BUOYED BY GRACE: poetry for the soul
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BUOYED BY GRACE - Stan Schmidt
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Published by AuthorHouse 12/07/2023
ISBN: 979-8-8230-1884-5 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-1883-8 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023923898
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CONTENTS
Introduction
My Melodious Ballad
Flowers In The Weeds
The Shell
Whittling
As The Crow Flies
The Unload
Triggers
Back And Forth
What Should Have Been
Richter Scale Or Not
A Bit Tattered
Fellow Travelers
Less Than Parallel
Ghost Ship
I Am Sorry
Seeming Wasteland
Cracked
Pursuit Of God
Ultimate Treasure
Well Ran Dry
Bail
Incongruity
File Thirteen
Dark Night Of The Soul
In Conflict
Life
Exit
Shoes
Litterateur
Living Water
Count Your Blessings
Color Red
Delete
Flicker
Equanimity
Ice Breaker
Weeble
The Barrage
The Discard
The Aftermath
Enigmatic
Limitations
Someone
Smog
Psalm 73:25-26
Scuffle With Reality
Season Finale
No Apparent Answer
Thy Will
Amongst The Tombs
White Caps
Rose Garden
Skin In The Game
Revival
Force Of The Remnant
What?
Weeds
The Phoenix
No Exemptions
Cabal
Canceled Debts
Quieted
Squirm
Died
Wallflower
The Living Narrative
Notes
Compartmentalize
The Botch
Headlights To A Deer
Why I Live
Manifested
Vacuous
Buddy System
Our End
Smidgen
Ignorance Is Bliss
Vestal
Now I Get It
Masterly
Hole
Stylus
Does It Only Take A Spark
The Subsequent
Where
Saline
In Recent Days
Be Anxious For Nothing
Paltry
I Would Like To Know
Spirit Mission
Gladiator
Less The Panic
Obstacle Course
Athwart
Odd Company
The Wait
Lily In The Valley
No Longer Hostage
Resplendent
Mausoleum
Lamp To The Soul
No Can Do
Credo
Woodwork
Puzzle
I Fell In The Mud
Imbue
Hiatus
Gift Of An Ear
The In Group
Sentences
Forest For The Trees
Closure Or Not
Just Throwing It Out There
In The Throes
Until Kingdom Come
Time Will Tell
Cemetery Stroll
Fear Of Man
Hey, Over Here
Kaleidoscope
Poem To Jesus
Overcast
Off With The Sandals
Flagellate
Be Not Afraid
Have I
Blessed Agony
Shutdown
Shutdown Encore
Tired Of Waiting
Flies
Your Defender
Saint
Yet
Not A Clue
From The Sheep
What I Need, He Is
Kittywampus
Either Or
The Poet Weeps
Fog Of War
Lesser Is Not Greater
Shiny Object
Surpassing Comprehension
Sounding Board
Astigmatism
Cacophonous
Maturation
Passion For Your Passion
No Crown
Dearth
Nothing
Spigot
Breakthrough
Shore
I Love
My Friend
Layaway
Sleeping Dogs
The Ignorant
Father’s Wisdom
Less The Beckon
Sense Out Of Chaos
The Key
A Psalm
Envy
Even So, Come
Pedestal
Sideways
Doppelganger
Step By Step
Mend
Fender Bender
Vertigo
The Cloud
Hushed
Diminish
Away From Home
The Yoke
The Writer
Reanimate
Moments
Withered Leaf
The Overwhelm
That Friend
Chatterbox
No Waver
Head In My Hands
Testimony Of Others
In The Mode
Not Just A Story
My Garrison
Exemplar
Bosom Burning
Saturday Morning
Befallen
Ever Singing
Seasoned
Papier-Mache
Dead Dreams
Cotton
Closing In
Radio Silence
Penman
Sequestered
Tantalize
Seasons
Momentum
Hill
Eagerly Await
One More
Don’t Need It
Less The Feral
What Is That In Your Hand
The Helper
Sola
Be The Ball
Involuntary Glutton
Prescription
Love Song
Stay On Topic
My Way
Disheveled
Bombardment
Wilderness Wandering
Impromtu
Do I Wait
The View
