She showed me the clouds
and how to walk on the ninth one. A dreamer.
In the absoluteness of her mind, no barriers
exist within existence
as if her battles have
been won. I think she craves to fly,
past those clouds---another possibility
to make possible, a challenge
to challenge. Or dream about.
She probably thinks that when I complain
I cannot see the clouds,
the way she did when things got rough
in life. Of course, I beg to differ.
She dreams. I live. I don't
keep my eyes on clouds all day
as if there is nothing else to see
to make me understand the world better.
I suppose I'll rest one day, exhausted
by the what-ifs and whys, while Mama smiles
and points upward.
How could you leave your loving bride?
Cut down in youth, still in your prime
Your rare blood disease appeared suddenly
Just four years of bliss till you were taken from me
When first I saw your face, those blue eyes stunned
So many adored you, but your kind heart I won
Just by showing you love and sharing our joy
Even my mama worshiped my special, sweet boy
Death seems to take the finest too soon
Their faces smile in stars embracing the moon
One day we shall be reunited, my love
Until then, I search for comfort in night sky above
Comfort comes quickly when his spirit visits
I see his eyes twinkling, how could I miss it
Whenever I pull a fresh fish from the sea
A worthy fisherman, John would be pleased
When I'm feeling down I need only resurrect
Precious memories of John I cherish and protect
*John was my beloved husband. Elegy in honor of Dr. Ram's contest.
Light splashes in the eyes and vibrate
My heart to a rich ecstatic state
Joy is the only bird in the leaden sky
Calling the winds to choir on high
And I in the crystal world spin and spin
Till shards of snow caress the face
Like a pillow from scraps of watery tin
And all green and all colors erased.
Cast back the old belief of isolation
Of wintry purgatory and grief, jubilation
Is a white sheet of innocence here
The sinner like a diamond in the air
Frost symbol of death, and Lewis hopelessness
Shall not sing my song without regret
I take a different motif for my symbolic crest
The beginning of the pain I now forget.
Let Persephone sleep, my Yalda is here
The white breast of her flesh my pear
And I a child in a new womb of innocence
Drink of pure light and devote my sense
To leaps of faith from promise to spring
The eternal moment when season shall keep
Ivory joys before the bright immortal king
Just like a seed of winter vacating sleep.
In youth we shared a breath of time
I cherish yet today.
The plans we made for life ahead
Would soon be underway.
The dreams we shared, those lofty dreams,
Were all within our reach;
As we both planned to sail away
To learn what time could teach.
Then time took on a quickened pace,
It hastened more and more.
Our hopes and dreams became the wings
To lift our hearts and soar.
When they took flight they carried us
Away from all we knew,
And in a fleeting breath of time
I sailed away from you.
I drifted aimless out to sea,
Alone and cast aside,
While everything I’d ever known
Was swallowed by the tide.
I rode the waves, withstood the storms
And cursed the loathsome cost.
I thought I’d wander evermore
Without the love I lost.
Then time allowed another chance
That cold and stormy night,
When I returned to captured scenes
Of whence we first took flight.
To see us there, embraced by time,
In moments fond and dear,
Rekindled embers of the bond
That haunted me each year.
We cannot know the yet to be,
The yesterdays slipped by;
But we can grow in love and hope
And by our faith we’ll fly.
So take my hand and join me now,
Let’s learn what God has willed;
For in this fleeting breath of time
Our dreams can be fulfilled.
You will never fade from my heart, dear friend
Though my words to you are now heaven sent
For eighteen years you brought joy to my life
And so many times you erased my strife
When the world outside seemed so harsh and mean
You wiped my slate clean, changed the scene
Showed me that love could exist without pain
Or sexual desires, personal gain
Together we clung as a sweet friend died
You offered love as she suffered and cried
The peace you added to her life I shared
Because I had someone who truly cared
Just wanted to make things right for others
You were my soul mate, my spiritual brother
You came to me when you learned you’d soon die
I held you so close; in my arms you cried
But it wasn’t for yourself these tears were shed
You worried for me, hanging by a thread
I watched you pass from this world to the next
In your last hours you said you felt blessed
Your faith was so strong that you had no fear
Your belief in eternal life was clear
I look to the skies now, call out your name
And in my life you will always remain
A beacon of hope that still casts its light
Your presence surrounds me, its force so bright
I’m so grateful you saw something in me
That made you my friend for eternity
*Entry for the Ode to a Friend contest
Dedicated to Chris Codd, my dear friend who died Christmas Day, 2005
If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see?
would I see a portrait of a person who walks in truth and honesty?
In order to paint a picture of me loving God
I would have to access all the experiences that to me life did impart
did I have a good relationship with my mom and my dad?
was it loving and supportive or distant and sad?
did I get along with my siblings? did we look out for each other?
did we play and love each other like true sisters and brothers?
were my needs being meet? did I ever learn to trust and believe?
am I balanced enough to cope according to the lessons in life I've received?
Multi-generational, familial or systemic social receptions
all of this has played a part in my life perceptions
we all have distortions in every aspect of our living
we now must deal with the reality at this time we've been given
was my life exactly as I remember? or are there things that I've repressed?
are there issues that are buried inside me that now make me depressed?
deep-seated anxiety, personal pain and high expectations
feelings of inadequacy, destructive criticism and bouts of frustration
we all have issues that we now need to bring out and discuss
in order to have authentic relationships we need to have real trust
we all have some brokenness that needs to be healed
so that our full love for the Lord God can one day be revealed
God is not distant like a CEO in the corporate tower
God is not pressuring us with His omnipotent power
God does not keep score He just watches over our souls
God is fair and just and doesn't set for us high goals
God is all embracing He nurtures, instructs and forgives
He's kind, patient and loving in this life to us He did give
So if I had to paint a picture of what it looks like for me to love God
it would be a colorful canvas of emotions, perceptions and reflections from my heart
FIRE IS COMING!
FIRE IS COMING!
GET PREPARED,THE BRIDE GROOM IS COMING
THE BRIDE GROOM IS COMING
FIRE IS COMING!
THE TRUMPET SHALL SOUND
GOD CHOSE THE LIGHT'S HE HAVE FOUND
THOSE WHO ENDURED THIS LIFE SHALL BE CROWNED
FOR THE DISOBEDIENT WILL BE LEFT BEHIND
TAKEN CAPTIVE BY THE ENEMIES MIND
ALTHOUGH,FEW SHALL REMAIN
HIS MERCY STILL REMAINS THE SAME
A REMNANT STRONG ENOUGH TO ENDURE
SATAN'S ATTACK OF HIS FILTHY LUCRE
Once, when my soul cried out in mournful pain;
I believed the Spirit, with me, wept.
When I felt that life was all in vain,
He lifted me from the drowning depth.
Now when flowing tears upon me fall,
and all seems hopeless in this life;
Does He hear my constant wailing call,
when I feel grief’s merciless cutting knife?
Where is my God when I need Him so,
when my soul is wounded and torn apart?
The One Who promised to never forsake nor leave,
does He see me here with bleeding heart?
Like the lonesome howling coyote, my soul does cry
in vain, it seems for peaceful relief.
And as the unfolding years go by,
will I forever be haunted with relentless grief?
Will there be answers which I will someday find?
Will my feet ever be back on the ground?
Unanswered questions riddle my weary mind,
as I feel and see the misery all around.
