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Birth, in a Quiet Room

“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature 
crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is it!”
     The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and 
holding.
     “Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.”
     The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal.
     It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done. 
     It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope.    
     It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. 
     It was the only feeling that existed. 
     They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe.
     This was her child –
     her son.
     And she was his mother.

     (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many 
eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the 
only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this 
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; 
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.)
     
“It’s a boy.” she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like 
she’d known it all along. “My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; 
tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. “He’s perfect.” 
     She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. “Look at 
your feet – they’re huge!”
     And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of 
her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi.
I’m your mama.” He smiled at her. He knew. He’d known it all along. “And I’ll love you 
forever…”
     The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to 
eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room.
     


*Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother 
who has graced this sacred room.


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Never A Lonesome Dove

Never A Lonesome Dove

I'm so tired and so weary but never a lonesome dove
I've always tried to fit in where ever I visit of,

On many unknown varsities I'll gloriously be only me
So very humble as if I were only a little bee,

Where ever I hang my baseball cap or even my cowgirl hat, oh as socially as I see
How can some of these people can never go an extra mile happily?

Why cannot some of these people; I've worked hard all my life
I've always kept a firm resolution, to be happy with whatever I do in strife,

In some increment of devices, some people all keep in upbeat veiled faces
When all I want is heavenly angels to wear or initialize true traces,

Of no antagonistic histrionics of devious identities crisis
I'm only a mere country kind of gal; that has no negative abnormal-analysis,

In many destitute places I do love writing or whatever I do think of
I'm so tired and so weary but never a lonesome dove,

I'm so tired and so weary but never a lonesome dove
I’m so tired and so weary but never a lonesome dove.

Written: Nov. 20, 2014
Eve T. M. Carter


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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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The Meadow

I'm always there, in that place that doesn't mean a thing to anyone but me. A far away 
meadow where I don't have to hide all the happiness of a young girls heart. One that has 
been ripped apart, so many times. I stare at all the beautiful flowers and trees of my 
surroundings and let the wind gently rustle my hair. I close my eyes taking in all these 
wonderful things, as I lie on the cool grass. My body mixes in with the air, and I'm blowing 
past natures statues and creatures galore. I stop at the edge of a nearby pond, my body 
floating softly to the ground as an eagles feather. I look deep into the sparkling image that 
makes me who I am. I gracefully touch the water with my fingertips and let the water 
shimmer like the stars. A white unicorn grazing near the freshly harvested hay, called out to 
me. It approached me as I stood, and nuzzled my arm. I brushed its silk coat and burrowed 
my face against her cool cheek. This is the reason I come to this place. To interact with the 
things not known or believed in their world. Its just my own, my sound and the behind 
scenes of my eyes. It's calm and peaceful, which their world is far from. I'm the only one with 
the doorway to this meadow. I love going there, it's like a blanket that warms its comfort 
over me when I need it the most. And when I get there, my feelings are a boat sailing to 
sea, leaving me filled with perfect serenity. I'll always be there, till the end of all life, and I 
know this lovely meadow will never be replaced.


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Old Pet

 I remember a riding pony I had as a lad which was born blind. A filly she was born during an 
Arkansas blizzard and we did not know that she was blind at first for we kept our horses in our 
barn for several days because of the winter storm. We all had fallen in love with her by the time 
we learned she was blind and could not bear to put her down. I remember training her to ride 
after she was mature enough and I named her “Pet” for she was my riding pony.
 
 We spent many happy days together riding inside the green pastures. 
I remember she never refused to let me ride her even the first time. And she learned very 
quickly to respond to my voice and she trusted in every command that I gave her. 
I would say, “easy Pet” when we would come to rough terrain or an eroded ditch in the 
pasture. She would slow to a careful walk, in response to my voice.
 
 I would ride her down into the lower part of the pasture to the creek in hottest part of the day. 
Pet could of course smell the water and when she would come near the bank of the creek I 
would again say, “easy Pet” and she would respond by slowing to a snail’s pace down the steep 
bank. 

 Pet would wade out about belly depth into the water where she would drink her fill of the cool 
clear water. And I would use her back as a diving board launch and swim to my heart’s delight. 
After she was through drinking I would climb on her back again and give her head to her and 
she would trot to the barn where she knew I would give her treats, such as carrots, apples, 
sugar cubes and so on. 

 I remember I never did have the heart to make her run full speed as 
I supposed that her blindness was burden enough in her life for her to bear. 
It is said of truth that one gets to keep in heaven those things of this life that were loved sufficiently. 
I know that my beloved Pet shall be my precious playmate again in the heavenly ethereal of the Spirit.

 Pet lives on even now in the depths of my childhood memories. Her loving low neighs as she 
approached me by smell, and her nuzzles into my pocket for the sugar cubes she knew would 
always be there for her. In heaven I shall see my Pet again, and this time she will see me, 
maybe for the first time.    

