Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: God

  • poem: the saviour – 03/03/22

    poem: the saviour – 03/03/22

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    Jerusalem is bathed in the most portentous of light
    for this place it has time
    time for the change of seasons
    for a time of worship
    for my lover
    who would fly there in a heartbeat

    the land I cannot describe
    nor can I open my mind, to this world
    their sacred words are like churning songs in my mind
    where I will listen, I will pray, I will TRY TO FIND
    the answer that’s on everybody’s lips
    who is He
    and is He to stay?
    Is he a human being this time or did a demon meddle,
    this is NOT to stay?

    the dream scapes in my mind show delve and ride
    alongside hell horses
    they have reigned this time
    what with our earth spinning with nuclear and disaster
    and foreign aid and daddy oh papa
    he understands this situation is dire
    we must reunite before it becomes so much harder

    the flag our peoples flag waves in the dainty breeze,
    red yellow and black
    Mabo, Mabo, Mabo, won’t you see?
    I organised my time into ins and outs, meetings and times,
    I’ll be talking to another master soon,
    already inspired by one living close to one night,
    former words writes, so devout.

    So now I’m here in Jerusalem and perhaps the news is bad
    I didn’t bring any bad karma
    I wiped it and determined my next scope
    lauren laughs she cackles within
    then peals of giggles and laughter with her friend tom
    he loved her oh he loves her
    reunited, with my beloved lover, tom and raven, all at once,
    So self assured.
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  • Poem: chosen tapestry – 25/12/21

    Poem: chosen tapestry – 25/12/21

    I smile to myself for I see true potential in all
    the kings and the queens the flowers and the bees
    the people who epitomise the opening of hearts
    I can now see
    I connect with others in differing ways
    but each encounter each word smile breath
    does amaze
    I feel the human spirit sing
    I am not afraid to live on the edge
    tread the thread
    live laugh learn
    and finding out my personal truths

    I need to do what is meant to be
    what has already been seen
    in the tapestry of God
    up in His arms he smiles benevolently upon
    the woven garb he wears and eyes lower toward me
    proudly with an attitude so knowingly
    He loves me just as he loves the rest of the world
    and enables me to heal my wings with others’ love and time
    and now I can gently rise
    increment by feather-step and tip
    I breathe the atmosphere in
    wondrous setting no more stagnant stolen feeling
    I am not confused I am just healing
    loving and being
    this world I am embracing.

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    Merry Christmas to all, have a wonderful day with friends and family! ❤ 🙂 – Lauren




  • Poem: Drifting – 19/02/20

    Poem: Drifting – 19/02/20

    I float above the surface,
Like a piece of driftwood, an otter, a daring platypus,
I rise to the challenge,
God, you know I’m here listening for you like I should.
 
I’ve risen to the moment,
Where I can drift along the water,
Towards the shore,
Certain in myself that this path I’m undertaking
Is finally the right one,
And it’ll be eternal,
Not blunted or short.
 
I will seek the advice of the angels within my life,
The living beings,
Brought forth to assist me,
They have gathered around my dying body many a time
And arisen I have become, always been,
Perhaps I have been blessed by someone divine.
 
I have always been saved,
From the damage of my hand or by others’ wicked ways,
And I thank you, dear Father,
Because of your divine intervention,
Seamless and true,
Without sight of stitch nor glue,
You, are the correct path,
I must herald myself unto.
 
With my guides and my angels
Perhaps I’ll find the right avenues to take,
To this blessed acceptance and awakening
And acknowledgement,
The three A’s,
Cast aside is the need for attention,
I’m now happily quiet within myself,
I need not their eyes staring or voices blatant calling,
I’ve been through that long ago.
 
But this decision I have made,
I have not made it lightly,
And I trust,
I do trust,
That I will traverse the journey wholly.

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