HeLLo GraCE

Hello Grace,
I seek your warmth in a time as this, clothed in a cluster of dust and ashes, pained to my marrow
These last calls I make, show your face to me, from the strangest of angles, pour out to me
I need you already, your tender caress and sweetest romance!
Touch me, hold me, enter me, commune with me, teach me how to, in an excellent way, grace me!
You said you would lead me by the stillest of waters, by the narrowest of paths, by the highest of hills
From whence comes my help! Oh grace, defender of the universe, healer and giver of life, so tender yet so strong, find me…
Hey! Run ahead of me like a whirling wind and dispel and disperse every fear in me
Pervade me, engulf me, and surround me, totally
Make me numb to my inabilities, lurking within the frailties of my flesh
Grace me with your grace, caress me with passion, show me a vision and give me a mission
Fill me, the vacuum in me with words of grace and love
Let me reach me the heights above the Everest
Take my hand across Jordan and bring these walls of Jericho down as of old
Remember me in your closet; in the pavilion of your love envelope me with your warm embrace and grace!

thoughts by Ejohnlov

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daily ashes

As the night evades the morning dew falls and daylight becomes real
This toiling begins, a crushing curse we obey, without a respite in view
This man’s days are but a few; just a handful if measured by the counts of soy nuts
Then the morning creeps into noon and questions are asked…’’what has he done with his morning?’’

It is colder than ice, the stack feel of it; of an unachieved dream or goal
Set by the natural lust of an intrinsic passion that we are stuck with
Sometimes we could wish nothing better than freedom from the yearning and groaning from the depths within
To cause our skills and graces to grow and shine for men to see
But too swiftly than we bargain for, twilight sets in and the daughters of music get weaker and softer
Bones grow weaker and this frame is frail
A little noise quakes the temple of sound and the golden bowl is broken
Nothing is sadder than the pain of an unachieved man
He’s like a desert; empty and void, dry and parched from the drought and want of water and life

Thus the pain within kills and burns
On and on, we trail a path of doom without the hope of change
Only if we remember that not all that meet the eye is real
Only when we have realized that eternity is an opportunity to never end
Only when we feel the reason to love while we can, give while we must
Share when we can and sow as we must
Then would we have left this world, which we must, ashes of gold that thrive even in the furnace of history
Remade unto immortality, by only our works of care and love for humanity!

thoughts by Ejohnlov

HeLlo mErCy

Hello mercy,
I have searched and waited for the sound of your voice
My heart aches for want of you, the passion feels like pangs in me
This love eats me deep within, I feel the earth quake beneath my thoughts
It is pure the charity I feel for you, it is brazen, golden and silver the esteem I make of you

This race is futile without you
This earth is empty without you
This land is arid without you
The waters are foul without you

I need you so much, so near
I need you to rub your lips on my face,
I need you so close by me
Because my world stands still in your absence
My flesh is weak and my bones are frail
Give me a drink from the flask of your word
Let it flow into my reins and veins

I searched and waited for the sound of your voice
My heart aches for want of you, the passion feels like pangs in me
This love eats me deep within, I feel the earth quake beneath my thoughts
It is pure the charity I feel for you, it is brazen, golden and silver the esteem I make of you!

thoughts by Ejohnlov

MY STORY

A windy path ,a narrow lane
Slowly paced, uncertain end
I walked and hoped for respite beyond the claws of failure’s paws
When I said prayers ,still and lowly, I sought His help daily
I wanted His help,to please and reflect Him
In this twist of a life’s journey
He found me a jewel and a gem
He showed me off, a star to the world
He gave me a name, sweet as honey
When I fell,He picked me up
When my heart was broken, He sort the pieces for me…
I’m here today and my story leaves a song so nice to hear…
He made me a king,from just a peasant of Love.

He’s touched me all over again…
I have a story to tell.

thoughts by Ejohnlov