Category Archives: Poetry

The Story

Living the Word, Poetry, , , ,

You are the first page and the last.
You are the future and the past.
You are the epitome of every view.
The Story belongs to you.

You are the reason and the rhyme.
You are the space and the time.
You are the old and you are the new.
The Story belongs to you.

You are the whole and so the part.
You are the mind and so the heart.
You are the One; we await your cue.
The Story belongs to you.

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton.

From Mother-In-Love (Rhyme For Jamie)

Family Life, Poetry, , , ,

I was your second mother,
Her arms held you first,
And every time I think this through
I think of you from birth;

I think of how she must have loved you,
Wrapped up in her arms,
Of how she must have felt each time
She kept you safe and warm.

I think of all she gave in hopes,
Your life would be sublime,
Of how she never dreamed there’d come
This awful space in time.

I long for her to know,
That I too loved you Dear,
That every time you came to me
I kept you very near;

For her to know I shared her love,
And now do share her pain,
My heart will ache until that day
We do hold you again.

L.L. Shelton, Copyright 2016.

Coming To You

Poetry

You were meant to have my heart.
No one can compete.
There’s no One can fake your part.

You are The Place
Where all is good, where I long to be.
Where truth is spoken

Always by choice;
Coercion’s no necessity.
There’s no need of force,
Where kindness is the rule.

Where I am you and you are me,
Where we are we, and
Everyone’s a fool
For You.

(1 Corinthians 1:25, 3:19-20)

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God Rest The Queens

Academics & The Arts, Poetry, Politics

Mary and Elizabeth,
Both required to reign;
It appears that the two
Desired the same thing:
To believe as one will
Leaving all to God until
A harm is done another,
Then crown must interfere.

Despite the common interest
In their subjects well-being,
Brewed a never-ending tempest
Among those believing
The way of the right
Should be the crown’s achieving.
Pop sentiment in sight,
Tensions had to be relieving,

Cousins thrust into the tide
Of the crowd’s lustful screaming,
Lost decency as guide,
Sent sentiment careening
Round the curve of Mary’s neck.
Faithful dog at feet lay curled
In death would not reject
His beloved mistress hurled

Into the after-life.
Her end was her beginning,
Blade lifted her from strife,
In death she knew her winning.
Elizabeth remained to toil
With the issues of the earth
Eventually would meet the soil
Freed from position of her birth.

Copyright 2016.  L.L. Shelton.

Welcome To Perfect

Poetry

(This one is for my beautiful young friend, Elizabeth Grace.)

Perfect is you.
Perfect is He who made you.
Perfect is you wanting to be new.
Perfect is Christ making you the who,
He desires for you to be,
Throughout eternity.
Perfect is you.
Welcome
Home.

Copyright 2016. L.L. Shelton.

By His Grace Made Blind

Living the Word, Poetry, , , , , , , ,

In earth a cold harsh path
Had been mapped to feel my feet,
Carved especially for me the ruts,
Groove often ran most deep.

Residing in a violent storm
Black sludge encased my limbs,
Offering to smother me,
Yet He produced a hymn.

Attuned only to that song
Anchored firmly in my heart,
Shadows might have overtaken me.
But I was meant to whistle in the dark.

She says I tend to stir the soul
Unaware the spoon within my grasp,
Noticing too late the moments,
Tangled solidly within my clasp;

As a murderer stands heedless
To the blood upon his hands,
As a lover lies his passion spent,
Incognizant the thorns upon the land.

Oblivious to markers obvious,
Simply noted by an ordinary mind,
Mid-event I’m visionless,
Maybe I was by His Grace made blind.

Experience lies fixed I find,
Dwelling soundly in my being,
As I am rendered only feeling,
Sightless I am seeing.

Impetuous is flip side
Of spontaneously kind,
Fanciful a weakness
Until one must escape the time.

Copyright 2016. L.L. Shelton

Riddle-me Riddle-me-ree

Poetry

If you put it in your pie hole,
If you breathe it in,
If you stuff it in an orifice,
Or place it on your skin,

You issue invitation
To substance to come tell,
Initiate intention
Between itself and cell.

Be sure you’ve thought about it
And thought about it well,
The formula for who you are
In cell does tell the tale.

Copyright 2016, L.L. Shelton