Post No. 847
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Hands
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We hold our children’s hands
to keep them warm
and safe from harm —
and our father understands
our love is but a shadow of his own
for we are shaped and created
fashioned and turned
bowed and curved to his will
his hands smooth our lives
into his perfection and calm us
in the stillness of time
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©Denise G Allen, 30 July 2015 09:46
Post No. 846
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Inspiration
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O Lord reveal to me
That I can see more easily
The fruit that hangs upon Your tree
That I may pluck and plant and grow
And inspire others to do the same
To love and honour Your holy name
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©Denise G Allen, 25 July 2015 07:53
Post No. 845
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Imagination
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As the wind blows
As the world spins
A willow-the-wisp
That I cannot grasp
Lies in my path
Just out of reach
Barriers fail
Bars cannot hold
Invisible thoughts
Float in the air
Puff of smoke with a tail
Teasing my brain
Over and over again
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©Denise G Allen, 25 July 2015 06:41
Post No. 844
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Nightmare in Daylight
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Yesterday began like any other day
The sky suffused with pink from top to toe
No portent of what was to come
Of what I would have to bear alone…
Grossly betrayed by my being —
Nothing new but surely in the past
Pass-ed and all but forgotten
Vapourised and/or evaporated
Memories flooded my brain
My nightmare had returned – again
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©Denise G Allen, 24 July 2015 10:24
Post No. 843
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Dreaming
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Is life a dream and are we dreamers all
imaginations running wild as the wind
and when we experience déjà vu
does your subconscious speak to you
we enter and leave by the gates of birth and death
born into one reality to die into another
only baring our souls uncloaked to a few
that we trust are faithful and true
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©Denise G Allen, 22 July 2015 09:22
Post No. 842
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Focus
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Blurring round the edges
Keeping my focus sharp
And to the point
A pinprick in the centre
Of the picture
The crux, the crucifix
The stabilizer
The magnetizer
Holding all together
Zooming in we find
He, Him, the great I AM
And we are held captive
By His undiluted love
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©Denise G Allen, 21 July 2015 08:14
Post No. 841
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Miracles
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Our father,
maker, creator, designer and inventor
of gigantic mountains, valleys,
wastelands and seas
from the macro to the micro
and everything between
you possess the marvels and miracles
to do what e’er you please
i hear your voice calling me
across rugged mountain ranges
across the stormy sea
over the desert sands of time
through the never-ending vastness of space
calling, calling to the human race
i have countless questions to ask when at last we meet
is it only on a whim that you cause the earth to quake
is it simply on an impulse that the world begins to shake
and what is it that enables you to choose
which peoples are to win and which to lose
difficult to answer for someone such as me
but you o lord are able to see
right inside the human heart
and take it all apart
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©Denise G Allen, 14 July 2015 16:49
Post No. 840
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Heart Beat
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Everything in this world
plays its own music
or at least a beat
the mountains shout out
and the echoes play tag
with flowers cut from scraps
in mother’s rag bag
a stitch in time she’d say to me
saves nine as i clambered on her knee
a stitch in time… mends a broken heart
and the cape robin on my window sill
sings his soul out fit to burst
filling mine to overflowing with His song
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©Denise G Allen, 14 July 2015 06:45
Post No. 839
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Damaged
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Silhouetted on the hill a hump,
a swollen chunk of detritus, wept —
The smell assailed us long
Before we reached the dump.
Men and women dressed in rags
Scratched a living or a dying
Desperate like wild animals
Damaged by care-less-ness
Fouled dreams, failed chances
Used and abused by worldliness,
Heartlessness, perceptions changed,
Became infections,
Until they learned to hear and see
Differently from you and me —
Nonentities, expecting and receiving nothing.
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©Denise G Allen, 13 July 2015 08:53
Post No. 838
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Bully
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Softly, slowly drawing strength,
Relying wholly on weakness seen,
Parasites steal the light,
Leaving only darkness after
Taking joy from others’ laughter,
Growing bigger, stronger, harder.
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Cruelty, malice, hatred, spite
Flourish, but well out of sight,
Cunning, crafty as a fox,
Hiding under pleasantries
But dishing out his penalties,
Remedies for frailties.
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©Denise G Allen, 11 July 2015 11:23
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