His daddy is fighting in Iraq.
His mommy is fighting tears.
His brother is fighting death.
He is fighting his desolation and fears.
Friends are but a dream
and companions are an illusion.
School is a concentration camp,
but he stands, though alone, in the midst of confusion.
His training school is loneliness.
His milestones are fears, thrust in lies.
His only weapon is faith
and his bullets are soft "hallelujah" cries.
Strength left his fragile body
and he lost the fight in life so coy,
yet on his knees he conquered agony
and I call him the little soldier boy.
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
My heart is amazed by His boundless compassion
My heart is in awe of the love of the Lord
The hand of His mercy endureth forever
What riches of kindness in heaven are stored!
My heart is amazed at the sight of creation
My heart is in awe of the works of the King
The fountains and river, the depth of the ocean,
The rock and the trees of His greatness shall sing!
My heart is amazed on the height of the mountain
My heart is in awe of the stars in the sky
Unmoving, unchanging, the Lord is eternal
Though years of the mortal so quickly fly by
My heart is amazed by the lamb and the lion
My heart is in awe of the birds in the air
Created for man by the hands of the Master
The heights and the depths of his dwelling to share
My heart is amazed by the King of the nations
My heart is in awe of His death on the tree
The Lamb that was Slain, by the word of the Father
Arose from the grave my Redeemer to be!
-- By Isaiah Zerbst- Feb 9, 2013 - 220.127.116.11. metre --
My tale is from the time of Rome
Away across the sea
The tale of one called Jesus Christ
From distant Galilee
He placed Himself at God's command
Accepting all His will
Accomplishing the work of God
From Tyre to Olive's hill
He walked the streets and sailed the seas
He healed the blind and lame
Since Jesus came and changed the world
It's never been the same
He hung upon a cross of wood
To save from Adam's fate
He lived and worked among the poor
And died in low estate
He turned the world right upside-down
With nothing but His love
And now He watches us with care
From heaven's court above
-- Written 1/14/2013 --
Backwards became forward
Up became down
What I thought was square
Turned out to be round
Some who I thought loved me
Turned out to be foes
Twelve dozen roses
Not absorbed by one nose
I could see in the dark
Became blinded by light
When I should be afraid
I was feeling alright
A topsy turvy world
Never knowing what to expect
Even when I had earned it
I couldn't seem to find respect
I climbed many ladders
Slid down my share of snakes
Learned more by losing
Lived with my mistakes
The top was the bottom
My ideas flipped around
Transformed by heaven
Prostate on the ground
With my head bowed low
My heart became clear
What seemed a great distance
Was actually quite near
For within my smallness
I discovered what was vast
The future had been written
By the Author of my past
Things I counted as sorrow
Revealed to me my joy
I could not become a man
Without living as a boy
My end will be my beginning
When I am raised from the earth
What some will consider death
Will turn out to be my birth
For I have been forgiven
Without paying any cost
Thankfuly my Savior found me
Long before I knew I was lost
Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage
Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb
The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default
The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship
Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock
Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7
Israel had been under tyrant oppression
God sent Moses to redeem them from suppression
He promised to manifest His sign and wonder
And extend His Finger of Power over Nut, the god of thunder
Nile was like a sea of blood on the first day of the plague
The magicians were dumbfounded and vague
Nile hitherto served as Egypt National cake
Became ravaged as millions of creatures died in the lake
On day two, God brought frogs from Nile
They died and stink along the foe’s mile
Thus, Jeshurun judged Heqet of earth
The frog goddess of birth
On the third day God administered judgment on Zet
The ‘mighty’ and the dreadful, he was the god of the dessert
Magicians marveled at the miracle of Moses’ rod
And declared to Pharaoh, “This is the Finger of God”
On the fifth day God judged the goddess Hathor
She was the spirit of cattle, a violent author
He slays her cattle and plagued them with boil
Amidst it all Pharaoh’s heart was harden like a golf ball
On the seventh day, God plagued Egypt with Hail
The sky goddess Nut was attacked and jail
In all these Israel was not affected
He was miraculously covered and protected
On the ninth day Egypt was clothed in a cloak of darkness
Nevertheless Pharaoh’s heart was still heartless
But the home of the righteous was as a nimbus of radiant light
As the glory of the Lord has risen upon their plight
God judged Isis the ‘Protector’ as the first fruits were killed
