Even daring souls would likely prefer
To let sleeping mountains lie,
So none could fault reason’s blade
For preaching caution in the face
Of rousing a slumbering giant.
A brumal barrier blocked our passage,
But summoning snow to sweep clear
The alpine dirt was a bit… much.

For all that I joined the protest,
We nevertheless charged inwards,
Shattering frozen bones and scattering
Any semblance of montane peace.
A displeased rumble announced our success,
And though it seemed myth incarnate
Had also woken to declare its ire,
“Only” tales of a tragic birth awaited.

Our journey might have ended in sorrow,
But our trek was as grand as it came!
How could I ever forget surpassing trials
To receive the gifts of the ancients,
Not simply witnessing the flight
Of a pristine spirit, framed in grace,
But also soaring in body and soul
Beside the only angel I’d ever see?
But the Fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
- Paul the Apostle

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Please note that I'll be working on this poem/song for a while, so please return later!



This is our journey’s end and my final gift to you.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust;
It is you must go and I must stay.
You pursued all you thought was just,
But my night has lost, again, its day.
I shall seek fate in stars once more
And, with faith, attempt to soar
Under moonlight shining hoar.


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But the Fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
- Paul the Apostle

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