Mirrors and Spirits

Born of sand turned to flesh and bone,
man, woman, child, old, newborn alike.
God creates within us mind, soul, spirit.
But we are created in His image, like Him.
A mirror is a physical object reflecting
whatever passes by--the outer part of being.

The mirror mirrors the mirror of life lived,

but mirror sees no inner essence of spirit or soul.
Yet, I may mirror for you what you want to see.
When my soul-thoughts are deep, unrevealed
God,. My Savior, is the only one to see it all.
You can't hide, don't want to hide from Him
Search Him out so that He may show you
the true image that is mirrored within you.

Susans Soul

© 4 days ago, Susan Langer      

Bubble Wrap Mood

Mood is strange today.
Not happy; not sad
Just numbness prevails
Images of brain cells
wrapped in a mass
cotton or bubble wrap.
I've lost my karma or
reasons for prostrating
self with visibility.
Where am I? Lost?
Dark closets suit
today's mood.
Need to crawl into
one in search of
myself.

© an hour ago, Susan Langer    random • thoughts • disconnect

Painting and Poetry

Artistic Comparisons

Painting and Poetry are much the same.
The painter creates an image to be seen.
Gazes turn to the beauty that talent created.

The poet weaves a painting with unique and
beautiful words and phrases plus artistry.
Read far and wide, heart beckons poetry.

Whether a connoissour of canvas and tapestry,
or one enamoured with poetic word artistry,
beauty surrounds each by seeking and sight.

Thus, two of a kaleidoscope of arts to celebrate,
used so one can ponder self, another or world.
Praise & Glory therefore to God, Creator of all.

Susans Soul

© 23 hours ago, Susan Langer    art • poetry • god-creation   

Mother Forgiveness

Mother forgiveness
hard to find within.
New flashbacks
Impede my pace.
Did you momma?
My mind says yes.
But my heart says
No. No. No? No?
Flashback real.
I forgive
You
Anyway.

Susans Soul

© 2018 Susan Langer   

Manipulation

Manipulation

I encourage you
To VICTIMIZE me
So that I can
Feel unworthy

The game I play
Involves setting
Up myself as
Well as you
To misuse me
And abuse me.

I can then say
“None of this
Is my fault!”
I’m a VICTIM
Of Circumstances.

© 1986 Susan Langer

From my Journal when first treated for childhood sexual abuse. © 7 minutes ago, Susan Langer    society • sad • family • anger   

Who is Free?

Wolf wanders to and fro

searching food for pack.

Eagle flies above his prey

searching for moment right.

Man wanders like the wolf

looking for his next claim.

Who among the three is

fullest in outward strength?

Which one has the most

Inner fortitude to compete?

What honor is bestowed

to each wolf, eagle, man?

Are they each free in

their commonality?

I see not much difference.

The wolf freely searches earth.

The eagle freely soars searching.

Man the most predatory, freely stalks

seeking to destroy anything not 

of use nor of any value to him.

What do you observe here?

Who is free if not man to destroy.

Susans Soul...

98 words © 7 hours ago, Susan Langer    freedom • nature • society

Honor and What It Means

I was thinking about the word honor and how we as individuals view it. Wikipedia states honour (American spelling honor) is an abstract concept entailing a perceived quality of worthiness and respectability that affects both the social standing and the self-evaluation of an individual or institution such as a family, school, regiment or nation.I felt honor even when my daughter was graduated with Honors, receiving her Masters Degree last year. I felt honor because I had instilled the characteristics that she needed throughout her lifetime to achieve honor. 

Honor can be used as a noun, adjective, and verb so it has multiple uses but these all point to high regard or esteem that you recognize or bestow to someone. Honor has a close relationship with the word, integrity,an honorable word showing character. According to Wikipedia, "integrity is the qualification of being honest and having strong moral principles, or moral uprightness. It is generally a personal choice to hold oneself to consistent moral and ethical standards." It is my opinion that we as a society use the words honor and integrity, frivolously not bestowing the honor due these words.  The poem was written yesterday to honor Earth Day.   Susans Soul...

