Why do birds have wings,
Did you ever watch them fly?
Gracefully they fill the air,
Beauty in the sky.
Why do puppies wag their tail,
Their happiness so pure?
The little squeeks and special sounds,
Steal your heart for sure.
Why do trees have leaves,
Their branches reaching far?
Their start in life a tiny seed,
Their growth wonder and awe.
Why does the sun rise in the East,
Brighten our life each day?
It then sets in the West,
When it is time to go away.
Why do flowers only bloom,
For a little while?
We enjoy their beauty,
They soon go out of style.
Why is there a rainbow,
Whose colors have no end?
Why is it not straight,
Instead of in a bend?
Moses brought the Israelites,
Out of Egypt's land.
How did they get there anyway,
We do not understand.
Thomas, do you believe,
Because you see and feel?
Bless those who accept the Son,
For it is God's Will.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
OH MY GOD!!!
Assemble all the gods we’ve built,
stand them in a line, then walk along
the corridor and ponder which is yours,
which is mine? Dragons, stoics, satyrs,
saints, all stony faced with colored paints.
Some in regal pompous robes others missing
all their clothes. Fierce and sullen, sour faced
one look to put you in your place, kind and
gentle, bended knee promising to set you free.
Ogre sneers on giant cats, fat and sassy spoiled brats.
These are the gods we have created.
Thank God they never met - and mated.
John G. Lawless
Day by day my body decays
And my soul waits
For the warmth of your embrace
The meaning I cannot trace
The time is now to receive your grace
I remember much
Yet memories past have no bearing
I can see much
The meaning almost clear
The dust settles and chaos vanquished
Peace and love echoed again and again through the halls of time
Bear no weight until the final moments
A single frame as I lay
Time will no longer wait and I can no longer stay
Harmony engulfs me
Symphonies escort me
And angels guide me
My loving Father waits for me
I can almost see Him
I certainly feel Him
The old world fades to grey
A brilliant glow not of this world fills me
A love not felt by mortals
It is the beginning of the end
My breath shallow
My thoughts clear
My soul readies
Do not weep
He is waiting for me
This is exactly where I am supposed to be
Stretch our mind/s with deep understanding of Wisdom
To obtain positive understanding with every complications
Counsel us with guidelines in our work
Give us Fortitude, strength, Patience and Tolerance to finish in peace successfully
Deliver knowledge in our mind/s
For us to receive Piety, goodness and devoutness to get satisfaction
With Holy Fear of the Lord-God, I/we ask in the name of Father Christ Jesus to be with us now and forever.
People can change the “our” to “their”, “him” or “his” when praying for others.
I CAN’T BREATHE
I am being suffocated by causes.
Will we march Quixote-like
enraged by the spinning of the windmills?
We protest the wars carrying placards
while expecting others to carry arms,
praise God and worship Jesus while
condemning all others to eternal damnation.
How many would offer to abort – an abortion –
by offering to adopt the child at birth,
feed the hungry at their own kitchen table,
stage a “die-in” in the lobbies of academia
demanding they empty their cash filled
endowment accounts – and give to the poor,
clothe the naked, drill wells for the thirsty.
In our effort to “Celebrate Diversity” are we
selectively excluding those who are just
too diverse for us? Must we sacrifice our
history and culture on the altar of inclusiveness?
Perhaps, in time, our exhalations will become
toxic to an environment devoid of trees to
balance our co-dependent existence.
Why are the rights of the 1% minority less
important than those of the 99% who claim
to be in the majority. Are not politicians corrupt
by the very nature of the political power structure?
Should we vote blindly because we do not
listen – only hear what we want to hear,
sit in the eye of the hurricane of apathy
warning all of the dangers outside of it,
tax the poor to fund programs for the poor,
subsidize farmers to grow less to keep the
prices high, rail against compromises in
the privacy laws while posting our lives
on Face Book, twitter, and u-tube.