Baby Steps
Agape
Less The Decay
My Refuge
Landlord
The Valley
The Exasperation
The Jury
Cherry
Repudiation
Crossroads
Slip Through The Cracks
Kangaroo Court
Living And Enduring
Straight Line
Waterloo
Not Forsaken
The Chuckle
Ship’s Rudder
That Time
Off The Deep End
My Own Eulogy
We Cannot Miss The Point
One Talent
Martyrdom
Glutton For Punishment
Mailbox
What A Force
Alcove
Navigation
Oh My Goodness, Father
Buoyed By Grace
Simple
The Aforementioned
Compensation
The Decades
Today’s Cry
Signals
I Heard It
Croon
Wholeness
Bell Weather
Nostalgic
Photo Bomb
Inkblot
Lantern
Ashen
Stalwart
The Lake
Not My Undoing
When He Was Reviled
Grace Amazing
Altered
Cradled
Said Situation
I Do Have Angels
For The Few
Rather
Ransom
Sixth Sense
I Claim Nothing
Well Not Dry
White Flag
With That Said
I Have To Believe
Blackout
The Sacrifice
We Adore You
House
Hues
The Saints
Calloused Knees
Nothing Is Over
The Self-Efface
Buzzards
Carry
Train
Soldier
No Return
Viewpoint
A Recent Pondering
Juxtaposition
Floodgates
Straight Jacket
I Still Believe
Nadir
Disintegrate
Bliss Of Ignorance
Road Map Deficient
Finger
Afield
Still Around
Birthday Poem
Shortchanged
No Longer Crying
Creativity
Good Old Days
Supposed Ruins
Vanishing
My Heaven
Mystery
Push Not
Come In Heavy
Stones Cry Out
It Is Not Me
Out From The Shadows
Scarlet Thread
My War Room
Escapism
Regretful Hindsight
Mr. Thief
Lottery On Steroids
Ask For The Moon
Who I Am
Safekeeping
Proxy
Divine Gamble
Soundtrack
Extant
My Last Thought
INTRODUCTION
I thought that my last book, From The Deepest Well, was going to be my final book of poetry. I put my heart and soul into that book. But, here I am still with a passion to write poetry.
The Lord has brought me a long way down the road and has taught me to trust Him. Therefore, this book is inundated with poems of hope and life.
With that said, this book does talk a lot about difficult times with vivid word pictures and utter transparency. We all deal with life in real time and space, and so I write honestly and authentically about what we go through.
These poems are not arranged chronologically, although they were all written in a two-year time period. Also, the subject matter in this book changes from poem to poem (unless noted). We all have a variety of life stuff, and of which, I write about. Sometimes I write about what I have been through, sometimes what others have been through, and sometimes merely a spiritual concept. Spontaneity encompasses much of my poetry. It is almost as the wind blows. I hear a word or phrase or song or read a verse or experience something, and it inspires a poem.
For some reason I have this deep desire to put my thoughts into poetic form. That is, whether hard times or great times. To say it is therapeutic would be an understatement.
At any rate, it will become clear right off that I am a follower of Jesus Christ, and the poetry in this book will reveal that quite clearly. He is the one who has buoyed me by His grace and kept me afloat.
I hope that what I have put together in this book is an encouragement to the reader. I write to bless the reader, especially those going through hard times. My hope is that what I put into poetic form meets the reader where they are and gives voice to their own struggles, and subsequently hope.
