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Mary Magdalene

One summer eve in Galilee
I stood before my open door;
To me it seemed just one more night--
Like all the others gone before.
Someone would come and, passing by,
Would hear the tinkling of the bells,
Would see the garish harlot's robe
And painted eyes beneath my veil.
Someone, a man like all the rest--
It did not matter much to me--
A nobleman, Samaritan,
A Roman or a Pharisee,
Someone would pause and with one glance
Strip me again of maiden pride,
And leaving, later, never know
The shame and shattered dreams I hide.
O, he would think me very gay;
He would not see my hollow heart
Nor hear me curse him for his pay.
T was then I saw a band of men
Approaching down the narrow road;
There should be one among that crowd
Who wants the favors I bestow.
Kind eyes met mine, and with one look,
He saw what others could not see;
He saw the hunger of my soul,
My loneliness and misery.

I only know that since that day
I live to walk along with Him.
His look of love has changed my life;
I need not sell my love again.
Tonight He sups at Simon's house__
All day the dusty paths we roamed;
But, still he waits, unwashed, unkissed;
Small courtesies no one has shown.
My love for Him! It rolls and swells
Till from His side I cannot stay;
I'll wash His feet with tears of love
And with my hair wipe them away.


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FATAL ATTRACTION

FATAL ATTRACTION
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His lucent light illumines her eyes
His face outshines the sun
His ethereal beauty unveils the skies
Her vibrant vision swiftly succumbs

Her silenced tongue, his intimate touch
His intangible hands sliding/slithering
Spiraling down with a gentle glide
Her body cold and shivering 

His fiery eyes ignite a flame
Her attention he gains as she stares
Their lips entwine, his blissful rapture
Devours her heart from cares

Encapsulated, she can't escape
He clutches her in his arms
Her safe haven, her wedded love
His pearl preserved from harm

Her beating heart, a decelerate speed
Her aperture devoid of breath
His succulent waters drown her tongue
Compelling her closer to death

Solitary seclusion, her world in diffusion
Subverts her mind, subtracts her understanding
He gains her trust, thrusting utter confusion
Rest assuring her of a safe landing

She drowns herself to ceaseless sleep
In his grasp from detouring distractions
At her beauteous site, he rejoices and weeps
Absorbed in her FATAL ATTRACTION


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SHAKEN BUT NOT BROKEN

 
FROM THE MOMENT THAT SHE MET HIM 
SHE WAS AWESTRUCK!!! 
HE HAD THE WORDS, HE HAD THE CLOTHES, HE HAD THE LOOK 
HE HAD THIS SMOOTH, UNCANNY WAY 
THAT EASED HIM RIGHT THROUGH HER DEFENSES 
THAT LEFT HER DANGLING, HELPLESS...FROM HIS HOOK 
SHE WAS A CHRISTIAN WOMAN, AND 
SHE MINISTERED IN CHURCH 
HAD NEVER KNOWN A MAN LIKE THIS BEFORE 
A MAN WHO KNEW THE BIBLE 
EVERY CHAPTER...EVERY VERSE 
A CHARISMA, SHE FOUND TOO HARD TO IGNORE 
HE DATED HER THE CHRISTIAN WAY 
SHE MET HIS FAMILY 
THIS HUMAN BROOM, WHO SWEPT HER OFF HER FEET 
RESISTING EVERY SEXUAL URGE 
UNTIL THEIR WEDDING NIGHT 
BUT ON THAT NIGHT, HE TOOK HER, HOT, AND SWEET 
HER SPIRIT KNEW, BEFORE HER "MIND" CAUGHT ON 
SOMETHING HAD CHANGED 
A HORROR UNEXPLAINED HAD GRIPPED HER SOUL 
THIS CHRISTIAN MAN SHE MARRIED 
HAD TURNED OUT TO BE A DEMON 
AND HER COMPLETE DESTRUCTION, WAS HIS GOAL 
WITH COLD METHODIC PURPOSE 
HE HAD PLANNED HIS WIFE'S DEMISE 
HE GAVE HER AIDS, AND THOUGHT HER FATE WAS SEALED 
SHE WAS SHAKEN, BUT NOT BROKEN 
AND WITH STEADFAST FAITH, SHE SHOUTED... 
"THANK YOU JESUS! BY HIS STRIPES, I'M HEALED!!! 
HE HAD COME TO CHURCH TO FIND A SAINT 
WHOSE LIFE HE COULD DESTROY 
THE DEVIL WRAPPED, IN CHRISTIAN MALE ATTIRE 
HE GOT IN THROUGH HER EGO 
AND DESIRE TO BE LOVED 
BUT OH PRAISE GOD, THE DEVIL IS A LIAR 
THE LESSON HERE, THE DEVIL 
GOES TO CHURCH AS MUCH AS YOU DO 
DELIGHTING IN DESTRUCTION OF THE FLOCK 
AND SHOULD YOU FIND YOURSELF A TARGET 
OF HIS DEADLY PURPOSE 
REMEMBER, ALWAYS...JESUS, IS YOUR ROCK! 

AMEN! 


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Hostile Times II

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.


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Internet Angel

	One day
Social Worker came
Said, received a call about me
Reported someone harassing me
Answered, worry not, “I’m fine”
[Eternal] God’s taking care of me.

Couple of days
Police detective came, Katie
Interviewed me
Took a copy of Cris picture
Even his son’s picture
Very worried
Brought 2 Social Workers
I took a test, told them the truth
She said, “Oh…He got scammed”
Told them not to worry,” I’m fine”
Said depending with test result
They’ll contact me
Never heard from them ‘til now
Told them “Father Christ got my back”


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THE SEARCHING HEART

I look through the crystal waters
Running through the quiet woods
Walking along the shores
In search of the man from Galilee

I asked the wind, where it had driven him
I asked the storm, did you strike him
I asked the mad man, did you hurt him
I asked the centurion, have you killed him 

None answered, but with a sigh they shunned me
I went to the caves, where he spent his nights
I went to the temple, where he taught
I went to the praetorium, where they judged him
I went to the Pharisee, to seek to see him but they said
He was the fee for the fees of the deeds of the seeds like the sand of the sea

I run after him as they pushed him through the streets
His mother and brethren were wallowing in tears
With few words, he comforted them
I followed with my mind, but now my heart yearns after him
The hands of men took him to Golgotha and
Finally I found him on the cross
And I knew it was for my sake he hanged 

I left in tears, hearing tearings in the temple 
I asked the disciple, where they laid him
I asked the guards, where they kept him
I asked the gardener, if he can show me
But the angel asked me, why seek him here

Where else, who else, and why ask, I said
But the voice that answered was still, small and peaceful
Like the voice of the shepherd, when he grazed us
He asked me, why I weep and comforted me
He said to me; you are free; you are saved; you are mine
Then together we worshipped as he disappeared in our eye
To where, some asked
In your hearts he answered
I found the dead Jesus, alive in my heart and he lives forever.


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Do not kill

Reading a book, the war between
Saladin and Richard the lion hearted 
their battle went into Allepo
checking Allepo on the web
I found them still at war

Yet how stupid are we 
one thousand years 
and we have learned, nothing
we still fight we still kill
nothing has changed.

Talking with friends 
she said they kill because 
the worlds overpopulated
she said that it's wrong
God gave you the child

to me it's wrong because 
we should not kill
God gave us a brain
with the ability to think
a brain to solve our problems

If you drive a car
around a corner at one hundred
don't blame God for the accident
If the world's overpopulated 
have less kids, do not kill the ones you have.




