(The Egyptian Funerary Rite)
For seventy days I’ve been prepared
With oils and unguents ever so rare
And with linen bandages to and fro
Wound and wrapped from head to toe
And on this journey I’m prepared to start
By enduring the “Weighing of the Heart”
With Toth’s oversight we’ll see whether
My heart weighs true against Truth’s feather
Should it fall short the beast will devour
My soul to oblivion in my final hour
Yet should it measure straight and true
The Pylon opened I’ll be ushered through
And then I shall fall unto my knees
And pray that Osirus hears my pleas
That he acknowledge and clear my tears
And accept my soul for a thousand years
And cleanse said soul of all its scars
And make me one with the canopy of stars
And bless my children and my wife
That they may join me in the afterlife
Ooh what a confusion
Entering the world of spirituality, while
Keeping an eye on reality
As conclusion of this confusion
Reality has always been the illusion
John chapter 15 verse 12---
This is my commandment,
That ye love one another, as I have loved you.
There’s a wee Kirk overlooking the sea
Lowly and humble but special to me.
Inside is the font where I was baptized
The aisle where I walked with joy in my eyes
The altar we faced when making our vows
With God watching o’er us, then as of now
The brilliant stained windows to Peter and Paul
Shedding their light of peace over all
There in the nave a white marble plaque
Honouring the ones who never came back
But of all of these pleasures that I want to share
Is the presence of love that waits for one there.
Contest: The Church by the Ocean
Sponsor: Constance ~ My Dear Heart ~
Written by : Margaret Foster Sept 26th 2011
If you mess with me
You're messing with an anointed pedigree
I follow God
He knows that I am flawed
Who He loves
How He wants me to pray
Who he sends my way
I'll invite in my life with open arms
I won't forsake Him
Just as He won't forsake me
I know His Son died for me
Just knowing that alone has me in tears
Knowing that He loves me enough
To sacrifice His Son
God is my Lord
Jesus is my Savior
The Father of the Savior
Has given up his Son so that I may live free of Sin
Knowing that I can talk to Him anytime, any day, anywhere
Has me dropping to my knees
I pour my soul and heart into every prayer
I know He hears all I say
Most times He'll answer my prayer easily
Other times I have to work for the answer
In the end everything is going to be alright
Because I love Him and He love me
Come and visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
Are you floating on a cloud?
Have you found the brightest star?
I know you're with us somewhere,
Even though you can't be seen,
Painting the bluest sky,
Or among the grass so green.
As I'm wandering through the park,
Looking up at the trees,
Daydreaming of the joy you brought,
Will you visit me please?
Just send me a little sign,
White feathers on the breeze,
To let me know you're happy, free
And put my mind at ease.
Or ask a passing stranger,
With twinkling brown eyes,
A cheeky smile, and baldy head,
To nod as he passes by.
Or maybe play a special song,
Loud, on my radio,
That could have been written just for you,
About all the love we've known.
Come visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
I know you're there, a floating cloud,
And one of the brightest stars.
A grain of sand fell from my hand
It came from a mountaintop to be part of this land
It was driven by water to the ocean below
Then washed upon the land to be what I know
It never gives up and it never complains
As it’s slowly made into dirt to feed the terrains
It will nourish and protect all that grow
Bringing life to flourish, where none was before
In Gods creation, all it asks is simply to be
Why can’t I be more like thee?
In ancient times when knights were bold,
They dressed in armor, so we're told.
When they went out to face their foe,
Their armor protected them head to toe.
Christians we must do the same,
Or be struck down by Satan's aim.
His flaming arrows fly all around,
Intending to knock us to the ground.
So put on God's armor without delay,
We need His protection everyday.
For our struggle is not against what we can see,
But the powers of darkness are our enemy.
Stand firm then and dress with all haste,
Start with truth buckled 'round your waist.
Satan fights dirty by spreading lies,
But the belt of God's truth will make us wise.
Next is the Breastplate of Righteousness,
That God provides for all who are His.
It's the righteousness of Christ covering you,
That the evil one cannot stand up to.
Now cover your feet with the readiness of,
Sharing God's gospel of peace and love..
Take the Shield of Faith and keep it near,
To deflect Satan's arrows of confusion and fear.
Place the Helmet of Salvation firmly on your head,
It will keep Satan's lies from filling you with dread.
He wants to make you doubt your salvation is sure,
But the helmet will guard your mind and keep you secure.
Your armor is complete, but now you need a sword,
So take the Sword of the Spirit, the Word of the Lord.
God's Word is sufficient to defend or attack.
With God's Word in your heart you can hold Satan back.
With your armor in place and your Sword in your hand,
Be strong in the Lord and in His power stand.
And pray in the Spirit at all times and all ways,
Cause the enemy trembles when Saints start to pray!
Based on Ephesians 6:10-18
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Gazing on the meadow, glowing all a bright with flowers,
I fail to see a blossom wasn’t nurtured by spring showers.
Colors envelop this small world, and none the better be.
We all behold the beauty, as far as eyes can see.
But, for some ugly reason, as some glare upon this planet,
They try to conjure reasons why God placed some people on it.
