I am the spirit of satin stardust
and the antiquities of golden memories alive
I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun
and greet you in the misty morning light
I am the steady and rolling drum beat
echoing from the jagged heights above
I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters'
and the freedom birds of love
I rise above the white summer clouds
in lilting songs of grace
and roam with the western tail-winds
to take you home again
I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty
of love hope and faith
I have come to tell................
Contest~ONE OF YOUR BEST
The raging beast of fear in darkness was
Its father: Terror
Its mother: Ignorance,
With the black milk of hate was it
By wrath was it, nurtured
By fanaticism its character was forged
Its soul saturated was with repugnance
The deformed prince of gloom, once matured,
A menace to humanity grew up to be,
Threatening the beacon of civilization to
All this, in the name of a God that the brute doesn’t
It demanded the whole world to kneel in dread
Humanity didn’t succumb
United, in its finest hour, marched on,
Sending thus the message to the kingdom of gloom that
Its days are numbered
One ray of light, mightier it is than any amount of darkness
And easily could obliterate beast’s obscure empire at a blink
Of the eye
GOD is not HATE and DARKNESS
LIGHT and LOVE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 JANUARY 2015
*In memory of those who were slaughtered by the evil children
of the beast, be they Christians, Muslims or Jews!
**Dedicated to all those who marched in Paris and elsewhere
and all those who felt In their heart, the solidarity with those who marched!
The whole world shouts: Je suis Charlie!
Sometimes I question my own faith and wonder if you are real,
can you really feel all the pain I feel.
I wonder, Can you hear me god?
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep,
do you know the reasons why I weep.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I give up on myself,
is it because you forgot about me and chose to let me deal with myself.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes people hurt me , and sometimes I hurt others,
but it seems you let them be and it's my life you choose to bother.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes i feel like I'm your mistake,
is it because you judge me for all the mistakes that I make.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I hate others and sometimes others hate me,
but it seems you don't see others,
and it's my life with troubles you smother.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I hate you for taking my mother,
Sometimes I hate you even more for portraying my father.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I think of my past,
and that's when I reliaze that nomatter what I'm feeling now,
it will never compare to the pain I was feeling back then.
It's times like this that I realize that's when you truelly chose to be my father,
to scold me, but hold me, to teach me but reach me.
To show me that my pain won't always last.
I believe this is true, at least that's the picture you drew,
yet I still wondwer, Can you hear me God?
This is Truth that to you, the mortals, is now speaking,
I’m the one that in the kernel of everything that exists resides,*
That no human has ever seen**, up to this very moment and
No one, I affirm will able be, eyes to set upon my
I know, the vast majority of you believe to be with me, very
Some even declare that the best of my friends are and
Instead of me they could do the talking
Even there are those who boast to be my associates and
The ultimate reality only them to know
Each one of them “his truth” declares according to his doctrine,
Fervently maintaining the veracity of his established principles,
The principles of his policy, his history, his religion, his morals
That with me, the Truth, I assure you, have very little in common.
So, I the Truth, with many faces came to you be known
As different colors are always used to paint my visage,
Colors with hues of their opinions to better fit their purpose
According the era they are living in, their reason and
If a day, I the Truth, among them decided just a walk to take
Certain am I that no one of them, would able be, me to recognize
For the bigotry that is deep in their uninformed heart planted
Unable has made their eyes the supreme Truth to identify
Enraged am I, of all those criminals who kill in my name,
Regardless their color, their creed, their sex, their ethnicity,
For even if a little bit they knew me, never would they
Commit a crime
I, the Truth next to God live. It’s from Him I draw my existence,
Impossible thus for me it is, divinity’s will to disobey
And commend someone to do something that is immoral
Because God is love*** and love, you should know my friends,
Never commits a crime!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 OCTOBER 2014
* There is nothing that we with certainty know, because the truth is found in the depths of each thing!
Democritus , Greek philosopher, 5th century B.C., the father of atomic theory
**No man has ever perceived the truth, neither anyone in the future will know it, only opinion of things have we for the reality of things!
Xenophanes, Greek philosopher 6th century B.C.