A White Woman's Thoughts on Martin Luther King Jr. and Rights

" I have a dream..."

Today is the anniversary of the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. April 4th 1968. He was two years younger than me being born in 1953. He truly was a great man striving to bring equal rights to all people including the African Americans living then and today. If you have never heard the "I have a dream..." speech by Dr. King, please do so. It will shake you and bring you to tears but also let you know about Martin Luther King Jr.

Being of Caucasian race, I never experienced prejudice for my skin color that I was born with. I didn't choose to be white. And African Americans did not choose their dark skin. Yet for centuries ,even today, people have discriminated against people of brown and black color. Why? Not an easy question to answer. The black and brown skinned people were brought to America as slaves. They did not wake up and say, "Let's go to America today." They were sold into slavery for profit so that white people could have cheap/free labor for their agriculture, their farms. Other ethnicities migrated to America for freedom and opportunity. All have been mistreated by those who feel they are superior to these people.

And even after President Abraham Lincoln freed the slave and ended the Civil War, prejudice continues. We are a country of people who are all races, all colors and should have equal rights. Yet we do not. We, as whites were raised to think the black and brown races are inferior to us and even dangerous to us. I grew up during the 50's and 60's when Martin Luther King Jr. was actively fighting for the black race to be treated as an equal race to whites. But even today, in 2018 there is a difference made my some people.

Just ask yourself, "Do I have the right to treat others of different skin color, ethnicity, gender as though they do not have the same rights as me?" "What am I doing right now, today, to ensure that all people have equal rights?" If you can honestly answer those two questions, then I give you credit for helping Martin Luther King Jr. spread his legacy of equal rights for all mankind and I applaud you.

I leave you with five quotes from Martin Luther King Jr. and a poem by Susans Soul. Susan...

Privacy and Amethyst

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My right to privacy ended
the day you came into my life.
All those nurses gawking as I 
birthed you, met you, first time,
daughter of mine, so precious.

After that more exams, less privacy
with no attention to proper prudence
nor politeness as you came first on
your birthday, everyday as should be.
You were my sweet June amethyst.

As I watched your growth from infant
to child, my privacy loss was routine.
Never lock the door on any toddler!
Love and safety always over my privacy.

After that, privacy, a myth, only a wish
was thrust back upon me as you go.
Time fast-forwards from child to adult.
Your adulthood and two precious gems
A generational myth relived through you.
And my sought-after privacy returned.

Susans Soul

Prompt was “right to privacy in first line. © 2 days ago, Susan Langer   

As we head into the busy holiday of Holy Week for Easter, find time to relieve your stress by stopping for a little bit of time to read a poem, listen to a song, or meditate or pray. Then, you will be refreshed again.

Reflections (A Vignette)

I

Reflections of light and sun peer through my window. Glimmering colors appear as sparkling arrays of diamonds and rubies as sun’s shining rays peek through. Each glimmer reminds me of hope’s last vestments seen. I celebrate this light show a creative sun source of beauty.

II

Reflections appear as freeze frames of past experiences. Deja vu frames dressed in innocence and light. Future hopes are clothed in colors of pinks and lavenders. Hope reminisces about past and present moments and attaches herself to an assurance of the future.

III

What is to become of the sights, sounds, and smells of my freeze frame events? Will the sights remain while the sounds and smells disappear? I can hear sounds of nature. The rustling of breezes through the autumn leaves. The quiet sound of blossoms falling as the cool chills the air. The smell of lavender and roses permeate my mind as I encounter the changing season’s beauty.

IV

Reflections of past, present, and future mingle with all of the sights, sounds and perfumes of the garden. Autumn’s morning crispness conspires with Summer’s memories to prolong the experiences of my mind’s eye as I beckon to these experiences to allow me communion with God’s glorious creation and His being. A song of joy fills my heart and bursts forth as praises to the Creator.

Author Notes: Short Paragraph Vignette

© Susan Langer

nature poems • beauty poems • senses poems • hope poems

Imprint of You

Imprint of You

Print your image inside my eyelids.

