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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! 

Copyright © JAMES HEATH | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse | |

LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity

Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Divine Intervention

They said he would grow out of it,
All night I’d listen to his cough,
His nose dripped and wouldn’t turn off,
When it got bad, he would vomit.
The doctors wouldn’t promise
Their treatments would pay off,
After years, they acted a little lost
When he showed almost no progress.

I kept praying for his healing,
Suddenly, good news without question, 
Test results showed normal breathing,
The doc said, “Stop the medicine!”
I’m still reeling from the feeling,
That, my friends, is divine intervention.

*This poem is based on true events.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

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Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

A Doctor's Prayer

#Doctor #medicine #Christian #Prayer

Lord this is my prayer as a doctor each and every day... 
Help me to always help someone in some meaningful way
Let me not wounds others already hurting with lackadaisical words today
Lace my tongue with mercy I earnestly pray

Guide me each moment so that my therapeutic footsteps do not falter
Help me so that at least one person's pain I may with your healing power alter
Direct my mind to industriously take in every important detail
Assist me to stay optimistic and resolute even when I fail

Take control of these hands so they may do impressive works
Give me the patience of a saint to solve the things that do irk.
Aid me to remember that I am human but together we can accomplish much
Guide my hands to always provide the most gentle and compassionate touch

Remind me every day lest I forget the reason I became a physician 
Help me remember there are more important things than my commission
Guide my lips when I speak to a patient regarding their condition
Let me rejoice with a grateful heart when I can say the word remission

Lord let me never forget the importance of each of the duties I perform
Let me never become so prideful that I overlook the lives we can transform
Lord help me to remember how important a smile can be
To someone who feels hopeless and afraid and is looking to me

Copyright © Valerie Cochrane | Year Posted 2014

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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 



Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

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Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.

Copyright © Nya Johnson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

DREAM WORLD

In the dream world where reality becomes a fantasy 
And fantasy becomes reality.

The impossible is made possible and death becomes no threat. Mountains turn to a plain ground and are surmountable.

In the dream world I can do the impossible and see the invincible. I can spread my wings, soar and fly through the clouds reaching the altitude of my fortune and destiny.

In the dream world I am unstoppable and unquestionable, conquering all my adversaries. The treasures of this world are at my disposal, kings and kingdoms are my subjects.

In the dream world wishes don’t count but choices are made. That is why I have made the choice to have you as mine forever. In my dream world where there is no pain but gain, no distress but fortress, no cross but crown.

Copyright © Raphael Adegoke | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

Relationships between ethnicity and health risks


Certain diseases seem to be more prevalent in some races than others
So with no other issues in your family health care history
You still may have risk factors for several diseases
Just by belonging to a particular ethnic group

African Americans
Have an increased risk for diabetes
Insulin resistance
Have the highest heart-disease risk for high blood pressure

Asian American
Have an increase risk for osteoporosis (especially women)
Caucasians
Have an increase risk of osteoporosis (especially women)

Litinos
Have an increase risk for diabetes
Insulin resistance
Are over 6x more likely to develop kidney disease if diabetic

Native Americans
Have an increase risk for diabetes
Insulin resistance
6x more likely to develop kidney disease if diabetic

2022015

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Burlesque | |

So I am Here

Ok so now that I am here, what do I do? Do I keep going. Do I fly around. Am I sure I am here. Everything is still the same except that, this, and maybe a little bit of that too but I am sure that is normal with life though. So I am searching for the question to the answer of my first question. Yes I am. So now normalities. What is normal? Blue is normal to us under a bright light, green shines better. Which one is real? Choose one. Let us say both. Both is not an option. Let us opt out. Done. Now if we can opt out of the question, why have'nt you?

Copyright © greg bell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE


As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com

Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack | Year Posted 2013

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Need for healing hands

Need of healing hands.
Dear God,
  Lay your healing hands on those that need.
May your hands take what's wrong away.
Don't shy away from this call.
We all pray for their needs.
Lay your hands on the sick 
And take the pain from them to fix.
Lay your healing hands on their head.
Bless them as we pray in your name 
Amen.

Copyright © Harold Hunt sr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet | |

To A Child Who Has A Disorder

Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from  you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.

Copyright © Brittany Carroll | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013

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Awakening

Are we awake or are we still sleeping?
Blind to the hurt, and deaf to the weeping.
Ashamed of religion and supportive of the new,
Aware of the lies and hidden from what’s true. 

Worship the evil and turn away the pure,
Developing disease with an unknown cure.
Starving the poor and overfeeding the wealthy.
Killing the sick and drugging the healthy. 

Going to war for some kind of power,
Building tall structures over all types of flower.
Cutting the trees and polluting the air,
All out of greed, with no sort of care. 

