Crushed to a Fragrance

Childhood Glimpses
Childhood Glimpses
Dark Memories
Dark Memories
Violent Outbursts
Violent Outbursts
Wrestling Darkness
Wrestling Darkness
Abandoned
Abandoned
Unending Ache
Unending Ache
Cascading Results
Cascading Results
Innocent Caught in Crossfire
Innocent Caught in Crossfire

Memories

Childhood glimpses

Peace snatched

Turmoil of dark places

Mercifully covered up

By the Lord

Unable to torment

Daily life lived

Dark memories

Violence

Confusion

Abject fear

No desire--

To go back

No desire--

To look

No desire--

To discover

Blame

Familiar

Violent outbursts

Dark activity

Stemming wounds

Confusion

Child left

In the dark

It’s enough today

Wrestling darkness

Not knowing

Life survival

Untrained

Left to discover

Chasms by floundering

I cannot talk for myself

Lacking

No sense-- Of propriety

No sense-- Of value

No sense-- Of dignity

Day is grey

Day is dark

My heart

Unending anguish

Unending ache

Generations of

Cascading results

Forward

Pushing

Today

Tomorrow

The Innocent caught in

Crossfire

Ambition

Lust

Greed

All the same

Have things changed

No

All is at it was

Today

Infinitely worse tomorrow

What -- will my children become

What -- will they accomplish in oppressive darkness

When will the reign of the Pure One begin

Where will I be in it

Caught in the darkness

Clouds of depression

Oppression breaks

Snatching a glimpse light, A moment in time

What

Is this life I live

Have lived

Chapters

So many chapters

Chapters of sadness

Of pain

Of wounds

One more door yet to close

Are they truly closed

Can I truly go from one closed door to another

Without the old entering the new

Is there really new

Or

Is it just another

What

Is before me

Where does the road lead

Is there a destination

Do I want to know

Is the world any better then a millennia ago

Do I have any greater understanding

Have I learned from the struggles

The wounds of my fore-bearers

Do I know the life they struggled with

Attempting to bring me to a better place

Or

Had they any thought of the morrow

Do I

 

A Useless Guard
A Useless Guard
How Does The Almighty Touch My Life
How Does The Almighty Touch My Life
What End?
What End?
Gluttony
Gluttony
Greed
Greed
The substance of this world
The substance of this world

Touch My Life

How does the Almighty touch my life

How does God who created all

Such perfect precision

Impress His being

His substance into the path

The world I walk

Today

Or

Tomorrow

How do I flow from the wretchedness

Of what I have become

Am

Into the expected goodness

Of what the Holy One desired

In the beginning

All questions

Few answers

Are there

Answers

I am asked

What -- Do I want

What -- Is my ambition

What -- End do I live for

What -- Is my gluttonous living purchasing for me

What -- Is the end of such a way

All things brings death

What -- Beyond death

Gluttonous

Evidences in my life

Food,

Clothing,

Materials

Objects and more objects

Is there life displayed in my dwelling places

Temporal displayed from my walls

What -- Is there of life, the eternal

What -- Answer can I give of myself

My head hangs low, shame...loathe to meet the eyes of the Savior

He - Who had given up all which is glorious - purchased

My freedom, My life

He - Who lowered Himself In humility to that of human form

Yet I cling to

What -- Hunger

After what -- Dirt

The substance of this world

When do I learn

How do I learn...What do I learn

In the learning, danger of bitterness, Profound hatred

Do I choose to learn a better way or turn and walk the way of shadows

Behind those who have walked before me

Taunting me, cajoling me, appealing to the base dark places of the soul

That seeks retribution, revenge

Is this what Life is

Questions and No answers

Question after question

Where are the answers...Are there answers

Generation after generation, Ask the same questions

No matter the age...No matter the sphere

History doesn’t teach future generations

Many fall to the way

Of jealousy

Of retaliation

Of hatred

To exact upon another a means of vengeance

To oppose the ways of man

Needs a strength

Extensive force more than I can muster

How

Can man keep doing this

To babies

To children

To women

Who look for security

Assurance

How could I do this

To the innocents in my life

Be it my own

Or

That of another

SIN

I see its affects, I feel its encroachment, swirls around, creeps through, breaths death in

