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Life is like a coloring book
with few or many pages
filled with complex 
outlined images.

We are given a box of crayons
and are asked to color in the 
background and spaces of the images

Sub-titles are allowed.

When the coloring book is finished
we are given a new one to complete.

C.A.K. 12-6-2012


Was I once before or never
Don’t know how or even whether

I was a firefly, a bird of prey 
a centipede, a fish fillet?

A baseball fan to keep the score
a mockingbird, a carnivore?

A blossom in the midst of spring
a sign of what the day might bring.

A germ grown in a Petri dish
a chicken bone an unmade wish

All things and species could I be,
even remnants of a tree.

Of all of these,  I leave this post,
I am for now what I am most.

CAK 7-23-2012


As 'core' beliefs thicken so, 
does it leave us room to grow?
As aging souls say we must, 
complete the cycle which was thrust
upon our bucolic living place 
turned upside down in whorling space
searching for a redemptive life.

But for you, dearest one, do you not remember 
before you arrived, you took this bucking horse of soul, 
tamed it, labeled it and proclaimed it. 
To become what you needed in order
that your ride be contained and controlled. 
It's name is 'balance' and it keeps you level in the saddle 
so you don't fall off. 



If, we are on a soul journey,
then what must that soul become?

A better soul? A wiser soul?
A sad soul? A learned soul?
Until one reaches the end of time,

There are so many lives to live out
to fully experience all aspects of this world.
Animals, plants - more souls searching?

One can speculate, but from my perspective
none of it makes sense.

CAK 4-03-2012


Was the Phoenix reincarnated?
Or was its embers reignited?  
Perhaps before a lowly worm or soldier bee 
or brown turned leaf upon a tree? 
A  seahorse, a shark, which fish shall I be?  
In fisherman's net to be eaten by me?  
And when the cycle is complete 
and x equals x on our balance sheet.
Can we then rest in a celestial lair 
with memories gone and unaware
of trials by all things forgotten?
If choose I must or chosen by me,  
I'll remain in the stars and just wait to see.


Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2013

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A Child's Peace

Tell me of your peace. 
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place 
As it gently sloughs the pain away 
Tell me of your peace 
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind 
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace 
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know 
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease, 
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here 
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now 
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies 
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free 
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within 
Waiting for you
For you to let it be

Copyright © Gabrielle Charisse | Year Posted 2013

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The Song My Heart Sings

Each morning as my eyes awaken
A lovely song in my heart is heard
Its melody is more than enchanting
It inspires me with amazing words

How could I ever live without you
Lord, why would I ever turn away
From your spirits song of deep love
Which within my heart simply stays

I deeply breathe your perfect harmony 
Accepting your kiss of a love divine
Happiness paints my world beautifully
Since your wonderful gift became mine

Lord, I will always let the world know
How truly blessed my life really is
From that very first perfect moment
As you spoke to me the words I forgive

All that I thought would not be possible
Suddenly in an instant became very true
As my heart humbly responded joyfully 
How much in life I really needed you

I will seek new ways each morning
To happily lift up your name in praise
Thanking you for making love a reality
As a treasured blessing which now stays.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2015

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YangTruth with YintegralBeauties

Beauty, like Truth,
speaks eternal promise
yet timeless decomposition.

Flexing Grace
with impacting empathic Truth
optimize promised prophets past
reiterating Golden Mythic Creation Stories.

Many have mentioned strength of compassion
and tenacious flexibility of mutual mindfulness
as Two Horses to effective political-economic
natural-spiritual sufficiency.

Most dominant Yang encultured poli-economic operators
require less YangTruth voice
and more cooperative listening Yintegrity,
less powering over by opting first for powering cooperatively 
WinWin toward truly engaging, multiculturally embracing, outcomes.

Yang speaks integrity of fertile passion,
often urgent.
Yin is aptic-optic-empathic,
yet also can step up to polypathic,
mindful selfless, and too spineless, flexibility
for more competitive deductive-reductive exercises.

Too Yin oppressing cultural feelings,
absence of Yang SelfPassion singing in harmony with CoPassion,
brings depression
about oppressive Yang's nondual pouting doubting absence.

