When I am among beauty,
I am among my Maker.
For He is beauty,
and a passion partaker.
When I am lonely,
I know he is there.
For He tells me so
in the trees so fair.
When I get gifts of love,
I know He giveth to me.
The touch of His hand
is His guidance so free.
When all of life comes down,
I look to the heavens high,
to see wind’s wistful breezes
with his breath’s uplifting sigh.
When I look upon you,
I see the truest love.
For this, the ultimate gift
is what he giveth from above.
Author: L. M. Montes
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Repentance: A Sonnet by L. M. Montes
In valleys green so deep and vast bestow,
petals bright with candied flowers growing,
steepled churches point to eagles soaring,
praying God’s children back to him return.
The road below twists its turning clutches,
steering ’round in circles thus repeating.
Along cliffside mountains choices teeter,
souls play chicken, thus forever tempting,
playing with life’s air currents with no thought.
Thorns and thistles stretch their needles skyward,
expecting wayward children so to catch,
and peace that stands forever elusive.
But then amazing grace for them is sent,
when wayward children pray and then repent.
A Heart Deployed by L. M. Montes
Fear’s vice grip latched and firmly held,
as I watched you leave on wings of flight,
a tear upon my cheeks it felled,
as there I stood, seeing you off to fight.
All progress and forward motion from me,
stilled that day, unmoving and sticky,
but if you are to come home and be,
I must move on but, alas, is tricky.
Days faded and blew away like a stranger,
never getting too close but turning away,
wondering if you were in any danger,
and praying you’d show at the door today.
Then one day as I stood cooking,
a whisper swept across my ear,
I’m here, my love, war never shook me,
now I am home and my love is near.
A Love by L. M. Montes
Intricate beauty captures,
hearts and souls,
alas, your arms surrounding.
Traces fixed as outlines fade,
sun shifts, beams,
I am revealed as always.
Redness, goodness, passion set,
tucked within,
your soul captures, scintillates.
Through your heart life captures me,
awakens,
paint-strokes of love spark and glow.
Beauty weaves its perfect love,
hearts and souls,
your arms surround me, alas.
To You I Give by L. M. Montes
I give to you all that I have in life,
may goodness ever be your brightness of light,
an answer to the questions you ask,
will never display as a veil or a mask,
when you peer inside my soul,
transparent and lucid will I behold,
your eyes have given to me love that wills,
a love so stabbing, my body it fills,
with arms around me and keeping me snug,
off my shoulders all harm I will shrug.
Scream Like an Eagle
When you’re feeling overwhelmed, let it out. Don’t hold it inside. Scream, punch a pillow, workout, run, walk, whatever you normally do to release that tension (and it must be something that is NOT harmful). Just DO NOT hold it in.
Multnomah Falls, Oregon, USA
Multnomah Falls, Oregon, USA
My Favorite Types of Places
Closed by L. M. Montes
Like a needle with a thread
I moved to access your wakeful head,
Such knowledge have you at heart
but would not give me or impart,
perhaps attempts were great in number
causing you to go and slumber,
or maybe thus I have no key
to open you and give to me,
please think me not too selfish
just that you I want to cherish,
my hand on yours I transferred
then you said I was absurd,
I yanked my hand away
to try again some other day.
My Favorite Thing to Cook
What’s your favorite thing to cook?
My favorite dish to cook is nachos. There is so much you can do with it, which makes it very versatile. I also enjoy trying new dishes. Just the other day I tried something called Sloppy Joe Cassarole. I found it on Pinterest if your interested in trying it out. It’s very good.