For and in honor of Carol Brown
and Contest.


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DEMONS ALSO CRY

DEMONS ALSO CRY

Beyond the crave for death
All I sought was first,
Weep-not my newborn soul
Where fireflies shine lighter than the lamps
And fishes swam faster than their homes
Like  trampled troubled tramps,
Then, demons also cry.

Groans and moans of pain,
Down they roam like rain
Memories sparked with flashes of feisty flare
For all that is left is nothing but darkness
Piercing the thread of our bond
That even angels dare not dare
Then, demons also cry

Here, days brimmed with sadness
To miscarriage of nights darkness
That even birds glide backward
And when asked why, we say, its nature to nurture
Conscience lye frozen in muss, has God punished us?
Que sera, sera and all go wayward,
Then, demons are also crying
						By Tutuola michael


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He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


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Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


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We Are There With You

You do not stand alone in your Battle
Your battle is our Battle
We may not be there in body
But we are there with you in Spirit

We are there in every beat of your Heart
In every whisper of the wind
In every thought and every touch
Every breath and every sound
We are there with you

You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love
In every link we each send you a part of us
We send you some of our Strength
Some of our will to Fight
Some of our Courage
The most important of them all
We send you all of our Love

If you feel you need more
Just give that Endless chain a little tug
And we'll be there
Tug til you need us no more
Then we'll know you've gone Home
 


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5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's Day. Sadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.


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The Morning Star

The Morning Star
By Nate Spears
                                
There’s clarity in the depths on my deepest thought
I’m never blind to a world of darkness
I’m challenged by whatever in time
Defeated by my ambition in others

Close to my last day
But far from my last night
And I’m light years away
From my very last fight
 
The actions of the man
Creates the path of his life
The absence of the man
Restrains his rights
The mentality of a man
Saves the day he's granted 
The intent of the man
Leads him the way the earth has planned it


 So feel my rose as it fades 
Feel my pedals bring a new days
As I sprout beyond the stars
To a galaxy that stands out
The route brings the creation to light
After the day 
After the night
After the darkness
After my arrival 
The morning is tainted
The day is seen in a human’s eye 
Sight has been sinful before and after
You and I
This is the heart filled reason
For the birth Christ.


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Don't Leave Me

I can't imagine being alive without you
I can't imagine what it will be like when your gone
I don't know what I'll become without you
Maybe I'll just run
Run away from everything and leave everyone behind
Maybe I'll find a way to be close to you
Because I won't believe you died 
My heart will ache so much more 
Tears will always run
My eyes will hold the wisdom 
That you bestowed upon me young
And my recklessness will be noticeable
People will wonder why
Why am I running when the person I needed most died
How can I face my life when I can't do anything right
I won't believe you have gone away
When God decides to take you
I'll still come by your house and always expect an answer
I Love You Gamma
You Taught Me About My Heritage  
Please Remember Me When God Takes You
Please Guide Me In the Right Way


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This Man Called Jesus

THIS MAN CALLED JESUS


Hey, Caiaphas! What do you think of this Man called Jesus
Well, now that you mention it, I think it's time that He died
Perhaps we can devise a plot to have Him crucified

Let's talk to Pontius Pilate and see what he has to say
I'll bet he will help us get rid of this aggravating Man
But we must devise a real solid foolproof plan

How about some false witnesses to tell a few lies
Yes, that just might do it, so round up a few
We can bribe them easily – they'll know what to do

That sounds good enough to rid us of Him
And one of His friends, Judas is his name
Will betray Him for silver and take all the blame

Why didn't we think to do this sooner
I had thought of it, but I feared it wouldn't go well
But I can't see any reason why this plan should fail

So the plot was formed and soon carried out
He was crucified, dead and buried, but arose after three days
Ascended into Heaven, to come again and judge mankind’s ways

Have you given any thought concerning eternal life
You've been given a choice – what will your choice be
It's either Heaven or hell for eternity

What do you think of this Man called Jesus
Will you accept Him as Lord and serve Him alone
Or die in your sins before all hope is gone


	Curtis Moorman
	19 January 2013


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Mission

Latin mission = sending
Mission is the sending of the Church
Father Christ mandate to all Christians
Proclaim the Gospel in word and deed

So that all men can freely make a decision for Father Christ
But be careful to choose the faith
The effect can be too late or not
Choose wisely which faith is the bridge to heaven

4102013


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As a stranger I met you

As a stranger I met you
Pure and gentle was your appearance
You spoke a touch without words
A breeze so pure like light

As I listened with my eyes
I smelled the taste of beauty beyond honey
What a feeling?
An emotion lost within expressions
An experience of heaven's true Agape

Oh what an experience to share
A beauty whose light can't be gazed
A gift priceless to be bought free
Your touch so perfect to the broken

Yes your name is Love
Your nature perfect in quality and in glory
oh Eden's first language
You're that truth I can't hide 


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The Woes Of Trust

An angel formed from 
lake of purity,a gift to 
mankind-illuminating 
darkest parts of hearts.
A chaste damsel,
untouched rose from the 
garden of the elves.

