Cynthia A. Morgan's Blog, page 62

Man of Beauty – #Poetry of #Love and #Passion

Man of Beauty,

Silence stands between us,

Perilously close, yet excruciating Far,

You are the Bright Morning Star

To my dark night,

Making everything Right.

Man of Strength,

Embodiment of my Desire

Touching my soul, Yet so far, so far,

Nowhere else but where You are;

Where I long to be,

With You, With Me.

Man of Passion,

Yearning lives in my every Breath,

Patience taking every Measure of Will,

Loneliness the bitterest pill,

Love Transcending,

Never Ending.

~Morgan~

Waiting for Humankind – #Poetry of #Inspiration & #Hope

Pirouetting in my Mind,
A subtle, Transient, dizzying rhyme;
Countless stars that dance in the night,
Each one blazing, an Exquisite Sight.

Tumbling past my Languid gaze
Into the distant billowing Haze,
A Fiery sojourner, rending the sky,
Tempting the onlooker to question Why.

Seeking the Temple of the Dream,
Our Endless, Recurring, Speculative theme;
While Promise sits on yonder Morn,
Waiting for Humanity to be Born.

 

~Morgan~

What I Can Do – #InspirationalQuotes

I cannot do Everything,
but I Can do Something.
And I will not let what I cannot do
interfere with what I Can do.

-Edward Everett Hale

~Morgan~

A Thousand Souls Parading – #Poetry of #Faith & #Spirituality

Darkness reflects my Seeking Gaze
as I Stare Out Beyond this Staging,
And See the Shimmering, Dancing Lights
Of A Thousand Souls Parading.

Apathy Enfolds me as I Sleep,
The dark and friendless hours of Night,
Beyond the Touch of a single Human Hand
to Comfort me in my Plight.

Ennui Steals my Impetus,
Careworn and Desensitized I stare,
In the Echo of Insidious Thought,
Where All Purpose seems Stripped Bare.

Yet, Beyond where man has ever stood,
One Answer Exceeds the strife,
An Answer Accepted Keenly by my Heart,
Transforming the Tedium of Life.

Imposing no Proviso,
No Alteration Justified,
Just as Perfection formed Me
Loving All that was and is inside.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful artwork found on google

Shake It – Just a Few #Thoughts About What We Don’t Do

I used to go dancing a lot, nearly every weekend. Same place, certainly nothing fancy, but there was a proper DJ, a few good friends, and a fancy to flirt with. Oh it was fun! Yet, now, I don’t go as much. In truth, it’s been years, even though I love to dance, love to hear the driving beat matching my pounding pulse, love to shake what the Good Lord gave me. Yes, I know how. I don’t get out there on the floor only after I’ve had one too many making every step a misstep, every turn a potential disaster, and I certainly don’t do that “White Girl” dance that looks more like there’s a queue for the loo than an expression of rhythmic ecstasy going on.

So why is it, then, that I have abstained for so long? The place is still there, the friends are still about, even the DJ is still in attendance on his given night, but, for whatever reason, I stopped going. Too many late nights? No. That’s the beauty of Saturdays. Not enough “fundage” to foot the bill? Never. Dancing is free; it’s the drinking that is costly. Got bored with the same ol’ scene…ok maybe, but I never went to parade my assets to the flesh market; I only ever went to dance, have a good time and a lot of laughs.

Why, then, deny myself something I enjoy; something that made me giggle, something from which I have dozens of great memories, something that made me feel so good? Job responsibilities got in the way, boyfriend at the time had something to say, supposed spiritual antithesis made me feel I rather ought to pray, not sure which, but something wouldn’t let me play (sorry, it’s the poet in me!) Whatever it was, I simply stopped going.

This happens, though, doesn’t it. Whether it’s the club where we love to dance, or the gym where we work out (and prance? Sorry!) Whether it’s the afternoon game at school we always used to go to, or the local theatre meeting we just can’t find time for anymore, or the church service of a Sunday that we used to attend; there always seems to be something that we sacrifice in order to satisfy the demands and pressures of our lives. It’s the extra job so we can buy a new car, or the late hours at the office so we can pay our inflated mortgage; it’s the dinner party that keeps us from spending time with our children, or the sheer exhaustion of it all that keeps us from getting up off the couch to give our bodies a little physical stimulation (behave now, I mean working out here!)

In the end, though, what are we gaining? Stress? Hassles? Dissatisfaction? 30 extra pounds and borderline diabetes? Estranged loved ones? Lonely children? Insomnia? A Life without Purpose? The list can go on and on. You know what they say: All work and no play….All Stress and no Pray….

My Point? (yes, you and I both know I don’t really need one, but once again you are in luck) What I’m saying is simply this: Grab your i-whatever devise and go for a walk. Strap on a helmet and take a spin on that bicycle that’s been sitting (or hanging) in your garage for years. Pick up a ball or a doll and play with your baby before they grow up and don’t want you around. Or better yet, put on your little black dress (unless you’re a man, of course! In that case put on something sleek and sexy that shows off your best attribute), call up some friends and Go Shake Your Grove Thang!