I was one of faith and considered strong,
but now am weak and a pitiful creature.
What I have become, I have pondered long;
and realize my need of the One True Teacher.
Once again, my howling, mournful wail cries out;
“Oh, God, my Master, hear my plea.
We need Your help, without one single doubt.
We beg for strength to set all pain free...”
Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe
The lie that we are alone
He wants us to believe
That we are treading hopeless road
But the cloud witnesses who urge us on
Tell us another story
The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship
My friends, we are never alone
Note: Giving good orderly direction.... " Give A little Obama Love "
To-day is a New Day
Time for people to Pray
If their were No Unity
Where would we be to-day?
Why is it..
That all of 'GOD' People
War Torn Today..
With nothing going on
With nothing to speak of..
So little to say!
So, looking back on Reflection
In a more Democratic Way
Let's give the Future back
To the Children
- And -
Let Jesus lead the way
So, Why not give them Love
Show them another way
Remember that Obama Care
Is a Health Care which is
Oh! so very rare..
It could really save the Day?
Do you know a better way?
It is meant for people with
Not for those...
Who just don't care!
For it is just an annoyance
Who really need Insurance?
So, if you have Insurance
And that is all that really
Matter to you...
Remember that their are
Men, Women and Children
Who needs' a plan too...?
For the Obama Plan is high
And Gods' People are too...
Note: Remember that if you need a Health Plan
then we need one too...
the matriarch is the oldest female head of a family
and I'm so elated that God has preserved this position for me
I've lived a life that has been almost four scores
and I've seen what my people have had to endure
as I stand here today I'm a living testimony
of the goodness the Lord Our God has given to me
now surrounded by several generations of my loving descents
as the matriarch for me this moment is heaven-sent
to my sons, my daughters, my grands, my cousins and all of my kin
I'm so joyful that I'm able to have this reunion with you once again
may the Lord continue to grant us grace and bless each and everyone
and I pray that I'll see you all next year for my living is not done
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu.
Dedicated to Leonora
A unique and lovely
damsel from the heavens.
Love you so much.
Once in my life, breast cancer, I did not know.
Which was lost, and what would be gained.
I could not see, beyond her glow
Faith and strength carried and remained.
Unfinished things of her dreams come slow
These were not to be lost, our love holds true
Loss of her alluring game would not matter, I did say
In life and love, she is stuck to me with glue
She is more than any loss, which may take away.
Pink in October shapes her autumn sky.
More beautiful now she faces its lie.
Sunshine wakes her in a moonlights lure.
Fighting like a girl, she wins the war.
Dancing as a woman she captures pink ardor.
She is more than a woman, my lady, my love.
Pink, pink, pink color beyond her despair,
Trials and tribulations, rising glow,
She has won her fight; in the pink, breast cancers beware.
The Lord is there he's by our side.
Just trust in him he'll be our guide.
He'll test our faith from time to time.
And being scared is not a crime.
Just know he's there and take his hand.
He'll lead us to that promised land.
Where fear and sadness are no more.
And soon we'll know what it's all for.
So take the good times with the bad.
We'll understand this life we've had.
By testing our faith he keeps us strong.
For that's God's purpose all along.
We'll search for answers we can't find.
But we'll know soon what's on his mind.
For we will see God in thee end.
We'll find that God's our greatest friend.
So keep that faith and we'll be fine.
We'll see God's purpose in good time.
Started off so small
Growing so tall
Put Smiles on my face
In my head its Amazing
Hoping you won't be a static
Changing in every great way
Its because my princess growing into
My queen you give me hope
Dignity and self efficiency you
will be someone Great I owe
it to GOD he gave me a princess
growing into A queen
You are my light shining when
I'm in the dark
You make me not
want a father not need one
I got you my princess
Growing into A queen
I'm going to raise you right
Tell you everyday how beautiful
You don't need to hear it from a
You are my princess growing
Into a queen thanking you for
Giving me hope and pride to
What would I do if
I lost you, God forbid
that come true
Your my life when
there is no hope
You give me strength when
There is no time
Princess don't worry you won't
Lose me to drugs,prostitution
Addiction and Eviction
I'm here to stay
Because my princess
Growing into a Queen
I will make Great decisions
Mianna you are my Princess
Growing Into A Queen
The sea gathered her voice
on the crest of the waves
as dark clouds were herded
by the wind as he raved
in a symphony orchestrated
through elements of sound
composed by the air
from his drafty compound.
By the drum of the surf
on the beat of the waves
a crescendo that climbed
with the sea as she raged
while the wind as the maestro
pulled pockets of sound
from the whistles and moans
as he swept ‘cross the ground.
Soprano! cried the killdeer
Tenor! screeched the gulls
as a baritone foghorn
boomed from the hull
of a ship that swayed
drunkenly atop of the surf
staying clear of the breakers
that crashed on the turf
The ship creaked a response
as it groaned a refrain
but the deft hand of a shipwright
would keep it sustained
for he’d hewn and he’d whittled
great emblems of love
carving an angel for the figurehead
and atop the masthead, a dove.
When the wind stopped his jostling
and the sea spent her ire
the ship slipped back to its haven
of warm hearths and bright fires
where the men mused and wondered
over great tankards of ale
if the hymns and hosannas..
had been but, the wind in the sails?
A note to behold
That is strictly from my heart.
I am trained to have a little faith
Even when the night turns dry.
Maybe I am formidable to many course
But this one, I know is my call.
If at any time I will be retreating one
Not and Never will I quit my garden porch.
Even at the moment of inertia
My words are mine, not meant to be loosen.
If penury strikes me or I had a grudge
Not with my spare and axle of glory.
I may seems not to be buoyant before onlookers
But I believe My knowledge are Mine.
If there is no two ways about this
Then I am a winner of all time.
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL, IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS.
IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO TEACH OUR YOUNG MEN HOW TO BE A FATHER AND A MAN,
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL, GOD GAVE YOU THE WISDOM AND THE KNOWLEDGE AND UNDERSTANDING THAT'S WHY YOU ARE BEING REPRIMANDED,
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER IT'S TIME TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL.
THE TIME HAS COME FOR YOU TO GET IT TOGETHER, BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE LOST FOREVER,
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD, BE TALL,
IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS.
GIVE GOD THE GLORY, FOR THESE ARE THE LAST DAYS, DON'T BE ASHAMED TO GIVE HIM PRAISE, HE'S GIVING YOU A CHANCE TO REACH OUT TO HIM, DON'T BE AFRAID OR YOU'LL EITHER SINK OR SWIM.
SO MY BROTHERS, IT'S TIME TO LEAVE THOSE PRISON WALLS
BLACK MAN BLACK BROTHER STAND PROUD AND BE TALL
THIS IS DEDICATED TO ALL THE BROTHERS IN PRISONS AND TIME TO COME HOME
They search for
Many paths lay
declared God in all
on God's being
Yi king says gohdt
Atheism found out
God is in her
Taoism supports yi
Druze found a
Eckankar is light
He is neither male
Gnosticism hid her
the lion in her
They continue in
The paths are
Judaism kept the
mighty one in an
Islam prays the
on the eight-fold
Jainism believes in
the pure thought
Bahai faith says
God is one nations
free from war
claims she is the
movement in the
issue of old
Wicca's scripture is
the wind and rain
Hinduism kept the
Hare Krishna isn't
Yazdanism is the
custodian of the
Druidism is a child
Vodun in magic
Bless your friends
and harm your
Sikhism joined the
God is in the one
Love those who
She excerpted the
The quest continues
The paths are
Which is the true
path to God?
