Crown and Mace

 

Crown and mace destroy the place 

where right and kindness meet.

Crown and mace with imperial rights, 

Bludgeoned and bloodied those who take flight.

Slaughtered a patient love. 

Crown and mace create a place, 

For a shameful rise in power.

Trees’ been razed.

The axe felled a calm, delightful bower. 

 

The milk’s gone sour,

Left out in the sun.

Honeycomb’s torn by robber bees

Hungry for sweetmeat treats. 

 

But in the slow and silent hours,

Before the world’s awake,

There’s a whispered harmony,

A familiar unknown, melody, 

A small, priceless key.

It's the silver, golden sounds the pure in heart intake,

“Dear one, when the bower’s devoured

Just plant another tree.” 

Julie George

 

 

“Mercy is above this sceptered sway”

William Shakespeare

 

Unpretentious Gentility

There once was a small woodland turtle who wanted to swim 

the river.

He made great progress.

A storm moved in one day. Its fury overturned many things.

It left turtle belly up.

His plans to cross into the river were delayed.

The humiliation being shell down, tender-side up was unbearable.

For a while, he desperately tried to right himself.

Flailing around in this vulnerable state, with no one to aid him,

drained all his energy.

Sun's heat began to unstitch him with every breath.

Until the gardener found him along the shoreline.

With unpretentious gentility, the gardener quickly flipped the poor

little creature shell-side up.

There was no exchange of words.

He watched turtle retract, rest, and return to his journey.

The kind look in the gardener's eye combined with the great 

gratitude in turtle's heart caused the trees to clap their hands 

and flowers to break out in joyful chorus. 

It deepened compassion and gratitude along the riverbank.

Many other turtles gained courage to venture out and 

explore different places and new ideas.

 

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There are days when circumstances flip us tender side up.

When we risk moving into new places, 

we may find ourselves shell down staring at the sky. 

Let us be thankful for the gardeners whose 

unpretentious aide flips us over to continue moving forward in life.

Posted 21st October 2015 by Julie George

Betrayer

Beware the ides of March this year

Brutus in the midst

Beware the ides of March this year

Judas' ready kiss

Send out love, light, life enveloping the plan

Let love, light, life from Father's house 

Shield the ones at hand

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You

 A lyrical poem,

Alive and well.

A sprightly ode to life,

in the heart's gentle power

to be read,

recited,

and cherished.

Julie George

Strawman Tales

Strawman Tales run steep and wide,

Exaggerations sparked by pride,

To tear a man from limb to limb with voices sweet as saccharine.

Strawman Tales are woven well,

Send a common man to hell,

With details of imaginary sin,

Monster tales spark fear within.

It roles the plot hyperbole. 

All the while drives lambs away.

Through the dawn of Love and Light,

Father’s strength comes streaming in,

Giving sorrow wings for flight.

So here wherein we behold,

Lamb of God, Heart of gold,

Gathers all into His fold,

He guides the scattered home.

If you be a common man, be a little lamb.

Be a little lamb with a vast treasure trove of golden words

Stored within your heart library.

Although you wander hill and dale, your path will be a safe one.

Julie George

"I will search for the lost and bring back the strays. I will bind up the injured and strengthen the weak, but the sleek and the strong I will destroy. I will shepherd the flock with justice."

Ezekiel