Poems of Provision X


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…road to restoration
An outpouring within welling, a yearning for the ancient dwelling, then Grace provides reminder.
Once served the subpoena, there’s no refusing the arena, a path searcher becomes now pathfinder.
The silent hand extended, my sundered spirit being mended, oh for the investment on my behalf.
There seems a correlation that paves the road to restoration, may my return be greater than chaff.
Not defined by an event, more a series of steps Heaven sent, oh may I realize what is before me.
This awakened inner presence my priority and authority, yes indeed I’m so inspired to follow thee.
The silent hand extended, my sundered spirit being mended, oh for the investment on my behalf.
There seems a correlation that paves the road to restoration, may my return be greater than chaff.
A profound teaching so worthy of beseeching, our practice perpetual and we can’t make it cease.
And perhaps in like manner, an asterisk in our Steps planner, the mind ever talking without peace.
The silent hand extended, my sundered spirit being mended, oh for the investment on my behalf.
There seems a correlation that paves the road to restoration, may my return be greater than chaff.
For patience and action yes an 80/20 fraction, may I not be outflanked by monotony and mundane.
With daily application, a waned desire for approbation, oh so much more than a make do campaign.
The silent hand extended, my sundered spirit being mended, oh for the investment on my behalf.
There seems a correlation that paves the road to restoration, may my return be greater than chaff.
Blessed with opportunity no provision for immunity, oh to be awake and present during this time.
For I’m counting on thee as you’re counting on me, emerging into a Greater Community paradigm.
The silent hand extended, my sundered spirit being mended, oh for the investment on my behalf.
There seems a correlation that paves the road to restoration, may my return be greater than chaff.

 

Float_fishing


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Reel back to real
We all share it conditioning, from the onset a partitioning, a wedge inducing unknowing.
From so long ago just paddling with the flow, for against the true current I was rowing.
When the line goes taut with the mind running in thought, it’s the wander of the wheel.
Take notice on the hourly, perhaps sooner without sourly, it’s all about reel back to real.
The mystery deeply planted, dormant and taken for granted, who could know its grand?
When the moment is right joined with the light, it’s like the oyster and the grain of sand.
When the line goes taut with the mind running in thought, it’s the wander of the wheel.
Take notice on the hourly, perhaps sooner without sourly, it’s all about reel back to real.
The draw to slumber and yield to encumber, the intervention well anchored and started.
There’s no abeyance for that mental conveyance, that effort trying to keep us unguarded.
When the line goes taut with the mind running in thought, it’s the wander of the wheel.
Take notice on the hourly, perhaps sooner without sourly, it’s all about reel back to real.
The hour getting late and impacting our future fate, is there anything of greater import?
Critical is the mission overcoming seducement and submission, hold the line, don’t abort.
When the line goes taut with the mind running in thought, it’s the wander of the wheel.
Take notice on the hourly, perhaps sooner without sourly, it’s all about reel back to real.
There’s no greater shield within our hearts to wield, the direction in which to be leaning.
The challenge ahead, how we are led, the New Message provides that greater meaning.
When the line goes taut with the mind running in thought, it’s the wander of the wheel.
Take notice on the hourly, perhaps sooner without sourly, it’s all about reel back to real.

 The voice

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…the presence of your voice
Far beyond the senses yet among these consequences, am I living the life I know I must live?
We look up to the stars and then perhaps our memoirs, a destined laying down of life to give.
Whether in or out of season, it’s the mission yes the reason, I’ve made the conscious choice.
What will keep me going through the mystery the unknowing, it’s the presence of your voice.
Now there’s a new sun rising all along that dawn horizon, it’s God’s true essence ever aglow.
May my lantern light another’s and yours in turn others, yes it’s deliberate above and below.
Whether in or out of season, it’s the mission yes the reason, I’ve made the conscious choice.
What will keep me going through the mystery the unknowing, it’s the presence of your voice.
When you’re spinning your wheels with time at your heels, lift your eyes up off that ground.
Some will not get it and others not forget it, we’re here to share the New Message all around.
Whether in or out of season, it’s the mission yes the reason, I’ve made the conscious choice.
What will keep me going through the mystery the unknowing, it’s the presence of your voice.
I can find my way with you guiding that ray, you’re the master and I’m the beginning student.
When nothing else will do, yes only the true, may my efforts be always genuine and prudent.
Whether in or out of season, it’s the mission yes the reason, I’ve made the conscious choice.
What will keep me going through the mystery the unknowing, it’s the presence of your voice.
Oh so much it requires yet so much it inspires, yes these are the moments of confirmation.
A miracle in the making, of this there’s no mistaking, yes committed to it all with affirmation.
Whether in or out of season, it’s the mission yes the reason, I’ve made the conscious choice.
What will keep me going through the mystery the unknowing, it’s the presence of your voice.

 Message on the wind.001

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…message on the wind
When that storm comes a knocking, converging and stalking, it’s no time to cut and run.
There’s no stunt double to face the coming trouble and things have only now just begun.
There’s a message on the wind, too late to rescind, and so much more than just a trace.
Saddled up to ride, the Presence is our guide, I know you’re with me now in this place.
When you break for pause to understand the cause, we have all had a part in the play.
There’s an action plan to follow, no allowance for wallow, it’s work and effort with pray.
There’s a message on the wind, too late to rescind, and so much more than just a trace.
Saddled up to ride, the Presence is our guide, I know you’re with me now in this place.
When it’s beyond the crowned even the renowned, and the masses are mesmerized.
It’s you and it’s me, yes the called like we, the Creator seems to use the unrecognized.
There’s a message on the wind, too late to rescind, and so much more than just a trace.
Saddled up to ride, the Presence is our guide, I know you’re with me now in this place.
After that first black eye and no reason to be shy, there’s a Revelation ripe to deliver.
It’s roil and toil to clear that topsoil, and in the end perhaps just part of being a giver.
There’s a message on the wind, too late to rescind, and so much more than just a trace.
Saddled up to ride, the Presence is our guide, I know you’re with me now in this place.
So then what do you say, are you ready for the day, indeed it’s certainly our’s to botch?
For when we give an account, one day on that mount, we can say it “not on our watch!”
There’s a message on the wind, too late to rescind, and so much more than just a trace.
Saddled up to ride, the Presence is our guide, I know you’re with me now in this place.