The true path lies
beyond our blind
The narrow path
The invisible path
of the spirit
The accurate path
Only bold , italics ,
The Poetry of Persona
In the shadow of persona where individuals care
Your thoughts and expectations’ abundantly declare,
Riding on infinity perplexed on colours wait
Rendering your persona on life, inevitable debate!
Richness follows you rejoice, quiet shape’s an equal glare
Contemplate fill your glow radiate be there.
With cherished riches be generous, be great!
Do take flight exude quality’s for others to imitate,
On this quest where corners exist, cherish all that is around,
Where little flashes in the mix are strong be profound.
Blend the Hughes of life that shapes you in every way
Be just to your shadow set your persona aloof ablaze.
When it’s all said and done draw on the love we share
In the hands of god rejoice, save a grateful prayer.
So when all has been and gone your persona will be true,
Shining through the memories and stories,
And the persona that was you.
A traveler has traveled far and wide,
Lost in the plains of yellow flowers and Poppies
He saw the tree that stood
An Oak tree it was, with stream of water from underneath.
A reflection of his image he saw,
A fallacy he denied.
Like a fool he talk to trees and skies
The west wind blew and his heart felt
Heard his name sorrow, thus the wind Whispers
“A man is weight by the sorrow in his heart”
Thirsty, he drank from the stream.
Bitter it was, but the stream was as clear as the sea
An epiphany he had, the taste of bitterness,
Was from his heart, the taste of sorrow.
Green grass withered and the sun died,
Illuminated by the night skies;
He mocks the heavens
And he curses the ground.
The heaven cried out,
“Man is imprisoned in the passage of time”
The stars died too
The stream dried out and came a man
“I am thy sorrow, thy need, thy fallacy”.
“I live in denial, for I know not the man I see,
I know not of my weight, my sorrows”
“The yolk of life that I carry has undone me”
“Emptiness in a man’s heart is the presences of grief
Atlas! How well did my heart grief” said he
“How well did my heart swallowe’d”
Darkness came over the plain,
the beauty was shunt from man.
A voice he heard,"nature of man is beautiful and deceitful"
Dawn came, blissful, as the early birds began to sing
the dew drops that fell on the grass, illuminated the plains
his heart was filled with tears of truth.
the land was valued at $240, where they built "the little church on the hill"
established by a group of abolitionists and free blacks for they knew that was God's will
they named it Berean Baptist and its congregation was integrated
but after only a short time the membership separated
the church continued to prosper for the members were godly inspired
they would not let anything keep them down not even those two fires
the congregation would continue to rebuild for their faith could not be pricked
they got smart and moved two blocks over and erect a church made out of bricks
it was a little chapel yet membership would continue on the up swing
the church needed more room, so they then added on two wings
from Dr. Brown to Drs. Matthews, Eldridge and the Rev. Dr. James
anointed men of God who helped Berean establish a good name
from Rev. Roman and now Dr. Griffith with their powerful evangelistic ministries
and after 157 years Berean is a great church with a lasting and living legacy
and with the Lord's continued blessings, His mercy and His grace
The Historic Berean Baptist Church will always be the place
where anyone and everyone can come to get godly inspiration
for Berean is the church that will set on the path to salvation
a portrait is a picture or a likeness of an object, person or place
a rendering, a representation of something in all of its grace
but a portrait of a Pastor is more than just a facade
it's not an image of what man thinks but a reflection of God
people come with their own agendas about what a Pastor should portray
but it's not his clothes nor his cars it's the message from God he conveys
a Pastor should be pictured as a faithful speaker who reveals the truth in his speech
an under shephard of our Lord Christ and it's the Gospel that he'll preach
a Pastor should be drawn as a mentor to his members and circumspect in his behavior
a prayer partner in conjunction with the Holy Spirit and Jesus our Savior
a Pastor should be an image of one who comforts all in their times of need
a teacher of the Gospel who in his flock tries to plant God's righteous seeds
a delineation of an obedient servant leader who stands firmly on God's Holy word
and he should not be the subject of gossip nor the pettiness of this world
a portrait of a Pastor should be a comment on his spiritual calling
an anointed man whom God will use to catch us when we've fallen
a portrait of a Pastor should be an exhibit of compassion, wisdom and respect
a display of leadership, kindness, humility and intellect
it should be a picture of a potter who tries to mold us into godly shape
a silhouette of a counselor who doesn't judge but advises when we make mistakes
a portrait of a Pastor should be a reflection of the image of our Lord Christ
a man who will always allow the Holy Spirit of God guide and rule his life
Making new friends, turning new
bends. Upon a steep mountain slope
focused on breaking old trends. We are
children of God all saved by the same grace.
We should all do the good Lords work, yet
that's not what gets us through heavens gates.
That my friend is believing in Jesus. Perfect man
and perfect God, our sinless saviour nailed our
sins to the cross
A cool breeze enters into me
I cannot express the feeling
I know, I can feel its from you
Your blessing for me
I know u see me
Everyday, every moment
I need your love , mercy, forgiveness
As you are the Almighty-Ashek ur Rahaman
From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.
Oh Christian girl
oh regal queen
so lost and happy
a couple had a good son whom they sent off to grad school
his goal to become a doctor as he was smart and nobody's fool
now on his own he decided to no longer attend Sunday service
he felt that God had no need for his personal worship
some people tend to feel that God doesn't require their praise
the question of a debt of gratitude in their minds has never been raised
but what people fail to realize or even comprehend
is that it was God who gave life to them
Creator of the universe and every living being
Creator of everything we're touching, hearing and seeing
Dr. Albert Einstein once made a very telling remark
that seeing how the human eye works is proof there's a God
when viewing this wonderful world and all the magnificence it beholds
one can clearly see the hand of God that has uniquely unfold
a sunrise, a sunset or a rainbow after a spring shower
a solar eclipse, a child being born are all proof of God's great power
He created man and it was He who gave us the breath of life
He gave us His love and grace and His son as a sacrifice
things have happened in our lives of which we're not even aware
times when God has shielded us from the evil that's out there
He's sent His mighty angels to watch over our backs
He's sent His heavenly warriors to stop any and all attacks
an eternal debt of gratitude and praise to God we owe
but we're not the only beings who are in the know
the angels in heaven praise His holy name
the devil in hell also bows down to Him in shame
created in His image His likeness we now bear
we're His beloved children for whom He tenderly cares
He makes Himself known to us every morning, noon and night
He is our source, our all in all, our strength and our light
an eternal debt of praise from us towards God is due
and as you read this poem I hope you get a clue
God doesn't need anything from us He's complete on His own
It's us who needs God as we can't do it alone
God is great, God is sovereign, He is the King of kings
He's all powerful, He's all mighty and controls everything
there is nothing in this universe that is not under His command
and no matter what we think He holds the whole world in His hands
and today that young man who thought that God didn't need his praise
is now a doctor and disciple of Christ whose hands are forever raised
an eternal debt of praise from us the Lord God is due
because if it wasn't for the Lord God there would be no me nor a you
When, my Lord, shall You return,
When , to calm my heart in burn?