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ON THE LONELY STREET

Lonely slowly solely I trailed on a street
I looked back, forward, left and right and there was no one to greet
The street was narrow, long and seems to have no end
Very scary, I trembled, so I called my big brother Ken
I shouted his name, shouted and shouted without taking a pause
My voice only goes, multiplies and bounces back, with no response

Very tired, frustrated and hungry, so I leaned beside a tree
I plucked some fruits, just to quench my stomach’s plea
But hungrier than I, was the lion standing not far from me
It roared and swung its tail looking at me
“An already-made meal, how sweet” It said and smiled at me
“Oh father, make me not its daily bread” I prayed and planned to flee

My feet was not glued, so I asked it to hurry to flee
How fast I ran, I don’t think I can even give you a clue
The lion followed me angrily as I ran and pant on the road
I was tired but could not afford to assume a resting mode
I almost gave up but saw a tree I felt I could climb
It could be a nice rescue so I doubled my steps to climb


Voila! There I was and the lion could only stand to watch
I smiled back at it, as I searched for a better place to lodge
But there was none, as the tree owner seemed not to be happy with me
The cobra raised its flattened head, ready to pounce on me
I was much scared, confused so I felt the urge to pee
I said my last prayer to God, thanking Him for what He has done for me

The cobra jumped at me but unluckily fell in the neck of the lion
It fought the lion and I could only referee to crown the champion
Poor cobra lost the fight and the lion devoured its whole length
But the king of the jungle couldn’t withstand for long, the venom of the cobra
A voice then spoke to my heart, after the hungry lion’s departure
“Fear not my son, even in the valley of the shadow of death”


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We Live

We live our life like a lie.
Never true to ourselves nor to others.
We live our life as a dream.
Never seen but is believed.
We live our life in disbelief
Never thought nor achieved.

We live our life as though it was all but a dream.
Believing that everything is not what it seems.
Taking what's for granted and not knowing what it means.
Living in this Great Society far beyond belief.
We live our life in all this trouble an grief.
Plagued by a disease that shall not be deceived.
Taking our life's an burying them with all that we believe.
Living as though our very souls have begun to weep.
We live our life to its fullest as though there's never an end.
Enjoying the life that we do have and to be forgiven for our sin.

We live our life as we believe.
Always true to those and others.
We live our life as a whole.
Always taking what we get.
We live our life as a belief.
Always in faith and God


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A Tale of Two Lady Bugs

Once upon a time there were two ladybugs. One’s name was Hilga and the other’s name was Helga. Hilga and Helga took turns swinging on a swing! Hilga pushed Helga so high on the swing that she pushed her all the way up to the third heaven and she fell upon Jesus’s lap on his throne. Jesus picked up the dear child and had to send her back down, so he called for a chariot to escort her back down to the swing set. Once they arrived, Hilga asked Helga, “Where in the world have you been?” Helga answered, “You pushed me so high on the swing that you sent me to heaven!” Hilga replied, “Why in the bloomin’ world did you come back down here?” Helga said, “Now it’s your turn to sit on the lap of Jesus and get a free chariot escort!” So Hilga and Helga for the remainder of the afternoon took turns entertaining themselves and entertaining the angels. It was a day filled with complete bliss! It was also a day that Jesus and the angels enjoyed as well. What is the moral to this story, you ask? Be filled with childlike joy. Yes, let the joy of the Lord be your strength and let the light of your heavenly Father illuminate your eyes and your heart. Remember this cute little lady bug story and how much fun it is to play and entertain Jesus and his angels! 


Psalm 28:7 The Lord is my strength and shield. I trust him with all my heart. He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving.

Written by Gwendolen Rix 
Inspired by the Holy Spirit
5-19-14


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The Empty Rib Slot

Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks!

The Empty Rib Slot I think I might have A perfect checklist Highlights from men Gathered now missed Yes special highlights Each man carried some Now added to my checklist For a guy having it all in one This could be the key to find The man I’m dreaming of Not with bits and pieces One filled full of love A man made for me No it would be not I should fit perfectly Into an empty rib slot Let me share this list With every one of you Then decide for yourself If it could possibly be true My first check comes from This guy with dreamy eyes He deeply touched my soul Way more than ever realized He even had a special smile That made you want to grin No matter if life was down He encouraged me to win There was the big hugger With squeezes oh so tight He lifted me off the floor Like if I was taking flight He never did grow tired Of giving me those hugs I never had to ask for them He always did it out of love Then there was the dancer He stayed light on his feet He loved dancing with me Carrying rhythm and a beat Now of course on this list There certainly has to be That best friend I count on Who can also count on me I am even going to count The good points of quality Generated from my brothers And even from my daddy From them they all carry A very good temperament Always being so easy going Not looking for an argument When I am nestled in that slot With a perfect feel of passion All of his glory will then shine As it eludes from my reflection The most important one of all He who shares a spiritual side Being spiritually open with me Not allowing his beliefs to hide I know how this all may sound Like a crazy thing that I’ve got I want the man I fit snuggly with When I match his empty rib slot Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Purpose we are on earth

We are on earth to know To love Eternal God To do good according to His will And to go someday in heaven Human being means to come from Eternal God To go back to Eternal God The Truth is Our origins goes back farther than our parents Our parents are Eternal God’s tool For us to be on earth Sometimes we feel our Creator is near Sometimes we feel nothing at all So that we might find the way home Eternal God sent His Eternal Son Who freed us from sin Save us from the Eternal Father’s world destruction Eternal God, wanted to destroy the world Depressed People He created were sinning Eternal Son stopped Him Eternal Father is Yahweh Means “I AM” Eternal Son is Jesus Christ He is the Highest Priest of the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church We call Catholic priest, father Represent Father Christ He is the Highest Priest The Eternal Father is in Him Jesus Christ is Father Christ He is the way The Truth The Life 4092013


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THE SAVIOR

MY ALL IN ALL

MY EVERYTHING

MY ROCK.

THE ONE WHO KEEPS ME SANE.

THE ONE WHO GIVES ME STRENGTH.

HE IS MY LORD, MY SAVIOR, THE MESSIAH.

THE ONE WHO SPEAKS TO ME THE ONE WHO TOUCHES MY HEART.

THE ONE WHO DIED ON THE CROSS FOR MY SINS.

THE ONE WHO SET AN EXAMPLE FOR ALL FUTURE CHRISTIANS.

A TEACHER OF ALL TEACHERS AND A MOTIVATIONAL SPEAKERS OF THEM ALL.

HIS NAME IS JESUS AND HE IS MY SAVIOR.


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The Carpenter

The Galilean sun smiled down
Upon the dusty little town
And lingered o'er one humble spot,
A peasant's home and modest shop.
Long shafts of light fell 'cross the door
To lay bright carpets on the floor
Where children played in perfect peace
About the shop. Their joy increased
Each time they caught a glimpse of Him,
The carpenter who worked within.

His face was gentle, eyes were kind;
And  as He worked, He did not mind
Their ceaseless chatter, endless play
Nor did He find them in His way.
Their laughter rippled round the room;
They scattered sawdust with a broom.
The woodchips falling at His feet
Became for them a fishing fleet
Or beds and chairs for little dolls,
A manger or a cattle stall.

Surrounded by the commonplace;
And yet, uncommon was the grace
With which He faced each daily task
As if all Heav'n lay in His grasp.
A carpenter He was by trade;
The wood responded, unafraid.
Beneath His hands each piece was formed
Into an object to perform
Some deed of usefulness or skill,
The needs of men to fitly fill.

Precise He was in all His craft
From oxen yoke to shepherd's staff
To couches for a nobleman;
He was a careful artisan.
Each part was polished, sanded, ground;
No painful splinters could be found
To pierce the flesh of those who bought
The items fashioned in His ship.
There wood was sacrificed for man
Beneath its own Creator's hands.

Does it seem strange that He would die,
Suspended between earth and sky,
Upon two rugged beams of wood,
This carpenter whose work was good?


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Final Plea

Inspired by the untimely deaths of young people I knew. RIP


In a dream, tonight would be my last

and I demanded to talk to God.

Of all the things I've gotten past,

to go now seemed so odd.

"You've taken all my friends you see

and now you want me, too?

Unlike one who pretends to be

I've always honored you."

Those sinners who outlive me still,

all I have to ask is how?

It mad me question His very will.

Why take a good man now?

But God just sat and let me rave

on and on about my worth

and why I didn't need a grave,

but rather eternity here on earth.

Pride let my voice be rather loud.

He never said a word.

I told of deeds that made me proud

and good things that I'd heard.

And when I tired He simply said,

"No doubt your life's been good.