***John, epist. First, verse 8. “He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love!
Anger and threats fly through the air
Contempt now has a soul for it's chair
How isolated some spirits can be
Unable to realize that the ebb an the flow
Are part of the grand scheme
The conclusion of God's mercy would never be mean
Faith is my banner
I will trust in the lord
May Gods Grace hold me tight
And lift me to heavenly heights
i hear your voice in solitude
when all outward forces seize
and inward forces burst out in multitude
and all my hardships ease.
i want to hold your hand forever,
and would be with you
but waiting for you here, but none deter
hopeful but eyes dew.
purple riot in my heart
which stay here for long
after disturbing it then depart
and then merrily sing plaintive song.
paying here for all my merriment
which i have deduced in past
now only it provide consolement
when i cry at last.
life i love you very much
and always want to embrace you
but you leave no occasion as such
so that i can amaze you.
Powers of heaven
Shaken. Gates brought down
Deify. Defy urbanely
Sub sonic sounds
Domestic mirage of liberty
Homeland invasion - Counter-intelligence
Conducted on our own nation
Claiming they must
In defense of supposed
Islamic threats - Chinese Debts
War is waged
In name of worship
Distractions we serve
Poison - Inflict
Printing our cage
Turning the page of peraphecy
Set the stage
For our hostile reality
To seize control
Take violent action
The end-times arrive
By our sons of Belial
focus the iniquitous
Divine in malice
Expostulate vile villains
No wealth of moral
Only moral is wealth
Engage the knave
Treat the sick
Combating against spiritual health
Can't run from sin
Cannot run from yourself
Accelerates the end.
This blood will rinse
Eyelids heavy with tears,
begin to form
from puffy grayish/black clouds.
It moves cunning and swift
like a lion’s roar
then softly on tired- padded- paws
it is gone,
gracing the terrain
with its magnificence.
Its door opens to a momentous
a welcoming grand appearance
of a new year
a new beginning
when the door opens…
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Sixth Place Winner ~ "Personification of January” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
January 29, 2012
Theist have HOLY belief
Natural calamity is catastrophic
No saviour can tame Nature’s wrath
Terrorist have ONLY belief
Bomb blasts are more devastating
No ‘intelligence’ can rein Terror's bloodbath
Common Man is in LONELY Catch-22 disbelief
Is Terrorism fatal or Nature’s fury final ?
For safety Pray to whom ... Terrorist or Nature ?
Moved by plight, GOD too is praying for EARLY relief
Wishing Terror in under HIS control and not of Satan
And Rest-in-Peace "Terror", with wreath of PEACE
( Entry for Poetry Soup Contest - October 2010)
Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!
What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!
®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
I HEARD SOMETHING FROM INSIDE MY SOUL.
SOMETHING THAT SPEAKS SWEETLY TO ME.
MY WOUNDS ARE HEALING AND MY HEART IS BEING REPAIRED.
GOD ALLOWED ME TO WAKE UP TO HIS BEAUTIFUL PRESENCE.
THE TEARS ARE BEING DRIED UP MY SOUL IS WRAPPED IN HIS WARMNESS.
I CAN FEEL HIM COVERING MY FLESH HE WHISPERS TO ME.
THAT HE LOVES ME THAT HE IS BY MY SIDE I WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITHOUT HIM.
I HAVE A SWEET HEALING THAT IS FLOWING MY WAY.
WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE THAT FEELING THAT I HAVE ON THE INSIDE OF ME.
THE ROSES ARE SMELLING SWEET ON THIS SIDE AND THE GRASS IS DEFINITELY GREENER.
I AM IN THAT SECRET PLACE WHERE I CAN FIND PEACE AND A FORGIVING HEART.
SOMETHING THAT CAN NEVER BE EXPLAINED FOR HE IS SHINING HIS LIGHT ON ME.
A REFRESHING GLOW OF HIS PRESENCE COMFORTS ME.
The plan for the universe
Was designed by intelegence
The ruler of these things
And the giver of these things
dont even try to figure this one out
THE SUN IS SHINING IN MY HORIZON AND MY HEART IS GLOWING.
THE LOVE FROM GOD ALMIGHTY IS OVERFLOWING.
FOR HE HAS BEEN HERE SINCE THE BEGINNING HIS LIGHT SHINES ON ME.
WHEN I WAS IMPRISONED BY SIN HE SET ME FREE.
I AM ON A CLOUD TO SALVATION AND GROWING IN PROSPERITY.
MY HARVEST IS GROWING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.
I AM SITTING IN HEAVEN'S REFLECTION HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS TO ME SO PEACEFUL.
A DELIGHT TO MY EYES SO FULL OF BEAUTY AND SUPRISE.
THE ANGELS ARE LIFTING UP TO THE MASTER FEET.