For, ages, I have searched the skies,
And tears, I shed from aching eyes.
At every thunder roaring high,
I hope to see the face of Thine.
At every lightning gleaming by,
I hope to meet You in the skies!
For, like a child away from home,
And like a leaf amidst the storm,
I seek the path I lost, the way
That leads me home when I'm astray.
I Believe in God
I believe in a higher power
I believe in that power to be greater than myself
I also believe in Jesus and what that means to the Christians
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people
with a simple bow
I also believe in the Buddha teachings and what that means to the Buddhists
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people
with a simple bow
I also believe in Allah and in the prophet Mohammad and what that means to the Islamics
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people
with a simple bow
I also believe in Hashem and what that means to the Jews
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people
with a simple bow
There are many other religions and many other faiths. There is no right or wrong each of us
follows a path that is best suited for a purpose. We are here not to ridicule or judge others
but to assist our brothers and sisters regardless of ones belief or faith. We are spiritual
beings having human experiences. As soon as we recognize and honor the integrity of each
other our world will change.
Beautiful day, sun full beam upon
my face. A fresh brilliance as I Inhale,
this world is truly indescribable. I
certainly cannot comprehend the
depths of the deepest oceans to the
highest mountain peaks. I could ponder
till the grave the vastness of the landscapes,
every creature God has made. A world
teeming with life every corner far and wide.
I have let the barrier down. In this world
God's love is beyond our understanding. Its
unconditional and forever lasting
Flying by in broken
soaring just below
thy midst as
ye role sweetly
to the west and
Just aft a cooling
storm. Just aft the
cooling of my
being form gifts
amongst the heavens.
Perhaps to drowse
of man. To give thy
sweet brethren more
good news from
Tell me sweet
grand sea constellation
from which sweet
ocean do ye come?
Great! is the news
from the Creator
of all. Even from the
light that some of my
Brethren and i
call the sun.
The Sun. Oh! Great
God in the heavens,
piercing thy spaces
Dark sun blocking
mass of dewy
Yet to give birth
prophecy of your
new birth to the
land and all
As the Son of man
watches from the
and from a birds
vantage all is being
seen. Great is this
Eagle soaring as
peaceful as a
As birds coo soothingly
perched upon the wires
of man. Gusting gale
bringing thunder to
my thoughts and
flashes to my
mind. Cool drops
and mist whisping
to my unclothed
body and dampening
on Tuesday May 18th Mount Lebanon's Rev. Shaun Lee read from the book of Psalms
and then inquired of us "Who Do You Think Needs God?"
on Wednesday May 19th the Rev. Dr. Green of Universal talked about "The Love Of God"
which he referred to from the books of Luke and John
on Thursday May 20th Rev. Stanislaus of the church of St. John did convey
about "What Are The Odds?" when the Lord God leads your way
on Tuesday June 1st Rev. Miller of Brown Memorial used the book of Genesis
to tell us about "A Victory For A Visionist"
on Wednesday June 2nd with a word from 1st Peter New Jerusalem's Rev. Dr. Rice
told us how to paint "A Portrait Of A Pastor" whom for the Lord gives his life
on Thursday June 3rd we celebrated and honored our 1st Lady Mrs. Angela Farr-Griffin
and between our Youth and Christ's Fellowship's Rev. Dr. Kelly
we now know how to "Deal With Unanswered Prayers" in our daily living
It's been six nights of praise and worship and all the Choirs were on point
celebrating and honoring the Pastor and his wife whom the Lord God did anoint
on Sunday June 6th we concluded the celebration
and Pastor Griffin himself gave the Proclaimation
to the Rev. Dr. Arlee Griffin and Dr. Angela Farr-Griffin his devoted wife
we love you, we thank you, we appreciate you both for being faithful servant of Christ
Oh how can one capture
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature
The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
As if blessed
Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots
How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable
props for our Pastor to honor him for his anointing
to give him encouragement in his Godly appointing
to be a bride to the church is a Pastor's primary role
an Undershepard to his flock in the kingdom of saving souls
he's the angel of the church chosen by the Lord God
ordained and equipped to give the Gospel from the depths of his heart
props for our Pastor for whom we should always pray
to gird him up for the battle that he faces everyday
we're in the midst of spiritual warfare where every moment is a fight
so please pray for our Pastor morning, noon and night
pray that God protects him from powers and principalities in high places
pray that God covers him when he encounters those enemies with two faces
and when you pray for our Pastor also pray for yourself
that you will increase and be full of spiritual wealth
praise for our Pastor in his leadership capacity
praise for his sacrificial personality
he gives to his flock his all in all
and for his congregation he will respond to every call
props for our Pastor as he preaches the Holy Word
in a prophetic manner never before heard
speaking words of power and revealing truths to authorities
as he proclaims the Gospel and how it came to be
props for our Pastor as he labors in word and doctrine
in a delivery of the Gospel of which he does not modify nor spin
he gives the full Gospel and testifies from the heart
he cuts down the enemy and deflects its fiery darts
props for our Pastor for his preaching and teaching
convincing and convicting us that the hand of God is all reaching
be one who inspires him for his spiritual calling
be a support to him on this mission into which he has fallen
and watch out for the goats in the midst of the flock
who are always butting in whether you want them to or not
be aware of the instigators, the agitators and the dictators sitting in the pews
lurking around like evil is wont to do
props for our Pastor as we protect and safeguard his back
for by the enemy he's constantly under attack
be one of the faithful few that keep gossip away from him
and use your spiritual gifts to shield, empower and defend
partner with out Pastor and help ease his load
be a compliment to him and his family as we travel this road
and also pay our Pastor so that for his flock he can give his best
tithe to the church and then let God handle the rest
with prayer, praise, partnership, protection and pay
props for our Pastor as we honor him this day
twenty-two years as the Pastor of that Historic Little Church on the Hill
twenty-two years of leadership as you continue to submit to God's will
you're don't rest on your laurels as you've just attained another Master's Degree
from the Kennedy School of Government at Harvard University
you recently received a blessing from God that has given you tremendous joy
you are now officially a grandfather and hallelujah it's a boy
you preach to us the living gospel the eternal words of Christ
and you relate it to us in a way that has impacted our lives
we thank you for these twenty-two years of delivering the word of God
we thank you for these twenty-two years that you've kept us in your heart
you've held our hands, you anointed us with oil
and you listened to our troubles
you prayed for us, you prayed with us
and gave us guidance in the midst of our struggles
we love you Pastor Griffinfor your honest and humble approach to life
we love you and the First Family for all that you've sacrificed
twenty-two years and still counting since the day you were appointed
Congradulations and keep making good things happen
for you are truly anointed
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,
smell of flowers in the spring
...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
making flavored coffee
a drink in the morning.
You help me see who I am
You catch me when I fall
You helped me get closer to God
You don't care if I'm laughing or crying
You've stuck with me through it all
When my mama started drinking, you helped me through that
When my papa said mean things to me
you showed me he was wrong
You lit the darkness so I wouldn't stumble
You let me cry on your shoulder when I thought I was pregnant
When I found out I wasn't
You shared my joy
You talked me out of doing so much
You're the reason I'm still alive
In one poem
or even a hundred
I couldn't describe all you've done
Thank you for your caring compassion
You really, truly are the best
Tear me not from Thee apart,
And fill with love, this weakened heart.