Passionate integrity Left
with grateful flexibility Right,
can bring mindfully optimal strength 
to face conflict,
even climatic boundary issues and situations,
tipping toward nutritional doors needing further opening,
tipping away from toxic possibilities 
currently trending toward more monoculturally closed-door competitive stink.

Love's strength is coordinated integrity,
cooperative flexibiity,
promising mutually mindful gratitude outcomes
for endless generations of Earth's Tribes.

Balanced together,
truth and beauty as passion with multiculturing flexibility,
both universalist Yang and unitarian Yin
synergetically square-dancing bilateral capacities
for receiving love
and for loving influence, production,
articulation within co-arising Now's invitations
into further evolving Grace.

Optimal health/wealth strength in each Eternal Moment
dynamically balances integrity and flexibility,
confluence and yet also the glad-joy memories
of dissonance lost, with gratitude, for strengths of flexibility,
curiosity, empathy.
Old School gut polyculturing wisdoms.
New Economics politically ecotherapeutic optimization,
EcoConscious ReGenesis.

A new (0)-Core PostMillennial health/pathology ruddered threshold
establishing to pursue and play further WinWin deviance
into ecological norms
re-membering evolutionary/revolutionary calibrations past,
more deductively inclusive of other organic polynomials,
balancing positive with double-negative variables,
moments equivalently between past and future
co-evolving systems;
political power positives,
economic co-investment in ecotherapeutic futures
with long-term slow-growth
nutritionally cooperative positive (0)Riginal Health EnCulturing Intent.

Prophesying Evolutionary Outcomes among still-emergent PolyCulturing EarthTribes,
to date,
save for those already passed entirely away,
harbingers of what we are invited to cooperatively change.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"

Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013

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The New Testament

The Word of Eternal God
Which is the power of Eternal God for salvation to everyone who has faith
Is set forth 
Displays its power in a most wonderful way in the writings of the New Testament
Which hand on the ultimate truth of Eternal God’s Revelation
Their central object is Jesus or Father Christ
Eternal God’s incarnate Son
His acts
Mission and glorification 
His Church’s beginnings under the spirit’s guidance

The Gospels are the heart of all Scriptures
Because they are our principal source for the life 
Teaching of the incarnate Word
Our Savior

We can distinguish three stages in the formation of the Gospels

The life and teaching of Jesus or Father Christ
The Church holds firmly that the four Gospels
Whose historicity she unhesitatingly affirms
Faithfully hand on what Jesus
The Eternal Son of Eternal God
While He lived among men
Really did and taught for their salvation
Until the day when He was taken up

The oral tradition 
After the ascension of the Lord
The apostles  handed onto their hearers what they had said and done
But with fuller understanding which they
Instructed by the glorious events of Father Christ 
Enlightened by the spirit of truth
Now enjoyed

The written Gospels
The sacred authors
In writing the four gospels
Selected certain of the many elements which had been handed on
Either orally or already in written form
Others they senthesized or explained with an eye to the situation of the Churches
While sustaining the form of preaching
But always in such a fashion that they have told us the honest truth about Jesus

The fourfold Gospel holds a unique place in the Church
As is evident both in the veneration which the liturgy  accords it 
In surpassing attraction it has exercised on the saints at all times

There is no doctrine which could be better
More precious
More splendid than the text of the Gospel
Behold and retain what our Lord and Master
Father Christ
Has taught by His words and accomplished by His deeds

But above all it’s the Gospels that occupy my mind when I’m at prayer
My poor soul has so many needs
Yet this is the one thing needful
I’m always finding fresh lights there
Hidden and enthralling meanings


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

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		        And it shall come to past, when  I shall bring
                                    a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be
		       seen in the cloud…and the waters shall no 
                                   more become a flood to destroy…

Memories are like tombstones:
Silent epitaphs of life.

We prepared well for the fire next time;
But the thunder came: wailing clouds
Released their sobbing tears

The crescendo passage of the river’s womb
Overflowed her loins; wetness
Saturating the helpless earth.

Stunned by the surge of the water’s fury,
We sandbagged hope; anchored by our faith,
we levied our destinies on the upper banks of time.

What sins had we forgotten to pray forgiveness for? 
How long had we cursed the drought?  Who Could stop the tears of God?

