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In the cold icy snow, a little penguin, long awaited, is created.
With her first breath to refresh,
she wobbles around like a musical sound,
yet she weeps, with none to meet,
pondering why she is born.
Shivering on the rink, she blinks and blinks as flurries of snow begin to flow.
As the cold icy snow caresses her crest, the best is yet.
Her heart begins to yearn and around she turns.
Her eyes glow ever so,
as she looks above, falling in love
with great amaze, upon her mother’s stunning gaze.
This cuddly penguin, named Atalee, is the prize to her mother’s cries
for her mother knowingly, is most wise.
Her mother slides to her child’s side, shedding tears of cheer,
freezing, as they bounce upon her cheeks.
Her mother presses, ever near.
Atalee huddles and she cuddles from the ever so cold puddle.
With attempts to speak, she can only squeak.
With reprise, she cries, that she cannot utter how much she loves her.
Instead, they behold and their love begins to enfold.
O yes, so meek, so sweet and mystique.
Atalee's little beak snaps for snack,
without hesitation and without any lack,
for Atalee's favor does not waiver.
Soft and tender, despite the hindering of the long winter,
Atalee grows and thus she knows
her stunning gaze brings great amaze.
Being blessed, she does well to fluoresce.
Her voice engenders, in great splendor.
As seasons come and seasons go, her emotions submerge in the ocean
until time arrives to rendezvous.
Spinning her fin, she swims to the rim
that is the clue she did pursue.
Not being bound to the sea,
but aground to be found
for she is love bound,
having a feat of joy to meet a boy.
Her eyes, being now the prize.
Seeking one vow,
who will dare to bow?
Summary. A little penguin named Atalee is born in a frosty land. She glances around wondering who and what she is, and ponders why she is created. Even though Atalee tries to speak, she cannot utter any words to express the joy of being alive.
All things
Exist from one who is artistic
Artistic because he is gifted
Gifted so that he may create
Create because he himself is created
Created in the image of his Creator
The Creator is the image of
All things
Exist for it originated
Originated yet without ending
Ending because it is impossible
Impossible since Spirit is boundless
Boundless by the imagination of his Creator
The Creator imagines
All things
Exist yet without a beginning
Beginning because it is unfeasible
Unfeasible that the Creator is bound by time
Time is given so we might believe
Believe in a life lived with his Creator
The Creator gives life to
All things
Exist with energy that is unlimited
Unlimited to he who has faith
Faith to accomplish wonders
Wonders that display His power
Power wielded by one who loves his Creator
The Creator loves
All things
Exist because it is valued
Valued since it is immeasurable
Immeasurable as it is inspired with passion
Passion of an intense ability to attract
Attract with utter desire by his Creator
The Creator desires
All things
Exist as it is formed
Formed beyond days of antiquity by way realization
Realization from the key of knowledge
Knowledge with an understanding of purpose
Purpose that is given to all things by his Creator
The Creator is
All things
Exist because I Am
All things
Summary. Existing beyond time and imbuing life with energy and value is the creator who creates in his own likeness. This poetic journey explores the interconnectedness across realms and ultimately leads to the profound realization.
Author: Keith Yrisarri Stateson
© 14June2021
In the beginning was the Word
and the Word created the cosmos.
Into existence, life was conceived,
conceived by the power of inspiration.
Through inspiration came revelation
and revelation led to a realm beyond a realm.
With the journey ahead came faith,
and faith led to the greatest discovery:
the Author of Life.
Summary. Poetic stanzas delving into the tapestry of imagery and emotions to unveil a realm beyond comprehension.
There lived a porcupine that desired love
only to hurt those it wanted to love
For when it drew near it would not cheer
that life should produce tear after tear
Its dreadful spines were much too fine
that one so kind enter the fray much less to play
But it too was afraid
that it might fade without love’s aid
Its cry would not die as if they were dry
for by the pier were tears sprinkled near
Did no one care? And why should love despair?
that not even one could share
For beyond its spears that caused tears
and beneath its quills that twilled great fear
Was the form of something warm
a tender heart that was falling apart
It once tried to kiss but it was dismissed
still it had its wish that someday it would be kissed
Yet the little porcupine would not stay in pine
for it was meant to shine before ends time
Summary. Amalia desires love, but her quills are much too sharp that one should venture near. Yet she remains hopeful for someone to overlook the pain necessary to love her.
Author: Keith Yrisarri Stateson
Illustration: Korosh Mahmoodi, DALL·E, Keith Yrisarri Stateson
© 23June2021
Cold, yet warm a child is born
He knows not of what he should say
All throughout his eyes are at gaze
Nurtured day and night with delight
Mother will gather all her might
Even though hungered she may go
In her arms her child will grow
Inexpressible sounds he speaks
Cherished are the words that are heard
She dreams what her child will be
Before long he crawls, then he walks
Who other than to his mother
Summary. Through challenges and sacrifices is the irreplaceable role of a mother in her child's life. Mother’s baby celebrates this unconditional love.
