Crispy Cry
Crispy red fire blaze,
burning blackened sky,
as my soul’s cries join the night.
~ Mags Alden Nov 8, 2014
My Chains are Gone! | Authspot. A spiritual verse by Margaret Alden:
A desire for the much more.
Angelic Peck | Authspot. Margaret Alden’s most recent poem published on Authspot. “Ingesting my dream one kiss at a time.”
Take a dip into creativity.
Love being splashed by ripples of living water.
Reminding me that nothing is impossible for God.
Fresh possibilities feeding me creative embers
That are near death, smoldering within my soul.
Mags Alden, June 28, 2009
Many distractions try to inhibit or completely cut off my creative impulses – but I know that my creativity is a God given Holy Spirit inspired gift, that God has given me to compensate for the struggles I have had to face within my life’s journey.
Weeds have their anorexic knuckles
Clasped around my melancholy neck.
Ready to wrench my head clean off my body –
In a vane attempt to stop
My creativity flowing through my extremities –
Because it knows my soul needs to stoke
The fire of passion to do more than just exist.
Oh weeds loosen your death grasp.
My passion fire is too strong.
Words nourish my soul.
Mags Alden, June 17, 2009
I was inspired to write this while trying to help Margaret find her inspiration for a poem. She had a few words, “King” “Hill” and “Tree” and this is what my mind came up with. “Golgotha” is the name of the hill the crucification of Christ took place on.
King of Golgotha Hill
Fruit on man-made tree
Gift for all mankind
Lift us up forever
DWPenner, July 26, 2009
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Night
A kaleidescope of dreams
Parading for their purpose
Oft important it seems
Night
So full of vision light
Symbolic or direct
Where do you lead me tonight
DWPenner August 15, 2005
The angels allowed me to see the intense pain that someone close to me goes through in a very unconventional way. Naturally I could feel and experience their pain. It has changed me as I am as a person.
Concentration shattered,
Intensity broken,
Angels’ voices break through the silence.
Ability given to you, this once,
To feel the immense pain of the broken heart.
Can you feel my heart?
The angels hand it to you
So that you can truly see
What it is like to live like me.
Mags Alden, 2009, April 27
Soaking in his liquid love
Drenched from tip to toe.
Mending the scars
Embedded in my soul.
I can find my voice scream.
Mags Alden, April 5, 2009
God; is the only one not restricted to a box.
Life source, Higher power, God; is the only one not restricted to a box. If this being is, man has placed him there. We are not puppeteers, placed on Earth to tug his strings. Higher power is not instant coffee. His lessons and perplexities take our life’s journey to fathom. If then, limited understanding is gained.
God is not a plastic surgeon. His cuts are far from precise. He does not sew neatly to cover up our scars.
On the first step of my journey, my foot will move forward soon. Your journey is different from mine. We are all travelers moving. Take courage along for the ride.
Mags Alden, Mar 30, 2009