WHERE JOY AND LOVE DO MEET.
THERE ARE SINGING A MELODY THAT IS SO SWEET AND COMFORTING TO THE SOUL.
NO ONE CAN MATCH WHAT THEY DO.
FOR I KNOW THAT I AM A CHILD OF GOD AND HE IS MY FATHER.
FOR HE IS LIKE NO OTHER HE IS ONE OF A KIND.
FOR I AM HIS AND HE IS MINE.
HE IS THE GLUE THAT KEEPS ME TOGETHER HE IS THE ROCK THE MAKES ME STRONG.
HIS AROMA IS SWEET TO MY NOSE HIS PRESENCE IS KNOWN TO ME.
FOR HE IS MY ALL IN ALL HE IS THE ONE WHO MAKES ME WHOLE.
HE IS THE ONE WHO COMFORTS MY SOUL
HE LOVES ME AND I LOVE HIM FOR THAT WILL NEVER CHANGE.
Doe's things' seem strange
Not what they used to be
This is for the first time
The first time in History
Doe's things' seem slow
While a bestselling economy
Just doe's not grow'
Everything is a shroud
And everyone must know...
It is time
It is time one may say
For a One World Government
To save the day'
But, their is one thing
That I would like to say
And that is that
By the Blood of Jesus
Things' wouldn't be this way
What We really don't need
Is a new government
What we do need
Is a New Covenant'
With ' GOD '
Did anyone think
Of the way
That it should be
To dwell in the House of the Lord
For all Eternity...
To be with the Prince of King'
To be with the Almighty
With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD '
Where He has already prepared
A place for you and me...
“This is the best of all possible worlds I hear, and you’re the master of your life”,
But when you count the closed shut doors, and look around you for a window,
Turn a rubik’s cube around and play with empty running rivers.
Mere stupidities and bottles with clichés will smear, right across the empty floor,
Tremble stupid kid! For cold, is just your empty sensation of fear.
This life is a wondrous gift, you’ll say; a challenge for the mighty heroes.
The good Pangloss in blood and flesh could not resist his own ideas.
You run and jump on sharp and blunt spears, to catch a glimpse of certitude.
But gravity, a law of nature, will keep you still in mortar shoes.
“Men have somehow corrupted Nature”, and I corrupt myself with dreams
But what is hope but a glorious strength, embedded in genetic attributes,
Like aids attacking healthy cells, will disappear. And let it go Candide!
You die a hundred times a year and fear, fear, fear another death, another life,
The grand pillars of values and potent righteousness,
You dare to believe in their existence.
It’s like the God you trust, but cannot see and cannot feel.
But do not be shaken, have no fear for this is just your own free will,
Oh Cunegonde of mine, you’re near, and every time I look you disappear!
Sometimes you search the absolutes of universe and wonder where,
Does God exist and what He’s doing when Cunegonde is flagged and raped?
Stumble on the rocky path on orators and chaste priests,
With tongue so sweet and gloried preachings,
But what they do in solitude with sharpen knifes in backs of infants?
Close your eyes oh sweet Candide, and dream away with no restraint,
And watch how all your hemispheres will tremble soaked in darks and lights.
If not your head can imagine life without a shadow or a tear,
You are corrupt Candide oh dear, but this is the best of all possible lives.
You kill even the ones you love the most, nothing is holy anymore.
Just the promise of Pangloss and the dream of Cunegonde.
Merge your coding to save a dear, stop on red, and do not litter!
For your punishment ‘s not in Hell, it is indeed the life you bare.
Pace yourself! In the New World, like a Columbus you’ll try to steer,
Your arms and legs but not your head, for it is damned for it is barren.
There is no sun, or air out here. You strive for breath in empty chores,
At least you have your Cunegonde I hear, but she is just another whore.
Who cursed her love for seven years, but plow your garden cher Candide!
For this is the best of all possible worlds.
HOW CAN WE SAY THAT WE LOVE GOD AND NOT OUR FELLOW MAN/WOMAN.
HOW CAN WE PRAISE GOD WITH OUR MOUTHS AND CURSE T
HE NEXT MINUTE.
WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING TO WORSHIP IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD.
IF IT IS NOT FROM OUR HEARTS IF IT IS NOT IN US WE SHOULD NOT PUT ON A SHOW FOR PEOPLE.
AS LONG AS WE ARE FOR REAL AND WE ARE PRAISING FROM OUR HEARTS THAT'S WHAT MATTERS.
