Poetry of HITR

[HITR]

I'll share a couple of my own poetic writings in the next couple of posts, and any critique for them would be great.

Be forewarned, thought...they can be very long! ;D

Love o' Christ, HITR

[HITR]

This was written shortly after the 9/11 tragedy for a very special brother who lost a believing loved one that fateful day. This is dedicated to that special brother, with the love of Christ...

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Release and Receive

A desperate cry late in the night.
The silent teardrops fall.
The senseless violence permeates
A troubled, anguished soul.

Beside his bed on bended knee
With sorrow in his heart,
He shakes his fist and cries aloud
To Christ, who is his Fort.

His anger and his bitter rage
Just stream out from his lips.
He cries for vengance in the dark -
For justice to be met.

His human mind cannot begin
to comprehend events.
His thoughts just run together
In a tangled, jumbled mess.

He tells his God he cannot stand
Another restless night.
He does not have the strength he needs
To forge on with this fight.

He finally grows too weary
To cry against his God.
His heart is broken, rage is spent,
And silence rules the dark.

At last he hears the still small voice
From deep within that prayer.
And now the tears that start to flow
Bring comfort to that man.

It's then he starts to understand that,
Yes, his God was there.
He held His children in His arms
And loved them to their end.

Those whom we love that have pkmtyolped on
Will never hurt again.
The terror and the fear they felt
Have since come to an end.

It dawned on him that in this life
We will have pain and grief.
But even more than that, he sees,
The love that is released.

As we entrust our hearts to Him
And give Him all our pain,
The anger slowly melts away,
Replaced with endless grace.

In amongst the roses
Are so many thorns to bear.
But if we watch with prayerful hearts
We'll find our God is there.

Christ helps us see that all these things
Must surely come to pkmtyolp.
For in this life, while we bear grief,
Our sorrows will not last.

We are to be His hands and feet
To share eternal truths.
That all of those who's ears will hear
May come to bear His fruit.

He's called them home and they will be
Forever in His love.
The rest of us must carry on
Until the work is done.

May He bless us, may He keep us.
May He hold us in His hand.
May He give us faith and wisdom
And the courage just to stand. Amen.

[HITR]

This one is more of a poetic writing, rather than a poem:

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Whisper

What is this life but a whisper in time?
It is as the dancing of the leaves caused by a crisp autumn breeze.
It is as a delicate flower whose petals undoubtedly wilt and fall upon the hard-packed sod.
This life is as the early morning dew that settles upon the gpkmtyolr, and then it's gone.
The time that we've been given is precious - every moment of each day has a purpose.

What is this life but a whisper in time?
It is as a storm brooding over the raging sea, strong and intense before dissipating.
It is as a fiery sunset signaling the close of another day, making way for the breaking of a
new dawn.
This life is as fragile as a shimmering frost giving beauty to all who behold its splendor before it slowly succumbs to the heat of the morning sun.
The gift of each day must be lived to the fullest possible measure, and is never meant to be taken for granted.

Yet in this life there is hope!
Hope in the here-and-now. Hope in the difference just one soul can make.
Hope in the promise of new life - eternal life.
Those who know Him who is the Most High know this hope of which is told.
Those who have taken refuge in the power of His name shall never be alone, nor shall they ever perish.
Those precious souls who trust in Jesus will be given the courage and the strength to face all that this world may thrust upon them.
For their hope is in Christ, and in Him they shall always live.

Christ is their Fortress, and within Him they shall find comfort;
They shall find peace. They shall be given the wisdom, and the courage, and the strength to continue in His will.
They shall trust in the promise He has made.
They will find victory and live forevermore.
As it has been written, this is the amazing promise of God.

For what is this life, but a whisper in time?
Yet only in this mortal shell that we wear we are but 'just a whisper.'
For our soul is eternal, our spirits are freed and our feet have been set upon the course.
And we shall live forevermore.
For that is the blessed promise of God.

And God will always uphold His word.

O death, where is thy sting?
For our scarlet sins have been made white as snow;
The blood of Christ has set us free!

I am the resurrection and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. John 11:25

[Shiloh73]

HITR said:

This was written shortly after the 9/11 tragedy for a very special brother who lost a believing loved one that fateful day. This is dedicated to that special brother, with the love of Christ...

* * * * * * *

Release and Receive

A desperate cry late in the night.
The silent teardrops fall.
The senseless violence permeates
A troubled, anguished soul.

Beside his bed on bended knee
With sorrow in his heart,
He shakes his fist and cries aloud
To Christ, who is his Fort.

His anger and his bitter rage
Just stream out from his lips.
He cries for vengance in the dark -
For justice to be met.

His human mind cannot begin
to comprehend events.
His thoughts just run together
In a tangled, jumbled mess.