Through those about me

SIN - Does not just happen to us

SIN - Happens through us

I don’t want to see it, I become deliberately blind, to the foundation of my dissolute nature

Blind to the capability I have to accomplish exactly that which I abhor

SIN - Brought this very thing among us, in one bite, In one acquiescence, I hold no ability in myself to resist

SIN - If no notice taken Is granted, Strength -- To grow, Darkness -- To hide

Silence -- To speak, food from which SIN stealthily grows, gaining authority in

Intensification, expansion

A Web
A Web
A Swirl in the Darkness
A Swirl in the Darkness
A Hand
A Hand
Hands of Hope
Hands of Hope
Redeemed
Redeemed
Stillness
Stillness
Jesus, My Wholeness
Jesus, My Wholeness

Rescue

A web of traps

A web of fear

A web of certain death

I close my eyes

I am alone

I sense a presence

In the swirl

In the darkness

A hand

Friend or Foe

I close my eyes

I am lost

A hand of pain

A hand of escape

A hand of mockery

A hand of love

A hand of lies

A hand of truth

I close my eyes

I am confused

Laughter surrounds

Scorn adorns

A gentle touch caresses

I pull away

I close my eyes

I am scared

Judgment presses

Mercy bars the way

Punishment pushes

Grace extends its hand

I close my eyes

I am weak

Echo’s of death

Echo’s of grace

A hoax

A gift

I close my eyes

I hear a voice

A gentle voice

A soft disclosure

I Am

Your Savior

I open my eyes

A hand of hope

Clasps down on mine

It’s Strong

It’s True

It’s Pure

A stillness comes

At our embrace

A mantle warm

With righteousness

The darkness flees

The dawn has come

My SIN takes flight

Both mine and theirs

Trust

Now in this

I am thy God

A voice of peace

A voice of love

My eyes meet His

I am made whole

© 2010 UlrikeGrace

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Comments 22 comments

coffeesnob 6 years ago

UlrikeGrace,

Very powerful writng here. I can feel every step of the way and the hope kept arising within me that Jesus would end this array of emotion with redemption and hope and at the last I proclaimed, "Yes" His mercy, grace love and peace is ours forever more. Bringing hope and meaning to a lost and dyining world, bringing the bolt cutters that break the lock on the chain of one's heritage as sinners - Oh praise the Lord God Almighty! UlrikeGrace I love your heart for Him


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

And Coffeesnob...I love His heart for us! Only He can do the impossible and bring us out of such darkness...transport one in such fear and reclusiveness...into joy, and peace and His infinite grace.

He truly is our peace.

Thanks for reading with your heart...

and...your loving enthusiastic encouragement...

UlrikeGrace


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Freya Cesare 6 years ago from Borneo Island, Indonesia

What a beautiful and powerful collection! Thank you.


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Vladimir Uhri 6 years ago from HubPages, FB

Struggless past

and victory come

Thanks for those great thoughts.


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

Thank you Freya Cesare for your encouraging comment.

Bless you

Thank you as well Vladimir Uhri, Praise God we do have the Victory in Jesus Christ.

Blessings

Ulrike Grace


rls4Immanuel 6 years ago

Victory in Jesus, our Savior forever! He sought us and bought us with His redeeming blood!! Halelujah to Jesus! Glory to God!


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Saintatlarge 6 years ago from Canada

UG, You write a symphony of turmoil, waves, storm, wind, darkness, insecurity... the waves crashing over the edge of the boat... and crying out, while Jesus seemed to be sleeping. His eyses meet yours and the storm ceasing excites you with wonder as the heart of your savior comes through... much like how his disciples felt.

You are a disciple and your journey is into his heart... where you will meet up with all his emotion. There is a deep work going on in your spirit, and i rejoice in you. You are blessed. L.


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

rls...I rejoice with you and lift up my voice to the savior as well...thank you for joining me in praise. You are an encouragement...

Saintatlarge...I humbly say thank you...it is in this child like wonder that I long to stay in and be continually in awe of my Father and my Lord. Thank you so much for your support and grace. May Father enfold you into His heart with continuing deepness.

