Ilove you God, Goodnight.//

Amen.

Caroline Sullivan land

“Defender”

If He Comes Up

Write To Me.

I Will Send Weapons

That Cannot Be Denied.

If He Summons Thee

Go Not To To Meet Him.

If Satan Knocks at the Door---

Never Answer!

Satan Is Clever

Satan Is Crafty

Those are his Tricks

He Is Constantly Trying

To Outwit Humans

Into Sinning, Because He

Satan, Is Evil

Incarnate.

Father, Look Thee Down

On a Gentle Earth!

LEavest Thou Me,

Your Weak Daughter,

To Fight With A God?

Canst Thou Not Defend Our Home?

Jesus, Are Thee Here?

Are Thee Here?

I.

“PAIN.”

Let The Pain In.

Let The Flaming Arrows Fall

All Around, Like Rain. Let Hell

Open Its Gates And Realease the Wild Furies,

Feel Their Crazy Wings of Vultures Thrashing at

Your Soul Like The Ocean Against the Hollow

Of A Shell. Pain

Will

It will

Make you

A better

Person. You will feel

More alive, after

The Pain Has

Subsided. You Will

Grow Inside Yourself,

You Will Find Caverns

And Rivers And Roads,

Valleys and Lakes and

Mountains, In Your

Soul!

In your Soul! You will find

That You are more alive

For all the horrors of life

Has thrown at you, that death

Has lost its sting, you will find

That You are Stronger

And Better. And Maybe,

If You’re Lucky, You’ll

Discover

Within Your Heart,

--A World!---

A World

Uncarved by human

Hands, and never dreamt of

Before—Nor ever will, again.

This Is To Know Peace./So

Let The Pain Fall All Around,

Because

It Will Make You

Become

Who

You

Really

Are.

Doing something hard

Is like being born. It hurts

To be born. But if the baby

Doesn’t leave its mother’s womb

It will die. So, Too, With You

And I.

Pain is never in Vain.

It makes us into the souls

That We Are. It Forms Us.

We Become Something

The Pain

Can

Not

Fathom. We Become, also,

Immune

To the Pain.

In Jesus’ Name,

AMEN.

II. “The Mountain’s Foot”

I Went

To The Mountain’s

Foot. I knelt there

and Prayed To my

God. I Prayed For him,

But I also Prayed

That

He Would Not

Forsake Me, Nor

Hand Me Over

To The Devil. I

Prayed. I Prayed

To God. If they come,

looking for

me, tell them

I am at the mountain’s foot

Deep In Prayer. For their sakes,

Tell Them, That

I am Happy, that

I wouldn’t choose

another life

over My Own.

AMEN.

“Thirsting For Righteousness”

It makes me want to cry

When I have Bad Dreams

Because Then I am Afraid

That I Will Go To Hell

When I Die. The Good

Are Losing. The Angels

Are Bowing their heads

With Sadness of Heart, because

God is hurting the good

And feeding the Evil.

Evil men are rejoicing

In their money

And their blessings, while

We “good” have nightmares

And hunger, and are forced

To live as slaves with no money.

We are called fat, stupid, crazy, dangerous

And We are led away in chains

Before the evil man sees a day of wrath. We

Suffer for our virtues, while the evil men Profit

From our back-breaking labor. They eat

On our backs, getting fat while making

Fools of us. The angels fear God.

Humans ignore God. The Good people

Worship God, to no avail. And the Angels Cry

When The Humble Man is always

Crumbled into the dust

By the rich proud man.

I am grateful for their company,

Although angels are so sad when they cry.

But my guardian angels always offer comfort and

They mainly direct my eyes upward towards God.

They keep my thoughts on God. We suffer

Together, we are poor, angels and people

Alike, we fear God. We Fear God.

In Jesus’s Name, Amen.

“Libraries.”