Cringing beneath the cloud, whining… 
We wiped away our tears; waiting on the crest.
In the tears of God; we waited on the dove: soaring

Skies; sailing in the mist of the bow’s rays;
Refracted by the savory tears of God.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

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Growth in understanding the faith

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
SSacred tradition
Sacred Scripture
And the Magisterium of the Church are so connected
That one of them cannot stand without the others
Working together
Each in its own way
Under the action of the Eternal Holy Spirit
They all contribute effectively to the salvation of souls

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

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The Old Testament

It was apostolic tradition that the Church discerned writings
To be included in the list of Sacred Books
This complete list is called the canon Scripture
It includes 46 books for the Old Testament
45 if we account Jeremiah and Lamentations as one

The Old Testament is dispensable part of Sacred Scripture
Its books are divinely inspired and
Retain a permanent value
For the Old Covenant has never been revoked
The economy of the Old Testament was deliberately so oriented
That it should prepare for and declare in prophecy in the coming of Father Christ
Redeemer of all men
Even though they contain matters imperfect and provisional
The books of the Old Testament
Bear witness to the divine pedagogy of Eternal God’s saving love
These writings are a storehouse of sublime teaching of Eternal God and
Of sound wisdom on human life
As well as a wonderful treasury of prayers
In them
The mystery of our salvation is present in a hidden way

Christians venerate the Old Testament as true Word of Eternal God
The Church has always vigorously opposed
The idea of rejecting the Old Testament
Under the pretext that the New
Has rendered it void (Marcionism.

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

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Faith and understanding

What moves us to believe is not the fact that revealed truths 
Appear as true and intelligible in the light of our natural reason
We believe because the authority of Eternal God Himself who reveals them
Who can neither deceive nor be deceived
So that the submission of our faith nevertheless be in accordance with reason
Eternal God willed that external proofs of his Revelation
Should be joined to the internal help of the Eternal Holy Spirit
Thus the miracles of Father Christ and the saints
The Church’s growth and holiness
Her fruitfulness and stability are the most certain signs of divine Revelation
Adapted to the intelligence of fall
They are motives of credibility
Which show that the assent of faith is by no means a blind impulse of the mind

Faith is certain
It is certain than all human knowledge 
Because it is founded at the very word of Eternal God who cannot lie
To be sure
Revealed truths can seem obscure to human reason and experience
The certainty that the divine light gives is  greater than that
Which the light of natural reason gives
Ten thousand difficulties do not make one doubt

Faith seeks understanding 
It is intrinsic to faith that a believer desires to know better
The One in whom he has put his faith
To understand better what He has revealed
A more penetrating knowledge will in turn call forth a greater faith
Increasingly set afire by love
The grace of faith opens the eyes of our hearts
To a lively understanding of the contents of Revelation
That is
Of the reality of Eternal God’s plan and the mysteries of faith
Of their connection with each other with Father Christ
The center of the revealed mystery
The same Eternal Holy Spirit constantly perfects faith by his gifts
So that Revelation may be more and more profoundly understood
In the words of St. Augustine
I believe
In order to understand 
And I understand 
The better to believe
Or can truth ever contradict truth
Methodical research in all branches of knowledge
Provided it is carried out in a truly scientific manner
Does not override moral laws
Can never conflict with the faith
Because the things of the world 
The things of faith derive from the same Eternal God
The humble and persevering investigator of the secrets of nature is being led
As it were
By the hand of Eternal God in spite of Himself
For it is Eternal God 
The conserver of all things
Who made them what they are


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

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                   I Just Am

“In the ever present moment
you just are.”
That was it!  All he said in response
to my pleas for enlightenment.
Just be where you are
when you are supposed to be there.
Which I eventually figured out
meant always.
“How will I know if I am there
when I’m supposed to be there?”
He responded “If you are present
in the eternal present moment
you will be there when
you are supposed to be there.”
“Why are you here in this moment”
I asked.  He answered “because you
are here in this same moment”.
“God, I hate talking to you.”
“That’s because in this moment
you are supposed to be listening.”
The thought of condensing all of
his remaining present moments
into this one crossed my mind.”
“Why am I in these ever changing-
ever present moments.”
“Because the moment is ever present
 you are present in that moment
for a purpose.”
“And what would that purpose be?”
“That will become apparent to you
in that ever present moment.”
I am not sure what he was trying
to teach me, or if I ever learned it.
Somehow I came to realize one simple
inescapable fact as true – 
In the ever present moment -
I just am.