Sent to earth,made an 
abode in a gentleman's 
heart,whom she 
cherished and loved.

As time travelled,another 
fella whom she trusted 
lured her to un-saintly act
Her pride laid on altar of 
dishonor and infidelity.
Her life she almost 
snuffed,she feared the 
love of her true love 
would be lost. Alas! bond 
of love is indivisible.

Shattered,with a broken 
spirit she tries to mend 
the pieces....on the 
shoulder of her lover she 
leans,hoping to soothe 
her bruised heart.



Note:
A true story,a close 
pretty lady friend of mine 
was raped by her family 
friend yesterday...who 
called her and told her 
his mum was very sick.
She called me and 
confided in me .
Don't know whether to 
encourage her to call the 
police.


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Heaven Shower Me

Heaven Shower Me
By Nate Spears

Tell me something good
Email me if you would
Rather than take a minute
Take my heart 
In a second 
If you could.

I’ll go through hell to reach you
Thank God and the heavens
For letting me meet you
God All Mighty
Lord knows I’ve been seeking you

You’ve been a blessing to my soul
Your heart is as good as gold
Where have you been all my life
Me or no one else knows

But you’re here now
 And I will always adore you
The magnitude of a good woman
Will bring sunshine to any mans morning
I’m just blessed to have had 
The Heaven’s Rains
To shower me on you.


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A Message From Heaven

Where every answer looks so wisely upon us all.
Time there being a matter of no importance,
Where love reigns supreme over mortal ignorance,
As eyes shed only tears of joy in its presence.

Walking always in light that knows no darkness,
Where angels lead the way to eternal happiness.
Standing forever at the side of our Lord,
Where sorrow will never exist again.

Yet how do I know all this is true?
Because my sweet Rebecca has told me so.
For her voice was like no other,
This woman I adore who never lied to me.

Always having held me in the comfort of her truth,
As she does now and will throughout infinity.
My lovely angel with whom God blessed this humbled mortal,
There waiting with Jesus to welcome me home.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn


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Granny And Your last glass of water

He starts singing songs of Ireland and we are home in a jiffy
"What's a jiffy," my mother wonders
"Guess  where we went Granny?"
"I don't know but I have a feeling you are gonna tell me," answers my grandmother
"And Don't call me Granny!"
"We went to church so Poppy could ask secret questions."
"The priest gave Poppy a shot and a beer and Poppy sent me next store and he gave me money for  taffy."
"He told me not to tell anyone especially you about the priest cause it's only for the priests ears."
"He said God would take away taffy and I'd never get another goodie and God would strike me dead if I told."
"So I can't tell anyone."
"He did," and she starts yelling and grabs a weapon,"what kind of idiot would be scaring a little child?"
Granny is standing on  Poppy's toes and and asking him questions of where he'd been and getting a sniff of his breath
"So what did you tell  the priest and him giving you consolation and a shot and beer."
"That little rat ," and thinks about the money for candy
Later, Granny is chasing Poppy with that big iron frying pan and poppy running and singing
"In Heaven they have no beer, that's why we drink it here."
"You damn fool I'm gonna bust you in the head, "and throws the pan at his head
And later
Cousin Francis has bill collectors come to the house looking for him
Granny was four foot seven  inches and she starts kicking him in the shin
My Mother grabs his Dick Tracy hat and she jumps on it and flattens it
I ask my mom where I was when this happened and she pauses
" You were in Heaven Patrick waiting with your brother!"
The truancy officers bang on the door and want to know where Uncle Charles is
Granny shrugs and says, "He is upstairs and the sound of the window going up sounds
They all run upstairs and see Uncle sliding down the tree and running as fast as his
seven year legs can move
He comes home later that evening holding a goose under his arm
And Poppy has a soft-boiled goose egg for breakfast every morning
I ask Uncle what happened to that goose and He said,"one day he came home  and
they had chicken for dinner."
And Poppy was gone to heaven to get me and my brother ready Mom says
And Granny sits my brother and me on her lap and says,"you two knuckleheads listen up."
"This is very important so don't forget it."
"Treat people the way you want to be treated, because you never know who is going to hand you your last glass of water"


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Sharon

A seventeen year old girl, just beginning to bloom,
A lovely young miss who could brighten a room,
Beloved by her parents and by my young son,
Who was beginning to think that she was the one.
The key to his future, still waiting out there
And he hoped she too was beginning to care.