Let me cut right to the chase, each and every human face
Has a right to their own place, as flowers of the human race.
Last night I bore a troubled heart
And prayed the Lord His peace impart...
And dreamt I then of fancy things
Of angel's wings, and Queens, and Kings
Of pirate ships and maidens fair
With emerald eyes and golden hair...
Then, flying there on wings of thought
Was quickened homeward sleeping brought
And woke instead to cold of morn
With worries lurking still forlorn...
Then, while sipping coffee's wake
Did by the garden respite take
And playing there I spied two fox
like stooges wearing reddened locks...
I prayed the Lord to spare my grief
And woke today to comic relief!
Timothy I. Brumley
A is for Angels who guard us night and day.
B is for Blessings that God sends our way.
C is for Church, a body of believers.
D is for Devil, that hateful deceiver.
E is for Eternal Life Christ purchased with His blood.
F is for Faith in God to keep us from giving up.
G is for Grace, God's undeserved favor.
H is for Heaven, our future home forever.
I is for Incarnation, God became a man.
J is for Jesus, the Son of God, the Great I Am.
K is for Kingdom, God's kingdom will never end.
L is for Love, on God's love we can depend.
M is for Miracles, wondrous things only God can do.
N is for New Birth - if you'll believe in Jesus, you'll be born anew.
O is for Obedience, God's Word we must obey.
P is for Promises, God keeps the ones He's made.
Q is for Quick,our Lord is quick to forgive our sin.
R is for Resurrection, Jesus died but rose again.
S is for Scripture, God's love letter to you and me.
T is for the Truth we'll find if the Scriptures we will read.
U is for Unity, in Christ we are united as one.
V is for Victory, through Jesus our battles are won.
W is for Worship, our God is worthy of honor and praise.
X is for X-alt the Lord with voices and hands raised.
Y is for Yahweh, the Hebrew name for God, so holy.
Z is for Zeal, a fervent devotion to God wholly.
This is just a taste of the treasure you will find,
If you will read and study God's holy Word divine.
For Cyndi's Z is for Zariah ABC Couplet contest.
Is Jesus in a box, hmmm…, let’s see,
Jesus in a six sided container? That’s hard to visualize for me.
Who’d put him in? Better yet, who’d take him out?
Is he really in there? That could cast some serious doubt.
What a tidy package is your Jesus in a box.
Would you have your Jesus dressed, or only in socks?
If “Jack” looked ridiculous in his spring loaded box,
would that mean Jesus should wear similar frocks?
How would we get him to far flung destinations?
Would UPS carry him without preparations?
Would he be bathed before he was laid inside?
“Cleanliness is next to Godliness.” Recall the aside?
If you brought some vocal atheists to this table,
surely they’d sponsor legislation for a Biohazardous label?
Would Jesus still be relevant in Antarctica or the Sahara?
Remember they were late comers to a Christian era.
So I’m thinking, Jesus is not in a box, as far as I can tell.
If he was, it would likely be his permanent “death knell.”
For me, I like things the way they currently exist.
Jesus in a box, no, that’s just not something I’d like to mix.
For the Jesus in a box contest.
Means House of Bread
Papa Adam and Mama Eve's third son
There is a place where deserts bloom and loving is the law
Where miracles are commonplace and sorrows come to fall
When desires flower amidst the fields of singing lily throngs
And sin, with its razors edge, is a foregone ancient song
It is a place by streams of life, where marigolds do thrive
Where misty aqua canopies supply pleasures to our lives
Then luscious verve and greenery on mountaintops do grow
And pleasures we past put aside, no longer do forgo
Here, patchwork friendships sawn asunder are seamlessly re-sewn
And trees of men and sapling sons for times long lost atone
Oh, how I long for these dear times when nations breathe as one
When frozen tongues of languages have melted in the Son
No pain, no sickness, no sullen thoughts - no lurking death to fear
To see the work of one’s own hands, for all eternity to cheer
This passionate air, this prospect true, this paradise re-claim
Oh, how I strive to walk the path to see this righteous reign
I ponder a purpose from above
I really could use some of his love
Searching from deep within
I wonder how things will end
If I could shed a single ray of light
This would bring me smiles of delight
If a smile to a child I could bring
My heart would feel fresh as spring
Coming to the aid of one in need
This is how my heart seems to feed
Wiping a tear from a soulful heart
Helps keep me from falling apart
If my life has not been in vain
Why then do I suffer this pain
I am still lost on this planet we call earth
Why have I been this way since birth
Edward J. Ebbs - Spring 2006
“Act of God”
Past all understanding somewhere deep within,
A desperate need to realize something must begin,
Can't touch it with your finger, you must sense it with your heart
Life’s lessons take a lifetime few chosen vessels start.
To comprehend forgiveness, to feel mercy fall like rain,
Could never live within us had we not suffered pain.
Took a lifetime to discover, so long to understand
LOVE is the only act of GOD that we can do as man.
So love without abandon, just give and never ask
Be free from fear forevermore, discard the stifling mask
That keeps you from your destiny, that robs you of your peace,
God made you such a lovely soul, when will that self doubt cease?