MY MELODIOUS BALLAD
poetry is a genre unique
of which only a minority actually seek
appreciating the rhyme and verse
for a moment a refuge in which to immerse
allowing painted pictures by sonnet
hopefully with some deeper meaning upon it
a limerick or a jingle probably not
rather something more substantial thought
a ballad of passion or pain
fair weather or stormy rain
personal experience without the fairy tale
the joys of life or the wail
sunny days and picnics or the fiery furnace
either way emotion comes in earnest
for me, it has been a great release
my contentment surely to increase
now the nice thing about poetry
it is that you can use brutal honesty
documenting the personal and the dramatic
exposing all the stuff in the attic
with nothing pretentious
simply a zeal that clenches
and yet at the same time
people, places, and events are hidden in the rhyme
all so the reader cannot pinpoint and know
the ultimate facts are veiled in innuendo
so my poetry has exposed me completely
and yet it has all been done quite discreetly
which means the reader knows what I have been through
but nailing it down they have not every clue
for the historical reality behind my eyes
it is somewhat in disguise
hence my heart is there for all to see
even though it still remains a mystery
which is the beauty of poetry
as the people, places, and events are for a trusted few
to them I give the whole story and not just a clue
now the point does remain
others who have gone through the same pain
they know that I know how they feel
so to them my poems become very real
realizing someone has walked in their shoes
and paid their dues
I am not one who could not care less
I pen poetry for the reader’s heart caress
which is the reason I write
to help others get things right
to bless and encourage
to give them a hope and not a dirge
assisting them to a higher acumen
as we live out this life as a human
wishing my poetry to be an unsuspecting agent
healing the reader’s heart from reality’s estrangement
buttressing them with the words I write
buoying them in their dark of night
all so the sun does not their clay harden
but their butter to soften
that their trials would not break them
but make them
truly, my melodious ballad has a purpose
succoring the reader to rise above the surface
without a doubt, I do not write for me
I write for thee
because if my poetry blesses the reader
rising them from being a bottom feeder
then my anthology
of poetry
it would have been worth all the time
sitting here writing about life into rhyme
FLOWERS IN THE WEEDS
we all know that in the spring
life simply appears
where did it come from
flowers blooming spontaneously
colors and smells galore
even for us not akin to botany
we are amazed at the wonder
and then we see the same in our lives
God creating something out of nothing
life from death
beauty from struggle
revelation from agony
flowers in the weeds
ingenious no doubt
so the weeds no longer discourage
for the Gardener is at work
THE SHELL
oh that protective shell
thinking it is how we are to remain well
barricading ourselves behind
so others, our heart they cannot find
or our history
or our misery
or our weak resolve
or our sin we cannot absolve
yet now and again
we come across that friend
someone we actually can truly trust
where the shell is no longer a must
we can humbly open up our heart
a relational dynamic that is certainly art
because perpetually hiding
with no one confiding
it is a detriment to the soul
and makes amiss our goal
since the beauty of a trusted friendship
the glory of a comrade’s fellowship
it is life to our being
sadly, such friends are rarely seen
however, they do exist
and they dare not be missed
now when such a gift happens by
it should make us cry
a friend to whom our story to tell
someone to get us out of our shell
WHITTLING
taking an unformed piece of raw material
no, not inanimate but very personal
the Creator carving out His image in us
sure, something bold and adventurous
since we have a lot of rough edges
certainly needing transformation to our pledges
yet God whittles away over time
longing for His image in us to rhyme
hence the shavings fall by the wayside
the process often leaving us with tears cried
as the blade, the shavings, and the whittle is what we see
rather than our Lord’s profound creativity
often resisting His artistry
because the final product we do not fathom
but oh if we would simply trust Him
we would know His chiseling is all for our benefit
for all He fashions is our blessing to befit
sculpting
and molding
He wants our heart and His in unison
as He conforms us into the image of the Son
bringing us back to our original created purpose
His love and grace the stimulus
etching away the sin behind our face
while making us something for His trophy case
not a piece of wood or lifeless statue of folklore
simply a creature finally bearing the image of its Creator
AS THE CROW FLIES
oh sure, when we encounter adversity
we wish it would disappear quickly
hoping as the crow flies
a short distance to its excise
although the long way around God takes
a route with little daybreak
hence our desired flowery beds of ease
they seem left in parentheses
now the crow may cause our travel to be jollier
yet God allows our sores to fester
knowing the long route is our ultimate healing
as our crown He is polishing
the pain
is our gain
altruism from self-absorption
immaturity into oblivion
ignorance to wisdom
and godliness rather than transgression
restored to His image our final restoration
with our ache a central element in that destination
so let us smell the roses in the long journey
since the Lord is leading us on to victory