Turning us against our own, 
And help from up above.
Making us beings of hate,
Instead of ones of love. 

Demonizing the mystic,
Criticizing the wise.
Making our own family members,
Into people that we despise.

Awaken to the torment, 
Be aware of all the pain. 
Those who are misleading,
And claiming that we are insane.

Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Were You There

Were you there
when we nailed health culture
to the cross?

Weren't you there?
I thought we were all there!
Wasn't that our Big Bang of an Idea?

Let's just forgive each other for all that angry history
of hurt and loss and painful suffering,
torture and lapses into extermination of subpopulations
based on quite a list of characteristics,
gender and sexuality, age, religion,
occupation, attire, 
placement of domicile within v without walls
of acquisitive EgoAnthro-possession,
and on and on....
Then too we have all that slavery,
adding commodification to the domestication
of our value for healthy human mindbodies.

So, yes, the nail of Angry Cultural Climate
pierces Left's deductive memory screaming past
irrationally unacceptable tolerance
of collective cognitive-affective dissonance
when we are invited into Easter's new-life resonance
of regenerative health trends.

But, I also thought we were all there 
in our more global RNA-centered Right Yin MindBody,
terrified of AnthroEgo's biosystemic culture
of climatic transitions toward timeless demise.
How could YHWH continue to be Father
to Son's Becoming
and yet let His beloved EgoSon die?

Did we misunderstand something about our shared
"child of YHWH" status?
Might we be our Father's first RNA Creation Story,
told and retold through bicameral beating
and breathing
and noticing dipolarity of Time's Him/Her Self-regeneratively
healthy evoluting climate?

I thought our primal crucifixion story
was our co-redeeming health and safety self-perpetuation narrative
of love as synergetic therapy
for angry history
and fear of future shortage of YHWH-Time CoPresent;
you know, the hellfire and brimey damnation scenarios
all the way through
"I never have enough quality time for myself" plot-lines,
long-reiterated issues
and dismay and decay
and all negatively correlated
with healthy, regenerate YHWH-flow
of Time's co-arising Positive trends
(notnot negative, and binomial/bilateral, equivalent),
eating and sleeping, 
communing in generous nutritional climates.

So, how do we get to this true Easter cultural climate
without first getting ourselves down
off that Left-brain over-dominant cross?

I suppose this  is where the Right-brain comes in,
concave and dipolar-temporal recessive tomb,
embracing Ego-purgation.
But, you know, I find it a whole lot easier
to trust it feels and is much safer,
perhaps even a bit relaxing and contenting,
to purge my lungs
when I know we have plenty of fresh nutrition,
healthy cultural climate
to breathe right back in again.

Left-Right bicameral ecoconscious Evolutionaries,
Permaculturist Bodhisattva Warriors,
EcoTherapists and Occupiers,
Medicine Care Optimizers and 7-Generation Sustainers,
PolyPathic Mystics of Revolutioning Peace,
New ZeroInterest Investors
and Lifestyle Mentors and Teachers,
Cooperative Networkers and Game Designers,
it's PostMillennial Time
to design an Easter
cooperative economics
with polycultural politics
actively co-networking Communion!

We keep telling ourselves
this same creation Easter story
every year.
You can't spring Easter season
of new cooperative healthy growth outcomes
without first investing
decompositional temporal-dialectic analysis time
in tomb of winter.
And, you can't dwell within this purgative-embryonic tomb
as womb,
without first letting yourself fall down from all those angry crosses
and using them to devise
primal permacultural mapping strategies
for next year's WinWin health and equity outcomes
this climatic summer of Time's DiPolar Diastasis.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Canzone | |

Wounded Generation

(Dedicated to the parents of special needs children & children diagnosed with behavioral disorders)

To choice parents of this generation,
I tell you without reservation,
Plague has struck the innocence of your child—
Born to be languishing, enfeebled, or wild.

Remorse and melancholy rises in me,
One part sympathy; one part empathy,
We don’t deride, criticize, or blame,
We champion your praiseworthy campaign.

Your encumbrance suspended before all,
All that’s evil betting on your fall,
Rosemary’s baby matured and smacked us,
No upright thing will assuage his malice.

Mothers, we espouse your albatross,
Let all creation see you bear your cross.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

HEALING

no more adding insults to the injuries;
for now is the time of healing,
no greater comfort than under wings.
no more sacrifices;
for by His stripes,
we are new in every morning,
rejuvenated and healed with new mercies,
not just physically but spiritually, too.
time to trade your sorrow to joy;
cause there's relief in every new mourning,
shelter in every storm,
solutions in every weaknesses.
answers born in every convictions and goals;
that through trials and sufferings,
He has greater plans for His glory.