SO MANY HYPROCRITES AND SO LIITLE TRUE CHRISTIANS HOW IS IT POSSIBLE FOR US TO BE ALL WE CAN BE WHEN WE ARE DISCCOURAGED OR FEELING LOW.
I KNOW THAT NOBODY IS PERFECT AND WE ALL HAVE OUR FAULTS BUT WE HAVE TO ENOCOURAGE ONE ANOTHER AND SPEAK OVER OURSELVES.
BUT WHEN WE HAVE NO PEACE WE ARE DISTURBED WE ARE FIGHTING SOMETHING ON THE INSIDE.
WE MUST BE STRONG AND PRAY TO THE FATHER ABOVE.
Anak Manusia The Son Of Man Son Of Man Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is so too kindfullness
kindfullness too so kindfullness kindfullness too kindfullness so kindfullness.
Anak Manusia The Son Of Man Son Of Man Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is so too greatfullness
so greatfullness too greatfullness so too greatfullness greatfullness greatfullness so too
Anak Manusia The Son Of Man Son Of Man Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is so too Bestfullness
too Bestfullness so Bestfullness too Bestfullness so Bestfullness Bestfullness Bestfullness too so
Bestfullness too so Bestfullenss.
Anak Manusia is Anak ALLah Bapak Allah Bapa AlLAh.
The Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Son of God Son of GOd is Thea Son Of God Son Of GOd.
Thea Son of God SOn Of GOd is Anak Manusia is Anak ALlah is The Son Of MAn SOn Of Man is
The Son Of God SOn of GOd.
The Son Of Man SOn of Man is Anak Manusia is Thea Son OF GOd Son Of GOd.
The Son of Man Son of Man is Thea Son of God Son of GOd.
Anak Manusia is The Son of Man Son Of Man.
Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Son Of GOd Son Of GOd.
Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is Anak Manusia.
The Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Jesus Christ Jesus Christ Yesus Kristus Jesus Kristus The
Jesus Kristus Yesus The Chrsit YESUS CHRIST Imanuel Immanuel thE alPHA aLPHA tHE Omega
Omega Alfa Omega alfa omega Alfa Omega The Omega The ALfa the alpha alpha.
Anak Manusia is Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Jesus
Christ Jesus Christ Yesus Kristus Jesus Kristus The Jesus Kristus Yeuss The Christ Christ Yesus
Immanuel Imanuel the ALpha Alpha alpha alpha the The omega omega Alpha Omega Alfa
Omega THe Alfa Omega The Omega Omega.
tHE SON OF MAN SON OF MAN is The Son OF Man Son Of Man is Anak Manusia is The Jeuss
Christ Jesus Christ Yesus kRISTUS Jesus Kristus The Jesus Kristus The Christ Yesus Yesus
Christ tHE aLPHA aLPHA ALFA ALFA THE THe Omega Omega OMEGA the OMEGA tHE ALPHA
ALPAH THE ALfa Fala The Omega Omega.
The Son of Man SOn of Man is Thea Son of Man SOn of Man is Anak Manusia The First First
and The Last Last is The Beginning Beginning and The End End is Yang Terawal and Yang
Terakhir is Yang Awal dan Yang Akhir is Yang pertama dan Yang terkemudian is Yang
Terpertama dan Yang terterkemudian is Yang Terterkebelakang dan Yang terkebelakang is Yang
Terdepan dan Yang terterdepan is Thea Beginning Beginning and Thea End End is Thea First
First and Thea Last Last.
Young child full of hope and dreams,
volcanic personality laced with possibility,
charming but devious with schemes,
young Eunuch, powerful yet lacking stability.
Named after the god Janus hence January.
Having two faces, one facing the future,
one facing last year’s gory mortuary.
Favorite flower: a carnation to nurture.
A fickle young fellow indeed,
star of the time and space show,
riding a happy go lucky steed.
All dressed up but ..where to go?
Sporting a favorite garnet gem,
enjoying the groupies and fanfare,
tripping over last year’s hem.
History is the map, but will he care?
Janus was old Roman god (two faces) referred to as "spirit of the opening".
