PART ONE: PRAYERS

“Silent Night”

I.

Silent Night

Inside of This stillness

I am barren

And yet

I am brave!

Brave little light am I.

Shining in the darkness.

Lord, let not

My light be

Put out!  Do not

Suffer

Thy child

To be

Moved!

II.

…I never

Realized

How brave I am

--until tonight.

Hero.

Amen.

III.

Courage

Is the overcoming of fear

How brave I am this Silent

Night, how Fearless and

How alone,

Solitary Poet I.

Let Them Come.

I Will fight

Them off, Lord.

Or Die Trying

To Do So, Lord.

Amen.

“A Prayer For Healing”

Lord God, I

I saw that

You, oh god, were there;

And dwealt

In our Garden.

And I had Great Faith.

Wouldst Thou Healeth Me,

Oh Lord

I see that I am ordinary;

And yet my flaws

Do not

Vex my soul

Much longer….For I See

That I am

Beautiful in The Sight, Lord,

As I Am.

Thou Providest me warm home

And place to lie my head.

Thou Hast Clothed Me Well,--

Not as sinners dress, but

In a chaste way.

Lord, Thee Hast

Fed me good Foods

And Provided

Richly

For Our Humble

Home.

I am the home maker.

I give the birds seed,

And water and sow

The seeds of the

 garden—Only By

Your Grace Can These

Birds Live and Thrive,

And this Garden

Of Gethsemane,

 our little Garden.

It liveth, and waxeth

Strong!

Even as in the wilderness

Our Garden Harvested

Good Things and uplifts

Many downcast spirits

Who dwell

In this house, this building.

Lord, I am Grateful

And of a Sound And

Confident Faith.

And I am at Peace,

Knowing thy will to be

Done.

 Yet—

For The Sake

Of Many more Summers

And Good Works By Me

And Christmases, and

Hope,---So,

I pray to thee

God,

If Thou art willing, thou

Canst heal me

Of my disease,

And I believe Thou

Shalt Keep Me And

All Of Us From

CANCER

Forever.

In Jesus’s Name,

Amen.

“The Garden In Autumn.”

Bones of Trees

Stalks, Bones,

White and Weathered

Winter is Coming

And the 

Green

Lush

Leafy

Summer Vegetation, is

Turning

To Bones.

Stalk-Bones.

Leaf-Bones.

White Bones of Plants

Dying

For Autumn’s Chill.

Winter is Coming

Lush Green

Is Dreading Frost.

Blossoms

Many are withered

And dried

On Bone Stalks.

Winter is Coming!

“Solitude”

I.

In Solitude

There is Peace

Solitude is

Small treasures,

Small blessings

Big Prayers

Small Prayers

In Solitude

I remain.

II. “Makeup Table”

Bowls of Lipsticks

To Stain my Lips,

Plates of Eyeshadows

In Rainbow Colors

To Paint My Eyes.

Already-Beautiful

Are my Eyes.

Dishes, bowls, boxes and

Racks of Jewelry,

All finely selected.

Hair Adornments,

Feathers, Wreaths,

A tiara

Black Kohl Eyeliner

Mirrors, and my Long

Long, Black Hair

And Porcelain Skin

Fine features

Pretty hands and feet.

Beautiful Blkue Eyes

Thank You, Lord!

In Jesus’s Name, Amen.

“Lullaby”

Sleep, Sweet Baby!

Hush, my Dearest Child!

Do Not Cry.

For I am By Thee, Night and

Day.

The Earth Has Gone Mad,

The People are Sad,

No Money to Pay

The Rent Money.

I wish I could hold you,

But Since I can’t,

I’ll cling to my

Heart and you won’t

See the tears that I,

That I weep.

The Earth Has Gone Mad,

The People Are Sad,

No Money To Pay

The Rent Money.

Sleep, My Darling, Sleep!

For I am By Thee, Night And

Day.

AMEN.

“Trust”

Trusting God

Is Being an Infant

In his Arms, fed

At his hand.  I am

Afraid.  I am afraid

That I do not know

What

My life

Could hold for me

Being that I cannot

Have a Child?

I must be the baby now.

I must be helpless, in

Constant Prayer, Praying

That The Lord

Provide

Even the smallest things.

AMEN.

