To You I Pray, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

To You I Pray

To You I Pray

My heavenly Father to you I pray
Giving You thanks for this wonderful day
Filled with much happiness but almost done
Time to reflect on your begotten Son
I humbly ask that You make me worthy
Of pain He willingly suffered for me
May His words fervently be my life’s guide
And the Holy Spirit remain inside
Let holy His name be upon my lip
At the moment that into sleep I slip

Endless Sea, a Tanka poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

May 2nd is the anniversary of the death of the Russian painter  Ivan Aivazovsky.  Most of his paintings were about the sea.  His most prominent being The Ninth Wave which I have used  here previously to accompany one of my poems.  For more info on him click here.

On this day, May 2nd I honor this painter who I think had an amazing skill in my first ever Tanka poem.

Endless SeaAmong the Waves, Ivan Aivazovsky (1898)

Endless Sea

Me the endless sea
Let me soon absorb your all
Setting your mind free
Ridding pain both big and small
Your new life shall be in me

 

 

 

 

Be Not Judged, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Hynais Vojtech - Kristus a Magdalena (1889)Kristus a Magdalena, Vojtech Hynais (1889)

Be Not Judged, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Wrong to guard wealth over my needy soul.
Not worthy of Magdala my title.
As being far from ever an angel.
Feel my wanton heart to be dark as coal.

Seeking a way to become again whole,
That my many past sins, You to expel,
To find a path to avoid things carnal,
And my special love for You to extol.

Mary what reason are thee on bent knee?
For I know in your young heart burns a fire,
This day forward you shall be My beacon.

Be assured that from your sins you are free.
Let it be known to all your true desire,
Be with Me and the Father in Heaven.

Precious Water, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

The WellUnknown Title and Painter

Precious Water, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Went early to the well to get Thy water,
My day would be worthless without this drink.
Once received my spirit becomes brighter,
Heart engages the mind so I can think.

Looked about to see the others with me,
By my hand count there were only a few.
Like me were old nearly able to see.
Soon a young man came and water he drew.

From a common vessel we all did share,
To this water there’s nothing to compare.
Giving thanks our voices filled the clear air,
The sun acknowledged our morning prayer.

Where are the young who have strength we all ask?
Waiting ‘til they can’t do a simple task?

Deluge, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Court Scene_of_deluge-Joseph_Desire_Court-MBA_Lyon_A23-IMG_0453Scene of deluge, Joseph-Desire Court (1827)

Deluge, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Rising waters come not to their surprise.
Ungodly behaviors antagonize,
He who loves them and who He did advise,
Their very actions He shall penalize.

Within His power did save but a few,
Who faithfully abided by His rule,
So once again we could begin anew.
Now afresh His wishes we overrule.

Once more old behaviors we restore,
Even after He sent His only Son.
Do we dare to ask He do even more?
Do we dare say that the Devil has won?

Can still accept the baby if we choose,
It still remains with us to win or lose.

 

Answers to Many Whys, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Liegendes sich_aufstützendes_Mädchen_anagoriaRecumbent Figure of a Girl, Hans Peter Feddersen (1875)

Answers to Many Whys, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Here weeping upon this most hallowed ground,
Staring at the body nailed to the tree.
Searching for words, but making not a sound.
He did it to set my wicked soul free.

Horrible pain, as He is not yet dead.
Wearing a crown of thorns upon his head.
His simple garments on the ground are spread.
Many cast lots for them, while others fled.

Lifted His head to heavenly Father,
Slowly bloodied chin fell onto His chest,
Nev’r a single sound of willful anger.
Earth suddenly shook, He is now at rest.

Now three days I must wait for Him to rise,
Then He will give answers to many whys.

 

Young Girl Praying, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

 

Hansen Carl Sundt-Hansen – Young Girl Praying (1883)Young Girl Praying Carl Sundt-Hansen (1883)

Young Girl Praying, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Closing these eyes so I may better see,
Absolute beauty of Your holiness,
Or other distractions to capture me,
And last to show to You my humbleness.

I ask in my heart You will always be,
My abundant love of You be endless.
A love which I give to You so freely,
Of Your love never to become callous.

When I fall, to You my sins will confess,
Of these falls I shall be truly sorry.
It is You I’ve hurt in my thoughtlessness,
By falling into the Devil’s quarry.

O Father I ask that You be my guide,
Know it’s easier with You at my side.