But many younger are now dead

and their legacy simply would

be the song that is never sung,

no children call them dad.

for they came to me so very young

and left the world confused and sad.

Yet now your time has come as well

and selfish thoughts are all I hear?

Your life was full and I can tell

it's really death you fear.

Just remember that you have no choice,

for you all will one day die.

Be strong and with a humble voice

tell loved ones they can cry."

And in that moment I knew a peace,

and I felt a tear well up inside.

That most feared was now the least

as my selfish motives died.


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I AM

I am an ocean of joy
Vast, resounding, glorious beauty
Rolling in melody upon melody of celebration
Swaying to the rhythm of treasured memories
I am depth,  I am might, I am alive
Once my tide was filled
With the laughter of a child
So pictures pirouetted like mists
On the shore of my mind
That world is now sucked in by time
And as I count the years
It is with a grateful heart
For as before and always
The life before and behind
Has always been to my eye
A great adventure
So I pray for tomorrow
That I will cradle still
The dream filled
With sweetest bliss.                               – (Trinity Chasara 07/11/14)


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Curiosity

Juliet would stare out the window
Hypnotized by a distant old tree
That had grown in the land;
She gave a command to soothe her curiosity;
We’d leave the castle’s safety
To journey to the old tree.
 
I aired my opinion though it wasn’t my dominion;
I promised to protect milady and her baby,
Although it was a waste of time for anyone of sound mind;
The castle a strange thing to leave behind in all its beauty,
Still, Juliet readied the baby accordingly.
 
We stepped onto the step shaped like a half-moon,
Left the castle and eventually arrived at the tree,
Milady lost her fascination when we arrived at the destination,
She conceded a misplaced temptation and turned promptly;
She decided to head to the west castle door for a change of scenery,
Since we'd left from the east castle door originally.
 
I lead the excursion for milady and her baby,
We neared the step to the castle when suddenly
I was in quicksand up to my neck; I reached up for the step,
Turned my head in regret to see Juliet and the baby
Drowning in the sand helplessly;
Then an arm reached up and seized me.
 
I had to ask milady, “Where is you baby?”
I believed she’d let her go selfishly;
“Milady, go down in the sand once more and get your newborn,”
Although she looked torn, she dove in the sand sacrificially.
Time seemed to stop, I could not see anybody,
but then I reached down and they emerged victoriously.
 
We listened as the baby wept,
We smiled and laughed sheepishly,
The doors opened to a beautiful sight—an outpouring of warm familiar light,
Her staff greeted her happily,
Everyone went about their tasks busily,
Synchronously smiling cheerfully.
 
Juliet insisted that I make a sign,
To lean at the door for all to see,
So I asked if anyone would lend me a pen.
I could find none although I tried mercilessly,
A woman pointed to a staircase behind me,
“Have you asked the man upstairs where one could be?”
 
I went up the stairs and found a man there;
I told him what I was seeking; he smiled incessantly;
He filled my request with kindness and respect;
I wished him the best and thanked him graciously;
I returned down the stairs expediently
And wrote the sign very clearly.
 
No one seemed concerned about what we’d learned,
That Juliet nearly met death along with her baby;
So I took up the pen and began to write again;
I started to write this poem that all could read it personally;
If you live with cheerful people in safety,
Avoid the temptation to stray from it—especially to settle mere curiosity.


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A Tulip

“It’s so hard to bloom only once.”  The small yellow tulip was depressed.  Her beautiful bloom had faded for the year.  The green stem would stand stalwart and straight for a few weeks, but then it too would wither away until next Spring. 
Through the long hot Summer, she would sleep and grow underground.  Fall would be refreshing and Winter confining, but come next Spring, she would burst forth again.  
Perhaps through the last snow she would raise her lovely head.  After the gray bleakness of Winter, she would bring that eternal hope of Spring and God’s bounty of Summer.  She could feel in the very center of her bulb, life itself beginning to stir.  
The small green center was pushing upward every day.  Somehow, it seemed harder this year.  The cold ground resisted desperately as though some awful happening was holding back the glory of Spring.  As hard as she tried, she could not break into the light.  Then, the earth shook violently and the rocks split wide open.  She was frightened now, afraid to exert her energies.  Perhaps in a day or two she would try again.  She rested for now.  
But within just days, the earth seemed to soften and she made one final thrust upward.  As she burst forth into the light, she felt the trembling of the earth.  The sun was just beginning to shine in the east, and a glory she had never seen before enveloped her.  A large stone within the garden was being moved by an unseen hand.  As it moved to the side, her Creator stepped from the dreadful tomb.  His face was dazzling, brighter than the sun.  His clothes shimmered like the stars of Heaven.  As He walked from the dismal place, the earth began to warm to His presence.  Just a few steps and He looked down at the beautiful flower with her petals upraised in praise.  He gently broke the stem and lifted the bloom to His face.  “You are so lovely,” he spoke softly, “I will take you with me to My Father’s House.  I will display you as a symbol of my victory over death!”  The tulip smiled and thought to herself, “It’s not so bad to bloom only once, especially if it’s for all eternity.”  


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Why Church is called Catholic

Church is a she Bride of Father Christ Church is Catholic Church is people Catholic related to the whole Greek kat’holon Father Christ called Profess whole faith Preserve all Sacraments To administer To proclaim Good News Sent her to all nations (YOUCAT) 4092013


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A River Runs Through It

In Isaiah 66:12 God is speaking about Israel in the last days, For thus saith the LORD, Behold, I will extend peace to her like a river.

A few thoughts about rivers:
They can bring life and fertility into an area.
They can be calm and peaceful.
They can be raging and destructive.
They can be deep or shallow.

Since God is speaking about being good to Israel, I think we can rule out the destructive characteristics.  

In younger days, we spent several vacations at a water-park where they had a water ride called, The Lazy River.   I really enjoyed floating down this quiet waterway on an inner tube.  It was really relaxing.

I believe this is what God has in mind for His chosen nation (and
His church as well).  A peace that flows deep and fertile, bringing 
life and joy to everything it touches.

Rev 22:1-2
(1)  And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.
(2)  In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.

Today there is a river of life called The Holy Spirit.  It is sent from
 the Father to bring peace, strength, encouragement and 
knowledge to the believer in Jesus Christ.  That, and much more, 
can be ours today if we simply yield to the grace of God in our 
lives.  God wants his children to be powerful and victorious in 
living for Him.   You really don’t think God wants you to live a 
wimpy spiritual life do you?    

Christ said He would send this Gift from His Father, another 
Comforter to live within us.  Surely you’re not going to 
refuse a Gift that has been promised to each of us?  We cannot 
live a strong Christian life without the indwelling power of the 
Holy Spirit.  We are saved totally by the grace of God, and filled 
with the fruits of the Spirit only as we yield to this Third Person 
of the Trinity.  He is the power of God living through us.

I’m very sorry, but you will never make it through your own 
efforts, so you may as well quit trying.  Every Christian 
needs to yield to the Holy Spirit – invite Him into our hearts to be 
our strength like a river; to be our knowledge beyond human 
intellect; to be our deep flowing energy beyond human 
endurance; to be our PEACE OF GOD.

And yes, we can have peace in the midst of this world’s chaos.  
It’s not gritting your teeth or making a determined effort, it’s 
simply yielding to God’s Gift and allowing Him to live through us.  
Not our will, but His will.  You can’t do that without supernatural 
help.

YOU NEED THE HOLY SPIRIT!  
GOD WANTS TO GIVE THIS GIFT TO YOU TODAY!

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
			Horatio G. Spafford©


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Mother Marys motherhood

The Church cannot forget her mission
Was made possible by the Motherhood of Mother Mary
Who conceived and bore a Son
Who is God from Eternal God
True Eternal God from True Eternal God

Mother Mary is truly the Mother of Lord Eternal God
Whose motherhood as the vocation to motherhood
Bestowed by Eternal God on every man raised to its highest level
Thus, Mother Mary becomes the mother of the Church and to be New Mama Eve
The mother of believers, the mother of the living
4202013


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muslims and christians clashes

Muslims and christians clashes,  the worst sectarian violence!
Therefore I urge christians and muslim to readjust their neighbourliness, 
and friendliness to receive reconcilliation approval from the powers above!


