The Poetry of Ruth - Page 5
Deathly Dark Shadows...
Loom...
down
hovering about... in glooms
of torments
during
moments
in valleys
of woes
and cares
to break
through
weakened
////// spirit gates //////
to bound
and confound
as the storm's
brew~~~
toss
you
~~to~~and fro~~
across
~~~~~troubled waters~~~~~~~
in the
dead
of night.
......Then
comes...
the morning light.
"Consider and answer me, O Lord my God;
lighten my eyes to behold Your face
in the pitch like blackness,
lest I sleep the sleep of death." Ps. 13.1
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Longing...
I long to know my love
My true love
The wonder of it all -
like the cascading water falls,
and rippling rushing waters
bubbling up under white clouds
in the midst of trembling trees
and green foliage flowered hands touching
in placating silence
through long nights
in your arms
together entwined
as hearts joined
in one breath
with you.
This love
I want to be
This desire
I want to see
bearing fruit
like plums and watermelons
ripened by love's delight
true and right
so needed as rain
and snow
for the harvest to grow.
This love
I need to know
to come
inside
where the river blood resides.
I can no longer hide
this flame of fire
only you can inspire
to flare in this love
I bear
Come with me
this love
in secret places and empty spaces
like holes without shoelaces
to bind together
this love
promised to me.
Let it be...my Boaz and me
I ask of Thee.
hovering about...
in glooms
of torments
during
moments
in valleys
of woes
and cares
to break
through
weakened
////// spirit gates //////
to bound
and confound
as the storm's
brew~~~
toss
you
~~to~~and fro~~
across
~~~~~troubled waters~~~~~~~
in the
dead
of night.
......Then
comes...
the morning light.
"Consider and answer me, O Lord my God;
lighten my eyes to behold Your face
in the pitch like blackness,
lest I sleep the sleep of death." Ps. 13.1
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
Longing...
I long to know my love
My true love
The wonder of it all -
like the cascading water falls,
and rippling rushing waters
bubbling up under white clouds
in the midst of trembling trees
and green foliage flowered hands touching
in placating silence
through long nights
in your arms
together entwined
as hearts joined
in one breath
with you.
This love
I want to be
This desire
I want to see
bearing fruit
like plums and watermelons
ripened by love's delight
true and right
so needed as rain
and snow
for the harvest to grow.
This love
I need to know
to come
inside
where the river blood resides.
I can no longer hide
this flame of fire
only you can inspire
to flare in this love
I bear
Come with me
this love
in secret places and empty spaces
like holes without shoelaces
to bind together
this love
promised to me.
Let it be...my Boaz and me
I ask of Thee.
of torments
during
moments
of woes
and cares
////// spirit gates //////
and confound
you
dead
lighten my eyes to behold Your face
in the pitch like blackness,
lest I sleep the sleep of death." Ps. 13.1
My true love
like the cascading water falls,
and rippling rushing waters
bubbling up under white clouds
in the midst of trembling trees
and green foliage flowered hands touching
in placating silence
through long nights
in your arms
together entwined
as hearts joined
in one breath
with you.
I want to be
This desire
I want to see
bearing fruit
like plums and watermelons
ripened by love's delight
true and right
so needed as rain
and snow
for the harvest to grow.
This love
I need to know
to come
inside
where the river blood resides.
I can no longer hide
this flame of fire
only you can inspire
to flare in this love
I bear
this love
in secret places and empty spaces
like holes without shoelaces
to bind together
this love
promised to me.
I ask of Thee.
O' Rain
Thanks
o' my blessed rain
for your
tremblin' river streams
cascading
down
my window pane
like the
pitter patter
of drippin' dance feets
hittin'
the warm night streets
in grippin' rhythm beats
and sing-song sounds
of splitter splatter splashes
in quick temp
splish-splashes
upon
the sweetened earth floor
and sendin'
up
that pungent
fragrant ground scent
of dust
well-spent
in the dry season
comin' through
the window
of my screen door
callin' out my name
from
where
the rain came
in my love clouds
in the sky
just to say,
hey,
I'm passin' by
your way
today.
Thanks, Your Ruth