Have we forgotten the cries of the oppressed:
“No more genocides, no more holocausts”,
turned our backs, averted our eyes
lest we see the horror we negligently condone.
Will we black out all our bumper stickers,
discard all of our tee shirts, assist the
elderly shopper in reaching the high shelf,
pick up after our pets – or even more
spiritually – pick up after someone else,
speak to the disheveled panhandler –
if only briefly - to say good morning,
contribute more than money and
three cans of tuna to the food drive,
assist voters to the polls regardless
of their political leanings, allow those
who do not see our concerns as having
any real value their opinion. Will we(I)
be their when the marches are over,
the media bored with the cause, the
placards torn and faded, the enthusiasm
waning as work, school, exams, life –
and the living of it – move us back to
the eye of the maelstrom, the safety of
conformity, the “peace” of acquiescence.
Or will we scream each morning
“LET US BREATHE”. Let us breathe
life and passion and power into our
day, reach out and “BE CAUSE”,
stay the course lest the ship lose
it heading, run aground on the shoals
of false satisfaction at how involved
we were, how much we accomplished.
Will we breathe the breath of truth,
of freedom, of love, of peace, of unity
across this land reaching to the shores
and forests of our world, reaching to
touch the hand of that stranger
who lives next door.
John G. Lawless
My soul is Hindu...
My head is Islam...
My heart is Christian...
Every part of our body has various righteousness.
Every religion is teaching us the knowledge of humanity and love.
Truly religion gives us strong base of life and peace.
Similarly science means comprehensive knowledge.
Science is teaching us the knowledge of existence and prosperity.
Scientific religion is called spiritualism.
It's the historical contribution of science and religion.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
I had some very good primary school teachers who were awesome
But in all my schooling, one of my college instructors stood out to be super awesome
In our first day of class we all sat on a beautiful mat that she had acquired from one of her travels to a middle eastern country
Then we drank tea in tiny little cups
This is a welcoming gesture that she had learnt from her travels
This special gesture always reminds me of the book Three Cups of Tea
We were about twelve students, about five minorities
It was called World Studies
That little gesture brought all of us closer
On our last day of class we had an international potluck where we each brought food from our different cultures and ethnic backgrounds
Am sure God was smilling on that day as he watched us try each other's foods and learn about each other through it
I remember a story she told us of how she wore a niqab to her church and stood by the door as a greeter
She talked of how most people avoided her direction, some not even looking at her
She was this petite white woman
She had travelled to twenty something countries worldwide doing missionary work
She had walked on soils where women were regarded inferior and unworthy
She had put her hands during her missions, in places where white people were loathed
But even with some of the dire situations she found herself into, she still had that caring and loving heart
I remember the projects we did for refugees
Another of her many passions
She provided healthcare, education and assisted with basic needs acquisitions for them
I learnt that we can all sit down, have a cup of tea, put down our differences and accept each,
to make this world a peaceful place
I grabbed my fishing pole and all the fishing lures I thought I would need. Now, I’m on my way to fish for my daily meal.
When I got to the waterfront, there were no fish for me to catch. I was disappointed, so I decided to sit down and think.
While sitting there thinking, a man came over to me. He ask, why are you just sitting here with your fishing pole and lures?
I told the man coming here was a big mistake, so, I’m sitting here because there are no fish for me to catch.
The man said follow me, I’ll take you to a place where you can fish, you won’t need your fishing pole or your lures and you won’t have any regrets.
I didn’t understand what he was saying, but I followed him anyway to see what was his plan.
He took me to a place where a crowd of people had gathered. I said to him, there is no water so how can I fish, what can I hope to catch.
I said to myself, I’ll never catch any fish because too may people are here, so now my hope had been totally shattered.
He said listen to what I say, then you will understand why I brought you to this place.
He stood in front of the crowd and he started to speak. His voice was soft and gentle, like sweet honey to a bee.
He spoke of love, kindness, forgiveness and many other wonderful thing. I forgot about wanting to catch fish for me to eat.