He tells his God he cannot stand
Another restless night.
He does not have the strength he needs
To forge on with this fight.

He finally grows too weary
To cry against his God.
His heart is broken, rage is spent,
And silence rules the dark.

At last he hears the still small voice
From deep within that prayer.
And now the tears that start to flow
Bring comfort to that man.

It's then he starts to understand that,
Yes, his God was there.
He held His children in His arms
And loved them to their end.

Those whom we love that have pkmtyolped on
Will never hurt again.
The terror and the fear they felt
Have since come to an end.

It dawned on him that in this life
We will have pain and grief.
But even more than that, he sees,
The love that is released.

As we entrust our hearts to Him
And give Him all our pain,
The anger slowly melts away,
Replaced with endless grace.

In amongst the roses
Are so many thorns to bear.
But if we watch with prayerful hearts
We'll find our God is there.

Christ helps us see that all these things
Must surely come to pkmtyolp.
For in this life, while we bear grief,
Our sorrows will not last.

We are to be His hands and feet
To share eternal truths.
That all of those who's ears will hear
May come to bear His fruit.

He's called them home and they will be
Forever in His love.
The rest of us must carry on
Until the work is done.

May He bless us, may He keep us.
May He hold us in His hand.
May He give us faith and wisdom
And the courage just to stand. Amen.

Rarely does poetry move me to tears, but this one has done it. Our Lord has blessed you with a rare and precious gift. Thank you for sharing with us.

Your sister in Christ,
Debbi

[HITR]

Thank you, Shiloh. It's such a blessing to me when God's hand is seen through me in any way!

I had written one about the judgment quite a while back, and I posted it once on the 'most-recent-old-mb'. **grin** Nobody really mentioned much about it, though. Probably way too long. I think it's pretty long, but it sure does make ya stop and think for a bit. Perhaps I'll copy it over here. I haven't yet just because of the sheer length of it. It's a poem, but it's **ahem** lengthy! ;D

Love o' Christ, HITR

[HITR]

* * * This is for my brother, whose cries are in my heart * * *

Growth in the Darkness

The days seem bleak and, oh!, so dark;
I sob, and cry, and weep.
The pain inside just overwhelms
And cuts so very deep.

I lie awake and ponder all
The hurt within my soul.
For each bad thought I recollect,
I dig a deeper hole.

The valley that I shuffle through
Is, oh!, so very wide.
I can not seem to move ahead;
I’ve no one at my side.

I wander ‘round these barren thoughts;
I feel so weak and dry!
And hence that silent voice
Gently nudges to tell why.

He tells me that my valley
Is not a dreadful fate.
He says He has great things in store
If I’ll be still and wait.

I listen as He tells me
There’s a purpose for this hour;
If I’ll be still before Him
He will show Himself in power.

He helps me see that growth takes place
Most often in the night;
That I’ll see things more clearly
As I continue in His light.

The word He spoke about the dead
Within the valley walls,
Assures me all His children
Will hear Him when He calls.

His resurrection He will bring,
And death will pkmtyolp me by.
As I am still, He speaks to me,
Though I still question why.

He says, “You do not see, My child
That life is for you now.
The picture that I gave to you
Is not just what, by how.

The bones are like your flesh, you see,
They can not make you live.
The power that gave those bones their life
Is only mine to give.

The bones were not the miracle
I wanted you to see;
The precious gift I have for you
Is life that comes from Me.

But your new birth was just the first
Of many things to come.
The battles that you try to fight,
I have already won.”

As I begin to see my growth
Out of my darkened haze,
I start to see the wonder of
God’s most mysterious ways.

As flesh does have it’s growth spurts
In the restful hours of the night,
My spirit grows in these such times,
Revealed in His great light.

The trying of my faith does teach me
Patience, by His grace.
With Christ as my defender,
There’s nothing I can’t face.

While I may feel alone at times,
My God is always there;
Holding me with His strong arm
In His eternal care.

May God bless us, and keep us, and make His face to shine upon us.

[Monkey]

Good.

[ChatterBox]

Did I mention: WOW?

[HITR]

* * * HITR just getting back into the swing of things after the long weekend, and catching up on all threads * * *

Thank you, both, Monkey and Chatterbox. Any feedback is great, and I'm psyched to see that a few of you have actually taken the time to even read these...they are kinda long! ;D

I do so love the writer's forum!

Blessings, hither

[Citizen]

HITR, I'm speechless! These are very beautiful! Thank you for posting them ... I know it probably makes you a little nervous, like opening a part of you and laying it out for display. But you've blessed my day!

[RealistState]

HITR said:

This was written shortly after the 9/11 tragedy for a very special brother who lost a believing loved one that fateful day. This is dedicated to that special brother, with the love of Christ...

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Thank you, my sister....

...and I still read it everyday!