It knows no boundary
Consumes without end
With treasure, it will entice
With pleasure, it will keep you
With prickly blades does it embrace
And with great delight, it follows you
With abundance, it satisfies your needs
Like rotten fruit does it taste, yet tastes swell
Knowing not the loss nor the harm nor the ruin
It is nowhere to be found in times of desperate need
But whispers in your ear, shadowing cries you do not hear
Screams of thoughts to escape but it becomes much too late
Too dark to see, one cannot flee from the ever-deep darkness within
Summary. Swallowing the souls of man, deep darkness takes captive the ignorant. Yet, there is strength to escape its perils and snares. Darkness has taken its stand with you or against you. Therefore, stand in the light, less darkness overtakes you.
Author: Keith Yrisarri Stateson
© 25May2021
Like a little seed that lives beneath
It does not yet understand
It does not yet see the light
Like a mother’s womb
Her belly grows with life inside
The child is yet to understand
Because the child does not yet know
And so, the seed grows
It emerges from the darkness of the earth
It catches sight of wonderful trees, sky high
It notices many flowers and shrubs
It can know see many things
Yet it wonders what it will be
And so, the child is born
He absorbs warmth and milk
Nursing from his mother
Strength from his father
While the child gives nothing
He receives everything so that he may grow
Having sprouted, the seed sees that the sun is good
It absorbs the light as it rises upward
And with water and soil, the sprout continues to grow
The child learns to communicate
He knows he is dependent
As he is guided, he gains understanding
And he begins to listen and obey
Having become a sapling, the seed tries to bear fruit
It tries again and again
It wonders why as years pass by
Soon it realizes that it is not able to do so
It is not mature because it is not full grown
The child gathers knowledge
He notices that he is smaller and weaker
He wonders why
But then understands that he is a child
He is not full grown because he is not mature
The sapling becomes stronger and taller
With deeper roots it is no longer shallow
Through many seasons it has endured
And now it thrives regardless the season
As the years pass along
The little seed sees that it is very different
It once saw itself as a seed, a sprout, then a sapling
But now it has become a tree
Likewise, the child sees that he is very different
He no longer sees himself as a child
So then, both the seed and the child acquire patience
Then, at the proper time, life springs forth
The tree buds
It says to itself, I am ready to bloom and produce fruit
It knows it has matured
The child is now a young man
He says to himself, I have a strong desire
With eyes set on a young woman
The man seeks unity
He seeks to become one
The young woman yearns for affection
Like a beautiful flower, she says, I am desired
Her bosom, ready to nurture
Her belly, ready for life
Love begins like a little seed
With patience and endurance, it grows
To become what it is meant to be
Though many years may pass along
The patience of waiting must be fulfilled
If you desire that I enjoy your fruit
You must mature in love
I am your Creator
I created love
And I am in love
Summary. A little seed is born and finds itself buried in the dust of the earth. It does not know what to do or how to live, but live it tries. As the seed emerges from darkness, it sees the light of the sun of God and begins to transform.
Author: Keith Yrisarri Stateson
© 27May2021
Into existence I came
But is existence forever?
If I did not create myself, then in whose mind and heart was I upon?
Who thought to design me?
Did someone desire me?
Surely someone put much forth effort to create me
By what means was I created?
And for what purpose?
And why was I not inquired?
I was weak, I could have been stronger
I was poor, I could have been richer
I was worthless, I could have been worth a little more
Would I not have made a better me?
Yet, I was made the way I am
I am alive
I can breathe, I can see, and I can eat and drink
Someone most certainly sought to look after my needs
I was given a mind to think, but a heart that struggled to love
As a babe I entered into the world, helpless and in great need
I could not walk nor talk, and neither could I feed myself
I was naked, vulnerable, and could not have survived, I was utterly dependent
Yet survive I did, as I was cared for by someone I did not yet know
Provided shelter and food in a home that I did not build
I did not know love, yet loved I was
Like nature, I grew
Like nature, I too would mature
Like its many seasons, I also had to endure
More than nature was my soul
I was different unlike anything else created on earth
I was made in the image of my Maker
I was fashioned by His hands
Imbedded with great need for Him
That’s when my life began
Like a babe, I began life anew
I could see what I could not see before
I could hear that which I had not recognized
Like a newborn, I became a child in the image of He who preexisted
I was loved with a greater love than I had ever known
A greater peace than what the world gives
I was created with purpose in my Maker
To serve and to meet Him by having believed in Him
Had I only known that every time I breathed, I was breathing in God’s love for me
Summary. In a world of darkness there exists the light that came into being in this world. Taking a stand against darkness the light seemingly died and then had risen so that all who have this light might conquer darkness.
Author: Keith Yrisarri Stateson
© 20May2021
In times of hardship
In times of sorrow
Mama teaches not to fear
In times of joy
In times of love
Mama is ever near
If there be distress
Or loneliness
Mama sees every tear
If there be adversity
Or catastrophe
Mama’s love remains year by year
Should there be an end
Or no beginning
Mama’s love will still appear
Should I travel this way
Or travel that way
My footsteps, Mama will hear
Mama who gives life
Mama who nurtures life
No other is so sincere
Before expression of words
Or having understood
Cries and cheer were in Mama’s ear
Mama who loves life
I am alive
To bless your soul
Summary. Great and powerful is Mama’s responsibility to raise and nurture her little baby for everlasting life.
Author: Keith Yrisarri Stateson
© 6May2021
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