He keep talking and I started to understand. He wanted me to fish for lost souls, so I can teach them about God’s holy plan.
I’m no longer a fisherman for creatures of the sea. I am a fisherman for the Lord, that was His ultimate plan for me.
An adopted culture
inculcated into individuals
with packages full of half truths
blended with interests so personal
as the convictions of its prey
are bought too cheaply.
A never fully understood process
a system either ambiguous
or full of darkness
yet commands dedication and loyalty
Far from being a lifestyle
a pretender; so hypocritical to spirituality
and a sworn enemy to freedom
appears as the light
but comes in a flash and leaves total darkness
its actual and true nature.
So well obeyed
and diligently served
powerful and mighty
as it is a master
in manipulating the mind.
It's cage is heavy
with thick Iron rods
very small and compressive
but having no lock,
want to come out? Simply open the door
and emancipate yourself.
You need not follow the doctrine of man
to be spiritual
a mortal guide is ideal
but finding your own understanding
is the most appropriate
or else, you'd be burnt
by the deadly flames of religion
NOTE: There is a huge difference between being spiritual and being religious. Even in Christianity, Jesus Christ condemned the pharisees and Sadducees over and over again.. Why? They were religious and not spiritual!
So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?
If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
®Registered: Ann Rich 2006
BEGGAR LADY ON A CHURCH STEP
(APROPOS IN GOD WE TRUST)
Her lips quivered with despair
as the frail hand struggled with its self
to position outstretched.
Tormented eyes bulged
from cryptic sockets:
testaments of hunger’s victory.
Then loudly can the chilling voice
piercing the solemn silence screaming:
“Go away! Can’t you see
this is a church step!”
Then the saved ones
went in to pray.
I gave her my tithes
and walked away.
How can geographic points for interaction
and socializing become haram?
Catching up with the flying time
and constant upgrade in civilization process;
these too are also haram?
Is seeking knowledge and applying
understanding haram too?
Funny enough, a particular 'god'
gives his affirmation to this
way of stone age enslaving way of living.
Females with males on the same platform
and their significance and huge role
in a modern society is so haram.
'must', 'force' and compulsion; their coat of arm.
dialogue and democracy abominations and canal.
In short, all are considered haram.
Spoken words without submission;
submission without worship and reverence;
reverence not to a supreme called 'Allah'
enough reasons, for death to shop on souls.
Free will, liberty and freedom;
worst of all, the right to live
have now been considered haram.
Even with such a babaric ideology
They forget that.......................................
the use of communicating devices is haram
why use video clips and satellite cells
instead of crows and birds?
They forget that.........................................
the use of bombs and weapons
of mass destruction is haram.
Why not use stones and bare fighting skills?
Even the bow and arrow
are invention of knowledge and science!
They forget that............................................
machines and wheels are also haram.
Why not use camels and horses?
They forget that..........................................
the cotton and silk they wear are haram.
Why not use leaves and animal skin?
The same ideology they propagate
is the same they contradict
leaving them with absolutely no excuse
and gross foolishness in committing
these huge crimes against humanity.
This is not a war,
yet we have prisoners and girl slaves?
We aren't in the battle field
yet people are dying in mass and numbers?
Holy smoke! This is the 21st century for goodness sake...
yet we are compelled to
live beneath stones and
find warmth beside raw fires?
Woe unto you, masters of terror!
don't forget that after a time cycle
another hour immediately begins.
You'll be caught up with your deeds
and the whole of nature will spit on your existence.
Life has been sweet, mysterious
and full of hope like an expectant mother.
Even though you've succeeded
in making it a blind date;
we'll face the occasion with hope
never giving up
on the final sight of a beautiful new acquaintance.
He has so many names and there is so much confusion.
I'm not sure I know them all but here are a few.
