I went about my day,
then evening came to sit,
wait I did for night so say,
I’ll send your soul adrift.
Tomorrow, we’re promised naught,
just knowledge it could be,
so in limbo I am caught,
afloat with you and me.
At last the morn breaks through,
the sun reflects the dew,
all seems right,
with sun so bright,
then life quick ran askew.
Tag: soul
Dream by L. M. Montes
Day is but a light with life to live,
rejoice and stroll in Earth’s green meadowed parks,
embed in you the yearning of your soul,
a thread to reach and sew life’s gifted oats,
meant to thrust on others life’s warmth and glow.
L. M. Montes
The Past by L. M. Montes
Looming—-
in the shadows of time,
skeletons of a haunted past,
like Satan’s fury—-
they test and tease,
taunting and afflicting until he’s pleased.
This plaguing past that will not die,
shall eat me from way down inside,
it travels—-
flamed obsession—-
My head it whirls and twirls about,
it stalks my smitten soul,
I try to rid these tentacles of time,
but still it slithers—-
there it lurks—-
a staring stranger,
forcing, reaching, grabbing, glaring—-
I’d like to think the past is gone,
but still—-
it shall remain taboo,
always there,
can never undo.
Inwards by L. M. Montes
Past mishaps can sicken you
or they can teach you,
a blessing or burden bound.
Standing on a high taught rope,
legs of jelly tense,
just cross but do not look down.
I can’t, I won’t, don’t make me,
fear it grabs my soul,
but courage it says let go.
by L. M. Montes
Forgiveness
Forgiveness,
a symphony of music
freeing the soul,
A gift,
surpassing all others
because it comes from an enemy,
yet is heart felt.
When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given,
the heart cries,
singing a song of anger, rage, and hatred.
Forgiveness,
a light,
guiding on a righteous path,
leading only to God.
A healing that cleanses,
washes,
so contamination is no longer a threat.
When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given,
the light slowly dies along with the soul.
Forgiveness,
a freedom,
like the eagle taking flight above the clouds,
carried on the whip of the wind.
A rush of adrenaline,
knowing you have the potential to do all
that is right and good.
When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given,
the wings break,
plummeting you to earth,
never to fly again.
Forgiveness,
a dove,
that lay in the heart and soul,
to rest,
bringing happiness within.
A sense of peace,
giving the knowledge that we
will be able to grow as
sweetly scented flowers in
the righteousness of God’s heavenly garden.
When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given,
we flowers die,
becoming thorns among men.
Now,
I release unto you
the greatest gift,
that of forgiveness,
sitting on the wings of a dove
as it grants you peace,
flies you toward your freedom
down the path of light to your
Savior’s loving arms.
By L. M. Montes
Presence by L. M. Montes
Look on sea blue skies and see
a dove that carries warmth from me.
Lie your weary soul on soft smooth sand,
close your eyes,
I’ll take your hand.
Smell the sweetness that painted flowers send,
and know the comfort to thee I do attend.
Listen, to the woosh of the waves,
hear my whispering words
that linger lightly as they say,
look at me,
across the vast expanse of time,
I am with you, in heart and in mind.
by L. M. Montes
Love’s Breath
Love is joyful,
Love is pain,
Love, a sweet smelling flower,
Pulls me to its scent,
And kills me with its breath.
Love stabs me with sharp petals,
And lashes, with fiery forest green leaves.
With every torturous gasp I take,
I whither.
Love’s entrancing, enticing entity,
Takes me in,
Holds me,
Stabs me,
Caresses me,
Cuts me.
This seesaw love,
It plagues me,
My head it whirls and twirls about,
Love stalks my smitten soul.
By L. M. Montes
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