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By Charles Robert Lindholm 

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Easter’s Grace II

Once some several years ago
In hallowed ground near here
I bowed and offered humber prayer
the beach and sea quite near
A little chapel on the shore
at Easter time at home
with crown of thorns up on the wall
for people to atone
And now as then on Saturday
the sun becomes the son
as at Easter his forgiveness
is complete for everyone

THE WONDERINGS OF MAN

By Keza And Charles Robert Lindholm

I Have
A Sense,

A Premonition,

That Something’s
Not Right

My Heart
And Soul
Feel It Too,
I Hear Gentle Whispers
In My Dreams

The red and the gold

The sunset is over
the fading has passed
the evening slip-slides away
We’ve said our goodbyes
and shared in the peace
that we saw at the end of your day

The red and the gold
have flooded the sky
The evening of life is now done
We’ve each kissed your head
and held your sweet hand
as the end of your life has now come

Heaven for all

Let’s face it, its only
when we get there we’ll know
at the end of the race
who will get there to go

But I’m these days convinced
that there’ll be no exceptions
for that is a failing
of mankind’s perception

Be the light..

Picture Courtesy: Internet

He stood there
Head down
Feeling small
Counting his uphill climb
Imagining how painful
His journey is going to be.

Golden God, Golden Glue

golden glue, golden god
growl gusts, groan gorges
go geese, go gorillas
gooseberries, glum gulls

Oasis

Sat in St Nicholas’ churchyard
high up on the hill
overlooking Brighton
with all around me still

Sipped a bold, strong coffee
the sunshine breaking through
with history around me
which from my past I knew

On a Hill in Wales, Father and Son

1.

To the beginning son, go back with me
Remember how I stood beside you when…

No, you only remember my absence.

Here we return with precision, an arrow
Fired by the great Tell who reveals us.
The apple on our heads, the gift of Eve
Who saw in us the beginning of Love.

The Four Chambered Heart

Now, where are the words
The heart needs?
Sort through its four chambers
To mix blood for the body to keep moving,
If not forward,
Any motion is better than none.

From chamber to chamber
Soft walls,
Trim dangles,
Ceiling cracked,
Windows frosted with dust.
These images attract hope.

You’ll Never Be Alone (for Bobby)

Son
Today with oil, water and breath
I watched the priest
Open the soul of a boy
To God.

As
Mine
Was
A long time ago
And many sins past.

Since the Dawn of Love

Inside the hollowed halls of loneliness

Where nothing fills in the gaps

God calls us

With a unique voice that defines each life

Says:

HAIKU: LOOK UP AT THE STARS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If You Just Don’t Feel

HAIKU: A PROMISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Promise

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Judgement Day

When He came down from the heavens above,
We welcomed Him, arms wide open with love.
We showered our God with adoration
And eagerly sought His revelation.

Prostrated before His magnificence
In an attempted rite of recompense
Under the golden throne of creation,
We prayed for everlasting salvation,

Divergent Thoughts: Set of Haikus

In the name of God
Millions tortured, maimed and killed
Still preach the gospel

The prophet of peace
Followers kill in his name
Mute spectators all

HAIKU: IT’S NOT PERMISSION!

By Charles Robert Lindholm

We Are All Sinners   

HAIKU: THE HEART OF JESUS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Heart Of Jesus

HAIKU: MY HEART’S CATHEDRAL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Votive Candles Burn

HAIKU: VOTED OUT OF CHURCH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Voted Out Of Church

INDIGO INK

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

My pen is filled
with indigo ink
that captures
the words
that are whispered
into my ear

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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I AM THERE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I Am Hiding
Out Of Sight
In The Shadows
Out Of The Light

In Between
The Lines
And The Spaces

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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HAIKU: GOD SEES YOUR SOUL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Harvest Moon shines

HAIKU: A SPECIAL PLACE IN HELL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There’s a special place