"High Priest Melchizedek" (Genesis 14:18) "king of Salem"
"The Priest of God Most High." (also see in New Testament)
"Son of Man" (Revelation 1:12-20 Mattew 9:6-13 John 8:28 John 6:62
John 1:51 3:13 3:14 5:27 6:27 6:53 6:62) (Acts 7:56)
(Luke 11:30-12:8-12:10-12:19 12-whole chapter too many others
"Imamanuel" (Matthew 1:23) (Isaiah 7:14)
"I am the true vine" (John 15:1)
"Jesus Christ" (Matthew 1:18-25)
"A Savior Who is Christ the Lord" (Luke 2: 11-12)
I am running out of space and We've only scratched the surface,
there are so many more that fit the purpose.
Gods and Devils
And on the saddest day,
“Men” created “Gods”
bestowing upon them
the power to terrorize “men”,
reduce them to subservience, servitude.
“Men” worshipped these “Gods”,
begged them for fulfillment, forgiveness,
petitioned them for mercy.
Blamed the “Gods” for all things
good and bad, holy or evil,
for all that happens is
“the will of the “Gods”.”
“Men” fear their own “Gods”.
Cower silently, heads bowed, as those
who “represent the Gods” pass -
Grovel before the power of an
unseen “God” – before a “Man”.
The “Gods” created “Devils”
as a defense against the “Men”
who created the “Gods”. Declared
that all who questioned the
validity of the “Gods”, and their
powers, were - “Devils” -
therefore a manifestation of “Evil”.
Thus, the “Gods” and “Devils”
created by “Man” have conspired
to hold “Man” hostage, to punish
“Man” for having the audacity
to create such “Gods” and allowing
these “Gods” to create such “Devils”.
Submitted to – Gods and Devils – Poetry contest
He has so many names and there is so much confusion,
I'm sure I don't know them all but here are a few.
All of his names come from the root words God, Jesus, Christ,
King, used in different variations throughout the old and new
testaments. It would take years of work to compile them all.
"Root of Jesse" (Isaiah 11:10)
"Stumbling Block" (1 Corinthians 1:23)
"Son of the HIghest" (Luke 1:32)
"a horn of salvation" (Luke 1:69)
"Stone which the builders rejected" (Luke 20:17)
"King of Peace" "King of Salem" (Hebrews 7:2-24)
"First born son of Mary Christ Jesus" (Matthew 1:25)
"He is the image of the invisible God the first born of all creation"
(Collossians 1:15 by help of James Paranteau)
"Adam" per help of Don Johnson (1 Corinthians 15: 45-49)
"the word became flesh" (John 1:14)
"Jehovah" "YAH" per help of Andria Dietrich (Isaiah 12:2-6)
"Israel of God" (Galatians 6:13-18)
I am sure there are many more that fit the purpose.
Thanks to the assistance of the Eternal Holy Spirit
The understanding of both the realities
The words of the heritage of faith
Able to grow in the life of the Church
Through the contemplation
Study of believers who ponder things in their hearts
Is in particular theological research which deepens knowledge of revealed truth
From intimate sense of spiritual realities which believers experience
The Sacred Scriptures grow with the one who reads them
From the teaching of those who have received
Along with their right of succession in the episcopate
The sure charism of truth
It is clear therefore that
In the supremely wise arrangement of EternalGod
And the Magisterium of the Church are so connected
That one of them cannot stand without the others
Each in its own way
Under the action of the Eternal Holy Spirit
They all contribute effectively to the salvation of souls
In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.
Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.
A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.
Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.
Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.
The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.
For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.
Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.
The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.
The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.
Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations
He has so many names and there is so much confusion,
I'm not sure I kow them all but here are a few.
The Word of God (rev. 19:1-16)
The Word of Life (1 John 1:1-3) (1 John 1-3)
The Alpha and The Omega (rev. 1:8) (rev. 22:13)
The Bright and Morning Star (rev. 22:16)
Messiah (Daniel 9:25) (1 John 1:41)
Lamb of God (1 John 1:29)
King of Kings and Lord of Lords (rev. 19:16)
The Chief Corner Stone (1 John 20:17) (1 Peter 2:6) (Matthew 21:42)
Man of Sorrows (Isaiah 53:3)
Rod from the Stem of Jessee (Isaiah 11:10)
Holy One of Israel (Isaiah 55:5)
I am sure there are so many more that fit
fit the purpose. I would appreciate it if you
would like to collaborate I'm sure you know
some that are new, jump in if you would Please?