Give me hope, I seek to see,
Give me courage to worship Thee.
I give myself in Thy mighty hands,
Shield me in the desert sands.
Hide me from the devil's eyes,
Restrict my tongue from telling lies.
Purify my sinful soul,
Make me always bright and bold.
Encourage me to fight for Thee,
Prepare me for my victory!
Blind...with the beauty and symmetry of nature
Can't espy the astonishing and sedate scenes of ardour
Just living with the greatest and blindest darkness
Imageless and almost senseless...
Deaf...with the mellifluous and profound music of amity
Can't harken the serene and blithe tune of natural creativity
Just living with my own nothingness
Dumb and almost senseless...
Mute...can't explode feelings and heartstrings through words and expositions
Can't speak and expound my real emotions
Can't shout out loud, just living with silence - soundless
Dumb and almost senseless...
Paralyzed...can't accomplish what was desired to achieve
Can't act, can’t execute, can’t move - there's no relieve
Just living with myself, occupied by loneliness
Cripple and now USELESS
Balked, feeble, depraved, weak - a YOUNG LOSER
Living with the lies through one's teeth? Will never be ...
And will never SURRENDER
~~~Armed to the TEETH with Faith and Devotion~~~
The golden silence melts away, and joy un-named
From the phantom pipes exults me
For no silence can so rhapsodized and doubts tamed
That man deserves better glory.
And what if sin could, levelling us, permit this to remain
Tell me then what is the eternal antidote of our pain?
Like distant peal of evening bell, a plaintive song
The unknown angels could also sing
And golden glow the light divine where seraphs throng
Chiming solitude's shadowy wing
Where my soul beneath the bough of your academy ignites
By the rapture that your balming melody in me excites
What do you wise man of shadowed boughs tells my heart now
What deep remembrance from me gone
When music was language to which all wisdom bow
And by songs you spoke Eden's tone
And I the Adam now understood the truth you sweetly tell
The prophecy recovered while kept in trance under your spell.
No bird then you are, sweet singer from times afar
Too sage your purpose tells the hope
The griots spoke, ere magis found their vision's star
Song beyond silence giving scope
To the word that instant wandered and did not move, and no eye
Nor I could describe that form, elusive in the brimming sky
Great philosopher, wisdom teacher, nightingale
That from solititude drops pearls
For which I sell all promise other, so prevail
Your fragrance to unbroken worlds
Where there still perhaps the universal language can be heard
In as sweet as tone as this cataract of hymn from a bird.
I love to learn, but in the aura of such light
I retain nothing but pure joy
And while in ecstacy yet claim I a full sight
Absolute and with alloy
For music makes of faith a better candle for the darkness
And faith brings truth where only faith can spark our human hardness
For up and down around me move a district loud
With the sweet notes of prophecy
Yet no one lingers, no footstep halts in the crowd
As men pursue their destiny
By choice, deaf to their own healing, and wealth so beyond compare
The peace so freely given in a song filtering the air.
Ode to Mother
Mothers are the greatest
Mothers are the love,
That children hold the dearest
Mothers overlook the things
That children often do
That’s why Mother, we
Sing this song to you.
We hold you in the deepest
Section of our heart.
And show you, Mother, that we love you
And with you we’d never part
Although we never tell you
Somehow we need for you to know
That the friend we sometimes need,
Is found in you indeed.
Our friendship is one that
Blossoms from a bud
And flourishes into what
A daughter calls a MOM
By: Nena Enriquez
as we commemorate the 10th anniversary of a day we'll always remember
over three thousand lives taken on the eleventh day of September
but for the grace of God it might have been me
to have been one of those lives taken away in the midst of that tragedy
life is a series of sequences and events that take place
and I know that as a child of Christ I'm living under His grace
at the time I had a job that was located in tower seven
but on that day I was in Brooklyn or I might have died and gone to heaven
safe in the borough of Kings working at the primary election polls
far away from the events that on New York took such a toll
the nation and the world were shook to their foundations
that anyone would dare to strike at the very heart of our nation
two airliners purposely driven into the World Trade Center Twin Towers
an attack on American soil in the early morning hours
and as I sit in church today on our annual Homecoming day
I reflect on the fact that many will never come home again
mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, co-workers, family and friends
and while I sit in this anointed pew
the awesomeness of the glory of God in me has been renewed
a day to remember as we share the communion of our Lord Christ
a day to also remember a day that forever changed our lives
Like sleep thou took him
to journey the part of others
in unison and intimation
thou traveler , go tell them
Tell the fallen Majors
that we a'e losing
the battle they started
that our soldiers only drink and sleep
that they kill those
those they are to protect
making us weaker and losers
except they realise, their duties
We must be fugitives
The gunpowder we make
yet we carry unloaded guns
that our soldiers refuse
to recruit trained men
warriors of our clan
that our soldiers now reap
what we sowed in unison
that they have forgotten
The sacrifice of our coups
the coups that was to
Eswama the clan
In order to edenise our clan
"Give glory to Jehovah!", declares His universe...
because His wisdom and kindness
are merits of praise and of holiness
that are understood only by the grateful ones!
"Give glory to Jehovah!",declares His universe;
" Give glory the to amazing Heavens
that constantly unravel to us their magnificence
and perfect,eternal beauty!"
" Give glory to Jehovah!",sing the thankful hearts
of His humble servants,
living in accord and honesty...
discarding what is worthless!
"Give glory to Jehovah!",declares His universe...
:Give glory to Jehovah!:, announce the sea-birds
soaring over the bluest oceons;
"Give glory to Jehovah!", testify the owsome planets
and the distant,mysterious stars
that give us their guidance...
when darkness will get us lost
and make us completely discontent!
An angel of life looking far into the beauty.
White dress with pink wings. The seagulls are doing her searching.
She is standing high on to a mountain side balcony.
She is waiting for her call.
So she can sweep down for them all.
She is an Angel she has seen many things.
She cares more about your heat
More about your soul.
The most of all.
Life is delicate like
a rose on a cool fall
morning then without
warning life is taken away.
I cry not for the rose who's
petals lay scattered at me feet
but for everything else that has
I cry for the leaves who's leaves crush
like power in my hand and for the flowers
which droop and sag...
A mother who left this world too
soon and for her pain in till death finely
The world is a lot different place
with you gone... But a son has to
move on he can't keep thinking
He can't keep being sad and blue
don't worry I'll always love you... I'll never
forget the love we shared and how much
you cared... I love you
What religion has created through the ages
is a false gospel with much incredibility;
a helpless Christ on that cross...
instead of a resurrected One
ascending to His glory;
He's still mocked and alone!
Faith is stronger than religion,
it trascends all souls
in search of truth and hope;
and it can't be taught by words alone!
Faith was the stronghold
of prophets and saints!
Let it become our fortress
in the days of weakness,
and fervently pray with confidence
that no harm will come from others!
The sacrificial altar needs no lamb,
the ultimate sacrifice was made...
the reconciliation between Man and God,
and a Mediator to atone every sin committed;
many still believe in a harsh punishment...
by demons who dwell in Hell!
Let's be like David who exalted Jehova God always,
and proclaimed His greatness for all ages!
Let's fear no man, but trust in the God of Moses...
who parts our waters in troubled times,
and lets us walk safely to our shore;
let's be as faithful as they were!