In this plague was the scripture fulfilled
They overcame him (Isis) by the blood of the lamb
And by the steadfast confession of faith in ‘I AM”
Satan is a destroyer and a ‘blackmailer’
But Christ is our redeemer and our healer
What the nine plagues couldn’t do
The blood of the Lamb gave a clue
By faith he (Moses) kept the Passover and the sprinkling of the blood, lest he who destroyed the firstborn should touch them. Hebrew 11:28
Know how to make
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life
A LEGACY SPAN
Daily my precious gift my one and only life
A life which someday may run old and dry
Everytime it's prick with knife and strife
A continuous battle flaming how or why
A day to be with family then bond
A whole day sharing time with friends
A day to roam, reminisce the land
A Church day to praise and transcend
Sometimes, I will meet and kiss rainfall
However, I shall stand ~ try understand
Over heartaches and a jar painful
I wear my gear and take full command
Each Day, I will first stir the urge
To anyone needing some time
I will share opting not to splurge
To love and care my finest rhyme
A passing day will forever gone
My life sparks with Master plan
All things that's done and undone
My dusts dispels a legacy span
January 12, 2014
If I were to venture a sports analogy,
I'd say life most resembles baseball spiritually.
We spend eons preparing in the dugout,
Then nervously strut out to take our time at bat.
The rival coach directing our adversaries
Is the Father Of Lies and man's false philosophies.
His goal is to prevent us from reaching home plate safely.
His team's minions outnumber us near-infinitely.
The rival pitcher has icy practiced steel-like nerves,
And he's struck out many with foul spitballs and curves.
He pitches things like sloth, envy, greed, media idolatry,
Addictions, “Pro Choice”, perversions, porn and other immorality.
Our beloved Coach whispers to us from the dugout.
HE famously scored grand slams when HE went to bat.
If we listen to Our Coach, and with spirit swing fast and hard,
We'll knock those pitcher’s balls clean out of the yard.
HE knows we won’t always hit solid homers,
So HE doesn’t expect us to succeed just as loners.
We might on our swing just make it to first base,
But the team batters behind us can help us reach home base.
Even though the adversary’s minions outnumber us,
Only our choices will allow them to defeat us.
So with our Coach and team we must stand up,
When the Great Umpire of all calls “Batter Up!”.
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.
The ominous reflection of moon
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.
Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.
Her claws prophesy of vengeance
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency
for a soul's annihilation.
Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.
My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.
I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.
We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.
Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!
Let the Creed be a mirror for you
Look at yourself in it to see
You believe in all
You claim to believe
It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.
I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."
Completes the Christian Initiation
Sublime cause of Holy Communion
Father Christ changed the bread and wine to His body and blood
Participate actively in the Mass
Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!
Here I stand at the foot of Love's greatest Sacrifice,
Those hands nailed to a splintered cross.
The scars of my iniquity on the wrists of innocence.
Nobody knew it was Hatred's greatest loss.
As I look up at God Almighty laying down His life for me,
the Lamb's blood trickling down the rugged wood,
The thundering voice of victory...
I shook from deep inside where I stood.
Then the final breath
slipping out in silent ambition.
The conquering of death.
The price payed for Salvation.
The silence torn with the temple curtain,
by the shake of earth's violent thrust.
His love would continue down the ages, of this I'm certain
from my core to my crust.
Roman soldiers trembling with fear,
their horses rearing into the furious wind,
nobody suspected the turnpoint of humanity was near
and that His death wasn't the end.
Earth has grown old
Angels veiled the sky
And night has gotten cold
To put to sleep the stars on high
Wise men saw a star
And found a treasure of I Am
Shepherds heard a voice from a far
And found their lamb
Wise men came from the east
In search of a new born king
They came to worship a new born priest
With glad tidings they begin to sing
They bowed and worshiped Him
Offering treasures of gold, incense, and myrrh
And to the new born King they hymned
As they sang the sleeping child began to stir
Wise men came down to worship
They came to share love divine
It was an awesome and intense courtship
In Bethlehem “wise men at Christmas” making the headline
Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.