His dreams and her life were abruptly cut down, 
By a terrible accident, no one could have known
Would have happened so quickly on that foggy night.
The futures for both were put out like a light.
Over and over, I know, in his prayers,
He begged God for the future that could have been theirs.

He went on with his life and his loves were mistakes.
He seemed to get more than his share of heartaches.
If she'd been the one to have been his lifemate
And there had not been such an injustice of fate,
I wonder how better his life could have been
If into his future she'd been woven in.

And then as it happened, his own life was cut short
And so many dreams we have had to abort.
It seems like a part of my heart has torn out.
I'm left here to wonder what life's all about.
But he has been given an answer to prayer
And now she and he have God's heaven to share.


Written Feb. 21, 2000


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THE FORIEGNER'S STORY

THE FOREIGNER’S STORY

INTRODUCTORY NOTE TO THE POEM: It is a well known fact that we all shall die eventually, for it is inevitable. God, our creator and the owner of the world created us for a purpose. This purpose He wants us to achieve, so He sent us to the world to do so. The world is a difficult yet an easy place to stay. Back to Him we shall go. To Him we are responsible to. Heaven is our home, the earth isn’t.

On a journey I embarked
Through a dark tunnel
To an unknown world
A world of pains and
Afflictions
A world of joy and
Sorrow
Who am I to challenge him?
Into a foreign land He sent me
A nine month journey I embarked
To the great land.

Into the land I arrived
After a stead fast nine month journey
A weeping arrival I had
Down on my cheeks rolled tears
As I cried bitterly
Who knows?
It might be painful to 
Leave home
Home sweet home.

Into the land I arrived
After a steady fast nine month journey
A joyful arrival I had
Happiness I brought into 
My foreign home
So little I was
Every man joyfully welcomed me
A sweet sad moment.

The hard way I grew
On a rough road I walked
In a difficult world I walked
In a difficult world I lived
	Struggling……
		Working……
			Sweating……
To make ends meet
My master is with me though

A foreigner I am
Back to my home, I’ll return
One day
Having no say
My master is there to decide
My day of return He decides
Back to my home
In the bosom of my master
In the bosom of my father
That day I long for
For this life is a journey
A traveler must surely
Return home
Home sweet home.


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Son of the Morning

Once, he had the most brilliant light
In Heaven, he'd been the star even at night
The most favored, the most beautiful
He never thought one day he'd become a fool

He was always pure, never felt insecure
Until Heaven borne one special creature
And the angels cried, the angels wondered
What would happen if they are no longer favored?

Angels watched as Heaven gave the man a special woman
My beloved one walked away, flame in his hand
Why the special gift for a man made in soil?
That was when anger and envy started to boil

The most beautiful star sat alone in silence
Heaven's in peace, can he dare start a violence?
Yes, he would for the love of Heaven
So he called all his beloved brethren

War would never do good for anyone
He knew from the sight of blood in his hands
And stared at the ground where his brethren laid
From the bloody battle, my beloved angel turned away

His wings unfurled, made of pure Heaven and glory
They were as black as night, magnificent and lovely
He made once last glance as he begun to descend
He knew he made a mistake he could never amend

It was his nature, no other pleasure than flying
But his heart broke knowing that he's falling
He landed to the ground, broken and wounded
Tears from his eyes, he felt ashamed and abandoned

He stood alone in the middle of the night
His wings dimmed, slowly fading its light
For the first time, he felt the rain on his skin
And for the first time, he shivered from the coldness of the wind

He looked up and saw his brethren
Why did they follow him, he's a Fallen
They bowed their heads, still loving him
So he decided, He's Lucifer and no longer the Son of the Morning


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The End Of Space



Have you ever stopped to think There can't ever be an end to space My mind boggles every time I think about it If we assume there is an end Then what would be on the other side Of that wall, that barrier, that whatever Since I was a child that has addled my puny human brain Ever since I was old enough to reason My brain shuts down when this subject crops up I get all sweaty and start calling for my Mommy! The dilemma about the end of space Has been bouncing around in my brain with no answer For as long as I can remember Pleeease if anyone out there can ease my suffering Send me a Soup Mail It would be so much appreciated © Jack Ellison 2014


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Who's To Blame

I feel tenderness in your words
  As you whisper my name
Softness from your sweet lips
  Caressing every inch of my body
Aching for your love; Helplessly I
  Lie awaiting your gentle touch

Take it, here baby, hold it, 
  Caress it with all your love;
For my heart is now yours
  Sent to you from up above.
Can you feel this love?
  
Are we ashamed as we call
  Out each other’s names?
When will we know whose to blame?
  
This love we share will never compare to any other. 
  Side by side, baby, can’t we see we are meant to be?  

Hold onto to me; I’ll hold onto you
  Forever and ever my love, just
    ME And YOU!!

Our souls have met and become one
  No mask can hide the love that’s
Felt deep inside.