January flower carnation: Gem; Garnet
Personification of January contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
written by Robert A. Dufresne
Rondelet: Tau Ceti* Soul
Tau Ceti Soul
Four times Earth round our backyard sun
Tau Ceti Soul
Hope your Gods make one whole Goal
Here we say One and let blood run
Don't dare come here to overrun
Tau Ceti Soul
* "Astonomers have detected five possible alien planets
circling the star Tau Ceti, which is less than 12-light years
from Earth - a mere stone's throw in the cosmic scheme of
things." Mike Wall
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
I do feel the presence of God,
As I feel the presence of my mother,
Like God she is still a faith, a force.
She is a god personified.
Wherever I go whatever I do,
I feel all of her.
She is beyond god-
Indian philosophy calls it Dwait.
If seeing is believing
I do not believe in miracles.
I was yet to experience one.
While flying from
Uruguay to America,
I had some fearful problems,
Some real, some nightmares.
Gomi Ba came as a protecting force,
Giving an edge over my problems.
If the theory of recarnation exists,
My mother exists in spirit and soul.
Contest: I remember Mama
The poem was written while I traveled from Uruguay to USA (Charlotte NC)
Gomi is the name of my mother and BA means ma or mother.
The very words Dwaita means dualism and Advaita means non dualism. One shoud know what are these two. Dwait means one can approach God thro' a medium i.e. Guru or Mother. Adwait means Guru or Mother is God for you.
Hinduism says one is human soul or consiousness or jeevatma and the second one is cosmic soul or God or Paramatma.
Advaita phylosophy says both are one at the same. For this they give several examples: Ornaments like necklace, chain, ring, eaarstuds etc made of gold. Even thiough they are identified as individual objects they have come out of gold only and when melted become gold only.
Similarly when we keep several mirrors outside during day time, the reflection of solar sun can be seen separately in each mirror. Whjen the mirrors are removed to a shade, the reflection disappears. Therefore the soul in all beings is nothing but a reflection of cosmic soul. The moment the body is decayed the souls reflection get disappeared. The philosophy says people believe existace of individual souls as real due to only illusion. The moment the illusion is gone one will gain the Jnana of nondualism. Adi Sankara profounded this theory.
Today I saw a bird in flight and began to wonder why
God made us to walk on earth and made the bird to fly
Then I began to think way back when I was just a kid
I often dreamed of flying then some time I think I did
I still can see me flying high while looking down below
oh' the dream it was so neat I wish it had been so
God had a plan for man and what he wanted him to be
it wasn't flying through the air or swimming in the sea
But now as I think back on this I see God's perfect plan
he never meant for beast or foul to take the place of man
Yes he made the birds to fly and made the beast to roam
but man he made to rule them all and walk the road alone
Then God saw that it was wrong not to give the man a mate
so he took a rib from Adam's side and women he did make
God put them in a garden there and took great care of them
now I think you know the rest what separated them from him
But God still had a plan for man and sent him Jesus Christ
and now we have to pray to him to forgive us of our past
now I still dream of flying high and know some day I can
when Jesus Christ will take us home forever to be with him
Who has stolen my heart, a love that cannot be extinguished. My heart is desperate
to love him and yet he does not love me, Why? He was the one who ran after me,
and I fell for him, and now that he no longer wants me: The world should end. How
do I go on knowing he does not belong to me, but my heart belongs to him, which
he does not want. I no longer see spectrum of wonderful and vibrant colors of life,
but only black and white. Life seems meaningless everything should be become
lifeless. I feel lost in the midst of my confused emotion - I am lost in the sea of
unbridled love for a man I do not know, and I also do not know how to be loved by
one. How I yearn to be hugged and kissed with so much passion that would make
me lost in his strong arms forever. When is he going to melt my heart with his, or am
I hoping for the impossible to be love by him.
How my heart belongs to him... where are you my secret admirer. God made me
loved him so he should love me back, please because my heart will stop beating
because I lost his love. Please save me Jehovah God because I am sinking in the
sea of despair by him not showing me love, so God where is my life's buoy or better
yet my 'secret admirer.
My computer glared with social hate
I buried my head down
It beeped a message
Telling me; we should really spend less time together,
I just think your making everything about me
I can't be friendly to your friends anymore
I can't keep wishing electronic happy B-days, when I don't know who the hell they are!
Tell me you hear me..... also this facebook wench! Jesus does she have to know
Everything you and me do in private
Can't we even go out on an on-line date,
Without checking for the latest youtube sensation
I mean, since when do you even listen to OK Go?
Not only that, but you use me to steal others copyrighted material
I could go to jail and so could you,
Do you want the FBI to confiscate me from you?
