Bits and Pieces

Bits and Pieces by Shundra L. Moore is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.

Bits and Pieces


Loss and grief grow stale as moldy bread
If you hold on to it too tight.
A bit of bitterness to turn the bridle.
Is not what I intended.


Dreams gone like a vapor.
Dark sayings and visions shown by God alone.
Yet He turns with Moab
Yet He turns with the washpot.


The new Romans nine tail has been put down
And the whip has replaced her.
Martyrs of this age have flooded this earth.
As we cry out to God to save us
From a cruel world.
From a subculture that is void
And does not believe.


Belief in childlike dreams.
Trust in unicorns that carry can carry the load.
Stories that help us not to forget,
That If God turns the bridle
We will be able to put the pieces
Back into the whole.


Alice
Dorthy met Alice
And they both got trapped in a storm.
But this one thing saved them
Dorthy had been there before.


Storms come and go
And houses are built
But the only one that stands
Is the one that has been poured
In deep grounds.


Six Feet
At least that deep
Or the ground will spit them up.
In New Orleans that is.
No way to go down must go up instead.


Honoring the ones gone on.
Is a task fit for a King.
How does one do such a thing.
Live with their gifts and use them.
Go to the ground empty as a hollowed out bullet
Fire yourself into the heart of the dragon,
And watch him go down.




Under
Ausie Ausie oxen free.
David scrificed until
He had to stop for a praise break.


The cart broke and everything fell apart.
The only help was a guard
Who did not end well.


On Ending Well
Mamma didn't raise no fool.

Sam and Sam

Sam and Sam
Said I do
Sam didn't really know what to do.
They were told they didn't belong
So they went and built there own throng.

Rejected and scorned they thought it was too late
And decided God didn't bless for there sake.
They were right about one thing.
The blessing is not just for your sake.
Its for His too.

He blesses because He wants all to know
What He thinks and Who He bestows blessings upon.
The blessing is for the person not for their actions.

Celebrate Christ

Emmanuel with us twice.
Once in the Son,
Then the Spirit upon us,
Celebrating Christ.


Which day will we crown
To make a joyful sound
That rings in the ear of the King.

Shining star of the wise,
Seeking to find,
The Child in His home
Not being alone.

Mother and Father
There to show
The angels of the Heavenly birth.
Courting royalty that bestows gifts at His feet.

Rare spices and pure gold
Which spoke of the end from the future.

Hiding from those
That would want to kill
The Son of Man before
God's full plan came to Light.

Evil didn't know
What part it would play
To bring about each Sunday.
Where we Celebrate Christ.

Died and Buried before He came.
To rise in us each day
That we choose to submit
To His might.

His Hand of Grace that fills us anew
Every time we fest.
Every place we meet,
To sit at His feet
And Celebrate Christ.
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My Gift to the Public Domain,
Shundra L. Moore

At the Pool

At the Pool
Note: This poem is not in the public domain
(c) copyright 2010, Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved.

Dragging a body of bones around
In a bag of skin Is how I feel at times.
This tent does not want to comply
With the directions I give.

I do jump in on the inside
But the outer man takes only one step to the right
Before my mind decides it cannot do.
Conditioned from the womb to restrict.
It will take the LORD's voice to say come forth.

So I hear Him mention I am right here.
Don't listen to others who say I am far away.
The waters are troubled.
The waters are still.
The times are for Me to say.

See John

A Band of Bells

A Band of Bells
Note: This poem is not in the public domain
(c) copyright 2010, Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved.

Chimes in tune to a choice that does not wait.
Spirit formed in a heart ready for belief.
A heart that is clouded with tears
Of joy mixed with longing.
To know a Master who wants in return.
Desire for all who would come to Him
And learn to be meek and agree with the LORD who can see.

Rejecting men who heap laws
Of injustice upon those of us who are free.
Who invite a kind of death into a Holy Place.
Deceptive is the party that offers
A slight bit of bondage to embrace with a cup of tea.
Walking tents made for God to meet us in an interval of need.

Acceptance of every evil thing that is released
Is not how He defines true humility.
All things work together for good
For those who hear His call.
Looking for an occasion to sound.
Returning words that don't abide by His guest list.
Mercy and lovingkindness are there.
But sorrow and bitterness decided not to show.

Can you hear the bells of decision to trust His power to change.
The noise of empty hearts to the jingle that signals faith.
Pleasure is the crux of Fathers intent
His and ours there to meet.
Can you hear the ringing of the Bells?
Do you have Sight?.

Songs from Haiti

Songs from Haiti
Streets of concrete tremble above the faults.
Bringing destruction where they shake.
Dark sayings that rush to God
And save many in time to save more.
Rains wash away the dust from weary feet
That run to help with no sleep.

Life springs from those who
Look for a brother or sister in the rubble.
Songs of many rise to His Throne
Sang by some who don’t know
Who to call upon.
But Father is kind and loves to be asked.
So He answers with a yes.

By Shundra L. Moore
To: the people of Haiti with Love

Mass "A Poem"

Mass "A Poem"

Where is the Father?
When He is needed.
The utmost respect
Should be given to the Holy Spirit.
Even though awe is passed on to Jesus.
That's what I was told.

Where is the Father?
He is seated next to Jesus.
Oh, By the Way (selah),
He is needed.
I heard that from the Vine.

But I am not even aware
Of my own filth but He is.
So give Him your sins
And come to yourself.
Go back to the Father.

In exchange for your dirt,
He will give you a robe of righteousness.
And a seal of good credit in heaven.
That's what I was told.
Who told me?
The Father.
In Jesus name.

What is Truth?
He is not a What but He uses Whats
To get a point across.
The point is He loves
To show us how to love others.
Who showed me?
The Father.

When you don't love you hate
So learn to Love
From Love Himself,
Or drown in your own ideas.

Going swimming in philosophies of men
is not recommended.
The waters are crowded.
Some people who don't have any hope
And don't want to live
Will bring you down with them.

Some you have to let save themselves.
Not speaking of the hurting
But those who inflict hurt on purpose.
Who told me?
The Father
After He pulled me out of that ocean.

If you see a man drowning in sins
He is unaware of and don't tell him.
Do you Love? 1 Corinthians 13
Just a question?