Category Archives: Poetry

Primal Preparation

Poetry, , ,

You’re pushing us away, he said.

It’s not like you. He asks of my head,

Why this odd stance? I have no clue.

I reflect on it, as I will do.

I tucked the thought; spent time in sleep,

Arrived long last at waters deep.

I’m chased through time by end to come.

These days I’m losing strength to run,

While distance closes fast the gap,

Reminding me of life’s last trap.

I know I’ll solve this on my own;

A thing I must do all alone.

I don’t know I won’t miss you so, 

Remembering, where do I go?

What is all without you? Don’t tell, 

At thought the ache begins to swell.

To know this weight of love I’ve carried,

Will drop and fall; easily buried,

Crashing down, with nary a sound,

Barely a whisper, no echo ‘round.

Chapter and verse of life full-lived,

Quietly passing and ceasing to give.

In contemplation, I think I see,

A need to prepare for what is to be.

Copyright 2026.    L.L. Shelton.

The One Who Is There

Poetry

I know who you are,

I know where we stand;

You’re holding the anvil

Square in your hand.

The glint in your eye,

The set of your jaw,

The challenge you beg for;

Will I answer your call?

Lay down your arms,

This day bright and fair;

Surrender your harms,

To The One Who Is There.

Copyright 2025. L.L. Shelton.

Of Seasons

Poetry

There is a cost to living long;

Composing loss into our song,

Low tones expressing mournful thought,

Concern of hours love has bought,

Care reverberating ‘round,

Shaping grief into sound.

 

Pitch includes most wailful tale,

Engulfing sorrow’s mighty swell,

Forming image in the mind,

Hark’ning back to happy times!

Oft’ remembering can blind,

Threatening our loss to bind,

Our purpose in what lies behind.

 

Then, visuals brim-full with strife,

Cut through the soul as sharpest knife.

Moments when, caught up in sin

We were not who we ought have been.

Clay walls threaten to give way,

In yearning toward that brighter day,

 

Now, our task comes shining through,

Pale hollow soul knows what to do:

Aware the world’s due reprimand,

Trust His Word; know His plan

Will harmonize these fragile strands.

His Symphony will bring to stand

God’s vision of the perfect man.

 

Copyright 2025.   L.L. Shelton.

(This one is for Jill.)

The Final Word

Humanity, Humanity & Sin, Living the Word, Poetry

Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen!

Lunatics are calling, are calling, are calling,

Demons are screaming, are screaming, are screaming,

Their world is careening, careening, careening,

The wicked are wailing, are wailing, are wailing,

Nature is railing, is railing, is railing,

Earth’s systems are failing, are failing, are failing,

Evil’s impaling, impaling, impaling!

Now His furious focus,

No more hope for the hopeless!

Copyright 2024.    L. L.  Shelton.

About World Peace

Current Events, Poetry

Gentle people

Everywhere,

Now engage

In earnest prayer.

Stage is set

For promised peace,

Therein will come

Our sweet release.

 

While we see,

Some are blind;

Those precious souls

Still left behind.

We pray Thy peace

Will flood their minds,

Transforming them

Into our kind.

 

True peace from Thee

We now receive,

Trusting Thy Son

We now believe.

Let us proceed

On bended knee,

Proclaim ourselves

To be with Thee.

 

Copyright 2024.   L.L. Shelton.

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Redemption Story

Poetry

With their noise

And their toys,

Boys will be boys,

In the woods

Laying claim,

To little girls

They name dames.

Little girls

With their curls,

Their dresses that twirl,

In the grass,

Lingering,

From little boys

They bring kings.

Copyright 2024.    L.L. Shelton.

Except Thy Love

Poetry

Not by aught

That I have done,

But by thy blood

My victory won,

Not by aught

Except thy love,

Was mercy ceded

From above;

And wandering we,

True Church of Light,

Brought home to glory,

In thy sight!

Not by aught

But by thy might,

All creation

Is made right.

Copyright 2024.    L. L. Shelton.

World Of Undreams

Poetry

How long will I stand

In this world of undreams,

Where only the shadows

Are what they seem?

 

Left brain overwhelmed,

Right mind seeing ‘round,

Let me write or draw or paint,

I must remember thoughts I think.

 

Copyright 2023.     L.L. Shelton.

Armchair Traveler

Poetry

If traveling would make of me

One who’d ever wander,

Harming hearts and failing minds

And tearing things asunder;

 

Thanks be to God who keeps me home,

Allowing me to wonder,

O’re color in the flower’s frame

And rolling of the thunder.

 

Copyright  2023.     L.L. Shelton.