Democracy operates on the principle
That all power comes from people
Church power comes from Father Christ
Church has hierarchical structure
Jesus gave His life for me,
So why shouldn't I do the same?
He took our hurt and misery;
Thank You Jesus for burdening my pain.
You pick me up and fly me away;
Oh my baby, what a beautiful day!
Like a rock, you are strong to withstand the motion,
And your love runs deep, the heart of the ocean.
Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.
There, in that new world,
There, where revered is the great bird
I am the one known as Maya
The one so beautiful, with a mystical aura
A goddess of nature,
Spreading on my path, only pleasure
A goddess of fortune
Imbibing those who persevere with a merciful boon
Powerful in battle, strong in keeping safe
Those who have for me great faith
Beautiful and gorgeous
I am the only one so glorious!
And here, I hide in a human body
Hiding behind my powerful humility
Hoping someday, to be once more arisen
There, from where I am now fallen!
There was a schoolboy,
He would always say,
Why do bad things happen,
Why must we suffer in this way?
A wise man answered him,
It's because of sin,
Adam ate the fruit,
In the Garden of Eden.
It's so not fair,
He would say,
Because he ate,
Why should we pay?
The wise man asked,
But why should we go free,
Because one Man,
Died on a tree?
He pointed to the cross,
Where our Savior died,
The boy scratched his head,
His ears open wide.
We were cursed by just one man,
Then saved by another,
It's all part of God's plan,
Which is fair he discovered.
The name “Jesus”
When He was a Jew
The name “Christ”
When He was baptized to Christian
It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.
Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.
I bring you a live commentary match between Sin and Grace
Sin are inches away to the box
Lust shots, Self-Control reacts well and blocks
Longsuffering has been fouled at the 18-yard
Pride has been booked, he gets a yellow card
Envy probing for a goal, last week he scored a brace
Sin camping on the edge of Grace
A change for Sin, Lust out for fornication
Game resumes, an untimely clearance by abortion
A lengthy spell of Sin possession
They are playing with so much aggression
Pressure still mounting on Grace
Pride dribbles past a marker and finds space
Anger is booked for pulling Gentleness
A shot! And Truth denies Falseness
And another glorious chanced missed
Envy out for murder on the final substitution list
The minute is ticking away and Grace are standing firm
A long drive by Revelries, a great save by Peace! What a gem!
A handball by goodness at the halfway line
But ref. Mercy says No! She waves play on! Mine! Oh mine!!
Self-Control goes for shoulder-to-shoulder with Anger
And he wins the battle of defender
Oh! Outbursts of wrath as he fires over the bar
Wrath burst forward again and finds murder afar
But Self-Control masterminded that move
What a game he has had! He’s surely improved
Four minutes to stoppage time, a long searching ball to Joy
He shots! And is a goal! Amazing goal!! Oh boy!!!
Sin were exposed, and Joy curled the ball pass Sorrow
Am flabbergasted! For Sin, the road to the final looks narrow
Grace are just a seconds away to the World Crown Final
And it’s all over here! Grace are in the World Crown Final!
An astonishing game! An undeserved victory!
Grace wins by a lone goal and Grace makes history!
What a graceful display from the visitors!
As they vanquished the inquisitors!
What should we say? Should we wallow in sin, so that God's Grace will overflow?
God’s [mercy] forbid! If we are dead to sin and alive in Christ, how can we go on sinning? [Romans 6:1-2: The Poet Preacher’s Version]
We swim in the fountain spring,
Hear the harmonious choir sing,
His radiant face ne'er grows dim,
In the fountain spring, we swim.
We ascend to a mountain peak,
With his rod and his sheep,
Gravity seems to suspend,
To a mountain peak, we ascend.
We leap into a tall haystack,
Freefall and don't look back,
Sit among tares and wheat,
Into a haystack, we leap.
When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.
It's okay to pray;
Do so everyday.
Believe in what you say,
And your life will be changed.
