You bless me with your touch
that wakes me every day,
the whisper of your voice
I hear in gentle ways,
the blanket of your Spirit
embracing me so tight,
that I may be your blessing
from morning until night.
—
For Paul’s beautiful prompt asking for “ripples of blessings” at
dVerse.
The following was written by my best friend, U.S. Navy veteran Frederick Douglass Grimes, III. He lost his sight in 2003, and his first experience ever using a computer wasn’t until Summer of 2016. He learned to touch-type, and has written some 30 stories in less than a year. It is my honor to share this one. Freddy has a sweet spirit and a special way of sharing God’s grace with all who read his work. Everyone, raise your coffee cups to The Blind Poet, Freddy G. 🙂
by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III
I am always fascinated by most of the news that I am able to obtain on my computer from N P R. For those of you who don’t know, that is National Public Radio. I love this station because not only do you receive all of the world news, you also hear news that one would not expect to hear from a news channel. One segment is one called All things considered. Today I heard that explorers of science have discovered skull and bone fragments of what appears to be human bones dating back 315000 years. They were found in Morocco. But what was more fascinating to me was the time frame for what appears to be the first humans. This disputed an earlier claim, but who really knows?
My point is a simple one indeed. If what they claim is true, then why have we as a whole human race, after all of those years, still not learned to Love, Respect, Protect, and cherish each other’s love and kindness in this massive world of ours?
Here we are in the year 2017 with all of the amazing technology, Medicines, and other unbelievable accomplishments. But as a whole, as one nation under God, haven’t learned one simple gesture, and that is the power to love. All you have to do is simply turn on the TV or the Radio. And what is the very first thing that you hear? Wars and turmoil all over the world.
For the past five or six days or so, it has been raining nonstop down here in Miami. Now if you believe the weather channel, they will tell us that between the months of June and September is always known as the hurricane season. But I beg to differ. I believe it is the Good Lord crying tears of sadness, hurt, and pain.
Love and Peace is not as hard as one might think. May god bless us all and keep us safe from harm.
Sincerely,
The Blind Poet, Freddy G.
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This was originally a
poem.
The last verse and ending line are new. Written as a Nocturn, or night song, it’s natural this would be set to music.
1. It’s midnight as the hours turn.
The clock is ticking; candles burn.
As I embrace the dark that churns,
It’s midnight as the hours turn.
2. It’s midnight as the world spins.
The time is passing; hear the din.
I reach for moonlight deep within;
It’s midnight as the world spins.
3. It’s midnight as the mind repairs.
The time is healing, easing cares.
I rest content to be in prayer;
It’s midnight as the mind repairs.
4. It’s midnight as the soul awakes.
Forget the clock of time and space.
As Spirit lights the dreamland scape,
It’s midnight as the soul awakes.
5. It’s midnight as the hours turn.
My life is ticking; fire burns.
As I embrace the dark and learn,
It’s midnight as the hours turn.
The darkest hours always turn.
for Freddy, Dominic,
and all ye of the holey, holy socks
A sock with holes can always start anew.
The wider world is waiting for your play.
There’s more to life than hiding in a shoe.
A puppet is the great escape for you.
So let it out to greet the shining day.
A sock with holes can always start anew.
You make the puppet from a piece of you,
The one that keeps the words you never say.
There’s more to life than hiding in a shoe.
You give the puppet purpose and a use
And help the lost in you to find its way.
A sock with holes can always start anew.
So let your socks and puppets pay their dues
And free you from the prison of your ways.
There’s more to life than hiding in a shoe.
Your peaceful puppets prosper as you do.
The world awaits your wisdom in a play.
A sock with holes can always start anew.
There’s more to life than hiding in a shoe.
—
A Villanelle for Franks MeetingTheBar at
dVerse.
Night falls softly these long days,
Perfect timing every phase.
Sweetest kiss caresses sky
In a lingering good-bye,
Featuring the fading Sun,
Heralding the rest begun.
Royal symphony of light,
Promises of dreams tonight.
Tender notes as day departs,
Peppering the sky with stars.
—
My Quadrille in response to Kim’s “pepper” prompt at
dVerse.
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Today is Father’s Day in the United States. My prayer is that every man knows the Father of the Universe in some way, as the great Father-Creator He is. Enjoy a happy and blessed Father’s Day!
1. The Father sends each precious child
To do a work so great.
He wraps his love in flesh and blood
To bring us to his gate.