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Prelude

The little hand lay open in his mother's palm;
Large tears washed streaks of white across two dirty cheeks.
His soft, dark eyes were wide with innocence and pain,
And small, trembling lips found it difficult to speak.

She held him close and wiped the spot of blood away
And applied to the injury a bit of balm.
"Now, don't cry; a carpenter often hurts his hands.
All will be well. Shall Mama sing to you a psalm?"

The child's sobs hushed; all around the house grew still
Save for the sound of Joseph's tools against the wood.
"Sing the shepherd's psalm, Mama; sing of the way through
Death's shadowed valley and the Shepherd who is good."

Mary pressed his rosy cheek closer to her breast;
Her eyes welled up with stinging tears; her face grew pale.
She held the little injured hand and knew not why
She trembled so at the imprint of one small nail.


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Midnight at Blackfriars

Midnight at Blackfriars 
  
The city spires are hidden, 
It’s getting colder fast, 
It feels as though we might have 
Some snow this month at last. 
The wind sweeps keenly through St. Giles(1) 
The hour is getting late. 
Fleeting forms across the scene, 
Are making for the gate. 
  
December is upon us, 
The year is wearing thin, 
Parishioners from town and gown 
Now are gathering in.  
Rosy cheeks are shining, 
There’s a spirit of good will, 
We’re coming in for Midnight Mass 
The Christmas Eve Vigil. 
  
Forgotten is the riot  
Of Saint Scholastic’s Day,(2) 
To celebrate the Savior’s birth, 
We worship now and pray. 
Conjoining with the acolytes 
Dressed in cassock’s white, 
We’re caroling together, 
Upon the holy night. 
  
A gallant in best evening wear, 
Bow tie and cummerbund, 
And a high-heeled damsel on his arm, 
Is down from Summertown. 
A staff nurse from the Radcliffe,(3)  
Whose shift was at an end, 
Was seated close beside them 
Clutching at her friend. 
  
There the widow all in black, 
Who cleans the votive stands, 
Holds her missal open 
With stubby fingered hands. 
She blends with the congregants, 
Ignoring the celebs,  
And is back up for the service 
From somewhere in St. Ebbs.(4) 
  
A student in thick sweaters 
And ragged scarf of grey 
Is seated on the furthest aisle 
Hair all in disarray. 
Across the nave the prayer chairs, 
Range back in their rows, 
Filling up with congregants 
In coats and gloves and throws. 
  
In from the rear the friars process 
With candles all aglow, 
Up the side aisle to the chancel, 
Caroling as they go. 
Above their heads upon the walls 
Are stations of the cross, 
Reminders set in stark relief 
Of this night’s final cost. 
  
We see the prior in chasuble 
For the apse proceeding, 
To celebrate communion 
And give the sacred reading. 
The greatest story ever told 
Unfolds with familiar ring 
Filling our hearts with the promise 
Of Christ the new born king. 
  
Then with the service over, 
We make for the hall below, 
Where cocoa and mince pies and sherry 
Are served before we go.  
Outside the snow is dusting  
The chained bikes in the Fair, 
Contented now we homeward fade 
Through the Christmas air. 


(1)Saint Giles Fair - Convergence of the Banbury and Woodstock Roads in Oxford extending south the Magdalen Street by Martyrs Memorial.

(2) The St Scholastica Day riot of 10 February 1355

(3) Radcliffe Infirmary - The first Oxford Hospital 

(4) St Ebbes is a district of central Oxford, England,


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Why Church called Catholic

Church is a she Bride of Father Christ Church is Catholic Church is people Catholic related to the whole Greek kat’holon Father Christ called Profess whole faith Preserve all Sacraments To administer To proclaim Good News Sent her to all nations (YOUCAT) 4092013


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Church View Other Religions

Church view other religions Church respects other religions That is good and true She respects and promotes freedom of religion Human right Effect of the Truth will be seen later She knows Father Christ, sole redeemer of mankind He alone is “the way, the truth and the life” ([St.] Jn 14 : 6) (YOUCAT) 4092013


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A Lover's Letter - Part 1 of 4

(Canticles/The Song of Solomon / 2 Tim. 3: 16* / Ps. 33: 5
Ps. 37: 28 / Ps. 97: 10 / 2 Chron. 20: 7 / Isa. 54: 5
Deut. 7: 8 / Gen. 1: 1 / John 1: 1, 14, 18 / Ps. 83: 18)

May Liquid Lava Drip and Pool
From This Pen Tonight
As This Lover’s Letter I Have Longed
To Express To You and Write

May Lightning Rods Fuse On These Pages
To Enlighten and Ignite
Words, That Are As Clear As Bells
… as Clear As Black and White

… and Impart Good News
That Encourage and Excite
And Enthuse You With Joy
Like Wind Thru Tree Leaves Incite

And Bring Forth Your Smile
That Resembles Starry Sights
As I Reply and Verify
That All Will Be Alright
For Love Proceeds and Aligns
Just Like A Butterfly Alights …

So Like Blossoms Spread
On Silken Sheets Invite
May This Letter Convey
My Emotions Intense-Felt Might

And Reach You By Moon
Or On The Morrow’s Dawn Light
This Letter Being Sent
With All Hopes Bright
With The Eagerness of Swift Eagles
Focused In-Flight …

While At Present, Being Apart –
To You Seems Not So Clear
And Yes, A Generation of Youth
Ages In A Few Spent Years

But A Generation of Love
Will Not Disappear
For Our Love Will Generate
Power Strong and Secure
(Luke 21: 31, 32*, 33)

For Even Away … In Our Hearts
We Are Ever Near
And For Each Written Word
I Whisper For You To Hear …

For I Want You To Know
I Hold You Cherished, Dear
And I Will Not Forget You …
So Have No Fear …

Have No Fear … For There Is Not
Even To Compare Another
Our Bond Is Unique Like Fingerprints
& Snowflakes, Ocean Waves & Thunders
This, I Speak In Truth To You …
For I Am Your One-True-Lover

So Any Doubts, Lack of Faith
Or Infidelity – Please Smother
While We Are Absent …
One From The Other
(Gen. 31: 49)

There Is A War Raging On
Outside of Your Protected Walls
There Is A Battle Being Fought
Outside of Your Castle’s Halls
So I Need You To Be Brave
I Need You To Stand Tall …

For I Will Return For You
Victorious and All …
And There Is No Chance of Failure
To Make Me Slip-Away or Stall

With This Letter I Want You To Feel
Assured and Also My Touch
… Feel It Like A Soft Breeze
Raindrops, Sunshine and Such
For Our Intimacy Is A Purity
and No Need To Blush

We’ve Shared Secrets and Sacred Events
and Significant Times So Much
We’ve Even Shared Thru Sorrows
… and Neither of Us Gave Up …

And I Can Barely Wait To See You;
To Be Close As Face To Face
and Look Into Your Watchful Eyes
That So Beautifully Gaze
… and To Lift You Gently Up
Like A Black Swan Being Raised
(The Song of Solomon 1: 5)

(Part 1 of 4)


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For You

For you I’ll plant this tree 
Upon the ground that you’ve walked
There to grow and shade and feed
The friends that you’ve made.
May this tree bear sweet fruit 
Found only in this place 
Where others will come to learn of you
And benefit from your grace. 
For you I’ll tend this field 
Filled with bounteous food
For which you labored many years 
Through endless droughts 
And lonely tears. 
May this food feed the hungry 
Enriching many lives
To give their best,
And to the many hopeless, rest.  
For you I’ll repair this barn 
Mending every nail, painting planks, 
Cleaning tanks, and stacking each bail. 
Here you toiled in the heat 
With aching blisters 
On your hands and feet.
May this barn shelter the homeless,
The lonely and oppressed 
Where broken lives are mended
With loving kindness. 
For you I’ll guard this house 
Protecting every treasure
From the thieves of night 
And the sun’s light.
The lessons that you taught me 
Shine brighter than gold; 
They neither rust nor fade 
Nor tarnish when old.
May this treasure be spent 
To cultivate minds
To burn brighter than the luster
That money finds.
For you I’ll tend this grave 
Cleaning off your stone,
Trimming the grass 
And plucking the weeds 
That have grown.
How quiet it is here among so many trees
Like the leaves that have fallen
You’re honored among these.
May this grave beneath the soil 
Remind us of our Lord 
That death has been conquered,
And life to all has been restored.
For you I’ll shed these tears 
And mourn you for my loss,
Yet, through the haze of disbelief 
I see an empty cross.
May these tears be fruitful 
And water with my love
The tree that I just planted 
For my father, now above.
  


