The sun begins to rise
And washes darkest lies
Away.
The every day surprise
Of dawn that comes alive
Will stay.
And if we wake up wise,
Then with the sun we rise
And pray.
—
Another Lai for
dVerse.
Category Archives: Spiritual practices
To See or not to See
To See or not to See?
A Shakespeare Poem for the Blind
by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III
To see or not to see?
That is the question!
Whether it is nobler to be in darkness of our eyes
Or the Spiritual Light of one’s Heart.
many of us have found that we hold a power that is to be used only when needed the most. From birth the good Lord takes each and every one of us on a journey through life’s twists and turns. Throughout this journey, we are all tested. For some of us, our physical sight may be taken, or perhaps we never had any at all. But if we ask, God gives us wisdom to understand His own vision for our lives. For we are His children, and He has a perfect plan for us all.
May God bless us all and be our Light in this life and on to the next!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.
Your Gentle Hands
My life is in your gentle hands.
You offer me the best you can.
In understanding pure and sweet,
You hold my heart in love so deep
And give my mind a place to land.
I’ve been a pawn in people’s plans
And don’t know how much I can stand.
But when I’m in distress I meet
Your gentle hands.
I’ve taken tolls, blows and demands
On borrowed time and shifting sands.
I asked the Lord if I could be
Secure and peaceful, loved and free.
His answer came in you, a man
With gentle hands.
—
This poem is a
Rondeau.
Partially inspired by a modified version of
this poem,
which was read at our wedding ceremony.
The Colors of Love: Springtime Thoughts
The Colors of Love: Springtime Thoughts
by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III
So many colors In the rainbow!
Countless combinations of shades!
Springtime flowers blossom ever so beautiful
The green grass
The trees standing tall
Nature waking up after Winter’s unwelcome visit.
Love has a color all Its own.
Two people meet
And fall so deeply in love
That color is certainly the last thing on their minds.
All they know is true love when they feel it.
Their journey of love takes them many miles and back.
Finally, that blessed day arrives
When they become man and wife,
Starting a brand new life together.
The Light from the Lord is all we need to survive.
Springtime is certainly the most beautiful time of the year.
No sight is needed
To feel the beauty of life, love, and the Lord
And know His colors of Spring!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.
An Angel and a Sailor: A True Love Story
An Angel and a Sailor: A True Love Story
by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III
Two ships lost in the night,
Two Doves flittering in flight.
Love is their destiny, to be intertwined,
For you see, they both are blind.
They gain strength from each other and most certainly from above,
Two kindred souls so deeply in love.
With the Power from the Almighty as their main Source,
no matter what life’s ups and downs,
They must keep a steady course.
With a positive attitude and tons of gratitude
To the Lord and Savior because it could have been much worse.
Some might think that their life sometimes gets rough,
But that’s one of life’s lessons that keeps them tough.
They have each other’s shoulders to lean on when things get tight,
And the Light from the Lord will always be their sight.
God bless always!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.
Arise!
Hear!
Awaken!
Rouse yourself
From the sleep of the unaware,
Unknowing,
Unconscious!
Listen!
Arise!
Allow yourself
Day dreams of optimism,
Potential,
Possibility!
Ask!
Believe!
Receive Your Self,
A once-in-a-lifetime blessing,
Innate
And whole!
Respond!
Renew!
Be
Who
Only you
Were meant to be…
Arise!
—
My Quadrille for Merril’s “rise/arise” prompt at
dVerse.
The Quest of Care
The Quest of Care
Belongs to all upon Her lands.
The Quest of Care,
To hold the sacred Earth in prayer.
Just offer Her the best you can.
Your life upon this Earth demands
The quest of care.
—
This Earth Day poem is a
Rondelet.
Related
And this post from my dVerse Poets friend, Lilian:
And the Earth Prays
Hallelujah! (And Easter Songs)
Hallelujah! Shout and sing,
For Christ is risen! Praise the King!
Hallelujah! We rejoice,
For He has given us a voice!
Hallelujah! Free your mind,
For when you seek Him, you will find!
Hallelujah! Sing and shout,
For Christ the Savior brought us out!
Hallelujah! We are free,
In Him for All Eternity!
Hallelujah! Christ alive,
So we can know Him here, inside!
Hallelujah! Shout and sing,
For Christ is risen! Praise the King!
A Mystical Strings Easter
Enjoy these songs at Easter or any other time!
Arise!
Paradise
I Am the Life
Let the Mind be in You
Let the Mind be in You – Lyrics
Born Again
Power of His Love
All Because of Love
Pay it with Love
Go the Distance
Risen!
Christ is risen! He’s risen indeed!
And from every last sin we are freed!
If we carry their load,
Then the fault is our own:
‘Cause the King threw them into the sea!
Wishing everyone a happy Easter Sunday!
Good Friday Sestina
He bore the heavy cross despite the pain.
And did He trudge and stumble in the rain?
It took His earthly strength to stand the strain.
Though in His mind, did Christ the man complain?
‘Twas more than any human could sustain,
But by His love, he took our guilt and shame.
With stripes upon His back, He carried shame.
And did He think to wallow in the pain?
I can’t imagine all Christ did sustain!
O as He walked, did teardrops fall like rain?
His human mind, it may perhaps complain,
But by His love, Christ rose beyond the strain.
What fortitude it cost to bear the strain!
And who would take another’s sin and shame?
His destiny it was; did He complain?
O who for anyone could stand such pain!
The earth shook, and the sky began to rain,
But by His love, the Savior could sustain.
A living hell did Christ the King sustain!
And did He ever crumble from the strain?
Now every year the sky is filled with rain
To clear the air of sinners’ guilt and shame.
Was there a consolation in His pain?
Yet by His love, the Lord could not complain.
I’m sure that, in His place, I would complain,
And even faith I hardly could sustain.
I cannot fathom all His depth of pain!
Profoundly though, He took on every strain
And great despair, erasing people’s shame!
And by His love, compassion fell like rain!
Now each Good Friday, clouds release the rain,
And as His children, we cannot complain.
The King of Kings who took away the shame
Did go through more than we could e’er sustain.
Did Jesus, as a man, resent the strain?
As by His love, He washed away the pain.
As brothers shame is nothing to sustain!
When we complain, just think, He took our strain.
And by His love, the rain renews. No pain!
—
A Good Friday
Sestina.
Wishing you a blessed and happy Easter weekend!
Mystical Strings 
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