The happy, sad, the good and bad
Are nothing in his light.
The Father doesn’t make mistakes;
He sends each precious child.
2. The Father helps his children grow
From long before our birth.
He wraps his love in flesh and blood
To do his will on earth.
The happy, sad, the good and bad
Remind us so we know
The Father doesn’t make mistakes;
He helps his children grow.
3. The Father is alive and well
Each moment that we live.
He wraps his love in flesh and blood
Because we are a gift.
The happy, sad, the good and bad,
And don’t forget to tell
The Father doesn’t make mistakes;
In us, alive and well.
4. The Father sent you as his child
To do a work so great.
He wraps* his love in flesh and blood
To bring you to his gate.
The happy, sad, the good and bad,
Are nothing in his light.
The Father doesn’t make mistakes;
He sent you as his child.
The Father doesn’t make mistakes;
You are his precious child.
You are the Father’s child.
*In the recording I sang “wrapped.” Recording this once was enough, with 2 strumming fingers still wrapped (no pun intended!) together.
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This is a testimony of God’s work! Concentration was in very short supply this week, and I have a full-blown Summer cold. On top of that, my right (strumming hand) pinkie is splinted, and the hand is very bruised. But God’s work is always completed, regardless of our outward circumstances. So no matter what you are going through, whether just this week or more ongoing, take heart! Be encouraged! And enjoy this song.
1. I painted by the numbers,
Picturing a picture of success.
I colored in the lines,
Thinking what I thought would be best.
But
Refrain:
2. I ordered from the menu,
Choosing only choices to be safe.
I checked the little boxes,
Just to score a score I could make.
But
Refrain:
3. I acted and pretended,
Speaking all my speeches from a page.
But God gives me a passion
And directs my direction on His stage.
‘Cause
Refrain: (Twice)
There is one thing that is sure,
It’s the Power of the Lord,
And the work He performs in me.
Refrain:
Good enough is not what I needed,
And predictible is not what I should be.
My fear of failure is defeated
By the one thing that is sure,
The Power of the Lord,
And the work He performs in me.
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No man shall be able to stand before you all the days of your life; as I was with Moses, so I will be with you. I will not leave you nor forsake you.
–Joshua 1:5 (NKJV)
But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.
–Matthew 6:33 (NKJV)
“What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he loses one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness, and go after the one which is lost until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost!’ I say to you that likewise there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine just persons who need no repentance.
–Luke 15:4-7 (NKJV)
You bring me back to Yourself.
1. This world distracts,
Convincing me it has something I lack.
But You bring me back to Yourself.
2. This world confides,
Inviting me into the darkness inside.
But You bring me back to Yourself.
Refrain:
3. This world is frail.
It’s strong from a distance, and close up it fails.
But You bring me back to Yourself.
4. This world is Yours.
You make each illusion a lesson and more.
And You bring me back to Yourself.
Refrain:
You bring me back to Yourself.
Refrain:
You bring me back
And remind me that You never leave me.
You bring me back to Yourself.
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Refrain:
Leave them, leave them,
Leave them where you left them.
(2x).
1. Lay your burdens
At the feet of Christ, for He will
Not return them.
Jesus paid the price. So you can
Refrain:
2. When you’re worried,
Give Him every fear. Let all the
Stress and hurry
Gently disappear. He’ll help you
Refrain:
3. When you’re hurting,
Let Him take the pain. He’s gonna
Keep you working
Through another day. So you can
Refrain:
4. When you’re yearning
For a better way. Go on and
Keep returning
To Him when you pray. He’ll help you
Refrain:
Repeat 1.
Leave them, leave them, leave them all.
Leave them.
Tonight’s Quadrille challenge at dVerse offered by Victoria is to write a 44 word poem including the word Sound.
whispers of wind
rustling trees
birdsong at dusk
rhythm of my footsteps
padding on the grass
frog jumps in pond
splashes in my consciousness
a ripple of thought
at the frequency of now
stillness falls over me
cloak of magic
feather light
nada brahma
Notes:
In the beginning was sound, the word, and the word was “God.” Yet we complicate the original meaning of the words – forgetting our root, deaf to the sound. Forget that the whole point of our “uni-verse” is to bring us towards the oneness.
My father said, “This sound [vibration of God] is the source of all manifestation….The knower of the mystery of sound knows the mystery of the whole universe.” Who is not listening?
Nada Brahma, Nada Brahma – all the world is sound. And…
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