Brought here by fate we stand
  Hand and hand at the beginning of
The road that will lead us to
    OUR DESTINY!!

So now baby, we can say, we are not ashamed
  As we call out each other’s names.

You see my love; FATE AND DESTINY
   Will remain the blame!!

We now know this love we have is true, because it
  Is felt between me and you!!


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Circumstances

I walked out in the cold dark icy road,
without a jacket, without a hat,
to help a stranger change a flat;
because of circumstances beyond my control.

I helped a frail frighten lady across the street,
I held her cane, she held my arm,
despite the harried motorists’ blaring horns;
because of circumstances beyond my control.

I bought a hot meal for an alcoholic man,
down on his luck, running out of time,
knowing full well he would drink again;
because of circumstances beyond my control.

I have a heart, I give a damn,
I am just a common ordinary man,
when someone is down I offer a helping hand;
because of circumstances beyond my control.

It could be God, it could be fate,
it could be an inherited trait,
whichever one is driving me, I aid those in need;
because of circumstances beyond my control.


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Magical Carpet Ride



Come fly with me to heaven's door On a magical carpet ride We'll explore the mighty universe Reach the mystical worlds on high We can only guess what secrets lie Beyond the heavenly spheres Another world like ours you say? The answer will finally become clear Travelling through time and outer space Our minds are struck with awe Viewing our planet from worlds afar A shimmering blue and green ball Come fly with me above the stars And view nature's mighty plan Feel the vastness of the heavens above Put it all into place if you can © Jack Ellison 2014


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A Cleansing Touch

  

The morning was calm and cool
After a rainy monsoon night
The wind was playing with everything it can put hands upon
Pushing down and thrashing, making a scene so bizarre
Pretending like the world cup players in the grounds of  Brazil
In this third floor apartment at Kochi, India.

Got up a little late than usual
Walked straight to the front door
To catch hold of the morning newspaper
As if something will happen to the world              
If it is not read on time.

On opening the  front door
Off went the healthy mood as  something unpleasant  awaited  there.
The two big waste buckets, our neighbor’s,
Lying side turned down, wide open,  touching our door.
An ugly sight  seen sometimes, 
Today the naughty monsoon wind had done it.

No! This is something a lady hates to see right in front of the door
Especially in a tranquil morning, like  today’s.
Blue and clear was the view of the sky
But clouds  grey and dark gathered in my mind
Before late it might pour
I feared much.
Let the neighbor come, will  put an end to this
Lapses no more I’ll bear, the last one will be today
Sat on the sofa waiting
For somebody to appear.

Moments passed and  neighbor’s door opened
The youngest of the family came out.
Placing  the first step out,  turned to me with a lovely smile
As though a  bud is slowly turning into full bloom
Then came a  “Hm.." from the little dear
To attract my attention
“Good Morning!’’ What else can I say?
He is our dear Thejus  who came to the world
Only  just three years before.
 
Thejus came to our door, was  still in his nightwear 
Presented me  with a more hearty smile.
Oh! The boy's sparkling eyes noticed something unusual about the buckets
Of which of course  had a little doubt 
Who the owner really is. 
Asked with the innocence only a three year old can own
“This is mine, no?”.”Yes”
“Shall I take it and place it there?” in the sweetest tone of a toddler.
Don’t know to where my ill feelings
Those got  sedimented in the serene morning
Flew away
Feeling ashamed by the little one’s magic touch.
Finishing off all the stains in my heart
More like a machine,  pronounced a “Yeah”
The boy lifted the bins one by one, a little heavy for his age
Placed them in their position and didn't care to turn back
Started playing with his small bicycle
Leaving his grown-up neighbor to reflect over a verse from The Holy Bible,

   "Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, 
ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven".



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How Hard Could it Be Part 1

How hard could it be to take my first step?

“Come to mommy, you can do it.”

“Oh you're home. Hon, look at him go.”

As I take another step, he picks me up.

He hugs me tight but gently and kisses me on the cheek.

I feel so safe, loved and happy. Perhaps that's how it was.

(I really don't remember back that far.)


How hard could it be, my first day at school.

My mom meets me at the front door of the building,

hugs me and says, “How was your first day? Did you have fun today?”

He comes home after a hard day at work and mom says,

“Hi Hon, it was Den’s first day of school.”

He picks me up in his strong arms and says,

“I knew you could do it.” A hug and a kiss on the cheek.


How hard could it be to learn how to drive a car or a truck?

“Den, come with me. Let's take a short ride down the road.”

We both climb up into Dad's blue 1955 Chevy pickup.

He stops on the back road, gets out, comes around and says, “Scoot over. It's

your turn.”

I start the engine, push in the clutch, shift and we start out slowly.

I'm nervous, I speed up, clutch in, shift again.

Oh crap, I shifted into reverse, truck stopped abruptly and backfired.