“September”

Ah, thee turn

 of the tide, the touch

of Chill, ah thee---

September!  When

God’s Hand

Stirs The Waters

Of The Atlantic

And Hurricanes

Are Born and rage

Teror grips the sea

And land until the

Storms themselves die.

Ah, September!  When

Crickets Weep For Dying At

Autumn’s Hand,

Relishing Each Morsel Moment

Of Summer Lingering

Before each insect, each flower,

Each sunny thing, must

Die.

Ah, September! When

New Beginnings

Are made new by all,

When Students Bury

Their Heads in Studies—

The Month Of Young

Love At First Sight!---

Ah, Septmember!  When

The dearth of holidays

Is to a trickle and a drought

The lowest time of the year!

Ah, September! When

Love is Tried and Hearts

Are Broken!

As September!  When---

It is Surely

The Worst Month

Of The Year!

“If Anyone Had Cared”

There are Socks that needed

Mending,

If anyone had Cared.

There are Boats that Needed

Sailing,

If Anyone Had Cared.

There are Dreams that Needed

Dreaming,

If anyone had Cared.

There are souls that needed

Comforting,

If anyone had Cared.

There are Gods that Needed

Praying,

If anyone had Cared.

There are Worlds that Needed

Upholding,

If anyone Had Cared.

There are a Million Unbaked

Pies that needed

Baking,

If anyone had Cared.

There are Mouths that needed

Feeding,

If anyone Had Cared.

There are Tears that Needed

Weeping,

If anyone had Cared.

Do You Care?

Do You?

Do You Care?

You Should.

Amen.////

“Dreamer’s Solitude”

Mid-Afternoon.

Hot Tea Has Cooled

To a Gentle Warmth.

Roses In the Garden

Tell me Whispers of Your Love

For Me.

Long Day of Solitude

Light Falls In Shafts

Across the floor

And lights

The shadows

Of my sombre face

As I attempt to scrawl

Words

The World Will

Buy.  Why Would The World

Want These Dreams…

And these Dreams aren’t

 good enough!  Lord, since

When

Were a Dream

Not

 Good

Enough  Isn’t any

Dream

Valid?  Oh Lord.

Sifting Wheat from

“Chaff” is Breaking

My heart!  This is an

Art.  I must Dream

Further.

Wild Dreams!

Arabic Dreams!

Hindu Dreams!

China Dreams!

And Then There is The

Exquisite

Rose

Blooming

On the balcony

And the pregnant

Blossoms of pumpkin

Ripening into rich

Fruit For the Harvest.

Lord, The Tea Is Lukewarm

Solitude Becomes me.

I feel

When I am alone, I am

free.  Free to create, Free

To Be Me.  Our Cozy

Little Home is

Tranquil and Heartwarming.

I never ever

Want to leave it!

Ah, Solitude is sweetness.

Solitude and Sunlight

Through Lace Curtains

And tea.

Dream-Seeker

Dream-Sifter

Dream-Writer

Dream-Painter

I am a Solutary

Hermit

Who is worried about

Production of

Satisfactory dreams.

Daydreams, that is…

Dreamer.////

“Babel”

Faraway

Lost

The Tongues

The Arts

The Lost

Civilizations—

How Many

Souls have

Lived

And died

On this Earth

And Been Buried

In this earth.

Perhaps the Lord

Has Had More Children

On The Earth

Than Grains of Sand

On The Beach,

Or In The Sahara,

Fish In The Sea,

Birds of the Air,

Stars

In the Deep

Deep

And Gloaming

Of the night!

Ah  Lord,

We would be

Fools

To Question

Thee.

Science

Is etches

or Glyphs

In Snow

Or Sand

That Melt,

And Drift,

And Fall.

They Built

the Tower of Babel as

a tower to reach

heaven, and

just as they

nearly did,

God did TOPPLE

That Tower

--And, To Ensure

It would not

Happen Again,

He confused the Haughty

And Proud

With The Speaking

Of Tongues,

Language

And Nation

Was Born.  To Each

Tribe

Did he Give

A Language

And a Place

On Earth.

And, This Being So,

The Lord

CONFUSES

Those who feel

They are wise

And EXALTS

The meek

And humble

Ones.

In Jesus’ Name,

AMEN////

“A Higher Purpose”

The Sun Rises

Each Morning.

The People

Slowly Stir Awake.