Let me not ere forget your beauty.

The sweet peach softness of skin.

Poetic and Mezmerizing Questions

This I found on Google Plus It's a 9 min video of the universe set to fabulous music/acoustics. I'm telling you don't miss this... it is mesmerizing. The question that came to mind is, if God created Heaven and Earth, did He create the universe and galaxies that we can view by special equipment and Hubble Telescope? And if He did, is there Biblical evidence-based scripture and verse please? Susans Soul

Flowers and Forgiveness

Flowers and Forgiveness

A difficult time as I watch my dying father.
3:00 am all alone except for your ragged breaths
Father won't live through the dark, starless night.
Coldness surrounds like a cloak of regrets, wishes..
Our relationship marred with alcohol and abuse.

Feelings of forgiveness flood my consciousness
from my inner soul like a river flowing downstream.
I know that You, Oh Lord, gave me gifts that night.
As the flood of forgiveness arrives, Rose of Sharon
embraces the death room, but peace replaces loss.
The rose of Sharon envelopes me with beautiful,
glorious perfume as your gifts from You, my Father.

Unsure how long Your perfume blessing remained,
but peace fell as a bridal veil with such grace.
Sweetness I felt and smelled as the perfume wafted
of You, my Rose of Sharon, my Lily of the Valley.
Your presence rested upon me that cold dark night. 
I listened for father's ragged breathing, hearing silence.
My Jesus took your breath and soul with Him that night.
I, left only with the sweet, sweet smell and Your peace.


©Susans Soul


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©  15 days ago, Susan Langer    love • jesus • sweetness • nature • death   

Paints and Pens

I've had a hard week but I was able to write a few poems during the turmoil. This poem is named "Paints and Pens." I hope you enjoy it.

Susans Soul

This is a poem written a few months ago for a contest on allpoetry.com, The picture was the prompt. BTW I didn't win. Anyway, here was my take on the prompt. Susans Soul...

Facade

Such a large structure demanding
Great recognition and respect from all.
Strong and sturdy housing a multitude
Of rooms and people, the respected family.
The house keeps please entries flowing 
As it observes the massive acreage that
Provide the house an array of stylish trees,
hedges, fountains, and flowering gardens.

No storm can touch the strong outer facade.

Inside those many rooms and people
Secrets abound like festering wounds.
The odor of the lies told to maintain the
Status quo--"Don't rock the boat," now.
Consider yourself forewarned that denial
coats, but the inner walls threaten their
encroachment on the strong outer stones.

The facade inside delivers damning news,
As both facades start to crumble from denial.

Susans Soul...

115 words https://allpoetry.com/contest/2693445-Architectural-Picture-Prompt---John-Newton--noguest
Contest-poem inspired by https://allpoetry.com/poem/10368597-Coffee-Stains-by-RolinSton © 3 months ago, Susan Langer    houses • facades • people • lies   

Old Soul Battle

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Old Soul Battle

Restlessness invades my soul
Soul peace absent, abdicates
Focus...breath in deep.
Focus...breath out slowly
Focus...breath in again
Focus...breath out again

Center, soul, center. Breath in
Why the restlessness? Breath out
Insecurity breeds restlessness.
Lack of control procreates as well
Recenter...breath in deeply
Recenter...breath out slowly

Old Soul seeking soul peace
Denounce soul distress
Center...breath in deeply
Fucus...breath out slowly
Image peace deep within
Center...feel the harmony
Center...feel deeper unity
Restlessness secedes
The battle won, conquered
Old Soul peace triumphs

©~Susans Soul~

In the Beginning...

In the Beginning...

I think I have heard that before...Oh, yeh, God said that in Genesis.

Hello and Welcome to Susans Soul Poetry where I would like to have you visit often, feel comfortable, and realize that some of my Old Soul Poetry may cause you to wonder or think or even disagree. Each person experiences poetry differently. Something that "speaks to me" may not "speak to you" the same way.