Dad looks at me, “But you did it.“ He hugs me, a kiss on the cheek.


How hard could it be to go away to college?

I'm so glad she has a phone so I can call my mom and dad.

“Hi Den, how are things going? You've got a B average.

That's great. I knew you could do it. I love you, see you soon.”

“You met a girl? What's her name? Wow, see you soon. I love you”

“You want to marry her? Big step; in Holland? Okay, we love you.”

How hard could it be to have a family?

“Oh, it's a girl. Mireille, that's a nice name.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“Another girl, Michelle, that's a nice name too.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“You finally had a boy, Michael, good choice.” Hug and a kiss.

Birthdays, holidays, weekends, visits back and forth, phone calls.

He loves them all, unconditionally. Hugs and kisses all around.


How hard could it be as life goes on?

He watches them grow up, get married and have children.

He loves them all, unconditionally, hugs and kisses all around.

We take short trips and mom and Dad go with us now and then.

We go camping and mom and Dad visit us now and then.

Every time you left, hugs and kisses all around. Always, “See you soon.”


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hello Jesus I'm Johnny Cash

                         
                         hello Jesus I’m Johnny Cash
                         its been a long and winding dusty road
                         that I have traveled to get here
                         I know that I have stepped off 
                         the right path a few times in my life
                         but I have known and loved you since 
                         I was just a little boy
                         I really hope that that counts for something
                         in my life I have tried to do the best I can
                         to help and be of comfort to my fellow man 
                         by my deeds and my songs 
                         the talent that you gave to me
                         I pray I have used it well and made you proud
                         singing for my supper in the beginning was not easy for me  
                         one of the greatest gifts that I ever received from you
                         and I believe that you had something to do 
                         with finding the love of my life my wife June
                         I thank you for that gift that changed me for the better
                         June was the wind beneath my wings
                         I have always known she was an angel 
                         from heaven you sent to me
                         I stand before you at the gates of heaven 
                         a humble man with hat in hand
                         my hope is that you will let me into heaven
                         and be invited to join your band

                        
                         
                         
                         
                         
                       
                        
                         
                       
                          
                        
                         
                        
                         
                        
                  
                         
            


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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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HEAVEN

You offered me a
false paradise
When I am dead
You offered me
Utopia
But my world
Was hell instead
And when I leave
this earth
Knowing this to be
true
That my seeds have
inherited iniquities
And pestilence in
full
You stand on the
pulpit
Propagating lies
And you do not
deceive me
Because I have eyes
You plunder our
riches
While you turn me
against my brother
And made fools of us
So I wonder 
You work on our
avarice
Turned brave men
timid
It is an act of
cowardice
Welcome to the
apocalypse
When there was
enough bread
To go round
You mocked me
instead
And made me look
like a clown
Made me beg for my
birth right
Which you call a
privilege
And anytime I raise
my voice
People called it a
sacrilege
You told me to wait
for heaven
While you built
yours on earth
You told me it will
be better
Yes I could never
forget
Castles on the moon
Parties in
Wonderland from
January to June
Pegasus with golden
wings flying men
like gods
While we eat from
garbage cans like
dogs
But it was never my
turn to go to heaven
Even though I had
one life to live
It was never my turn
to go to heaven
Because there is
nothing more to give
My heaven is now 
Not tomorrow
Because I will not
live a life of
sorrow
My heaven is now not
tomorrow
Because life is not
something that we
can borrow


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Whispers of Lace

Whispers of Lace

Arms folded; He sits.  A grandfather clock ticks it's way to a song,  in a lonely 
room. 

It had taken ten years and thirty-five days to get to this place.  He was here 
now,  for better or worse. 

"For better or worse. " She had said those words to him a lifetime ago. 

He woke early one morning,  to the song of a finch, the harsh cry of a crow.  
She never heard;  she was already gone. She lay in her floral gown, ashen 
and cold. 

A traveling salesman by trade,  a botanist by dream.  Forgotten interstates 
and dirt roads, had been his companion.  Flowers were his inner passion; his 
vocation took him to many. 

She always greeted him at the front door.  He could still feel the wetness of 
her lips on his cheek; and  the soft whispers in his ear. "I miss you."

"I miss you too. "  the words tumble silently from his tongue.  A lonely tear 
falls, floating on the polished table.  The grandfather clock sings.  It is time. 

Men and women enter the room.  They look at the old man, skeptics every 
last one.   They sit on their chairs,  a fragrance bottle in front of each judge.   
Corporate critics, responsible for  seducing the world with scent. 

Grabbing their appointed bottles;He bows his head.  Fragrance fills the room.  
Enchanting images of the old man flood their minds.  What witches ' spell is 
this? 

Cherry blossoms in Savannah,  cactus flowers from the desert,  the elusive 
ghost orchid of the everglades. His image dances around  petals.  Some 
smile , some weep, others dream. 

