Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Your arms of the Taj Mahal
You capture the drowning feathers
Red crinoline rainbows
Norway pines sighing in the Rockies
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Reality means shaking the dust off
Love tries to break the fallow ground
Water of life flows amidst the granite
Our moments can easily die
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Sea of rain falls
Quiet hour is all mine
Thunder in the distance
Love is in the winds
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Evening like orange groves of joy
Joy with thunder and wind
Rain as free as rivers
Natural love with no melancholy hills
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Stars regal like morning joy
Lit in litany of paradise
Pique of the inside serenade
Wine and vineyards
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Eschatology has a certain freeing affect like the serenity prayer. We can act now but always know what doesn't get worked out now will in Gods time. A person going down a one way street with ditches on both sides should drive in the middle of the road. One ditch is we do nothing and just throw our garbage out the window and the other ditch is we have to do everything and when it doesn't get done we feel guilty, neurotic, depressed and totally responsible.
Marx called religion the opium of the masses and told people to quit waiting for pie in the sky; that real change is in our uniting and changing things. Look at the world...it is worse than ever.
There is a devil and a third of the angels fell with him. Read Luke 4 and see that satan tempted the Lord with giving him the kingdoms in his control. Politics and secular humanism will never take that as truth.
We all want to change the world and wished it was a better place. I certainly do and I will vote etc but now I am also relaxed in my faith that God will straighten it out in due time. I am trying to drive more in the middle of the road. My buttons are not as easily pushed but I still try to fight evil today in my life. I look at our times like the sirens are going off. Like it is the time of sorrows mentioned in the Scriptures before the great tribulation period. My faith has become more precious and I await God bringing down this mess not a revolution of man with his ideologies, technology, political machines and will.
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Fire flies amidst the green shadows
River of daunting beauty
Moonlight calls the poets
Vast sky of delight
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Maybe passion is just an ideal
Chandelier of sleep
The base never moves
Cluster of topaz dreams
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I watch the river like a clock
Sunset scallops of pink shells
Moon soon to shine
Breeze as light as whispers
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On the bottom of a star field
My little world invaded by wonder
Organs talk like spies
Amigdula lacks wisdom
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