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Love's Enduring Joy

A woman sits alone starring into a frigid,
Wind-swept snow through a frosted window
Moistened by her breath.

Deeply she breathes with melodious ease
Preoccupied by the moment, 
Unaware and too upset to care. 
  
Eyes desolate, glowering in disbelief  
Stare into a realm of her own making
Forlorn, untouchable, inconsolable. 

Tightly she grasps a woven blanket  
Upon her legs draping, swaying
Above the floor. 

The odor of burnt wood pervades the air; 
From a hearth the crackle of embers  
Echo through a shrouding silence.

From among the shadows a young girl 
Steps forth; stopping, gently touching
The woman’s arm as she whispers
Into her ear.

The eyes of the woman awoke,
Surprised by the young child 
As they tenderly embraced;
Tears laden with joy flowed
Down her weary face.

Together, yet apart the child
Said nothing as she took one step back
Into the dark.
 
“I love you mother” the child said
As she disappeared into the silence.
 


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A Lover's Letter - Part 4 of 4

I Send This Letter, Like A Message
Drumming Like Earth’s Hearts-Tribal
It Is A Lover’s Letter To You
Sent Like A Heaven-Sent Bible
Filled With Love –Just Like A Bible

My Lovely One –I Know Its Been Hard
During Our Separation
Its Like A Razor’s Blade
Steady Slicing At Our Relation

And You Told Me Last Time
About Someone’s Insinuations
But What We Feel
Is No Mere Infatuation
& What We Have Is No Fantasy Fabrication

For We Are Linked Together
Like A Throat and A Tongue
We Are As Joined Together
Like A Hand and Its Thumb

We Are United-Bound
In Love’s Spirit As One
& We Will Be Together
Like Sky and Sun
And My Lovely One
Only You Can Break This Bond

& Our Love Is Built On Mercy’s Monoliths
& Mutual Funds of Trust
Our Love Is Like Truth & Peace Treaties
If Filled With Lies & Suspicions –It Busts

And Even If You Should Die, My Lovely One
I Will Look For Your Dust
Because For The Pleasure of Your Company
I’ll Court You ‘Til You Are Conscious!
For The Pleasure of Your Company
Every Obstacle I Will Push!

For Love Is What Makes Life’s Pinnacle
Passionate, Joyous and Just
Our Love Is Like Time –It Exists
Whether We Slow It Down or Rush

Love Is Like A Steel Will
Or A Mountain Which Men Can’t Crush
& If Hours Are Ticking By Too Loud
May This Letter Make Them Hush
& My Lovely One –Don’t Let Anyone
Ever Come Between Us

My Lovely One –While Away From Me
Don’t Let Anyone Entice You
& If They Vie For Your Affections
Don’t Let Anyone Revise You

Tell Them To: “Go Away
Because I Don’t Recognize You!”
& Even Say: “My One-True-Lover
Did Not Authorize You!”

My Love … Your Sweet, Sweet Love
I’ve Never Taken For Granted
You Gave It To Me Freely
with No Ulterior Motives Demanded

And My Desire For You
Goes Beyond The Romantic …
The Way We Love –  Is A Rising
and Radiant Rite-of-Passage!

And I View Your Love As A Badge
& An Accolade-Advantage
for Over All My Rivals …
You Gave ‘Me’ Your Precious Package!

And You Entrusted Me
With All Your Worth To Manage
& I’ve Heard From Our Friends
You Repeat All My Advice Like An Adage
& That’s Why I Wrote So Much
In This Lover’s Message …

&So I End This Utmost
Fervent and Urgent Letter
Lovely, I Heartily Hope These Words
Help You To Feel Better

And I Send This Token Along …
A Comforting, Cashmere Blazer & Sweater
But I’m Coming Soon To Keep You Safe
In The Onset of Forecast-Troubled Weather
For I Can Hardly Wait
To Be Finally Together

Eternal Love –Everlasting Love
That Will Leave You, Never …


Written & ©:  6/8-19/2013
By: MoonBee


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Against Mother Marian Devotion

O Sweet Father Christ, do these people have Your spirit?
Do they please You in acting like this?
Does it please You, when for fear of displeasing You,
We neglect doing the greatest to please Your Mother? Who’s our mother as well

Does devotion to Your mother, delay devotion to Yourself?
Does she attribute to herself honor we pay her?
Is she a stranger has no connection to You?
Does it displease You when we try to please her?

Do we alienate ourselves from Your love by giving ourselves to honoring her?
Yet my Sweet Master, 
Greater learned not discourage to Your holy mother 
Even all that I have said were true

Therefore, they’ve been punished for their pride!
Keep me Lord, form their sentiments and practices
Please give me share sentiments of gratitude
Esteem, Respect and Love
You has in regard to Your Holy Mother
The more I imitate her, follow her
The more I may Love and Glorify You

As if up to this point
Still I said nothing in honor of Your holy Mother
 'Give me grace to praise You worthily,' 
In spite of all her enemies, who are Yours as well
Grant me say loudly with the saints 
'Let not that man believe to look for the mercy of Eternal God 
Who offends His holy Mother 


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Lilies Of The Field

Lilies in the field nearby 
Whisper to those who cry.
They give praise to empty graves 
And solace to souls now saved. 
The Seed of faith has sprouted, 
The Word of God has spread
To all who hear and hold quite near 
Our Lord’s baptismal shower. 
The path we tread 
Is strewn with bread 
To guide our way 
Through cloudy days of anxious dread. 
The narrow way 
From whence we stray 
Is never far from sight; 
Our Shepherd’s voice and outstretched hand 
Plucks us from the quickening sand. 
Reconciled to God,
Trusting in His grace we face, 
Another day another way 
To fall into contrition. 
Step forward in faith 
Across time and space 
With every breath proclaim His grace. 
Lilies in the field nearby
Whisper to those who cry.

Johann Myles
Spiritual


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deity

patience abound as i 
awaited your arrival again 
the tangible task 
a gathering of yellow panzie's 
blooming at my feet 
as night crawled under day 
the beast lie in his nature 
solace a sullen haste opened 
the sky while the ground rumbled
i'd wandered far off my path again 
seeking redemption a sigh of relief 
salvation a simple martyr 
sacrificed craving his will 
entering ancient territories 
mine eyes focused solely on his 
as blood rushed from his side 
his hands limped his feet 
bounded together by steal 
metal fragments wooden thorns 
pierce his skull in a moments glance 
bloody tears stained my blouse 
the beacon hue soars brightly over me 
trinity landed beside me whispering 
peace be with you


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In Order that You May Live With Me for All Eternity

In Order that You May Live With Me for All Eternity

On a cold dark night 
In a musty old stable
A King was born
He was not born with a crown
He did not wear any fancy designer labels
He was brought into the cold reality of this world with one purpose
He was sent here to set all mankind free
Free from the captivity of the evil one
The evil one called Lucifer
Have you ever heard of him?
His desire is the same as it was from the very beginning of time
To drag your soul and every soul of the entire human race 
To his dragon’s lair
This is the cold reality of hell
A burning inferno
An incomparable torture chamber 
Surely you thought you would be free after satisfying your flesh 
For all these years you thought you were truly free
Had you ever considered that it was a scam?
A trap?
A ploy that was set in motion millions of years ago?
I have come to set you free
Free from the bondage of the flesh
Free from the entrapment of the enemy
He had convinced many he came to give mankind a good time
Just one puff on a cigar
Just one drink of liquor
He is a sneaky old Serpent
He came to ensnare you and all of your loved ones
I have come down from my throne in the heavenlies 
To unwind the damage
The old serpent set in motion
In my holy word it is written
Man cannot live on bread alone
But by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God
Take my word
My Holy Word
And eat 
Eat all of it!
Within it are the measures that each of you can take to overcome the enemy
It is not that difficult to love one’s neighbor
It is not that difficult to love your Creator
Come unto me 
I am the Lamb that was slain for the sins of mankind
I am the babe that lay in the musty old manger
Come unto me this day before it’s too late
Eternity is such a long time
And hell was never meant for my children
Love,
Jesus



5-15-14
Written by Jesus
and typed by Gwendolen 


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We Danced And Played

Long ago there was a girl;
She was my age; 
We danced and played.

