57 Resurrection Arising Poem by Saiom Shriver

How awesome How sublime
That out of muck and mud and slime
God How makes
lemons
God makes limes.
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Oh Julie.. God's sun is shining She is grapevining
and the grove tree now she's liming
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Out of the pain of hell so low..
was born of goodbye
the sweetest hello
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Reborn... Sappho... wears monks' saffron.
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the bee the purple blooms did rape.. and now there
are sweet violet grapes
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Glass shatters.. neath sunfire.. each shard reflecting his orb entire
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The Great Lord can behind him twirl... vast universe' gyrating
swirl... that his rebellious insurection
.... become his glorious resurrection
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No lid for the cups of sunlemony buttercups..
they just infold to escape night cold..
but in the morn... once again unrolled... their cheery gold
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One upright pier pillar after another yields in the night to the hegemony of the tide.
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Those who took opposition roles...
were midwives of her strengthened soul
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The sun arises and rouses the rose. In raspberries,
His arisen rays are rose.
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A wee teardropp reflects a star. The tears dry.. remain the stars.
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Meet the sea the icebergs melted
.. and now reflect the sunrise molten

Transmuted scorpio's sanctuary is the Spirit Eagle's aerie.
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Every dawn a straight rainbow of promise is on the horizon
...heralding each heartsun's rising.
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As resoldered metal is stronger than when first forged,
so the resurrected are paradoxically more perfect than
the Godcreated original
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The soul's essence is ever in God's presence, and unharmed by the
fires of creation or the ashes of cremation.
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He was so loved by all creatures that when it rained
a cloud served as his umbrella.
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Filling every inch of the line of floodcracked cement
is a thread of velvetjade moss
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In the empty chalice of the rivercarved grand canyon
dawn has drawn with gold pink orange light crayons.
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Candle flame fear not results if you ignite
the snuffed candle's reborn light.
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As a clock with no hands can register time as the sun
plays across its face, so Spirit needs no body in order
to manifest its power.
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The apple tree's each barren branch.. burst to
wands of blooming blanch
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At the base of the birdfeeding pole, a perfect circle frames
it... the lace trace of birdprints, as they ate the
seeds which had a precipitous fall
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God the Divine Genie is waiting in the bottles of all hearts
to answer wishes.
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On Ararat rests the ark. A rainbow is born in the dark.
Out of silence bursts the joyful song of the lark.