A Lonely Day

I Go To See You, Feeling

Lost and

Small. I

Bring White Roses

As though there

were still hope, as though

We hadn’t lost it all

In the fire. I kiss you,

Tears brimming in my

Blue-grey

Eyes. An Umbrella

Would Have Helped—

You Smile, remembering all those

Rainy days rushing back and forth

From the university

Library. When I look back

At my education, the only things

I remember learning, the real things

I found meaning in, were the things I read

In the library. The Courses were not full

Of Treasures. I am wise because I spent

My Free Time, Weekends and Holidays,

Days and Nights--- In A University

Library. When I Got Out of School,

There Was A Local Public Library,

And I would lose myself in hundreds

And hundreds

Of checked out books. There was a walk

To the river

That We Lived On, and I was Safer there

Than, perhaps, I ever could be.

When I am afraid I go to Libraries

And they comfort me.

The books comfort me.

What I gleaned thence, I share

Here.///

Amen,.

"Some Wild Thing"
I am
Some Wild Thing
Trap Me In Your Clammy
Fingers Like a
Butterfly
I Rise On MY Own Stairsteps
I Cry When I Fall.
But then
I Get Up
And Draw Another Blow
I Fight On and One, My Blade
Cutting Through The Night
I am Brave
In The Night
Spinning
My Bedclothes Fallinf all about me
Like Tears-- A wearer
Of Scarves, I have Worn My Share
Of Gypsy Trammels
About Town.
At The End, I
Hope
They Will Find Me
Still Standing
Still Fighting
Still Beautiful
When They Crush Me
I Hope I Turn Into A Star
And Our Sun Also
Sends Hope To Other Worlds
Out There
Light Years Away
In The
Darkness.
I am
Some
Wild
Thing.////

“Predawn Morning I”

Predawn Morning.
I am alone in
the Gloaming
Night is like Charcoal
thick clods smothering the
world. I pray
the sun will rise. I pray.
When My Porcelain Tea Bowl
Broke Clean in Two, My HEart
Broke
Inside That Porcelain Bowl. I
Held It, Trying to stop the blood
I was feeling leaving
me. Then I lay there
in a heap
all night, huddled under
a warm
blanket
with my husband, and we
we didn't say a word.
In and out of sleep I passed.
I was so sad I found sleep this night.
I was so low I let it all go. I thought,
If I lay here, it isn't going to
Do The
World
Any Harm. So I Did.
Life Goes On. Life
Goes On and Under And follows
Old Paths Or New
Paths. Up To You What
Road
You Choose.
Or Not.
In JEsus' Name; Amen.

“Rue Di Rivoli”

It's better to feel
EVERYTHING
Than to feel
NOTHING.
Is madness this? To feel?
If you feel, you are waise, and alive, and you have a heart.
Do not animals have these things, too?
Do not plants?
You Lost Me. I Fell Through the Veil,
Finding
Myself
In Lace Veils
There was a parisian evening gown
on the rue du rivoli
I bought it, size 4, and I wore it to dinner
in london. I was seventeen. It Was Rose Gold
Satin inside and outside and formed in lace embroidered
flowers. I wish I could
Wear It For You. But No.
I've Grown and aged with time.,
Although time has lent or given me Wisdom and Peacce.
Yet I wish for a moment, that i were naiive and you, a virgin pale and pretty
lost in luxury, a lost princess
from the middle of nowhere, a merchant's daugther i was--
And I needed to return to my home.
I did---- and I spent
The rest of my life
Trying to explain it but i can't get Paris Right-- I can't explain.
I could Try.
I Suppose I Do.
But That Was Then, and
This is Now, and The World is Not As It Once
Was. I try not to Cry. Bewilderment, astonishment,
-- when you kiss me and then put
put a pillow to my breath...i push you away, my love--- but i wondet,
would thee have taken my breath if i hadn't.
Sadly, My Love, The Fear Haunts Me Still.
I am Lost.
In JEsus' Name,
Amen.