Many years hence over bridges
We went together hand-in-hand;
We danced and played.

Close and tight we spent our
Days loving each other 
Wishing our love would stay; 
We danced and played.

In the sight of God, we vowed 
And prayed for Him to bless us
On our way; 
We danced and played.

My every joy in her I found,
Her beauty deep within me bound;
We danced and played.

As days grew older, 
And her hair grew gray, 
We spent our last hour together to pray.
Across the bridge she said she’ll wait 
Till in her arms we shall be 
Together for all eternity.

Johann Myles
"Romantic"


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SALVATION STAIRS

“Let there be;” the prelude to creation
“Let us make man;” an imitation
“Let thou subdue the earth;” not an invasion
“Let thou not eat;” humanity in examination
Enticing oh! Sweet bitter fruit of Eden
Enhancing the knowledge of good and evil even
Explicated in the seductive words of the forsaken
Enticingly dreadful, namby-pamby humanity have fallen

Now, salvation plan still conceived
Nest, Israel a people adopted
New prophets on the stage performed
Natch! Salvation plan delivered

There in Bethlehem the baby in manger
Then in Canaan, water turned win in a jar
Through Galilee, the evangelization prosper
Thus, in Jerusalem the saviour’s sepulcher

Entering graves womb at death
Navigating hell to its depth
 Dawn wakes him on the third day from the earth
Salvation debt paid to procure new birth


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The Gentle Hands of Easter

The little hands reach out to the brand new world.
The gentle mother softly touches the tiny fingers.
A soft sound issues form the baby,
And the mother replies: “I love you.”

The hands grow as time quickly passes.
They learn to handle the wood and tools of a carpenter.
They are kind hands, helpful hands.

The years have sped by so quickly.
The hands reach out and gently touch the mother.
“I must begin my journey.  That is my purpose.”
She places her hands upon His strong arms.
“I understand,” she whispers, “may God go with you.”

From the Jordan River, the hands lift heavenward.
The strong voice sounds clearly, “I love you, my Father.”
Over the coming years, the hands reach out to humanity.
They touch the hurt, the diseased, the unloved.
They bring healing, strength, joy, encouragement.
They cause no pain, they are gentle and kind.

The hands are bound by the betrayal of a friend.
They perform no miracle now, they are subdued.
Taken to the enemy’s judgment hall,
They are lashed to a whipping post.
They strain against the thongs as love is repaid with anger.

The feet falter and stumble.
The hands grip the rugged beam.
The walk is long and the arms ache.
The hands seem powerless now,
The enemy seems to win.

The journey is completed.
Those gentle hands are roughly thrown against the beam.
The nail is place, the hammer raised!
There is a soft gasp as the hands of love are pierced.
They are raised toward heaven, but not in praise.

The lifeless hands are released from the beam.
The body is lowered into the arms of the sobbing mother.
Gently wrapped, it is placed in a borrowed tomb.
The day is dark, love seems gone, hope is lost.

Hallelujah!
Greet the brand new morn!
Love has won, not lost!
“Come to me” is the cry of His heart,
As He stands today with outstretched arms,
And the price of love is seen in His gentle hands.


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I, Thomas

I found a moment deeply entrained, 
Somewhat rusty and restrained. 
I scoured its tarnished face
Restoring its unblemished angelic grace.
Beneath a splintered cross I stood 
Staring at the blood stained wood; 
Sacrificed upon this tree 
Christ reconciled Himself to me.
At the tomb from whence He lay 
Only gleamed the light of day; 
The stench of sin could not remain 
Neither death my Lord restrain.
Only friends of mine were here, 
Locked within this room of fear;
Suddenly, I knew that Jesus was among us too.
I touched His hands, 
His pierced side; 
“My Lord and my God,” I cried.  
It is finished as Christ said
For He has risen from the dead. 
Guide me Lord in all my ways;
Grant me strength to sing Thy praise.

 


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A Lover's Letter - Part 3 of 4

- continued from Part 2

I Am Making More Profits
Than An Open Window Can Scope!
But More Importantly
Than Any Viable Earnings Can Invoke …
Lovely … I Am Sending Valuable-Love
… Inside This Envelope

(Isa. 54: 11, 12)
Yes, Lovely … You Are My Amethysts & Rubies
and Sapphires and Silver and Gold
and I Am The Richest Person Alive!
… If The Truth Be Told …

I Want You Ecstatically Happy
Now Surely, You Must Know
I Just Want To See Your Own
Luminous, Starry Eyes Aglow

… and Pour Drops of Soothing Oil
and Lavish-Anoint You – Head To Toe
and Smell Your Sweet, Pure Perfume
Wafting Like Incense To My Nose …

And Hold You In My Arms
and Never Let You Go
My Lovely One, I’ll Be With You Soon
Because I Love You So …

My Lovely One, You Know Me
To Be A Lover of Honor, Most Honest
The Length Between Us Is Loyal
and Getting Closer By The Moments

And You Have Your One-True-Lover’s
Word of Oath – On This (like Sacred-Sonnets)
And I Will Come For You, My Lovely One
 …  I Promise …

But The War Rages On
and Will Wage Worse Before Its Gone
But These Things I Have Told You
So You Have Always Known …

About Harsh Ways of The World
So Go Past Them, You Must Stay Strong
and True To Me ‘Til I Come
and Make Us A Brand New Home
(For To Me, Again – You’ll Belong
… Before Ere’ Too Long …
(Rev. 21: 3, 4)

But I Must Finish My Duty
and Complete My Timeline-Task
The Importance and Responsibility
For This Job Is Very Vast!

It’s For Our Future & To Make Sure
That We Will Always Last
and That No One Else Dare Repeat
Poisoned Mistakes From Prideful-Pasts

And After This … We’ll Never Again
Ungroup or Unclasp!
But Your Understanding & Agreement
Is Needed Now … That’s What I Ask …

Oh, Let My Words Kindle
Your Starry Eyes Like Flames!
Let The Fire of My Ardor
& Pure Force, Course Thru Your Veins!
(The Song of Solomon 8: 6, 7)

And Let This Letter Draw You To Me
With Unbreakable Mettle Chains!
and If You Must Whisper and Weep
Just Softly Echo My Name …
(Remember, You Agreed To Wear My Name)
(Isa. 43: 7, 10, 11 /  Acts 11: 26  /  Rom. 10: 13)

Let This Letter Be My Lips
Speaking Forth Innocence
Let This Letter Be My Lips
and Each Word A Knowing Kiss

Let This Letter Be My Voice
Telling You How You’re Loved & Missed
For Soon, We Will Be Together
As If In Celestial Bliss

I Send This Letter So It Could
Act As Your Revival
I Sent This Letter So You Could
Know I Am Reliable

(Part 3 of 4)


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Life, Home and Salvation

Like sunshine after clouds and rain
Is a loving note, though briefly jot,
And companionship amid one’s pain
As bedrock holding house and lot.

Like water poured on open fire
Is a soft reply to an angry voice,
And composure in the face of ire
As concrete set beneath the joist.

Like tulips after winter’s plight
Is a newborn close to mother’s blouse,
And comfort after labor’s fight
As heated hearth in winter’s house.

Like rain on dry and barren soil
Is a tender kiss from one of yours,
And compassion for a hurting world
As brilliant light and open doors.