Blessings to you and yours

Ulrike Grace


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Moulik Mistry 6 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

Wonderful poetry, you are so good with words - life is so engaging...


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

Thank you MM, praise God for His ways and work in my life that has enabled me...Blessings and thanks for dropping in...

UlrikeGrace


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RevLady 6 years ago from Lantana, Florida

Jesus Christ is indeed our wholeness.

Thank you UlrikeGrace for the turbulent journey through the various seasons of life that ultimately lands us in the safe and spiritually quieting arms of our Lord. My soul is at peace.

Forever His,


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

And the Peace that is in Him RevLady is all that we need to be content...Praise God...Reminds me of Psalm 91...and tucked safely under His wings is where I want to be. Thanks for stopping in and may you blessed continually in His peace...

UlrikeGrace


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Timely 6 years ago from United States

Wonderful heart felt, you capture of life here is in this poem.

God bless your work :)


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

Thanks Timely...life is hard to capture as it is always flowing and changing...but I think I got a snapshot...bless you for dropping in...

UlrikeGrace


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Minnetonka Twin 6 years ago from Minnesota

Your poetry just pulls you in. This is an amazing collections of poetry of life's pains, struggles and hope. Praise God that there is HOPE.


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Pollyannalana 6 years ago from US

Quill has sent me your way and I will go as far as I can now to catch up a bit, beautiful poem.

Polly


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

Minnetonka Twin...my apologies for being so long in getting back to you with thanks. I am glad this was beneficial for you...God never leaves His people without hope and His hope is everlasting...bless you girl


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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

Pollyannalana, welcome aboard...and I hope you will have manyan enjoyable read as you join me in my learning jorney through life...bless you


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BetteMachete 5 years ago

I think the poem "memories" is so short and choppy its a little hard to follow. That may be a desired effect, but I see it as less of a literary tool and more as discombobulated thoughts...I noticed that you rarely get critiques...sometimes it helps to step back and see your work from an outsider's perspective. Because you live your life they probably make perfect sense to you. But to others who are being objective, they are harder to follow.

Blame

Familiar

Violent outbursts

Dark activity

For example those are words that don't really have an end thought, they are descriptive, but what conclusion do I draw from them? Its hard to form an overall concept from that.

its like saying:

Guilt

Similar

frightening event

lightness.

I just used words in the same tense as the ones you used, and they have no connected meaning, but I was trying to demonstrate what I mean by how choppy they are.


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UlrikeGrace 5 years ago from Canada Author

BetteMachete! Thank you...it alwaysw astounds me a little when readers do not give critiques. Yes there can be cruel critiques but there are also helpfgul ones like what you have given me. Thank you. I will read my poem over again with these thoughts in mind. I am not really a "good" poem writer, but I am willing and do so want to learn. Thank you for haveing the couirage to really give me your thoughts. Bless you.

The poem was meant to jump from one thing to another, from one frame of life to another...however the effect is lost if I lose my readers. Bless you.


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WannaB Writer 5 years ago from Templeton, CA

When I read "Memories," I had the same thoughts as Bette. As I continued, I began to see the collection as a whole. "Memories" reflects the state of mind of the lost ones who have no focus, no context for their lives, just as there is no real context for the words of the poem, and confusion rather than focus.

"Touch My life" is more focused as the searcher is able to formulate questions. It represents the searching and coming to grips with doubts that most go through before they are able to believe.

In "When Do I Learn," the questions become even more focused as the questioner finds that sin is responsible for even what she hates in herself.

In "Rescue," all the competing voices that call to the sinner lead to confusion, until she hears that One Voice she can recognize, because the sheep can recognize the voice of their Shepherd.

So even though "Memories" is a cacophony, is also is true to the speaker's frame of mind.


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UlrikeGrace 5 years ago from Canada Author

WannaB Writer...oh so thank you for your comment. I am not a great poetry writer as I write so much from my emotions when I write poetry. You have expressed beautifully what I had done. It was a growing, stretching poem. Going froom pain and darkness to secure trust and healing...resulting in much needed rest. Blessings to you and thanks for commenting. I appreciate Bette's comments and have taken note that you felt a little the same way. I am learning and need these type of insights. Ulrike Grace

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