Contemplation Joel 2:25-26



In this moment, Adonai!
When we are alone with you,
As moments melt in silence,
In cubicles that are prisons,
Sentenced to marginalization,
By impetuous petulant powers.

Men from silken threads hang swords,
That swing over naked trussed bods.
Do shaking leaves in fall winds,
Feel the imminent separation,
Of existence and belonging,
Before being gathered by the earth?

As our hearts bleed within us,
Like melting snows in spring.
Their calculated coldness chills.
Icy handshakes,nods and winks,
Warm no one, these callous shards,
Will someday lie in middens.

Rivers evaporate in summer’s lazy heat,
And invisible vapors liberate,
The prayers rising from our souls,
joining the clouds of our pain,
That become heavy with hope,
And fall as showers of mercy.

Grief sits at our tables as we dine,
Cause liars serve false hopes,
And with animus watch us eat.
But, we break your bread in faith,
And, we see plentiful people and harvests,
And are grateful for the provisions of your love.





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Gye Nyame Meaning: "Except God" Symbol of the omnipotence and the omnipresence of God. (Fear no one, except God.) From the Akan of Ghana
Gye Nyame Meaning: “Except God” Symbol of the omnipotence and the omnipresence of God. (Fear no one, except God.) From the Akan of Ghana



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Author: Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.