Eyes closed,  chin on chest,  he thinks of her.  Her maple coffin, casket open. 
Her formal gown, black,  ebony lace collar.   

Fragrance in the air,  and tears, bring her to life.  “Tell us sir,  what do you call 
this? " 

Raising his head,  their faces all look with wonder.  He can see the tears,   He 
can see  smiles on their lips.  He can see her. 

Standing,  he starts to leave,  with a turn of his head,  he utters. " Whispers of 
Lace "

Kenneth Kerry. 


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Artistry In The Evening Sky

While driving down a country road one eve,
I took a look up in the western sky;
The sight I saw was awesome to receive
As God’s artwork there met my watching eye.
The sun was shining through the scattered clouds
And making stairways with its brilliant rays.
I’d love to climb one if I were allowed,
Ascending I would sing my Savior’s praise.
Then as I turned to go there from the west,
The eastern sky was blackened with the rain,
And as I drove into it I was blessed
To see a rainbow’s color once again.
So brilliant was it on its canvas dark;
A dimmer one accompanied at its side.
So awed was I at this sight to embark,
With joy in voice to heaven then I cried.
No way could evolution draw this art!
I thought as through the pouring rain I went;
I know God gave that picture in my heart
Of the majestic colors that He spent.
A stairway up to heaven in sun’s rays,
A rainbow arc of color there so bright,
And just the thoughts of giving God the praise—
What artristy in evening sky that night!


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I Am Going Home

I’m looking for my home That’s where I wanna be It’s not a place that I own Nor that I can even see Home is where I’ve never been But I know that it’s there Something tells me from within It’s not a place around here In any house that I may live It’s never really home for me Just a storage room and a bed And a place for my company I’m getting closer to my home I can feel it in every day I guess I should’ve known This life vacation wouldn’t stay When I finally get home My days will be filled with time From the past my thoughts have grown Deep within my mind At home there will be peace And never will I need For the wanting will soon cease Without a thought of greed Yes, I’m going home I know the time is here Should I have to go alone I will certainly find myself there! Florence McMillian (Flo)


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The Real Deal

 
The old pastor started hollerin about fighting the devil.
   Fight him with Jesus, and never on his level.
Yeah, he said that old serpent has got more weapons to use against you.
   But the one weapon that can stop him flat is Jesus, that’s why we repent the 
things we do.
That old devil’s a ridin high right now, that’s why we must stay in Gods’ word.
   He’s after backsliders right now in case you ain’t heard.
The look I got from that old preacher sent a chill down my back.
   That old guy must have been reading my mail cause I sure have been getting a 
little slack.
Ain’t that I was doing anything bad, just ain’t been doing all I should.
   You know living the best way I could.
We’ve all got to put on the Armor of The Lord, the old preacher said.
   He looked at me, not saying a word just shook his head.
He said we’re in a spiritual warfare and the devils fighting tooth and nail.
   And if you let him get his hooks in yah, son you’re on a jet plane to hell.
Everyday people are trying to change Gods’ word to fit their own needs.
   Some are saying all you need to get to heaven is doing good deeds.
Wrong that might knock some of the weeds off the road but you’ll fall short of 
getting there.
   The worst part when you even show them they are wrong, it’s like they don’t 
even care. 
Lots of folks don’t believe in heaven or that there is a hell.
   I just don’t want to take that chance and for sure this soul is not for sale.
Jesus bought my soul a long time ago with the blood He shed on cavalry hill.
   That’s why I’m sticking with Jesus, the 100% real deal.
I Pray You Do Too.
               


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The Dust of God's Feet (Part I)

	The  eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to 
show himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect towards him.
	He descends in a cloud and walks in the circuit of heaven with thick 
clouds as his covering.  He rides upon a swift cloud like a chariot.  He flies upon 
the wings of the wind and whirls in the heights of the Heaven.  Those who look 
up to number his displays see clouds rise up out of the sea from every end of 
the earth, poised and  balanced in the skies, prepared to pour down rain and 
abundant showers on them.  God drops in His cloud to blot out wrongs, in the 
thick cloud to blot out transgressions; then, His voice thunders out of the 
cloud announcing the coming storm, and He gathers the wind in his fists 
causing it to blow toward the south and turn about to the north.  It’s sound is 
heard as it whirls continually, but who can tell from where it is coming or going?  
As we ponder His mysteries, He fills His hand with lightenings, the light of His 
cloud, which lights the world with His countenance of life, and scatters them 
abroad like shot arrows commanded to hit their marks through those clouds; His 
garment is rent under us, and the water jars of heaven are tipped.


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the world tree

the tree represents the center of the world,
connecting the heavens to the earth...
the roots of the tree hold the earth,
the branches hold the sky...
heaven and hell are the sea and the sky,
and you are the horizon........