Because the fun you have and the inspiration you achieve will last a vast while longer than any false sense of accomplishment you may gain by working late or ignoring your mate.

~Morgan~

OH My Love – #LovePoems & #Poetry of #Passion

Where wilt Thou go
Oh My Love,
Where my Soul would not Follow?
Unto the very Ends of the Earth,
Past Orion,
Beyond the Seas of Stars,
Even there I shall Follow Thee,
Oh My Love.

For even as Time
Slips ever onward,
Entrapping and Enwrapping us
In Its Cosmic Web,
My Heart will Seek Thee, Eternally,
Questing after Thy Love,
Desiring only The Touch of Thy Hand,
Yearning for the Sweet Wine of Thy Loving Kiss,
Oh My Love.

In all my Life, as Truest Breath can tell,
I have Known Thee,
Loved Thee,
Waited upon Thee,
Longed for Thee,
Seen Thee in all others, who pale by comparison
To Thy Beauty.
Oh My Love.

Thine is my Heart,
Thine is my Soul,
Given Freely,
Yearning Ever,
Breathlessly Patient
For Thee,
Oh My Love.

~Morgan~
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Photography found at: http://www.mojan.com

Kissed by Light – #Poetry of #Spirituality and #Faith

Time is Waiting, standing still,
While Daylight pauses on the Terrestrial windowsill.

Night is Lurking, drawing Near,
While I lie here fighting perpetual Doubt and Fear.

The Moon is rising, Kissed by Light,
As I Pray to the Heavens to make Everything Right.

The Stars will track Erebus, and then fade,
As another Day breaks into Night’s Shade,

And I will Wait, with Breath bated,
For the Love that is Coming, Promised and Fated;

For even as Day turns ever to Night,
Faith Brings Heavens Blessings and Guided Sight.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image found at Dreamstime.com

Always – #LovePoems

Touch the Flame to the Burning Candle

And Brighten this darkness with Your Love,

For as Sweet as any Wine could Intoxicate,

You Bring Bliss to my Fragile state.

Caress my Senses with Your Softest Smile,

While the Moon steps Indistinctly onward,

For as Breathlessly as any Dream could Beguile,

You bring Abandon to my Pounding Heart.

Tempt my Imagination with Your Eloquence Sublime

And Stare into me like an Angel, Knowing All,

For as Divine as any Love could ever Be,

Are you, My Precious Darling,

Always,

To Me.

~Morgan~

My Love for You – #LovePoetry

My Love for You
is akin to Submersing myself
in the most Exquisite and Complex book,
Each page a Discovery more
Beautiful,
Entrancing,
Appealing,
Compelling,
Alluring,
Mesmeric,
Pleasurable,
Rapturous than the last,
Where I am Hungry for Each Word,
Each Delicious Phase,
Turning page after page after page,
Delighting in what I’ve tasted already;
Beguiled by the Intrigues yet to come;
Captivated by the Mystery Unraveling before my eyes;
Thirsting for more, and more, and more, and more.
My Love for You is like reading my Favourite book,
Impossible to lay aside;
Waking me in the dark of night;
Filling my mind with Fantastical Imagery;
Playing on my Emotions with Deliberate Skill.
My love for You is like the words of the most Eloquent Poet,
Tempting,
Entreating,
Dizzying,
Spellbinding,
Instilling in me an Endless Parade of Sensation,
Shaped by You,
Guided by You,
Lured by You,
Each Page a Treasure far more Prized than the last.
And when I reach the Conclusion,
When the final Phrase is Savoured to the Fullest;
I Close the book,
Sigh Prodigiously,
And Open it Anew,
To Endlessly,
Incessantly,
Perceive the Wonder of You.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Acknowledged to the Original photographer.

Making History Through #Music & #Handbells

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My Beautiful and Talented niece, Katelyn, studied Music Education and Sacred Music at Lebanon Valley College. In her senior year, one requirement of graduating with Departmental Honors is that she gives a musical recital. She performed the first half of the recital last week, in which she not only played 58 handbells in varying technical styles, which is impressive all by itself, but she also made LVC history. She was the first person to give a solo handbell recital since the college was founded in 1866! To say that I am SO PROUD of her is stating the obvious. To say that she did such a marvelous job that even her professor said she “blew it out of the water” is quoting the teacher (also the pianist) herself.

I hope you will take a few moments to check out her Amazing performance. Whether you love handbell music or not, I’m sure you will enjoy it.

The Program she performs is:
A Sacred Harp Tune – Arr. Christine Anderson (1949)
If Thou Art Near (Bist Du Bei Mir) – JS Bach (1685-1750) Arr. Christine Anderson
Air – JS Bach (1685-1750) Arr. Christine Anderson
Sheep May Safely Graze – (Duet with Fellow Student) – JS Bach (1685-1750) Arr. Gumma
The Girl With Flaxen Hair – C Debussy ( 1862-1918) Arr. Brocker
Sabre Dance – Khachaturian (1903-1978) Arr. Liao

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~Morgan~