Altogether unprofitable sentimental but no fool they call him an old sap The taste of knowledge to him is sweet to get more valuable than sap to a tree even more valuable than the gold that runs from seven hills prolongs the days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened. The Lord does hate pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom with an expected end pure love as God gives the increase I have tasted the Lord is gracious A strong warning from the savior Jesus He is Lord whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire some may say the old sage is just saber rattling Essayage the shoe on the other foot walking a mile in someone else shoes who has two left feet and one leg longer truly your feet are bound to get sore circling around the mountain just assaying the metal who is your maker I know mine For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, works for us a far more exceeding eternal weight of glory I am not straining gnats just spitting out the the filthy camel Love the Lord God Jesus and every man your neighbor all the glory of man as the flower of grass like sagebrush God made foolish the wisdom of this world put your faith and hope in God and not in men though man's urban inflections change the Word of the Lord stands sure Everlasting superior are God's ways than man's momentary dullness
Oh beautiful Sunday morning,
Glad to meet you oh beautiful Sunday morning,
Though you are windy and snowy in appearance,
Yet I wouldn't mind having a walk with you to the house of worship.
TRUST IN GOD
WO RAATOO KO UT KAR AKSAR
APNAY RAB SAY SHIKAYAT KARTA THA
UNDA - E - ZAY AHTEYJAAJ KO WO
LAMHEY SHIKAYAT KEHTA THA
NADAAN NASAMAJ PAGAL DEEWANA
HALAAT KI GARDISH KA ILZAAM
WO APNAY RAB KO DIYA KARTA THA
EK DIN ALLAH KO JOSH AYA
TAQDEER KO US NAY BADAL HI DALA
AP WO RAATOO KO UT KAR
ROZ ! SUJDAY KIA KARTA HAY
SHUKRAY KUDA KAY NAM PAR
HAR ROZ ROHYA KARTA HAY
US KI TAKRAR MAY US KAY AITAJAAJ MAY
EK YAQEEN KA RANG THA, EK UMEED KA DUNG THA
ALLAH KO YEH SAB PASAND AYA
BOLA! JA TUJH KO MAY NAY NAWAZ DIYA
JO MANGTA HAY MANG
JO KEHTA HAI KHAY
KAY MAY RAZI HOON TUJH SAY BAHUT
KUN KAY MAY HI TERA KHUDA HOON
WRITTEN BY SHAISTA MANSOOR
What Father Christ entrusted to the apostles
In turn handed on by their preaching and writing
Under the inspiration of the Eternal Holy Spirit
To all generations
Until Father Christ return in glory
“Sacred Tradition and Sacred Scripture make up a single deposit of the Word of Eternal God”
In a mirror
The pilgrim Church contemplates Eternal God
In her doctrine
Life and worship perpetuates
Transmits to every generation all that she herself is
All that she believes
Thanks to its supernatural sense of faith
The People of Eternal God as a whole never ceases to welcome
Penetrate more deeply
And to live more fully from the gift of divine Revelation
The task of interpreting the Word of Eternal God
AAuthentically been entrusted solely to the Magisterium of the Church
To the Pope
The bishops in communion with Him
alone on a planet,
the planet he was born on,
the planet which gave him strength,
which gave him everything he needed,
what he realizes is the planet wasn't what he thought it was,
the people weren't the people he thought they where,
the human being is not even the human we know about.
Into the deep detail of the human skin he goes,
what he witnesses is huge symbolism coming from the universe,
every form bonding with another form,
the form which bonds ,
keep on bonding as life is a infinite form.