leaving us not caring about the flight of the crow
but only our God to love and deeper know
THE UNLOAD
heavy was my heart
so I needed to depart
to get away
early today
I needed to unload
thus I hit the road
needing to take a walk with my Lord
unloading my burdens I poured
getting everything off my chest
God’s kingdom to invest
crying out in intimate detail
so needing some wind in my sail
thus unload I did indeed
and I was freed
a marvelous saunter and stroll
giving radiance into my hole
a perfect morning weather-wise
along with a fresh spark in my eye
the hundred-pound pack was removed
with a trust in God behooved
TRIGGERS
making our way onward smoothly
along with a sense of serenity
but then there appears a trigger
a loss of peace manufacturer
bringing an onslaught
that, of an unwanted thought
shoving back into our face
hindering us from running our purposed race
a monkey wrench thrown into our gears
causing a quagmire between our ears
and down into our heart
potentially our harmony to depart
hence we sigh at the trigger
with contentment now a bit costlier
since the straight is now diagonal
the effects less than circumstantial
yet amidst the triggers that assail
we have a God who cannot fail
He who gives us our needed leverage
as faith becomes our determined verbiage
because the trigger can do what it may
while not leaving us bleak and blasé
truly, triggers attack me daily
even constantly
but such is life in our present state
however my spirit they do not incarcerate
as the Son has set me free
working in me
a disciple’s mentality
one who understands the wars we must fight
where in the dark He gives me His moonlight
BACK AND FORTH
it is not a bad place to be
wanting another person’s mercy
to ask for help in a time of need
an emotional tourniquet for our bleed
as we were created another’s burdens to bear
to meet them in their despair
and sometimes that needy person happens to be
you or me
yet too often we balk at our own request
sure, we wish to be blessed
but we struggle thinking we are a bother
or think our needs to another do not matter
hence our needs remain unsaid
although that is mostly just in our own head
as there are some true friends who would love to give
coming to our aid so we can more truly live
ergo, we must allow others the opportunity us to bless
letting them their genuine heart to express
I mean, if no one receives
then no one can give
and giving some really wish to do
which mean the onus is on me and you
therefore we must shed the false humility
and ask for help when we are needy
so again, it is fine to say
that we are not okay
for that means we are real and not plastic
which augments a true relational dynamic
no doubt, I am fine is the general response by rote
everyone acting like they are staying afloat
verily, now and again we encounter a different breed
those who impart and receive in a time of need
a bond created with a loving give and take
moreover, tomorrow may flipside the ache
thus we then meet the other in their time of need
buttressing them in their plead
giving a silver platter back onto their plate
just as they loved us for our needy sake
WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN
as I ponder life’s deep realities
a glaring beacon my heart sees
it should have been me on that Cross
and all to my eternal loss
for as with the entirety
of humanity
I was one who cried crucify
my own depravity to deify
a traitor to God Almighty
my life awash in stupidity
a moron and a rebel
being exhibit A of a numskull
but one day the lights came on
I saw the horror my sin God’s heart upon
and it left me aghast
so I forsook my past
repenting in utter humility
oh my goodness am I thankful for His mercy
as I am not in my deserved hell
but my soul has been made well
I mean, I committed treason against my Creator
yet He loved me as my Redeemer
thus this poem as I write
I must tears from my eyes wipe
what in the world have I been given
marvelously by a holy God loved and forgiven
is it any wonder that I would stand
even after giving God my backhand
there, right in front of a firing squad
proclaiming unto death that Jesus is my God
because He took my place on that Cross
now I will give Him everything no matter the cost
RICHTER SCALE OR NOT
the earthquake of the past years
the shaking my heart still hears
for aftershocks yet abide
with the tremors alongside
attempting to rock my foundation
and keep my stability undone
making me feel like I live in a shanty
yet I am actually an heir to royalty
a member in the court of the King
as under the placard of His Cross I sing
with that said, even as of late
the quake attempts my faith to eradicate
but I will simply stay in my lane
knowing my life is under His reign
hence the shaking can shake
of which never takes a break
even so, no matter how much I have cried
the Richter scale is not my guide
now it surely had significant impact
of which I would not wish to reenact
however, through it all I overcame
with my heart set aflame
since the earthquake only deepened my faith
enlarging my spiritual attaché case
steadied amidst the tremors
because in my King I am a conqueror
indeed, the jarring actually puts things into place
pushing us to realize that life is in Jesus’ face
A BIT TATTERED
I think I have worn a bit thin
sure, still loving God within
yet I can tell I am a bit jaded
no, not overtly frustrated
just a dash a pessimism hanging around
a wearied soul, but still heaven bound
although with wounds healing
but still hurting
salve applied to all the blistering
trials burning me like the sun
but knowing His love cannot be outdone
always unpacking His gift of grace
my ultimate resting place
now, there may be no elegant wrapping
or