I thougt so, I just came to the conclusion that
You and me? we need to take a cyberbreak
You should try your cellphone sometimes..., I know he definately feels left out
Except when your using him to check on me!
This is done
I can't keep living life knowing that your using me to become sociably popular
I'm not your free ride to reality T-V fame
Get it? Got it? Good!
And if I catch you trying to tweet me in my sleep....
Well..... you don't even want to know!
don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the car
just put your trust in Him that you will travel very far
we have a tendency to pray on things but of them we won't let go
we keep worrying about the problems and won't let God run the show
instead of looking at the Lord we keep looking at the load
we need to keep our eyes on God and not on the road
so don't grab the steering wheel while God is in the driver's seat
just be prepared to remain a passenger until the journey is complete
there's no person too insignificant and there's no problem that's too great
God's always on time, He's seldom early but He never arrives late
so just sit back and enjoy the road trip that is your life
and place all in the hands of your mechanic Jesus the Christ
don't worry if you get a flat Father God has a spare in the back
and don't worry if you run out of gas the Holy Ghost has a full spiritual flask
and don't fret if you happen to a make a wrong turn
just consider it a lesson in life that you've learned
don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the SUV
just make sure you have on your seat belt for the road of life tends to be bumpy
you won't need a navigational system nor a GPS
just trust in God to steer you safely through all of your mess
don't worry about the insurance and you've already passed inspection
just don't try to be a back seat driver and give God any directions
the road of life may twist and turn down some valleys and over some dales
but as long as you stay prayerful you might miss that exit going to hell
and if you get stuck in traffic there's no need to feel overwhelmed
be anxious over nothing remember God is at the helm
so hand over the keys to your life and let God take the wheel
and believe He will guide you towards those eternal Elysian Fields
so don't grab the steering wheel while Father God is driving the van
He'll get you to your final destination according to His master plans
Does wisdom not call meanwhile?
Does discernment not lift up her voice?
On the hilltop on the road,
On the crossways she takes her stand;
Beside the gates of the city,
At the approaches to the gates she cries aloud,
O men! I am calling to you;
My cry goes out to the sons of men;
You ignorant ones! Study discretion
And you fools, come to your senses!
Listen! I have serious things to tell you,
Rom my lips come honest words
My mouth proclaims the truth
Wickedness is hateful to my lips.
All the words I say are right
Nothing wasted in them, nothing false
All straightforward to whom who understands
Honest to those who knows what knowledge means.
Accept my discipline rather than silver
Knowledge in preference to pure gold.
For wisdom is more precious than pearls,
And nothing else is so worthy of desire.
A GREAT THING GIVEN FROM OUR FATHER WAS,
A WORLD WITH BLUE SKYIES,BLUE OCEANS, ANIMALS, TREES, SUNLIGHT, FOOD, PEACE,
HARMONIOUSLY LIVING TOGETHER ; IN PERFECT COMPANIONSHIP.
GOD THE FATHER DIDN'T STOP THERE, HE GAVE US
THE ULTIMATE GREATEST GIFT ANYONE
COULD EVER GIVE; WHEN HE ; BLEW THE BREATHE OF LIFE INTO ADAM'S NOSTRILS.
GOD DIDN'T STOP THERE THOUGH, HE PROVIDED ADAM WITH A GARDEN OF GLORIOUS
BEAUTY AND PERFECTION.
SHORTLY AFTER THE LORD GOD ASK ADAM "WHAT IS WRONG ADAM"? ADAM REPLIED I
FEEL LONELY, I WISH I HAD A COMPANION".
QUIETLY GOD THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT ADAM
HAD SAID; AND PUSHING HIS FEELINGS ASIDE,
HE PUT ADAM INTO A DEEP SLEEP
AND MADE A COMPANION FOR HIM.
FLESH OF MY FLESH, BONE OF MY BONE,
AND THEN GOD TOOK A RIB FROM ADAM AND GAVE IT TO EVE.
AFTERWARDS GOD SAT ADAM AND EVE DOWN AND EXPLAINED
TO THEM THAT ONLY ONE THING
THEY WERE FORBIDDIN TO DO AND THAT WAS TO EAT FRUIT
FROM THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE OF GOOD AND EVIL;
FOR THEY WOULD SURLY DIE.