I am on a journey
I have been for quite awhile
I know not how much further I must go
But I know the destination;
it is to be enriched by every life I meet on the way
and to enrich every life that grace mine on the way
So I must stop,
to smell every rose,
to cheer every heart
Though the way may be fraught
with fog and tempest,
I have no fear and I am not lost
I still remember the way home
and I am fond of home
It is a place of eternal life
It is a house of endless love,
a house of peace,
a house of joy
In my home,
there's always laughter,
hearts never break,
smiles never fade,
spirit and flesh never frail
fear is never around,
friends never leave,
loved ones never die,
no sad farewells there
I will go home,
when my journey comes to its end
To my father’s house will I go
To the house of endless love, peace, and joy,
will I return
Into the waiting loving arms of my father;
into the warm happy embrace of friends and loved ones,
who had been on the journey and gone home before me,
eagerly awaiting my return
To my home, to my father’s house,
of endless love, peace, and joy,
will I return
The day of my return, I know not,
but when it comes, I will know,
for my father will call me home,
When he calls, I will hear
I will answer his call
I will run to my father
I will be home
(Dedicated to Merl Butler)
Thou not from Israel
yet Israel like
to sell our heads
in the name of yahoo
To say I am from this clan
is like to say I am leprous
in Elisa’s clan
in the sight of macoys
Denying me chapter Iv
of our supreme book
making me more black than I am
lets break their records
Their record of unequalness
For all animals are equal.
MY GOD IN HEAVEN,
SURELY, YOU ARE IN CONTROL. YOU WILL PUT ME WHERE YOU WANT ME TO BE.
YOU WILL GIVE ME WHAT YOU WANT ME TO HAVE, AND YOU WILL GET ME THERE
IN THE WAY THAT YOU HAVE ALREADY PLANNED FOR ME TO ARRIVE.
ATHOUGH THIS SEASON OF MY LIFE HURTS, AND I ADMIT MY FRUSTRATION WITH
THIS PROCESS; YOU HAVE MERCY UPON ME. I KNOW THAT YOU WILL
NEVER ALLOW ME TO ENDURE PAIN WITHOUT A PAYOFF; CAUSE WITHOUT
A PLAN, AND THE COST IS NEVER WORTH MORE THAN THE FINISHED PRODUCT.
THIS IS WHAT I’M HOLDING ON TO, LORD. I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME A PRAISE
REPORT. I NEED TO SEE YOU MOVE IN THIS VALLEY I AM IN. PLEASE, FOR YOUR
GLORY. BLESS ME IN A WAY THAT OTHERS WILL SAY, ‘SURELY, GOD IS IN THAT.”
YOU HAVE PROMISED TO MAKE MY ENEMIES MY FOOTSTOOL. YOU SAID THAT
THEY WILL BLESS ME FOR YOUR GLORY!
FROM VISION TO VICTORY. FROM VICTORY TO GLORIOUS TESTIMONY. I WILL
FOLLOW YOU. FOR YOU MY GOD, ARE IN CONTROL. YES, MY GOD IS IN CONTROL.
AND KNOWING THIS BRINGS PEACE TO MY SOUL.
FOR MY GOD IS ALWAYS IN CONTROL.
O that grief in stone alone would tell
That passage from life's cross to hell
For having been born we begin the process
Of our unbecoming, a very subtle knell
Tolled on beads of faith in counter spell
All of death's exacting claim and duress.
But this Christ cast down by the evil it
The thing he did make subduing spirit
To take its flight from flesh, and leave the leather
Gnarled and twisted, so death inhabit
There God in convulsions truths admit
Is more than just change, or state of weather
Walk me through the crowd again, fled
From the picture, hear the hollow dread,
The dismal cry before existential emptiness
The brittle bonds of broken Godhead
The loneliness for sin that stood my stead
It tells upon even stone in lifeless grimace
How clever in work each chisel caught there
Languid form, and pity in the stare-less stare
The naked moment of our point of death foretold
The diligence against the strain of all fear
The sombre moment lurid on the dismal air
God is one with man, so man may grace the fold.
But in this deposition with self imposed I see
More than just a comment on self history
I see the co-opted glory of an alien race
The transposition of a marginal identity
The subjugation of faith to human mastery
Birthed and centered in death's callous place.
Go on you worshipers of idols in griefs of stone
Martyr yourselves for adulation of the throne
Art is memory that only tells in part our intent
The cross' silent purpose by sage sins condone
The longing to remove God and take his zone
Of time and space for preferred devilment.
I before no pieta bow, let the mad man die alone
Man came from the earth and O the worth unknown
To hold his God not as dead thing, but life summed
Through faith and gift of grace, a worthiness of throne
After the marble is cut, look out for the single stone
Toppling kingdoms in its roll as bright Jesus come.
Larry Rice did something nice
When he made his life a sacrifice
Larry Rice did something right
By turning someone's darkness into light
As I wonder about right and right
I wonder what God did to Larry Rice
And I see visions of the bitterly poor
Those cursing God for being so poor
I see visions of Gods children
without a home, without a coat
without food, without pity
Then I see a vision of God
raising up a man
A man who would turn pity
And then turn repentance
into a gift
to and from God
And not just stop at pity
God did something very nice
When God made Larry Rice
Bring them a cup of sea for lighted candles
Tell them taste and tell, and tell, and tell
The ancient salt, the bitterness it kindles
While creation groans at the brink of hell.
Anyone can condemn the sea you know
I have seen it gutting the land, have seen
Rocks becoming sand, and sand is no screen
For water. The land melts like meals of snow
O let us criticize the stars, moon and wind
Let us analyze and build nothing new again
We cannot replace what we have lost to sin
Let us excite our minds in seasons so vain.
Each fault should come with a fixer's plan
Each crowd should go home with wings
For joy, but the sea in their eyes stings
Children hope, the salt is in the vein of man.
Only a prayer can promote the peace sought
Diligently among the sad broken of the able
Wisdom as a dream in butterfly net is caught
The cup of sea sits still, a picture on the table
Of old Daedalus and our patience in dust
The mall is a symposium of the noise remaining
The tirade of the tyrant sea in tidal groaning
Tell and tell and tell splintering sprays of trust.
And this cup ties itself like leaf to old stumps
Of history, evoking things not properly told
Before. The serpent unswaddles all the slumps
That avarice us chasing pictures of fools' gold
O that I could banquet your hearts on faith
Better than promises, or Icarus wax dripping
Like sweat. The seas sore salt has no diluting
O let it go, the millennium is late, late, late.
In honor of mothers who keep their sons pure,
And of uncut men, I thee reassure
You are perfect and wholesome just as you are.
Born in God’s image, you’re already a star.
Your foreskin’s a blessing, so think and be wise,
And give thanks to all parents who don’t circumcise.
God made you complete in the womb, yes God did.
God loves you like that and therefore doth bid
That you stay as you are, in your natural state,
So that when, at last, you meet your soul mate,
You’ll unite, both of you, a half and a half,
To make passionate love, a love that will last,
Without a thing lacking, you will be truly whole,
With eternal fulfillment in your heart and soul.
Your God-given potential for heavenly pleasure
To share with your true love is something to treasure.