Copyright © Donn Ronquillo | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet | |

My heartfelt thanks to a fascinating person I did not know contest

Was in1967 that this wonderful man
Performed an operation that no one else can.

Because of this man my heart can be healed
My undying gratitude is surely signed and sealed.

His work has helped  hundreds of sufferers
To  lead a near normal life  of many years.

To this man I raise my glass, been thinking very hard
How do you say thank you, to Dr Christian Barnard.

Your expertise has been shown and taught in distant parts
Now surgeons  have the knowledge to mend such broken hearts .

When he retired from this work his planned to end his days
Living in Austria to wind down, relax and golf to play

Whilst on holiday in Paphos after he had retired
Died at the poolside  of a heart attack, a good life expired.


Dedicated to Dr Christian Barnard, the man whom in South Africa  carried out the first human  to human heart transplant..

Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

A Blessing of Thanks

It is Thanksgiving
So all I will say
Is I wish to give thanks 
For these blessings today.

For all what’s around me
So I don’t feel alone
Where there’s understanding and love
The blessing of home.

And there’s the blessing of friends
For standing by me
The gift I so cherish
Is their loyalty.

And even with riches
I couldn’t buy it with wealth
So I thank God I am well
For I’m blessed with good health.

“So I wish you all well
And thank you for listening
God bless you today and have
A Happy Thanksgiving!”

Brenda Elizabeth Rose

Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic | |

Influence by Christian Cepeda 7th grade

Intoxication.....good or bad?
Not good if you're intoxicated or under the influence of alcohol. My
Future is important to me. Young ones,
Little ones, old ones. The
United States should be drug and alcohol free,
Even if it takes a lifetime.
No one should ever do drugs or become intoxicated.
Change can happen but it starts with you!
Everyone can make a difference.

Copyright © Lynette Munich | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet | |

Humble for my own sake

I do not turn the other cheek,
so you can boast in my defeat,
I do not love my enemies
with but a smile, but earnestly,
I humble my once proud heart
in hopes to reach maturity.
Ive had my share of battles fought,
and scars to show for lesson taught
still no reason conceit
will ever I pursue or seek.

I do bless when others curse
to show my weakness with remorse
but I becomes a broken horse.
Following my master's righteous course.
I find no joy in any pain
but I pursue knowledge to gain
an ever steadfast path in life
not dictated by my strife,
so I do none of these for you
but for my certain peace of mind
that when I'm struck down by another
my heart still knows how to be kind.

Copyright © Naldeem Bout | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

A Prayer of Healing

A prayer of hope, for healing and restoration 
Many are praying for you
When our God answers. a grand celebration
There will be for you

So hold on tight, keep up the fight
 because soon you will see the light, soon you will be alright
He will wipe away every tear from your eyes 
So don’t listen to the enemy’s lies
 Let nothing but the peace of God, dwell in your mind

There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain
Only the soft sound and embrace of healing rain

Because He is making everything new, 
and His words are trustworthy and true
And as you remain in Him, His word remains in you
And His word will bring  you through

Until then we keep on praying for you, child of God
We lift you before Him, in our hearts and thoughts
So keep fighting, keep strong
Better days are coming, It won’t be long

Copyright © Roland Fleming | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose | |

My Blood

MY BLOOD
By Curtis Johnson

A motorized blood bank came to our church today, and I decided to donate blood.
I don't know if her needle was too soft or whether my skin was too tough, but the first lady that attended to me in the mobilized blood bank initially had difficulty in pricking my fingers for blood.  She apologized for having to poke me more than once.  As she continued, she said to me that my gift of blood would be saving two lives, and I was happy about that. She finally was able to get a small amount of blood for her preliminary test.  She then took my blood pressure and said that I had a good reading, and I was happy about that too.  The first phase was over, and off to the next step I went.

I was led to a reclining seat and asked about my food intake for the day.  It was then about 12: 45PM, and I indicated to her that I had only consumed coffee up to that point. That fact appeared to not be good, and I was not happy about that.  She then gave me a bottle of water to drink.  After the water intake, apparently she was ready to draw a pint of blood from my body.

She then gave me an object to squeeze to put pressure on my blood vessels. There-after, she fitted the needle on my arm and put it into my vessel to draw blood.  The blood drawing for 1 pint had begun, which took 6 minutes.  As she performed these tasks, I became inquisitive and had two questions for her.

My first question pertained to the quantity of blood in my body.  She informed me that there is 1 pint of blood for every 10 lbs. , which means I should have about 17 pints of blood in my body.  As the blood was being drawn from my body, I then suggested that I might be a slow bleeder, not having a clue about what rate the blood should exit the body.  She then said to me, “No, actually you are a fast bleeder”.  Her tone indicated that such rate was also good, and I was happy about that. There were no more questions from me, except that I needed clarification on something she said as she was giving me some final instructions before leaving.