 “China Blue NightGowns”

Childlike and Pretty, in my

China Blue NightGown,

Here I lay, The Coming Day

Is very, very, far away.

The Watchmans’s beat

Daren’t tread nigh our

Little Home, how could I have

Known that I was alone,

Until you swept me in your arms

Carefree and warm

In my china blue nightgown?

Amen.

“Haiku 1”

A Flower Petal

Drifts Into My Consciousness

Discipline I Shun.

 “Haiku 2”

Hate is all they are

And All They Are Becoming

I stand alone here.

“I Threw You A Party”

I Threw You A Party,

Nearly Everyone Was There

And All I Wanted Was To See You

Let me Bear Your Cares.

I know it’s but a little while,

And Times Are Rather Bad

Yet As Loved Ones May Gather Thus

In Spite of All That’s Sad.

In Jesus’s name, amen .

“Rest On Me”

Rest On Me
Rest On MY Branches.
I Am An Old Trees
Hung Low With Moss
And Weary But Steady, I Am
Prepared To Weather
Any Kind Of Storm.
Inner Peace
Comes To Me
When I Let MYself Go
Resignation to Sadness
Or To What Has Been
And Whatever
May Yet Be.
My Branches Are Low-Lying.
I am a Gentle Tree.
Rest On Me.
Amen.


Suspended in Water
When I Feel Myself
Losing Control
I Let It All Go
Falling About Me
Like A Fallen Angel
Or a Dying Flower.
I See I am Lost. I See
The Only Thing Left To Do
Is Freefall, Suspended In Grace
Like Floating On The Water.
The Great Sea
Will Hold You
When You Feel Yourself
Losing Control---
Let Go.
Lay it all down.
The Great Sea
Will Hold Me.
Peace Comes To Me
Like Rain To The Earth
NAturally, Freely, after
a time of suffering.
My God
Is Sufficient
And He Will Provide
There is no Need
To Doubt God.
I Just Let Myself Go
And Collapse
In His Loving
Gravity, Pulling
All Things
Into Himself
And Making
Them NEw.
Amen.

"The Poetry Muse"
(To all you fellow Poets out there!)

The Muse is your heart.
So that if you are a beggar, write about
the crumbs you wish you could eat! And if
You are a prince, write about
the lavish jewels in your crown!
Write Your Heart. So many famous dead poets
are-dead- and they may be better
than us, yet -YET- I Feel that
When You Open Your Mouth To Sing the thing that come out
CANNOT BE WRONG. It is your heart.
Have Faith in God.
The point of poetry is not to be the best of all time.
The point of poetry is to sing the song of your heart.
It doesnt need to be long.
It doesn't need to be full of big words.
YOUR VOICE (And Mine)
Are Ringing To The Stars Above,
And Sending To The Cosmos
A Message Of Love
And Goodwill To Men.
To Write A Poem is to PRaise God.
PRAISE GOD!
Don't doubt yourself. Just WRITE
WHATEVER IS IN YOUR HEART./
That is your Portion, and only yours alone.
No One NOBODY CAN EVER TAKE THAT AWAY
FROM YOU.

“Closing Meditations.”

It Doesn't Matter
If I'm Not The Greatest Poet
I Doesn't Matter
If I'm Not The Most Beautiful Woman
It Doesn't Matter
If I'm Troubled right now, and write
only of my broken heart.
None of this matters/
Jesus/ Will You Sustain Me
In My Infirmities. JEsus,
Will You Sustain me
As I grow Older each Day?
Jesus, Will You Sustain Me
When I've had a long Day
(And Hopefully Done Your Ministry)
And that You are the only And Best
Portion
Of My Day? When I Go To Bed
Alone Each Night, JEsus Will You Comfort me?
Will you please be with me here?
I am sorry if I have done wrong.
I do my best. It's never good enough.
Jesus, Will You Sustain me
In The Absence of My Husband Theodore?
In JEsus's Name,
Amen.