Like air to every life that breathes
Is a Savior to the sinner’s plight,
And comprehending love that bleeds
As a beggar finds the Bread of Life.


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In Christ's Stead

My father and I some time ago 
Visited the inner city
To give food to the needy.
To many that day we gave
The sustenance to maintain 
And save
Their souls.
We met a man quite bewildered 
Why he was chosen.
My father gave him a small red Bible
Then replied, 
“In Christ’s stead I give thee bread.”
Then we left.
Many years later one autumn day
My father passed away.
At his funeral visitation
Many people came with respects to pay.
Then an elderly man approached me,
He shook my hand
Leaving in it a small wooden cross
Stained red.
With a gentle voice he said,
“In Christ’s stead I give thee bread.”
Before I could thank him
He left. 

Johann Myles
"Spiritual"
 


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Our Father Chapter two

Ever morning Mary and Elizabeth would try to scrub
the betrayal of their father off their flesh.  "Our dead 
mother must be crying her eyes out in heaven" Elisabeth
said to Mary as they got ready for church.  "I wonder what
his congregation would think of him if they knew?" replied
Mary.  "Girls are the two of you ready yet?  You don't have 
time to gossip".  "We're ready" said Mary.  The Israel family 
piled into their family car.  As Zechariah drove to his church
The Voice of God Ministries he quizzed his daughters with 
Bible questions.  "Elisabeth how many books are in the Bible?"
"There are 66 books in the Bible".  "Very good Elisabeth.  Mary
who were the parents of John the Baptist?"  "Zechariah and 
Elisabeth".  "Very good Mary".  The Voice of God Ministries is
the biggest Evangelcial church in all of North Carolina.  Every
time Zechariah Love Israel approached his church his heart
fills up with pride.  "We are the light of the world.  We must 
guide the people to God" said Zechariah as the Israel family 
got out of their family car.  "Let's get ready to welcome our 
members" grabbing Mary and Elisabeth by the hand Zechariah
and his daughters entered The Voice of God Ministries.  Zechariah
was a preacher who was known for his over the top sermons.
With his knowledge of the Bible and his great speaking ability he
held his congregation in a trance.  At the end of every worship service
Zechariah stood at the entrance of the church and shook hands with his members.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher 
aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven


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Amid the Sea

Alone on an island far and free,
Life survives amid the sea. 
Neither wind nor swirling sand can tempt,
Life from its heavenly tent.

No life is safer no joy more complete
Than be from beneath the tempter’s feet. 
Hunger and thirst entice the soul 
Within the flesh they quickly grow.

The scourging wind, and blistering sun 
Rake the skin and sear the tongue. 
Death’s hovering flight prowls the day 
And chill of night.

As steps become weaker 
And drag in the sand,
Whispers of hope lend forth a hand;
“Where dwells salvation swells from a Spring; 
Therein is safety and pastures of green.”

 


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Holy Family

We cannot separate Mother Mary and Saint Joseph
They’re having so much connection
With the mystery of Incarnation of Eternal God
Joseph, being guardian of the Virgin’s spotless honor
Foster-father of the Divine Babe

Mother Mary’s family thought be made known
She might not be stoned by the Jews as an adulteress
Thirdly, that in her flight; have the comfort of a husband
St. Ignatius add yet a fourth reason namely that is birth might hid from the devil
Looking for Him to be born of a wife and not of a Virgin

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Against Those Who Discourage mOTHER Marian Devotion

O Sweet Father Christ, do these people have Your spirit?
Do they please You in acting like this?
Does it please You, when for fear of displeasing You,
We neglect doing the greatest to please Your Mother? Who’s our mother as well

Does devotion to Your mother, delay devotion to Yourself?
Does she attribute to herself honor we pay her?
Is she a stranger has no connection to You?
Does it displease You when we try to please her?

Do we alienate ourselves from Your love by giving ourselves to honoring her?
Yet my Sweet Master, 
Greater learned not discourage to Your holy mother 
Even all that I have said were true

Therefore, they’ve been punished for their pride!
Keep me Lord, form their sentiments and practices
Please give me share sentiments of gratitude
Esteem, Respect and Love
You has in regard to Your Holy Mother
The more I imitate her, follow her
The more I may Love and Glorify You

As if up to this point
Still I said nothing in honor of Your holy Mother
 'Give me grace to praise You worthily,' 
In spite of all her enemies, who are Yours as well
Grant me say loudly with the saints 
'Let not that man believe to look for the mercy of Eternal God 
Who offends His holy Mother 


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Beneath the Snow

I saw a twig from beneath the snow
Yet, nothing from this image proved
That life survived or life let go
The will or jewel or soul less moved
To be described or cherished, no?
What bright sunlight once regaled
The splendor of its name to know
Or girth of shade less height narrated
By friend or foe.
Beneath its benevolence survived
The warring tide of greed and pride
In selfish arrogance revived
The fate of many to provide.
Long ago, days less renowned
Witnessed steadily nature’s tide
When forests grew tall and sound
On healthy unpolluted ground.
Those days were numbered by God alone
Who created everything known
That one day this tree would die
In corruption lie.
No longer proud beneath the snow
Only memories would we know
To place in mind that like our kind
We share this fate to find.

 

 



  


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On the holiest day marks Ashoura

Watching television these days
can draw another line; a perspective –
with a variety of advertisements, news,
talk shows and other entertainments
indeed, a so-called form of ‘literature in a hurry.’

With a spate of information to know and digest,
with discoveries rolling through events,
with episodes shown in different contexts
provide certain answers in countless reportings.

A hodge-podge of issues trembles in situations,
with that continuing war, violence and kiling;
afflict the whole world with fear and sorrow,
oh, America! Cradle of power and opportunity.

Screaming headlines in various newspapers,
continue to soar almost beyond proportion;
with endless quest and wish against tragedy,
like a Christian mantra: peace in the whole world!

Religion among the Muslim countries,
plays a vital role in their whole life spectrum;
with the Shiites, Sunnis and Baathists, for instance,
another perspective, a magnet to all devotees.

As Shiites mark Ashoura in Beirut, Lebanon,
many Shiite Muslim men march the streets;
beating their chests and others slashing their heads
like a Christian flagellation done in Lenten season.

It’s a radical interpretation with inerrancy in their culture
Such a manifestation that shows grief in human actions;
adds substance to their celebration – being holy,
there’s deep supplication across the length of day;
albeit, the cry of pain makes them strong in their faith.

Note:

Ashoura.  The tenth day of Muharram – the Shiites’ holiest day.  It marks the killing of Imam Hussein, the grandson of Prophet Muhammad, in 680 A.D. battle at Karbala in Basra, Iraq.


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Honor To Mother Mary is Honor To Father Christ

“The honor of the Mother reflects on Father Christ”
“Whatever honor and praise are given to the Mother bounces to the Son”
“The honor given to the Queen bestowed on the King”
The Honor we give to the Mother of the Lord was referred to Him Who was made incarnate (personified) of her”

The Mother is honored for her Son’s sake”
“Indeed in loving Mother Mary, we honor Eternal God”
“We will never love her as He loved her”
Father Christ was the first to honor her as His mother
“We will never be able to equal with which Father Christ loved her”

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Bottomless Love

“I will give thanks to you, O Lord, with all my heart
Will declare all your wondrous deeds

RECALL OUR LADY
Was   present at many of [the mysteries of the Holy Rosary]
Not only in the events surrounding Father Christ’ birth
Also at the wedding feast of Cana while Father Christ carried His cross

Was crucified
She was with the apostles in the upper room at Pentecost
We can safely assume
She saw the risen Lord, Father Christ and His ascension

Of course
She experienced her own assumption and crowning in heaven.
By repeating the Hail Mother Mary
We address her with those greetings of St. Gabriel and St. Elizabeth then we ask prayers as we consider the mysteries

This process
As if we were trying to look at each mystery of salvation
Her maternal perspective
Seeking to love Father Christ

The center of each mystery
As much as we may love Father Christ
The Virgin Mother Mary can always lead us to a bottomless love
More uplifting perspective of faith in Him

4202013


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All My Days

All my days are a gift, you see
An expression of love
Purchased for me. 