So take not for granted that flap of loose skin,
So seemingly useless, toilsome, and thin,
Your manhood deserves the wrapping its in,
For to butcher a creation of God is a sin,
And a gift to all humans who preside on this earth,
It is time now to cherish what you’ve had since your birth.
when God sent His righteous seed down to earth
man's justification was then given birth
a child was born who became a mighty vine
Jesus of Nazareth, a soul most divine
His purpose was to be God's manifestation
His mission was to lead us on the path to salvation
and like a strong vine, He needed to sprout out
He then stretched His gospel branches all about
In spreading the "Good News", He ventured forth
He reached far and wide for mankind's support
He made disciples of a few and evangelized
and like a strong vine, His fruits were prized
His message was very mysterious for those without ears
accept Him as the Son of Man in order to draw His Father near
and for us He became the ultimate sacrifice
forfeited His roots to give us a clean splice
and for everyone who accepts Him as the Lord Christ
they will be blessed with the Holy Spirit in life
his blood became the purest of wine
a bountiful product from a strong vine
His legendary name will be immortalized
in America's books of history,
and his bravery and heroism
always remembered by us:
the biggest heart driven
by an immense generosity!
When rushed into the thick smoke,
his searching eyes shone
even brighter than the clear morning;
the danger ahead
could not keep him
from saving people trapped in strairways,
people who wailed and waited
in the tower's darkness!
He left behind an indelible legacy,
to let all see what he truly loved;
to inspire them with motivation
and he never was afraid to show affection,
or his unique side of humanity:
that's what he fervently believed!
John,even this total stranger
proudly calls you by name
for having been so brave;
a mother, a father, a son,a sister or friend
who didn't lose anyone, because of your deed,
remembers you in prayer:
and I, a total stranger,related by blood,
praise you in words that'll never grow old!
John,you may be invisible to all,
but your presence is still felt by us;
your handome sons and lovely wife grieve,
but their grief has turned
into something wonderful:
a duty that has been fulfilled
by your call and sacrifice;
a destiny willed by God!
If everyone judges an individual only
by what one has achieved in a lifetime:
you were one of the truest heroes of our time,
who has left his mark on this twentieth century;
and if anyone doubts you did all that,
your devotion can testify and reject that!
It's more than painted over graffiti,
The trouble with our world today.
The problem's mass is sweeping
More like a paint brush,
Used to wash wanton layers,
Time worn colours, away.
Strategic historical scholars, studied to rote,
Besmirch budding Buddhists babies,
Learning to vote by thinking.
What a novel concept!
If people would just pay attention,
The entire world could get smart.
The youth keep shouting louder,
Falling fast, far, and as hard,
As earlier generations did.
They are THE hope of our nation.
Shouting in codes their passions,
Spouting a shiznit with voices hid.
There's something wrong in this country.
It's been simmering in a brew quite a while.
The hippies got old and face graying,
While the youth now do their own thing
With a new fashioned font style.
No lessons learned,
Old leaves not even turned
To compost for human renewal.
Few values passed along the trail
Because values, then,
Weren't the popular thing,
To be in, with it, man.
Can you dig it?
There are 50-odd million Americans
Staying, saying, and swaying,
"We won't let you whitewash us away,
Like grains of sand in a rip tidal bay."
So I'll face every day on my own terms.
The representatives stand for me, too.
One must be true to his conscience
As the rest pigeonhole patriotically
Into immigrant shades of red, white, and blue.
Your love whistled through my heart
Swung through my leaves
Danced with my soul,
And as we touched
Our skin quivered
Tears were shed
As hands of Zues
Which so tenderly caressed my every need
Breathlessness swept over my body,
You my master
The chief of my embodiment
You captivate my every move
And spread words of song a cross my bounty,
My everything you,
Darkness lit by the wonder streaming from your eyes.
You brought me to new heights,
Flew me upon the Alps,
Graced snowflakes upon my lips,
Traveled through my soul
And filled me with your love
The love none other could have gave
And you gave unto me.
You my morning
By night I see your face as I close to sleep
Dreams wash through me
Wonders of the beauty which lay ahead
None other than your name plagues my thoughts
An entranced beauty
A touch of God and tong of angels
Your heavenly word rings aloud
Washing over me
You are my strength
My weakness which entangles me
A web of a future tied to a string of matrimony
Ignighting a flame
So dormantly spent laid amongst tattered sheets
And tear stained pillow tops
Your praise lingers through me
Ringing aloud the wonder of you
A wisperer you are
So galently arousing me
Intrigued a wanton spirit bounding back inside of me
As you stand before me
A shadowed figure
Streaming a moon lit future
Spread amongst the stars
The heavens shine before us
As we fall into another
An embrace shaking the grounds
Heavens pour out cries
As we surrender
Through the gentle breeze and tempered storm
I find peace in your arms
Where hell surrounds us
I see grace in your presence
Silenced in your weathered ways
A fellowship of understanding showers me
As you clasp your hands upon my face
I'm surrounded by the awe settled in you.
Passionless I see each new day arrive and depart.
I shall not falter upon any deed.
I betray not
Why is this feeling plaguing my mind and spirit?
I was never insensible to my deity.
Or ever will be.
Listless I lay upon the life before me and beyond.
Apathetically I continue with a plea.
I will awake.
Ever since humans sought the supernatural,
confusion seemed bizarre and hysterical;
within hills and mountains they erected their temples,
sang their praises to appease
their gods, who were thought to be angry at times...
what they were trying to accomplish
was to feel the presence of a spirit which granted their wishes!
How wonderful is the faith of true believers,
and they don't build cathedrals
as far as the unreachable sky;
the God they're searching for..is as close
as the depth of their faithful heart!
How loud are their voices,at sunrise, that ascend
like seagulls...to transform themselves
into a celestial chorus with a crescendo...
that draws them closer to a sky of indigo!
In the streets of this Babylonian craze,
religion is without atonement,
but there's plenty of defiled grace
to be consumed as the exquisitive
food of a privileged banquet...
where a doubter is rediculed by laughs and condemned;
human,human race where does God live?...
And does He approve of your false zest?
How wonderful is the faith of true believers,
clinging to that sublime hope, rising from light,
to reach Heaven without having to go through Hell;
how humble is the aspiration of the true faithful...
not relying on astrology,avoiding all kinds of deceit!
Be watchful and shun pretentiousness...
worship Him truthfully and assert your claim;
nobody but you can decide what's right!
You make me happy
when I feel sad
You turn my frown upside down
When my day is bad
Thinking of you
Puts a smile on my face
And every new day together
Makes you impossible to replace
I had stopped believing
Through lies and deceiving
That I could give someone my trust
But with you I feel
Emotions so strong and so real
That this could turn into more than just lust
But don't get me wrong
Even though my emotions are strong
I feel scared
And still want to hide
Guys before have made me smile
Then made me cry in a little while
And wrenched my heart out from the inside
In the past
And in the time before
Tears have rolled down my cheeks
And found their way unto the floor
Then my legs ran
And my feeling's I would hide
And the words that I spoke
Quited the screaming inside
But now my legs have stopped running
For they've brought me to find
A person who make me comfortable
Like I can relax and unwind
Joseph the Christ figure giraffe bookmark
wooly resents that penultimate comment
and tells me whut
“ALL NEW MATERIAL. CONFORMS”
Of what does he speak? What madness?