John G. Lawless

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014

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In Brief

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 which
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
That is
To the Pope
The bishops in communion with Him


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

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The senses of Scripture

According to an ancient tradition
One can distinguish between two senses of Scripture
The literal and spiritual
The latter being subdivided into
Moral and 
Anagogical senses

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


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

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Moksha Karak So what is the individual result of Bavgt Venus. Is it fruit of thought from the sun? Ascendant Ketu is the Vedic text that will provide the different outcomes. As the positions of the planets brings its celestial presence, prophesy forms. <><><><><><><><><> The body of Rahu is malefic to the belief. It provides a credo of acumen to its people. The dream state of Ketu is visceral. Aloof is his presence above (t)his world. The prophecy of Abram, Malachi, and Kalebim is fruit of astrological thought. In that each are dissimilar in conduit, destiny is bestowed on all. <> A cause of liberation from the cycle of birth to death, Abram is forerunner of fortune. He is given the inclinations of his forefathers and knows that he must participate in self-denial. He does find that he desires grand things. When he does, he gains nothing. His number among a nation is a seven (7). Malachi is of avocation. He is skilled in more than one trade. He is imparted via thought and action to construct great cities. Ketu, he speaks about often in which he states provides him his spiritual tendencies. He has learned to be ascetic for greater achievement. That he is a part of precariousness that may be defeating. Austere is his appearance and his number is three (3). Now Kalebim is given two numbers, which are two (2) and four (4). He is perceived as the wise of Ketu. A gyana spirit absolute rule to steer the powers of discrimination amongst nobility. Kalebim worldly desires and ambitions became his spiritual remedies. A regime of empowerment that conjoins knowledge of (the) self. With two (2) and four (4) being the numerology for psychic abilities given only to those natives. <><><><><><><><><> Ketu is the half-planet and what remains of the body of Rahu. Having malignant influence to all involved. Baleful to those that attach themselves to worldly desires and ambitions. But then bestowing wisdom in (the) self, knowledge of belief, and a spiritual regime; Ketu provides numerology to occult destiny. Dynast of Abram, Malachi, and Kalebim is not an inauspicious thing. It is all about the conjunct conceived. <> Acclimatized and controlled, Abram knows the number he holds. The potency of Ketu possesses. Malachi is adorned by life tests. Hitherto, Kalebim is Raja. The fruition of the multiples of two (2) and four (4) in which the people call mokshakarak. Know that mokshakarak (moksha karak) is the cycle of birth to death in which an individual outcome is the prescript. As edict, Ketu is powerful at night. An astrological precept devious in the nature of humankind. Animalistic, but neither feminine nor masculine in nature, Ketu must be position correctly. Ketu is the ruler of number 7 (seven) in Indian numerology. ________________________________________________________________| Written February 08, 2016!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016

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A Poem For You

Everytime I bring forth your image
From deep within the well of my mind
My heart begins shedding joyous tears
For your beautiful love that's mine

I can never escape feeling all the emotions
For they seem to overwhelm me each day
But just like the very first time I embraced you
The raging passion of my love will always stay

I was blessed the day you embraced me
That first moment you became my friend
And ever since your spirit held me close
My life changed as I was truly born again

You have never forsaken me a single day
Of the spiritual things which in life I need
And I love those very special moments
When your living word we together read

While I lift up my song of sweet love to you
Your daily showers of heaven's  joy begins
I humbly thank you for giving your life's blood
A perfect Easter sacrifice to forgive all our sins.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2013

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Inspiration and Truth of Sacred Scripture

Eternal God is the author of Sacred Scripture
The divinely revealed realities
Which are contained
Presented in the text of Sacred Scripture
Have been written down under the inspiration of Eternal Holy Spirit
They have Eternal God as their author
Have been handed on as such to the Church herself