A god that will never die who will live for ever throughout eternity. My savior who will
never die or cease from not be. A constant reassurance of eternal destiny. I don't
have to worry or cry from loosing him, he will live for ever therefore never betraying
me. Thus, I am happy because he will never stop loving me. Now, I want to live till
death expires me.
we're now in the midst of the Holy season known as Lent
forty days and nights of sacrifice as a way to repent
a time for us to try and get a little closer to God
a time to fast, to give up something we hold dear to our hearts
we're in the age of technology with Facebook, Twitter and texting
the way people now communicate has become somewhat vexing
always with the I-Pods, I-Pads, cel phones and e-mail
time to talk to eveyone but God who only requires knee-mail
when Jesus encountered the Tempter after His time of fasting
He had a wilderness experience that would be forever lasting
hungry and tired from all those challenges He had to face
now waiting on the word of God to fall perfectly in place
the Tempter said "if You're the Son of Man make bread out of these stones"
Jesus replied " that man does live by bread alone
but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God"
the spiritual Soul Food that will forever nourish our hearts
the Daily Bread that overflows into our spiritual cups
the Word of God, the Soul Food that will forever lift us up
as that was then and this is 2010
it's time to come out of the wilderness my friend
we all have moments of frustration, heartache and pain
we need to come out of the wilderness and by God be made whole again
to face down the devil and the temptation He'll put in your way
now resistant to sin and no longer by the Enemy to be swayed
to partake of God's Soul Food which will guide us to all truths
to trust in God and do whatever His word asks of you
to call on God and know that He will always have your back
now full of His Soul Food and on the right spiritual track
knowing that it's now all under God's control
now fed and nourished by His Spiritual Food for your soul
When we were born we were too small to look after ourself,
since God couldnt be everywhere with us,
he made sure we were well protected and nurtured
God made sure that our demands get fullfilled,
every liitle wish was granted
we were showered with tons of love
so God created parents.
our creators,our lifeline
to protect us when we were tiny
when we could hardly understand things,
when we were learning to speak who would understand everything we tried to speak.
when we started slowly to talk they would understand the power of silence and helps us out..
to fix things when we were small that might break or fall
or simply to hold us when we would fall.
God knew we'd need somebody..
someone who would love us unconditionally,
someone who would show our mistakes and still stand for us
someone who would be gentle,
who will listen to our dreams and help those dreams come true
someone who would teach us to be brave and understand our fears and help us
they would switch roles either be our friend and stand for us through thick and thin
so thank you God for being so kind for giving such a wonderful gift.
Have you ever had, Dark Visions? I have,when I was seven or eight
I had a dream one night, That was a nightmare, so vivid and so frightful
fear so intense, I wet the bed. My Father wore a badge and I told him what
happened, and with much insistence we phoned the local authorities. ( Which he knew all of
them) My Dark Vision was of an Airplane a jetliner, on fire, going down.
I saw the flames, faces, colors and style of clothes. I heard screams, pleas to God for
help and prayers. When I woke up I was praying too, in a wet bed. Two days later the FBI
knocked at my door, with questions after questions until they were satisfied. I felt
berated and alone. Thank God for my Dad. Then it hit me their last words to my Father," If
we have any more questions about the accident we'll contact you" it..it..was real, it
really happened. My Dark Vision,,For thirty years I kept my Visions to myself, until one
day at work a friend of mine Marjie came to me and asked me if I saw things, things I
can't explain. I was floored, dumbfounded. I didn't answer. She said" I sense you had a
Vision and saw something you can't explain" How could she know? I said " What do you
mean"? " I sense you had a dream that is troubling you, because it was more than a dream"
Gig's up, so I told her. She told me to write it down always write it down, So I did and
let her see it. 3 days later she came to me with a VCR tape, we were alone in the TV room,
so we played it. Suddenly in an instant I was flooded with the whole Vision, everything I
saw and heard. Shamefully a puddle formed on the floor at my feet, as I shook. Everything,
the Bus, the explosions, faces, the Soldier, the old man in the beret, The red headed
woman in the yellow dress and hat. It was in Israel. She had taped it from the news the
night before, the day it happened. 2 days after my Dark Vision.Now at 48 with many
conversations with my Priest and Spiritual adviser, I realize, what I thought a curse, is
actually a Gift From God. Because I am praying with them in my Dark Visions, I am helping
them. One thing I always remember from them is I tell them God is waiting for you, every
time. Then I wake up.
I believe my being there has brought some comfort to those souls as their end is near.
That comforts me! God does work in mysterious ways..He has in me with...
My Dark Visions!