......where the great estuary of eternal life merge , as the holy water's of earth flow
to meet and be greeted by the holy water's of heaven . the world tree serves as a
conduit to all life on earth , as the roots of the tree recieve it's messages from the 
creator using the branches ; as above , so below....the horizon is consciousness,
consciousness is but a thin thread of heaven and hell's seperation .
the trunk of the world tree represents the spinal cord of the living , the branches
 represent the universal mind , the roots represent our relationship to all of 
creation . the allegorical use of the spider web represents the connectivity of all 
life on earth ; " what we do to the web , we do to ourselves ...." 
the philosophy and cosmology of the east and west meet to form unity as one 
world mind ; where we stand now is atop humankinds creation , one immense 
land mine. 
we all have a long , difficult journey ahead of us....may we all be blessed with the 
fortitude to persevere......


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Going Home

 It is today, it’s not tomorrow.
   Bury your shame, and hide your sorrow.
Lay down your burdens, put away your guilt.
  It’s time to enter into your mansion, our Savior built.

He’s called you home, you’re free at last.
   No more remembering, you have no past.
Can you just picture our heavenly home.
   Where you’re free to wander, you’re free to roam.
  
I’ve heard in heaven there is no sun.
   They say in heaven you’ve no need of one.
For Jesus, He is the light.
   That shines thru the heavens and lights up the night.

They say they use gold to pave the streets.
   With not a speck of dust to collect on your feet.
And the mansions are sparkling and so crystal clear.
   Where you’ll abide forever and free from all fears.

We’ll dine with our Savior come time to eat.
   Eat of the fruit, so tender and sweet.
We’ll drink of heavens waters and quench our thirst.
   You’ll be so happy, you’ll nearly burst.

You’ll not have a care or worry here.
   Remember you left them below along with your fear.
Here, only goodness and mercy live.
   Buttered with kindness and filled with the love our Savior gives


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My Old Grandpa

 

As  I sit here in the silence, thinking of my old long departed paw.
   I could almost see his face, with his old slouchy hat made entirely out of straw.
To me he was my hero the greatest of all.
   He was always there to catch me and soften my fall.
He was as simple as could be, it didn’t take much to get a smile.
   I wished I could see him again if only for awhile.
Maybe one day in heaven we can reminiscence once again.
   But until that day comes, all I can do is just sit here and remember how good it 
was back then.
At times, I feel his presence, I can almost hear him talking to me.
   It’s just that I miss him, he was so precious don’t you see.
I just thank God for letting me remember my grandpa so well.
   And allowing me to express myself about the man that’s in this tale.
Well paw I know you still watch over me but it’s from heaven above.
   I thank you for your kindness and your sharing of your love.
                      I Love You Paw, Ronald
  


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I Believe:

        

I believe:
    That Jesus died for our sins so we might receive.
I believe: 
    That on the third day after His death Jesus arose is what I believe.
I believe:
    That He ascended to Heaven so do not grieve.
I believe:
    That we must surrender all to Jesus in order to receive.
I believe:
      That to God’s Word we must always cleave.
I believe:
      That Heaven is full of joy and there you will not grieve.
I believe:
      That God wants us to be happy and trusting Him we will achieve.
I believe:
      That Heaven is too beautiful for mortal man to conceive.
I believe:
       That satan is a liar and will only mislead you and deceive.
I believe:
       That time is close and we must seek the Lord and His word receive.
I believe:
       That without God we are lost and will only grieve.
I believe:
       That America will fall if we don’t turn to God and fully believe.
I believe:
       That God is still reaching out He did not leave.
I believe:
        In God Almighty is what I believe.


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My Testimony

   
As I look back on the life that I led,
I realize I was unhappy until I found Christ and through Him my life was fed.

Like a song I once heard I wondered aimless living in sin.
I just plowed through life refusing to let my Savior come in.

He was always there Gods gift of love,
Gods only Son sent from heaven above.

To cleanse our spirit and wash us clean,
To share His Kingdom of peace and love so wonderful and pristine.

So stubborn I was when I was young,
Bitter and tormented with a vile speaking tongue.

I knew of Jesus and what He was about,
But the devil had control and thus I was filled with doubt.

It was a mighty long journey before I surrendered my soul,
And accepted Jesus and Heaven as my ultimate goal.

The first few months after I accepted Jesus as my guiding light,
The devil got mad and put up one hell of a fight.

The devil hates losing especially someone he used to control,
It took a lot of prayers to save my soul.

A couple of months after I was saved I was practically bedridden for a couple of 
days.
I couldn’t even speak or walk just mumble and stumble for no reason as friends 
began to pray.

These mighty warriors of God I feel is what saved me I know in my heart.
No payment was required as my friends were only doing their part.

The presence of God is so real you’ll not change my mind.
An awesome love for all if you’ll only look you surely will find.