Eternal God inspired the human authors of the Sacred books
To compose the sacred books
Eternal God chose men who
All the faculties
So that
Though he acted in them
By them
It was true authors that they consigned to writing
Whatever he wanted written
No more

The inspired books teach the truth
Since therefore all that the inspired authors
Sacred writers affirm should be regarded as affirmed by the Eternal Holy Spirit
We must acknowledge that the books of Scripture firmly
Without error teach that truth which Eternal God 
For the sake of our salvation
Wished to see confided to the Sacred Scriptures

The Christian faith is not a religion of book
Christianity is the religion of the “Word” of Eternal God
A word which is not written
Mute Word
But the Word which is incarnate
If the Scriptures are not to remain a dead letter
Father Christ
The eternal Word of the living Eternal God
Through the Eternal Holy Spirit
Open our minds to understand the Scriptures

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2015

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GOD, I Need Your Grace Today

God I need your Grace today. To lead me to guide to show me the way. It;s through my Lord Jesus, that Heavenly Father I pray and ask for your Grace today. As I walk in this world of uncertainty and fear, your Heavenly voice I need to hear.

To stop my mumbling, my stumbling and my short comings. To know when to open my mouth and know what to say, how to use my words and how to pray, so I again, I ask you God for your Grace today. It's through you Lord Jesus that my way has been sealed because By Your Stripes We Are Healed. Is.53:5.

And by your Grace I get complete relief, but I need you also Lord Help My Unbelief. Mark.9:24. To stand confident, tall and strong for by your Heavenly grace I know I can't go wrong, cause in this world of violence and when I don't feel safe, I can pray to you Lord and you will increase my Faith.

Because this life can be a real struggle, so I can pray again and you will keep me out of trouble. For every day that I am put to the test, It's by your Grace that I can over come and enter into your rest. It's through you Lord Jesus that my Blessing are coming like a flood.

It's because I've been redeemed by your Precious Blood. So I ask you Father for your Grace today and it's through my Lord Jesus Christ, that Heavenly Father you have made the way. Thanh You Again... AMEN.

Inspired By Joyce Meyer.

Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2015

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An Endless Time

Wish upon a falling star
And pray within a dream
For what your heart desires
To become the truest reality

Touch the clouds embracing heaven
Flying like a bird high in the sky
Cast a coin into a wishing well
Praying a loyal love you will find

Search the farthest horizons
Go to the most distant shores
Pray that you will find the one
Whose amazing love will endure

Be very patient in your Odyssey
And one day you will surely find
That love which was once elusive
Will be yours for an endless time.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2014

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Train, It Wasnt


What do I do when the train is coming?
I was standing on the track
My life flashed before me
As I thought, did I live like that?
Did I live my life in bondage?
Too afraid to share my dreams
Could have soared just like an eagle
But never used my wings.

Here I stand my legs are trembling
As warm tears drenched my face
The presence of death was visible
And fear invaded my space
I stood starring at that train
So sure that I would die
No hero there to save me
No time to say goodbye

Then Calmness fell upon me
A voice whispered in my ear
That’s not a train that’s coming
There is nothing for you to fear
I heard you screaming out my name
And so I took the evening train
If I had come right away
You’d thought your strength had saved the day

I waited til there was nothing else to do
But cry for me to rescue you
So I lifted your head and I dried your eyes
Gave you wings as eagles
My child you can fly
Your burdens are lifted
You have inner peace
What was lost, I gave Increase

Chains are now broken
Dreams can come true
Released from your struggles
Your life is brand new
Your story re-written
I say how it ends
Remember, I am your God
Now your life can begin.

Copyright © Patricia Mitchell-Nunn | Year Posted 2015

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Lost Love Ones

I have lost love ones and it broke my heart
so I asked, Lord why did they have to part
as I started to sigh, with tears in my eyes
I looked to the sky and heard a voice inside.

Wipe the tears from your face, for they no longer
have pain or worry, they are in a much better
place. They sacrificed, they did what was right
and now they 're in paradise. 

Now if you live your life right, although life is hard 
but at the end, there's a beautiful and just reward
Your life is made up of many seasons, and it's all
for a purpose, a Divine reason.

So if you live your life right, don't fret and have no 
regrets. Then one day their faces you will again see
because you will also be here with me and the whole
Heavenly Family.

Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2015

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What is it about me
that I cannot place you
in the picture painted by the years
the life has already spent?
Do you merely lurk,
and leave at a much later time?
you are staying

If you may.
I pray.
While I find a place (for us)
in the picture of eternities,
the gods must be 
themselves amusing.

Ah, the grand scheme of things -
                            a forgetting.
A familiar spirit we feel -
                            a remembering.     

(Note) This piece was inspiredly written for the beautiful souls - even the 
strangers - I have met along the way and will still come upon in my lifetime. To 
each special one, you have stirred quite a familiar spirit within. A remembrance 
of forgotten past, I suppose. Thank you for letting me peak through your 
soul's window. The veil of forgetfulness has never been thin as now to me. You 
have so given me a gift I shall treasure in the moments I may tend to forget 
who I truly am - a being with a soul.

Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013

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Touch By His Hands

My world was touched
by His  healing hands, and
its loneliness was chased

Into my world came such
spiritual happiness, and
much more, a deep need
for His love to always stay

He taught me to love
my fellow humans, and
to love His Father first
of all.

He promised me if I
would do all these things,
never hard would be
my fall.

He filled my heart with
an all believing faith,
that He promised I would
always keep

He told me never to
doubt again, for He
would always be on
call for me

He gave to me sweet
treasures, that with
others He allowed me
to  daily share

And He promised that
even when I would
sleep, that He would
always be so very near.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2013

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Poems By Vicki Acquah


You have shown to me
Having been discerning 
But were not always 
in agreement
You were there for me. 

You have known me
in my weakest flesh
You have marveled 
at my strong spirit.

I will have to visit 
you when I transition. 
You will know it's me still.

Not like some" Duppie " 
in a third rate cinema ! 
When I Come to you,
I will whisper poetry 
loudly and crassly-
in your ear,
in my stern voice.

"Yes it tis I" -
I will say..
You know me.
So when the air is not stirring.
I will be as a gentle breeze
floating over 
your body,caressing you.

Whilst your perception 
reveals me to your conscious.
When OTHERS- don't get me-

Cognizant you are -
of my existence.
Awake - you are 
in my dreams 
and my reality. 
WHILE others slept on me.

You were fascinated by all of me,
analyzing the 
" tic tic" of my clock" 
Too aware of my very being.

Alert, even to my batting lashes.
with that certain look -
You'd address my emotions,
my humor and my dread.

Conscious of each 
others existence
sometimes we'd clash.
Wittingly we'd exchange love taps. 
stimulating the intellectual.

I am your muse-for now 
You are my smile for today. 
Often times you'd 
relent -pretending to be
simple, soft and unassuming.
Allowing me to be Just where I am

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013

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What Songs

What songs shall find new life within me
When the darkness softly embraces the sky 
As the sun runs it course into the ocean
While like a master painter he fills my eyes
With the beauty of another very lovely sunset
Whose spiritual rhythms softly soothe my soul
While massaging my heart with his tender caress
Leaving on its walls many sweet memories of gold

He brings my heart within to dance vibrantly   
Full of his love's most radiant lasting kiss
Joyfully reminding me when tomorrow comes
I will be filled again with its loveliness

Which he spent the night away from me preparing
The most breathtaking scene one can ever find
So when I open my eyes to greet the new dawning
I will be embraced lovingly by a treasure divine.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2014

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His Lasting Bond Of Love

Your spoken words to my heart tonight were
Do not worry about what you daily face
For when you open your eyes to see the sun
My continuing love your heart will embrace

And When I opened my eyes this morning
My heart arose fervently seeking your love
For when I fell fast asleep in your embrace 
I rested in your heavenly bliss from above

My heart felt the touch of your warm caress 
Bringing to life in my heart a lasting smile,
I knew you had rewarded me this morning 
With your eternal kiss of life worthwhile 

I realized with your presence in my life
I would never need to ever worry again
About those things I might face each day
With your Spirit being alive deep within

I  have found the truest treasure of my life 
Is your love which makes my heart always sing
Along with the many countless blessings I feel 
Which your daily companionship with me brings

I shall write a psalm from my heart each day for You
A psalm of praise for this gift I heartily receive
A beautiful life-changing present of sustaining grace
Full of Your continuing love which will never leave.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2014

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A Gift Of Heavenly Love

My heart awakens each day with a psalm,
Which I will joyfully recite for my King.
A psalm of pure love, a psalm of praise,
Because the Lord means everything to me.