“TO TOY SAFETY REGULATIONS”
The turning phrase!
A thousand old Buddhas stand speechless!
The name of Jesus is so powerful.
Name like His, there's no other!
Of that, we can all be sure.
Jesus, is our Lord and Savior and He
Is now in heaven preparing a place for us too
So that we be with Him there someday for all eternity
Powerful is He! And blessed be His divine name forever and ever!
The good among us
will survive us;
the great examples
of warmth and good will...
Too often we've heard
of meannes, of injustice
and of selfishness;
who's to blame?
Those unjust acts
can't force us to hide
compassion and goodness;
every person who lives and dies
shouldn't suppress them
for the fear of judgment,
because the good among us
is based on love and kindness!
The good among us
is one of the blessings
that God has given us lovingly and freely;
a most precious gift of everlasting beauty!
The good among us
is our guidance...
in a life that can't escape death;
the good among us
is that lighthouse which shines...
when a dark night arrives!
like last leaf
to a velvet
such a lovely
scene, from painted
prose of God,
of which thru his artwork
reminded me of
holding sweet mama,
‘til he was being
into manhood, by the thrilling
wings of her olden days.
This day shall be in remembrance of all the lost souls.
Each one remembered proudly on every flag pole.
This day shall be in remembrance to the fire fighters and all the crews.
Who rushed in giving up their lives, knowing what they knew.
This day shall be in remembrance to each soldier who followed their course.
The Army, Navy, Marines and the Airforce.
This day shall be in remembrance to all the brave and willing strangers.
Who came together to help and comfort, not knowing the dangers.
This day shall be in remembrance to the brave policemen and women.
Who came and worked side by side with with other laymen.
This year shall be in remembrance to all the who gave to the oppressed laden with hardship.
Whether it be a stranger or simply a friendship.
This date shall be forever etched in our hearts and in history.
Let freedom reign, the eagle will soar with such gallantry.
In reverence of 9/11, I kneel to pray...
As I write this, each tear falling don't come close to all who was lost that day.
Each year passing, shall be in remembrance to the brave red, white and blue.
That we came back stronger, braver and always renewed.
Your earth is calm my lord after all these centuries
of pain and disdain when man was to blame for
constant shame in your name. You asked in long
times past that your creation was in image of sacrifice and
the life you lay down for your people was to bring forth blessing
in your holy steeple. In light of martyrs that cried out for mercy on the
mount that you preach your praise and glory all children are pure with
out worry. To walk in the path of grace to whom this land was your chosen
place i worship the everlasting and cast aside those in midnight
passing. My heavenly father in which your house i must dwell i turn away
from chaos and wash my hands of Satan and his sin only to allow your light
to heal me from with in. May all of your people follow your gospel with the same
strength as your brave apostles worthy is your name my lord glory in all things
we must change is your name my father Amen.
Humanity began falling, a man came, unknown!
His aspiration beckoned many nation;
Taught the gospel with zest,
Till sun crossed from east to west!
With His gentle touch, the sky silvered;
From bondage of ignorance, we're freed
To receive the right,
Of worshiping God's holiness!
Long gone, but never forgotten
For we deeply feel his presence;
Moving forward in one spirit;
Ours is to share, the blessings, we inherit!
Remember the true messenger;
Follow His great legacy to finish the race;
The Holy Father awaits us, eagerly!
In heaven, where saints reside, peacefully!
This heavy heart of wanderer rode
on the unremitting winds of sin...
riding on waves that only lulled
my many unsurmountable fears
and with no wings to hold me up,
I couldn't notice I was drifting past hope;
the distant sun brilliantly shone,
unable to reach those dark places within...
Use me indefinitely,Lord...
and make that bond stronger,
which was lost when I was younger;
use me indefinitely,Lord...
to amend the unkept promises
and the false will to live...
but looking to others for advice,
it all added up to wordly lies!
Why haven't I yet been blessed...
to share my blessings with others,
and be shielded from my enemies
with that invincible sword called,"Faith.";
why haven't I given up all the earthly joys...
to look up and cleanse me of all ugliness?
Use me indefinitely,Lord...
to never go back to those alluring ways:
to appease human behavior and bypass
a peaceful and long life ;
use me indefinetely,Lord...
at least,there is one left
to be redemeed by remorse and guilt,
and proclaim you shamelessly!
try not to put any obstacles in anyone's way
as servants of God in everything we do, on it we will pray
patiently endure the hardships, the difficulties and the troubles
to be persecuted in the name of Christ is just a part of the greater struggle
you might have to go through beatings, being robbed or thrown into jail
you might be overworked, starved or go through all types of hell
but by our purity, our knowledge, our wisdom and patient measure
we will have shown ourselves approved to receive God's eternal treasure
with righteousness as our weapon to attack and defend
with the truth in our message and the Holy Spirit as our friend
we will be honored and disgraced
we will be insulted and praised
we will wield the Sword of the Spirit
and in victory our hands will be raised
although we are saddened, we will always be glad
although we seem poor, we are rich in the love for us Jesus had
we seem to have nothing, when in fact we possess everything
for we are the true servants of God, the Lord of Lords, the King of Kings
vindicate me oh Lord, plead my case with Thy righteous hands
deliver me Oh God from any unjust and deceitful man
for You are the God from whence I get all of my strength
cast me off not and never let me mourn for any length
shine upon me Thy light so that I may bask in Your truth
lead me, guide me towards Your Tabernacle Booth
as I kneel beforeThy altar, let my joy be exceedingly
for I will play songs of praise on my harp for all the world to see
be not sadden over my soul nor disquiet the spirit within me
for You are my hope and salvation and I give my all to Thee
This pen, solid black opaque void
spills out its inky soul for me
so I can decant my own
Thanks, pen, you are Christ Almighty
I will call you Hector
Have you ever taught that mothers
love their children in the same way?
Have ever you ever understood
that the eyes of true mothers
share in their great joy
and most times cry...
when they make them really proud
of their first victory?
True mothers give more than
their immortal affection...
they open up their big hearts
to those needing strenght:
to help them in that long journey
away from their sight,not their thoughts;
and when they return,
they'll be waiting anxiously!
And if you wonder why you never
see them cry...it's because they withhold
their tears beyond her undetectable fears;
true mothers monitor your steps like God...
'till they're completely sure
you won't bedazzled by failure!
True mothers can't help imagining
what tomorrow will bring to their seed;
and knowing that their mission in life is sacred,
they'll keep that love flowing...to keep us on living!
O Heart, cry for this new joy...
I am no longer saddened
and clinging to despair;
I can't imagine the sublime feeling
overwhelming me with ecstacy...
and nothing can put out my ardor!
This is a deserving gift from Heaven,
God heard me and purified me
with a compassion no human could ever have;
sinners aren't guarded by sweet angels of purity,
they fight against all that is good...
resisting salvation, lashing at God!
O heart, cry for this new joy...
I have prayed and been answered,
immense mercy has showered me
and my road is clear and not bumpy;
who can extend forgiveness and mercy,
to someone who's imperfect and burdened,
if not the Lord of eternity?
I have sought none other than Him,
a doorway to ascape the ugliness of sin...
never going back to put up with struggle,
be cast away and tremble!
O heart, cry for this new joy...
let me rejoice with a loud voice,
exalt His name with loving praises
and behold His everlasting glory!