Fear tells you you must keep it, Gods shows you… give it all
Your choice to live with open hearts one ransomed from the fall
Truth calls for you to hold her and embrace her child named Joy,
Hear these words, oh dear one please, my broken heart implores
To look into the cosmic mirror, find Christ in one's own soul
To hear these distant longings, see life’s mysteries unfold
Behold the love unseen; hear the whispers of one's heart
To gain true treasure sought of kings...now's the only time to start.
Lawrence Schrank and Caron Balman
( the 30 year poem)
How many years now has it been – maybe fifty-seven?
We’ve traveled down some pleasant roads, on our way to Heaven.
We’ve looked into each other’s eyes – seen both joy and despair.
We’ve wondered how we’d make it when resources were not there.
In looking back to find just how this love of ours began
I believe it is controlled by some divine master plan.
I believe if God does not exist there’d be no you and me.
And all this time together would be less than destiny.
I know that my redeemer lives – God’s word tells me so –
He sent you as a soul mate as through this life I go.
He knew there would be obstacles; I know He put some there
To determine if we’d solve them with the mighty gift of prayer.
I believe the lesson we have learned in traveling down life’s road
Is to bring our troubles to Him to lighten up the load.
We realize that we’ve been blessed sharing time together here
Still one decision faces us --- Shall we try for one more year?
Written for my wife on the occasion of our 57th…12/21/12 … Let’s go again Darlin’…. John Posey
The first murderer in human history
Copyright © 2013
Politicians' greed seems to hover
Over our lives, a simmering cover
Separation of Church and State?
Satan planned mankind's fate
As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
Over their land like locusts do cover
The faithful do not fret what is hovering
By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering
Our leaders refuse to make a deal
When enthralled by Satan's Will
Politics, and selfish greed
Failing our Nation's need
Obama-Care, a change that's fair
Or, struggling against Satan's lair?
But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
25 Sep 2013 - 8:13pm
She heard her feet fall on the dirt.
The echo caused her heart to hurt;
and though she held her head up high,
she chose her fate for love to lie.
No shame could steal her pride away.
Stern puritans would have her pay.
Her sin she wore upon her chest.
The scarlet A defined her best.
This brave woman named Hester Prynne
forgave herself of her past sin.
Paraded ‘round town openly
with babe in arms for all to see.
Daughter named Pearl, a gift from God.
She felt forgiven, strong yet flawed.
The town became her own prison;
the woods, her walls, absorbed love’s sin.
Her choice to stay and not to run,
she made that day in light of sun.
She'd never give the elders power
beyond penance of bridled hour.
She wore her "A" dutifully,
then laid with love eternally.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
For Giorgio's Iambic Verse - Recite and Analyze A Fictional Event, 2/15/15
*written in iambic tetrameter, couplet rhyme scheme.
Event analyzed- When Hester Prynne is publically shamed and given her Scarlet Letter.
Third Glorious Mystery
The descent of the Eternal Holy Spirit
On the day I was born a band of demons rejoiced in hell.
Under Satan's spell, I grew into a man with an empty shell.
Darkness still hangs over me like a stormy black cloud.
I thrive on violence, and silence can often be so loud!
I enjoy the smell of decomposed skin, and the taste of afterbirth!
My energy is fueled by my sin and I've come to terrorize earth!
Many angelic beings have tried to put an end, an end to my demonic crime.
My foes can't seem to comprehend how I travel back through time.
I've worn the crown of destruction, and I continue to conquer the lands.
Without bloodshed I can't function, so I need blood to drip from my hands!
I bathe in hell's flames, and bargain for souls by fulfilling peoples fantasies.
I am called many names, but Antichrist is what the Bible has labeled me!
Soon I'll unite the world's governments, and put my face on all currency.
The mass media will be my instruments, and I'll have the world fooled to believe in
I'll have all people under my control, and flood the world with sex and drugs like
I'm determined to win every soul, for that is my goal, and I'll hold all the answers!!
Saul or St. Paul went to the Witch of Endor
To get her to conjure up Samuel from the dead.
True joy is to hold a newborn child
Their God's gift to make you smile
you'll never find more earthly worth
then two souls joining who give birth
Grandpa's pride and Grandma's idle
for these new parents it's their child
To hold, love, teach, nurture and guide
They do it all with a smile and pride
All of the fear, worry, happiness and joy
Unequaled by any store bought toy
The richest people, you'll see around
Are playing with children on the ground
Long life, for a child, to breath earths fresh air
Hear the echo, as all repeat the same prayer
Contest entry for "Children in rhtme"
Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands.
One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans.
To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised.
This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise.
They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made.
With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed.
Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air
Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer
I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request
Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request
That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life
Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife
According to the Bible
Satan is the prince of the air
The prophet Zechariah foretold
Jesus or Father Christ would be sold for 30 pieces of silver
Eternal life begins with baptism
It continues through death and have no end
Psalm 22 foretells the crucifixion of Jesus or Father Christ
And lots would be cast for his clothes.