What he discovers is he is in a delusion which is preventing him from becoming complete,
a delusion coming from the higher system such as religion & politics.,
The system which infects our mind ,
making us manipulated for its selfish desires,
the system which turns us into a auto destructive machine,
the system which is not going to let you discover the infinite and what you truly are,
the system consisting of a rebellious negative energy created from the principle of pure destruction.,
A system controlled from another form of life which wants us to remain slaves!,
slaves it wants us so we wont become complete as it fears us!.
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
That was thrown on the battle field for my soul
The inevitable mortal wound waits for me on yonder hill
As the dawn breaks on the time transcribed for me
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
When he was first enclosed
For three dark days and three lonely nights
Until he returned unto the light
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
When we are first enclosed
Waiting for his trumpet to blow
And for all of his people to be called home
Oh the smell of the sweet reprieve rose
"Stop," cried the man, "Can't you hear
screams so eerie to the ear?"
Following one another down the path,
some ears deaf to the wrath.
"Stop,"cried the man, "Can't you see
the flame of fire a head of thee?"
Weary souls kept moving on
hearing the cry of the man who warned.
Closer to the fire darkness crept in.
"Stop," he cried, " I have died for your sin."
"Believe in me," pleaded the man,
"Ignore my cry, you will be damned."
"Who are you?" shouted the crowd.
"Jesus Christ, God the Son," he cried a loud.
The path leads to Hell, souls torment,
forever the pain, no chance to repent.
Stop and listen to the cry of the man.
Before the world, that was God's plan.
Shattered remnants of broken promises that were untrue,
My heart is dead, but my mind is alive.
Dead men wrote this lies, scraped it together,
And called it Divine.
A village in a desert,
Outside the original city of sin,
A small tribe wrote a book of simple truths and wisdom,
To give to their children.
The village was burned,
The tribal elders were killed,
The children were turned into slaves,
The “Book” was stolen,
And their hope was killed.
Simple passages of inspiration,
Became scriptures of jaded interpretation,
Abused and misused was this book of simple truths,
What was originally written as statements of facts,
Were twisted into parables,
And the original literature was declared untrue.
The Tribal elders wrote of a prophet,
Who preached faith, compassion, and love,
You see it was their hope,
That even though their children were hungry and thirsty,
The story of the prophet who help raise them up.
The children of that lost tribe,
never read that book of simple truths,
But instead worked under the brutal tyranny,
Of a King who put the book to his own use.
The King wrote in laws to demand order,
To install fear and demand loyalty,
The Kind added in justifications to start wars,
And forever stunted the people by his claim of original sin,
just another thing he added in.
Commandments were soon written,
To grant permission to condemn the different,
The King called this Religion.
TREE OF LIFE.
I am He that gives life to man, yet man knows me not.
I lived in the midst of man but man never appreciated my importance.
Every tree you can see around gives life; some give life to aquatics creatures; while some terrestrials.
I stands as the only Tree that man needs to resurrect
I was called the Tree of Life when your fathers were in the garden,
I created the tree of knowledge; I refused to live inside the tree until fullness of time.
Fullness of time? Yes.
Fullness of time when man shall eat me and live forever.
Other trees rely on me for provisions till date, all the trees in all ages knee down before me for adoration.
My splendors are in the works I created.
I am He that you rejected but was accepted by those that deserves life.
All the branches that are mine sons and daughters sprout from me,
I am He that gives life and nourishments to sons of men.
The waving branches of trees; reminds me of my numerous glories,
My Source intervened and man departed from mine presence
Then, man screamed, and I saw the look at his face;
I said, Oh! one day, I the Tree of Life shall come and die for you and you shall be my branches.
Thought of all kinds rushing as early streams in the mind of men,
The mind of man asked: How can you die for me and still have me as your branch?
No tree ever dies and still remain alive to produce branches.
Dies you said? Asked the Tree of Life.
Yes ! death. It is my destiny to die.
The glory of your existence is in my death.
In dispensations and ages to come, I shall be the vine and you be my branches.
