I have stood in pain and called it lifeAs I grew – a pint in hand masked the strifeBut in the quiet – now the cheers are goneI hear the spirit – I thought I’d outrunNot from the steel I kept close by my sideNot in the noise nor the things that I hideBut inContinue reading “Lord Have Mercy”
Author Archives: Smith Shine Poetry
The Spirit
The spirit stands strong – the candles aflameIt wakes in prayer – in heavens name.But muscles tire – eyes fall shutWill alone – wont stand the cut.Between the pain and failing breath.Would I choose faith – until death?His grace descends when strength runs dry.Lord, my soul it longs to try.
Prayer Rope
I sit scared with brass knuckles an knife.Yet useless they lie – dark spirits seek life.I rise for battle – grab my prayer rope.I call on Christ – the source of all hope.Through spirit and chants – have mercy on me.Each knot a firm strike – no steel can be.In the quiet of battle myContinue reading “Prayer Rope”
Unconscious Force
My attention adrift on narrow roadsan unseen wind decides.In a candle flicker I hear a whisperof an incoming tide.Old memories I see – my hand uponthe wheel.Incense – The Word – The Icons.In buried echoes I start to feelDid I choose where my eyes did rest?The truth my mind eyes see?Beneath the smoke and fireContinue reading “Unconscious Force”
Quote
When you brew on your resentment, God only knows what your letting possess you. Dr J. B. Peterson
False Prophet
He came in a cloak of gentleness,He shrugged to mercy while promising bless.But underneath the sheep soft skin,A ravenous wolf – waits within.Cries of scorn spill from the lips,Calls for heads – and severed finger tips.In ‘holy war’ their voices rise,Oppression burning in their eyes.Gods true plan, or cunning lies?A false prophet in disguise.Test theContinue reading “False Prophet”
Yaxley
They tried to bury him in liesTook his home, tore his family,broke his mind.He heard the prison walls condemning.But truth releases – restoring ruin.His stubborn fire burns chains.He fights not for glory nor hate.But for love of his – and those forgotten.A shepherd boy with stones.A giant rises – a country moans.Bruised, scarred not evenContinue reading “Yaxley”
Old Demons Wait
I was never self-diagnosed,but for years I self-medicated.My life until I met her,was tangled and complicated.Prison walls and darker nightsthe suicide I survived.I saw demons in the shadows,yet still I am alive.She carries childhood wounds,her own long wars to weather.In His good time, God watchedas we came together.Now in love we’ve found a peacethat keepsContinue reading “Old Demons Wait”
Steady Stay
The storm knew my name as a childcrashed early through my door.My small hands were no matchI knew the shadows voice before.Years passed, the waves smashedyet still I crossed each sea.Damaged like the winter oak,yet His roots grow deep inside of me.Always a peace in the aftermathonce suffering has had its way.I feel the HolyContinue reading “Steady Stay”
Toby Jug
Boots off by the Milton rug,She brings me lager in a Toby jug.Friday fish ‘n’ chips, stroll by the seaA half-time pie, a cup of teaCobbled lanes and Sunday bellsRoyal pomp and roast dinner smellsRain taps, pointing blameA good old pub relieving painStubborn oak and sceptred blood,Sarcastic wit beneath the floodGlory to God who gaveContinue reading “Toby Jug”
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