Animals Have Dens

And Plants Have Roots

And each person

Has,

Exactly the things

Which they are

Living for.

Maybe people

Just can’t see

How small

Each of us is

In the great

Design.

They Don’t want to

See

How tiny

And ordinary

Each of us is.

How each one

Is unique

And special—

Yet that

There Is

A Bigger

Goal

To

Our planet

Earth.

That it

Is not death

Which impoverishes

Us all

So much as

Living

In a bad way,

Sinning

And doing

Evil.

This

Is worse

Than death.

We all

Must die.

It binds

Man

With

All life

And living

Things.

But it is

How you choose

To live

That Matters.

One must

Make

A Difference—

Leave The Earth

A Better

Place.

Amen.///

PART TWO: ANGEL VOICES

"To My Gaurdian Angel, The ArchAngel Gabriel"

AchAngel Gabriel, thee keeper of my soul,

May We Be Forever as One. One body, one flesh,

Two Spirits intermingling. By God, I love thee! I hope to share

my entire life with Thee Gabriel. I love thee soo much. I know

That I am mortal. I do not know what good you see in me,

as I usually feel that I am a fool. Fortunately you have a Great Sense of humor.

When I Die, I hope you fly me into heaven on your gossamer white pearly wings.

I hope you wrap your arms around me and we are together in heaven, as we are

together in spirit on earth, in my heart and my spirit. You are my gaurdian angel

Gabriel, and you are my comforter and my imaginary friend. Your heart is the warmest

place I have ever been in my heart of have ever felt, is in your love. You surround me with

your presence and thus your love, and I am basking in it all of the time and

I crawl all over you like a squirrel in a tree or a baby on its mother. I play in your

wings and you shelter me with your heart and all you are, and i believe that i could probably fly

if i ever had to, just because i feel your wings wrapped around me in a halo. Your spirit

is inside my heart. Although i am increasingly alone in life, and Chris is never home, yet all the more

am i comforted by your warm presence. I feel you now wrapped around me warmer and more comforting than any physical object could give. You are truly my gaurdian angel-- and if you found me worthy,

I would love to be your secret wife. I know Chris is here, but I love you so, and it is union of spirits not bodies. For you are an angel. Now stop crying Gabriel For I am With You, And I Say,

Wait On The Lord. In Jesus Name,

AMEN

-Caroline Elizabeth Sullivan Land, July 2014

"The ArchAngel Uriel"

I.
The Archangel Uriel is
Blonde, and he has the most
Beautiful Blue Eyes.
He Gaurds The Garden Of Eden
For All Eternity, He Holds
The Flaming Sword
To KEep Man Away.
But Do Not Fear Him.
He Also Gaurds
The
Gateway
To The Underworld
And Is The Keeper Of Magic.
All Magic Comes From Uriel.
It is Said That
He Gave Magic To Mankind
As A Gift.
He Is A Gaurdian,
He Is The Angel Of Magic
And The UnderWorld
And He Gaurds The Garden Of Eden
With A Flaming Sword.
Uriel, Uriel, burning Bright,
In The Forests Of The Night,
What Immortal Hand Or Eye
Did Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry?


II.
Uriel Gaurds The Children Of God
When The Sky is Veiled in Darkness
And The Moon Is A Bride Pale And Shy,
When The Stars Shine And Sing In The Heavens,
Uriel, He Stands, Ever, By.
Uriel Gaurds The Children of Earth.
The little Children He Gaurds With His Flaming Sword.
The Grownups Too.
If You Believe in Uriel, HE Will Show Himself To You
If You Love Him, He Will Love You
If You Fly To Him, He Will Come Down From Heaven
And Catch You In His Warm Arms
And He Will Hold You
While He Flies You Back
To Your Little Bird's Nest
Where You LAy so safe and Warm
With Your Family. Uriel Is Gentle
As A Lamb. He is a Silver light Shining.
He is a gaurdian angel.
BELIEVE IN HIM,
and he will come to you.
He will Give You Magic
And Best Of All, His Love
and He Will Gaurd Over You
As Your Gaurdian Angel
With His Flaming Sword.
Uriel is a Gaurdian Angel.
He Keeps You Close By.
There is no reason to fear, little children.
He is Downy White Snow
And Loves You Very Much.
Go To Sleep. AMEN