And on my knees I happily speak the words,
Bowing down before his heavenly throne.
Lovingly he accepts what is spoken by lips,
For he knows their melodies are never done.

He saved me from sin’s deep darkened pit,
And from sinking into its tormented hell.
He gave his life as a ransom for me,
And now my heart each day must tell.

Of his goodness, his love, and tender mercies,
How his loving grace has set me forever free.
For he saved a lowly sinner from certain death,
Giving me his blessing of life I surely need.

And that is why my heart will tell the world
About the precious salvation he alone brings
For he is more valuable than even my own life
Because he means more than this world to me.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2015

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Lord, I Look Up To You

Lord I am in a bind, for I have fallen behind, I"m in trouble and don't know what to do, so Lord Jesus, I look up to you. Lord I grow weak and weary in need of rest, so I turn to you to take away my distress. People say do this, do that, but when I do there's always a catch.

Go here, go there, each time I do I end up no where. So what do you do when you don't know what? You keep running in circles and stay in a rut. Your friends turn their backs on you and that's a kick in the gut.

Bad thoughts running through my head, maybe I'm better off dead, I'm starting to see red. They say pick yourself up and get a grip, I'm trying everything I can not to flip, I pray to you Lord, don't let me slip.

Lord I need guidance, I feel so blue, so again, Lord Jesus I look up to you. I been through so much, but now my eyes have been opened because my heart you have touched and It don't matter what they say, I know I am a beautiful spirit because you made me this way.

Now doors are starting to open, faces are becoming new and I know Lord, I owe It all to You. For You are my Lord, All Knowing, Kind and True. This is why Lord Jesus, I Look Up To You. 

Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2015

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I Listen To Your Love

I listen as your love  speaks out to me,
Each morning when I am allowed to rise.
Finding at that time I am assured Lord,
Your love will always be by my side.

My spirit finds peace early in the morning,
During the special quiet times we share.
My heart is ever thankful for the chance,
When my spirit finds your love so near.

My heart listens to your captivating whisper,
Which each morning sets my passion to flame.
As I rise early each day to humbly greet you,
Knowing again my life will never be the same.

My heart always begins to beat a little faster,
As my lungs each day continue to softly breathe.
I wait within your sweet tender embrace of love, 
Attentively listening while your love speaks to me. 

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2015

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My spirit is satisfied with with what it sees
Each day when I find myself to rise 
For my soul and spirit rise in harmony
Within the beautiful emotions I feel inside

For what I find to embrace each morning
Brings my heart to sing a song of praise
To the One who has blessed me with the gift
Of the life breath He has passed my way

Serene are the many lovely thoughts
Which daily brings soft smiles alive
When I feel the embrace of my Gods love
As his presence fills all aspects of my life

Tranquil are the thoughts and daydreams
That soothingly enter into my mind
Like water finding its way to a stream
While nourishing my spirit deep inside

For my heart will always be truly satisfied
Each day as I awaken my eyes to You
Because I find it to be a priceless blessing
As I breathe again embracing a love so true.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2014

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So Complete

I will enter into the house of my Lord
With a joyful heart praising his name
I will seek out his love, and great mercy
Knowing I will never again be the same

For each new day you have called out to me 
Always taking me by your unseen spirits hand
Directing my heart in the way I should  go
To share the tender grace of the great “I Am”.

For many blessings are mine to own this day
Where with a spiritual eye I may now see
The wealth which most  only dream about
But cannot have for they fail to believe

For like great King David long before me
Deep in my heart you daily place the songs
Which every morning now greets my heart
Empowering my hungry spirit all day long

Bringing to me your lasting embrace each day
Reminding me with you I will never be alone
For you allowed me to enter into your grace
Which in life shall always be my secured home

So with my prayers and many supplications
Each day I will bow down at your lovely feet
Knowing deep in my heart you are the only One
Who will always make my life so very complete.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2015