Tag: poetry

 In Truth's Décor
  
 esther's story's secretly woven‒
 giving all a simple token
 ‒divine truth goes unbroken–
 surviving through symbols‒
 weaved into carefully
 chosen words
 ‒begging those in hear:
  
 open ears
 to what is served
 ‒awards given
 to those in deserve
  
 all's well in the token‒
 driven to a back-there look
 in divine truth's beginning
  
 (the two and zero
 of grace given)
  
 ‒twelve's woven...over and over‒
 in weaving words in deem
 taken from the awakening
 of enlightened nineteen‒
 leaving behind
 that of zero and seven
 and a solemn maiden's hand‒
 as she earnestly plows through
 a worded, forgotten lace
 as a man devours the beauty
 of a woman's face
  
 hungrily devouring God's†
 carefully-placed words
 –capturing in her web
 the warmth of their embrace
 ‒opening up all  her
 tormented traps
 as He lifted His welcoming hat‒
 giving what
 her world...lacked
  
 spring forward...years buried‒
 learning the Way
 in this worded maze
 over and over‒
 appearing through haze
 divine passages‒
 screaming out their maze
  
 'look, look, look‒
 there's more than words
 in this book!'
  
 in all these wording roots
 listening, hearing‒
 the spirit-driven cue
 ‒she knew exactly
 what to do:
 carefully orchestrate
 explanation's verbate
 through a divine magistrate‒
 without breaking
 golden rules
 set by those
 who hold the glue
  
 don't be lost
 in that of fool‒
 there's an awakening
 in two
 –so listen
 for the one tiny clue‒
 for together
 not two but three
 ‒do away with deception
 for the better of the few
  
 understand the coming mates‒
 tally up this circle of eight
 ‒a player of aces and eights
 where future holds dates
 …and it's never in late
  
 the cards...held by Thee†
 ‒oh the power of three!‒
 built up the one and only Son†
 who personally chose the one‒
 a simple man's son
 ‒revealing truth
 on fingers counting five
 trying to live, stay alive
  
 bringing troubles
 screaming‒
 I feel like I'm fifteen!
  
 believing what seemed lost–
 can never be redeemed
 –not seeing the growing
 of the unseen vine
 ‒driven solely
 by the one who's Divine†
  
 when all brought together‒
 revealing the mercy
 in signs
 ‒grace given
 in the sum of nine
  
 listen, listen, listen
 there's so much more‒
 in esther's given token
 a weave already woven
 spoken in words written
 for destiny not forsaken
  
 seven maids entered her den
 seven years...the first begin
  
 a year for the reviving‒
 think of the twelve
 apostles setting out to build
 ‒rethink
 that back-there twelve
 a beginning in mend
 when in comes‒
 the simple in friend
  
 as came the twelve plus the one
 ‒Jesus...the one and three
 of thirteen‒
 the father of love in stream
 awakens a rose in need
 –fulfilling truth's chosen destiny
  
 from His† reason in be‒
 life formed
 from a lover's spirit
 as the whiff
 of an october's harvest
 ‒the breathe of the tenth‒
 opened gates
 in a lustful ingest
 ‒a beginning
 in awakefulness
  
 from esther's gentle cave
 her company of seven maids‒
 thinkings of seven years
 of  trails and testings‒
 a tally in fourteen
 ‒a maiden forgetting
 what was seen
 like that of the king–
 a thrown away dame
 placing cards
 on a lover's flame
  
 truth's awakening‒
 always comes in blind
 as hormonal lights
 screams again...fifteen!
 –discovering
 a woven-in beam
 by God's† driven stream‒
 the maiden awakens 
 in believe‒
 like loving in a dream
 feeling...again‒
 the age of sweet sixteen
  
 revelation...esther brings‒
 as strife
 came to her king
 like waves of a hurricane
 mixed with sways of cane
 days to months‒
 built in time
 adding up
 across the line‒
 in whispers
 of a spiritual nine
 ‒a constant set in design
 to be the soul keeper
 in remind
  
 then time came‒
 to shift the scene
 like the brave age
 of seventeen
 building up
 to that of nineteen‒
 that ending of teen
 ‒steps in the makings
 of a great king
  
 a maiden looking back‒
 the makings of a queen
 twelve months‒
 in a beauty's regime
 ‒six in the oils of myrrh
 ‒six in cosmetics and perfumes
 living in the palace of a king
 ‒within months
 counting twenty-four‒
 she lived in the dream
 of a true queen‒
 fighting behind screens
 for the better
 of her king
  
 in the spirit of nine‒
 the mince of a hurricane
 combining twenty-four‒
 lights replacing rain
 all adds up
 to God's willing beam:
  
 the spirit of three
 along side the strength of three
 moving carefully‒
 a well-driven destiny
  
 oh, gentle morning dove‒
 look, look, look
 the tone of esther in see‒
 in that first month
 in that twelfth year
 ‒the awakenings
 of one and three
  
 as two lived, two died
 ‒the takings of four
 in the give
 ‒the getting and giving‒
 for hearts to survive
  
 as in the building
 of an awakening‒
 that of one and three
 as a written record
 of beautifying the heal‒
 that of one and three
 ‒the beautiful sway
 of thirteen
  
 as came the twelve plus the one
 ‒Jesus...the one and three
 of thirteen†
 the father of love in stream
 awakens a rose in need
 –fulfilling truth's chosen destiny
  
 all in the makings
 of a king
 ‒over-looking
 ten thousand talents
 ‒given then resented
 then worked for
 in a manifested dream
 ‒without thought
 of the connected ream
  
 as...seven years
 in begin
 as in the twelve
 plus the One
 ‒Jesus...the one and three
 of thirteen
  
 oh, the pages
 of esther's revelation!
 a broken-down‒
 spiritual enlightenment
 leaving a mystery‒
 in driven
 an ending and a beginning
 ‒a moving to a second
 in time
 where there's no drawn lines
 for God's right on time
  
 as brought...again and again‒
 one plus two plus seven plus eight‒
 one and eight
 ‒the grace of nine
 the breathing
 of God's pure light
  
 as one plus two plus seven plus nine‒
 one and nine...the single
 of one
 God's number in sign
 ‒the highest in Divine!
  
 bringing together
 all this rhyme‒
  
 esther's beauty‒
 by a king...seen
 but not just her beauty‒
 captured his gleam
 ‒the beauty
 of her hearing
 really made her
 his queen
  
 in all awakenings–
 there's forgiving
 for all comes to an end
 bringing in a new begin
 –a carefully woven token
 revealing God's†
 enlightened scene
 the sum...that of nineteen
 where alls...not what it seems
 –for in the sum
 comes the means–
 where the one and the nine
 builds in ten–
 simplifying to the One†
 who...above all else‒
 is the infinity
 of the sum!