The fruits of my Tree that you once denied shall you eat and speak of its power to nations.
Greater will your fame be than I when you shall know my knowledge.
I will no longer be in the garden where I was kept and guard by Angels; The heart of men shall be my abode.
All the branches whom you are, shall spread the good news,
I was written in engrafted words in tablets; So shall I in the heart of every man.
I am the Root of roots, the only Root that carry the universe and never complains.
You once had no access to me; but now, through my death you have gained access.
I came as knowledge from my Source and whosoever eats of me, have the Source of everlasting life.
You are in me and I in you. That is why I called you: Tree of Life in this era.
All the saints in me, plants me in all the gardens of the earth till my second coming.
Omojevwe Emmanuel Brown
The wind was blowing when she left the city...
I believe it was twenty below...
Where she was going she already knew...
But... first she had things she had to do...
Get rid of the body that was clear....
There were no options, it had to disappear....
The heater was broken and blowing cold air...
She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..
She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...
As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...
All she had asked him, was to light a fire...
To take off the chill in the house....
Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped
And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..
It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..
This was his favourite fishing spot...
She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..
And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....
Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..
When I get to the Florida Keys..
PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "
According to an ancient tradition
One can distinguish between two senses of Scripture
The literal and spiritual
The latter being subdivided into
The profound concordance of the four senses
Guarantees all its richness to the living reading of Scripture in the Church
The literal sense is the meaning conveyed by the words of Scripture
And discovered byexegesis
Following the rules of sound interpretation
All other senses of Sacred Scripture are based on the literal
The spiritual sense
Thanks to the unity of Eternal God’s plan
Not only the text of Scripture
But also the realities and
About which it speaks can be signs
The allegorical sense
We can acquire a more profound understanding of events
By recognizing the significance in Father Christ
Thus the crossing of the Red sea
Is a sign or type of Father Christ’s victory
And also of Christian baptism
The moral sense
Events reported in Scripture ought to lead us justly
As St. Paul says
They were written for our instruction
The anagogical sense
We can view realities and
Events in terms of their eternal significance
Leading us toward our true homeland
Thus the Church on earth is a sign of the heavenly Jerusalem
A medieval couplet summarizes the significance of the four senses
The letter speaks of deeds; Allegory to faith
The moral how to act; Anagogy our destiny
It is the task of exegetes to work
According to these rules
Toward a better understanding and
Explanation of the meaning of Sacred Scripture
In order that their research may help the Church to form firmer judgment
Every friend is an extension of me. Every friend has taught me what I am.
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who cared for me, loved me,
and gave me a warm experience of the feeling of love?
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who made me feel that I am
so beautiful, and gave me the feeling of being on the top of the world?
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who has given me the knowledge
and helped me to stand in front of the world with the feeling of security.
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who went away from me and
gave me the experience of detachment from loved ones and loneliness?
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who cheated me and thereby
gave me the experience of the feelings of hate and anger?
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who left me and found another
friend and thereby gave me experience of jealousy?
How can I not be thankful to those friends, who put me down and made me
feel inferior by showing my weakness, giving me the experience of deprivation?
How can I not be thankful to ALL those friends, who just made me think
that my mind is in the control of others and nothing is in my own control?
One day I sat in the corner of my room, thinking and thinking, looking here
and there, and then saw what: A glance at a book of Buddha!
How can I not be thankful towards the Buddha who explained compassion to me .
My dear friend, destroy these mental seeds of those feelings that control your mind.
Why don’t you try to destroy these mental seeds of hate?
Why don’t you try to destroy these mental seeds of anger?
Why don’t you try to destroy these mental seeds of jealousy?
Why don’t you try to destroy these mental seeds of greed?
Why don’t you try to destroy these mental seeds of laziness?
Why don’t you try to destroy these mental seeds of clinging?
These emotions are very harmful to your mind…
Reform your mind my dear friend!
Dhamma will teach you, how to reform nothing other than your mind.