Neither one moment nor one day 
Can ever I claim was owed me 
Nor paid by myself to be my own
To have or to share alone.

Upon Christ’s return what shall I say
That His gift to me was squandered away?

I a branch and Christ the vine
Joined am I to life divine.

Though I wander in darkness
And my sight grows dim,
Christ has promised to bless
The soul that trusts in Him.

Baptized into Christ we die to sin 
And to a new life we rise with Him.
Forgiven by grace through faith in
Christ we can face the worst of life
Knowing that we will always be
In His care eternally.

All my days are a gift, you see
An expression of love
Purchased for me.

Jonathan M. Bellmann


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A Lover's Letter - Part 2 of 4

- continued from Part 1 -


and Feel Your Form and Supple Figure
Blessed With Such Restful Grace
… and Flow Into Your Being
Like Embraced Ocean Waves

I Wanted To Send You Words
Of How Deeply I Care
I’m Sending Words and Wishes
As You Wait For Me There
And I Remember and Count
Each Star-Strand Lock of Your Hair

And Do You Remember I Sent You
That Priceless Gift So Rare? …
… of A Pearl-Bone Framed Portrait
Of Which You Said You Loved To Stare!
Oh, I Have So Many Wonderful
Things To Tell and Share!

I Want To Be The One To Show You …
The Infinite, Mysterious Universe
And I Will Fill & Quench All Your Desires
Your Needs, Your Hunger & Your Thirst

I Will Enrich Your Life
Like A King’s Treasure-Purse
I Only Ask You Wait For Me …
and Remember Me – First

I’ll Always Be Your Support
and On Your Conscience’s Side
and I Will Be Your Bridge
Over Any Wide Chasm Divide

… and Always Cherish You
As Beloved, Beautiful Wife-Bride
And I Want To Give You
Eternity-Elephants To Ride
And I’ll Be Right There
I’ll Be Your Eden’s Gate and Guide …

I Will Take You Where Passion
… Doesn’t Have To Hide (Gen) 3: 8-10)
To A Place Where I Wash You
In Moonlight and Surging Tides

With You … I Want To Share
This Buoyant Breath of Life
And Together … We’ll Climb
Mountains and Thru Waterfalls Dives

And To Show This Dedication …
We Won’t Need A Shrine
Your Devoted Heart Is All
I Desire In Love’s Design

So Keep My Hand and I Will
Keep You Satisfied (Ps. 145: 16)
But For Now, My Lovely One …
Please Let Patience Abide

With This Letter I Am Sending
A Substantial Means of Living
With This Letter Comes A Token
Of The Love I’ll Be Giving

I Am Sending A Portion of
The Fortune & Allowance You’ll Be Spending
With Great Principles and Privileges
and Potential and Possibilities … Pending

It Is The Affairs of Our Hearts
That I Am Taking Care In Tending
My Lovely One … It Is The Wealth
Of My Love I Am Sending

Enclosed, You Will Find
The Drafted Subsidy Bank Note
and All The Investments Are In Order
and On Time, Like I Wrote
(Isa. 46: 9, 10, 11)

And It Was A Pleasure To Sign
With Each Flourish of My Pen-Stroke
Remembering All The Dreams
… About Which We Spoke …

I Can’t Wait To Tell You The Good News
Of The  Dividends With Each Post
Now, Here’s The Proofs and Payoff
With Each Exact Quote …

And I Can Just Picture You Reading
& Memorizing What I Wrote By Rote
Oh, Just Keep Believing In Me, Lovely
and You’ll Never Be Heartbroke …



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Love's Strong Bond And Guiding Hand

There once was a young, freckled faced girl, who had the world
wrapped around her finger. 
The world was glad to be touched by such a precious hand as hers. 
Talent did flow from 
these precious hands to the artist's canvas. 
Dreams never ceased, and love did flow. The 
sky was the limit, of what God and this young girl could achieve.  

In a small farming town, there was a young man, 
the fourth brown eyed, curly haired son of five boys from a 
loving couple. He worshipped God, 
and worked hard on his job and also at church for Jesus. He had 
a simple prayer one day to find a christian wife to 
be his help mate. God has a plan for your 
life, even if we don't see it.

The freckled face girl, was not expecting
to find a life long mate in Butler, GA, the home of 
her grandparents, because she too had 
prayed for a christian man to share her life. The girl 
had to mature and find her way in the world, 
then God put a matchmaker into her life.

The Curly haired young man of twently nine,
thought that God had not heard his prayer, he 
moved out of his parents home to make his
way in the world. His neighbor Mrs. Laurette 
Stewart, thought he would make a fine husband
for the freckled face girl. A blind date was 
set, it was love at first sight and God had
found a mate for the young couple that prayed.

Inspried by James Fraser's poem Farm Girl


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If I Were A Tree

If I were a tree what kind would I be? 
Would I see more of life
If I felt less strife? 
Would my worth grow with time 
Like fine wine?
Will my beauty last? 
Will my color show in the midst of snow? 
Would famine, fire, disease or flood
Diminish my will to be, 
My desire to know who created me? 
Would I feel rain?
Would I complain of endless pain?
Would I tire of standing with nothing to do? 
No bending low, no thoughts to sow, 
No whispers to sound; 
No laughter
No crying no sighing. 
If I were a tree would my Lord be with me? 
Would I reach for heaven knowing I’d never go?
Am I a treasure to be bought and sold 
To be left alone out in the cold?
If I were a tree it would be 
The one that had Christ nailed to me 
For all to see.
 
 
 


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Mother Mary's Motherhood

The Church cannot forget her mission
Was made possible by the Motherhood of Mother Mary
Who conceived and bore a Son
Who is God from Eternal God
True Eternal God from True Eternal God

Mother Mary is truly the Mother of God
Whose motherhood as the vocation to motherhood
Bestowed by Eternal God on every man raised to its highest level
Thus, Mother Mary becomes the mother of the Church and to be New Mama Eve
The mother of believers, the mother of the living

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ONCE UPON A TIME

Under the moon light we gathered;
Giving listening ears to grandpa’s trembling lips,
As serene dusk and silence embraced
Once upon a time onsets his tip.

There was the first garden of untold beauty;
A gift to the first man with overwhelming privilege,
 In which the first sin stunk humanity;
Engendering the first punishment as a badge.

Did the creator miss the creature?
Where else could they go in this plight?
These posers came like rapture,
While grandpa laughed to our naïve insight.

Still, he continued with an annunciation,
One Gabriel, one Mary in Nazareth;
Actors of act 1 scene 1 of salvation,
Here, faith steps on Everest zenith.

Nine months passed to zamani’s womb,
And the expected saviour came,
Gold frankincense and myrrh exchanged tomb
To seal Christmas fame.


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An Answer To A Poem

 I read a poem just today. 
   Called the ignorant Christian and I felt sympathy almost right away.
It’s been over two thousand years since our Savior died. 
   But every day I see His name being unfairly crucified.
And to those of us who follow we’re called the ignorant ones.
   For wanting a better life when this one is done.
You can’t take the Bible and turn into just certain things you want to hear.
   Although it teaches forgiveness it also teaches fear.
Jesus says repent and from our sins we must turn away.
   It’s not an easy battle but one we must fight each and every day.
Being a Christian is not always an easy road.
   We face some of what Jesus went through with a much lesser load.
Personally I feel the time is near.
   It’s time for Christians to boldly stand up for Jesus and stand up without fear.
When the reckoning days have come and He reaches for His book.
   Is your name going to be in it wouldn’t you like to take a look?
Would you like to be set free?
   Then say this simple sinners’ prayer with me:
Lord please forgive me, I repent and seek Your forgiveness of all my earthly sins.
   I know you died for my sins, You were nailed to the cross, were buried but 
death couldn’t hold You, for You arose again.
I accept you as my Savior and will share Your mighty word.
   If you say that and mean it you can be sure our Savior heard.
   
Thank you and God bless you.