She repeated to me the instruction that, in order for my 1 pint of blood to be built back up in my body, I should not miss any meals.  I understood her, and 8 days later as  write this story, I am doing just fine.

I do not remember the pastor's sermon, nor do I have any notes of the service today.  But I did learn a few things today about me and my blood, as a result of my blood donation.
Cj08062015 (This happened about two years ago)

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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The Miracle of Marilyn

This story will tell of God’s little miracles
Revealed through the kindness of a friend
But now Lord, it’s she that’s in dire need
So Father please I ask a miracle for Marilyn.

The first of times I most needed her
Never once did I ever have to ask
She lifted me up when I was down
And stole my tears so I would laugh.

And when I felt shamefully weak
For fear of failure or always being wrong
She said, “To be wrong can be alright
And remember it’s the fear that isn’t strong!"

And most of all she lovingly taught
That with God’s acceptance I’ll always be
More tolerant of others and myself
Because finally, I can love me.

“If miracles are heavenly creations
Of God’s most blessed love
Then Marilyn you have your miracle
Because this is what you are made of!”

Brenda Elizabeth Rose

Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015

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The Resurrection

It is not the case that Jesus ever physically rose from the dead,
Only that he was spoken of as alive afterwards by his followers, 
Because his offer of medical treatment to the poor stood, the fed, 
As it was obvious that it was moral to validate such behaviours. 

John had seen a beggar with a bloody leg and attended quickly, 
But he was spat on by rich by-passers who would loose status; 
They would have to sacrifice the prestige of their visit specifically, 
That doctor’s visit just for them as part of life in the wealthy stratus.

Because he had been Jesus’s best friend he looked up and replied,  
“Jesus is risen,” and that communicated his stalwartness and resilience, 
That Jesus’ principle was not going to go away as just one man’s tide,
But that his friends and the apostles were set on continuing his brilliance. 

And Andrew who’d been a fisherman before he’d befriended Jesus, 
Knew all the kids of most of the other fishermen, and some were sick, 
And because Jesus had taught him medical practises as there was a fuss,
Andrew made their children better in one and posited Jesus would stick. 

But their neighbours chided him and scoffed, obviating them as poor, 
Not entitled to a doctor’s time, and not entitled to free health care, 
So Andrew emphasised that these people were his friends, the lure,  	
And that he was no scare but that he would himself by ignorance scare. 

The intelligensia of the time, or the prophets, had predicted Jesus resurrection, 
Not his actual one, but just as a euphemism for Jesus’ power after his death;
When people said “I believe in Jesus!” or claimed that he was risen in dedication: 
They asserted it by their acts and so could claim the resurrection in a breath. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

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Economics of Deity

Deifying a great teacher
is also a great way to make some money,
to establish a newly commodified market
selling redemption from fear and ultimate failure.

I find Jesus of Nazareth's gospel message richly nutritious
compelling and resonant
when I have full co-empathic faith
that he taught a Way for all individual humans,
and historical-cultural collectives,
to ecoconsciously comprehend life
as love
as co-arising sacred/humane hybrid compost
for eternal health and safety
of Earth's co-creation,
Trees of PolyNomial Life as Not-Not PolyNomial Death
reversing Life as Time-ReGeneration.

This view, however, is a profoundly inclusive version
of our co-operative Golden Rule,
and its DoubleReverse Corollary,
"Be not as you would not have others
co-arisingly become, intend, and operate
with you."

While this is deeply rich wisdom
about our divinely humane opportunity and risk,
this wisdom can only optimize with multisystemic inclusive intention
and will to co-evolve our own-with-others' redemption
within each EcoPresent Moment of life as full-elational
co-empathic love.

Development of empathic love
grows cooperative inclusive political economics
of discernment and choice-making,
planning and development,
which cannot work effectively,
with optimal confluence and resonance,
within an overly commodified,
deductively divided,
anthrocentric competitive market,
driven by bottom line fear of death
as loss of timeless ecopresent now,
rather than a regenerative rebirthing
ecosystemically functional
reverse-embryonic process
back into diastatic co-elational TransParent nest
from which bilateral Gods of Light and Dark Time emerged.

Jesus as God.
Perhaps only possible
when Time is Cosmological CoMessianic Present,
which is at hand,
now as always,
cooperating our slow-growth political power relationships
as co-arising economic transactions of health
as Beloved CoMessianic Community wealth.

Wealth of deification
0-soul centers
within health of polyculturing ego/eco humanity.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016