MICHAEL MILLER

MICHAEL MILLER

WORDS

The Words were form fitted

chosen  ,             just especially for you

the ones you needed  ,  ones you could hear

that could not  ,  would not be

rejected

You could trust the truth of them

they filled an empty cup

they were given to bind up

every wound

to heal every thing broken

to shed light and dispel

darkness

a balm and remedy for

every ill and untoward

experience

to bring you good news  ,  joy ,  and gladness

to bring hope where

there was none

to lift your heart and bring your mind

to reach for

their true potential

to teach you to become

the words

to transform your substance

into a new one

the true alchemy

these words change lives

these words power your life

they are the ones that embrace

you

that will hold you  ,  will teach you

that show their love for you

they are a joy to hear

and to be spoken  , upon rising

upon  retiring  ,  and though out

all your activity

These words were made for you

In them you will find your Love

you will find your Joy

they will bring peace  , compassion

gentleness  ,  goodness  ,  generosity

kindness  ,  patience   ,  and faith

you can trust they will always

seek every goodness for you

they will fill your every

need

Without them

the World would be

a cold place

in deed

John 1:1-4  Isaiah 61:1

Luke 4:16-20  Gal 5:22

1John 4:7-11 Matt 5:14-16

November 2014 C Michael Miller

PoetryofProvidence

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SCAMMED

We    have been cheated

of watching     the mist   on the mountains

of the        every day joys

living by waterfalls       and mountain fountains

of nature in all of her

majesty        in daily display

Civilization      has     broken

a      pristine earth      in play

to live        in the system

built of tar     and cement

the struggle for its money

upon things     it is spent

My joy is where lakes

and their water lilies bloom

where the prickly       cactus   grows

and changing seasons     in each room

when the clouds        are  blown

like feathers           about           in the wind

where our              considerations think

left to men           it will end

Will you             miss the blue parrot

neon yellow        chickadee

gone      the toad           golden

likely    too soon            will the bee

the dance          of        courtships

where        flocks       move to mate

as         the corporations          poisons

their death             is its fate

So  many         dead zones

now exist           in our seas

left to those     who now        govern

the worlds     bounties       now seize

If you           expose          them

you could           disappear

passed            executive           orders

now     make       this law       clear

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller

via Duboff Law Group LLC

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PROVISIONS

Earth         was a perfumed garden

residing in a single                    galaxy

beauteous fair among the planeted channels

so blooms its presence           which has given birth       to me

lighted reflections among the waterfalls

succulent as oranges in bowls of cedar

or apple blossom petals dancing in the winds

there enticed my heart

to the park of natures nursery

where the trails are laden

with baby’s breath and blueberries              myrtle

juniper  , ash , thimbleberries , and chanterelles

we have steeped peppermint , currant         and sassafras for tea

with hyssop , palmetto , and mandrake

turmeric , saffron , paprika , sage                among our spices

dried plantain , maiden hair and olives

have graced our tables

mallow , ginseng , nutmeg , cinnamon , pennyroyal

tamarind , rue , every flora and fauna that sprouts

unrivaled in all her bounties

provisions made for                  every delight

energy and power has shaped her mountain ranges

meadows , valleys , islands , and seas

so complete her resources

that we can find nothing that delights

lacking in her                                   but we ourselves

how quickly man has replaced

her cotillion of species

with cement and a                  flat screen

where empire means empty

and shaped steel means plenty

and the dance of dominion

is the desolation of what supports our lives

shackles , chains , slavery , prison

to a shallow society of souls surrendered

to the immolation of creation

the arsenal of greed and pride

which has bound the herd

upon the precipice of suicide

where swiftly the poison of property

has dashed and crushed life

upon the rocks where nothing can grow

the slow death of humanity

drowning in his own debris

our luxury someone else’s slavery

the 10 year old who is hungry

and climbs into a pit for what we consider

less than nothing

mining our riches

we decry poverty and bondage

but sight unseen              does not make us clean

where sensory masturbation is the

addiction of the masses

all that is left for the ” lower classes “

I’ll not give you this

if you haven’t looked around

you are considered      ” remiss “

the 99 percent are still richer than

two thirds of the rest of humanity

your baby sitter is no longer “black and white”

but unfettered violence of every type

when the store is empty

where will you turn  ??

Matt 24:3-14

IITim 3:1-5   Apocalypse 11:15-19

COPYRIGHT © 2011 C

MICHAEL MILLER