The formation of the earth was your endeavor
a place where love could live forever
when call out you do I will respond
for with your company I have grown fond
I will converse as you have shared your mind
to your requirements that guide be not blind
though I may have very little to say
for to listen is preeminently my way
You are God unto the foundation of the seas
your handiwork has shaped the varied trees
in joy adorned abounding meadows fair
the clothing that as garment our nature wear
With so many colors didst our planet robe
exquisite delights do cover skin of globe
the furthest reaches of our mankind's gaze
can only lift itself in worthy praise
Softly rises the light into caress at dawn
and the winding rivers all do sing your song
from soil God created this home to us belong
and a pivotal decision has it's course sent wrong
Mankind has marred this most beauteous of gift
In rape he does the land and cement to lift
tearing at the surface with sunken pits and mines
for minerals , gems and stones things he thinks that shines
Like a spreading plague upon the land
damaging the forests that are so grand
within our own pollution do we stand
the momentum of destruction by mans hand
The extent of our detriment is unconcealed
What God intends to do he has revealed
the fruit of our own deeds repaid in kind
and the hurtful things we so design
Mankind's damage comes from his love of things
not attending to our garden and the joy it brings
violence upon our land and to each other
massacres our earth and even brother
The collusion of devastation by wealthy men
those who seeks it's changes are put to end
intervention has been handed to earth's King
and very soon he will be changing everything
sources Genesis 1 & 2 Psalms Revelation 11:18
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Twisting, surging, spattering and curling
Roaring, soaring, splashing and whirling
A Tornado’s whirling winds-spewing death
Sweeping off anything on his path
A mighty Tornado has blown a City apart
Many He has hurled from the City’s mart
He fetched and leveled the entire town
His roar nothing could have calm down
The whirling strike of a Tornado
A Tornado as deadly as Ronaldo
Mr. Tornado had been very cruel
Ruthless as lions in territorial duel
In the midst of a Tornado a treasure found
It was a grandmother’s gold of pleasure bound
Ironically, was a chapter page of Psalm 75
While many succumb the Bible still survive
The Bible provides hope in the midst of a storm
In the midst of a Tornado His word come to conform
His Word is our light in the darkest of time
He is our Lamp when life seems to have no rhyme
He strengthens our soul in times of despair
His unfailing Word invigorates our soul and repair
He sends His Word to lifts us up when we are down
He sends His Word to make us smile when we frown
Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.[Matthew 24:35]
When I am bored with this world
When nothing gives me any more joy
I become, once more, a little girl
And run, hiding to my abode, with my toy!
My pen, magical and whimsical
Sometimes getting even musical
Once it is uncapped, it begins to write in verse
And seeks to please, the whole of the universe!
My abode is none other than my castle
Where I let go of all of my struggle
A place made from my own fancy
Where I can be myself, a Queen hiding in secrecy
It is found high over the clouds
Colored as bright as the pinkish flamingos
It gives me the will to sing out loud
My castle it is, where I can let go of all of my sorrows
There, magic rules!
There, love drools!
My knight, invited by Cupid, dwells with me
And submits to my every tantrum, so tactfully!
There, I swim in a sea of candy
And become my own star, full of folly
There, I am well loved
And none can have me dethroned!
Shall you wish for a visit, pray, just let me know
Holding hands, together we shall go
And we shall bask there, in eternal light
The light which makes the world shine bright!
29 Jan 2014
Kevin and friends went sightseeing
His friends lengthened their walking stride
Kevin couldn’t keep up, his pace wasn’t agreeing
It looks like his legs were securely tied
The Lad stumbled in his walk
Twirling his legs with many intricate movements
Suddenly he took a temporary block
To check if there could be an improvements
Turning and casting his eyes around
On any one watching his funny walk
Kevin briskly went down
Upon what he saw he was perturbed and shock
Just a little tiny stone
Thwart his stalwart move and slight swagger
And kept him dangling all alone
And like a drunken fellow he stagger
Kevin went sightseeing with a pebble in the shoe
Tiny as it was it affected his ability to walk and run
Hilariously! He wore a distinct pair of socks, one black! One blue!
Awful! Kevin didn’t have much fun
Having Sin conscience in your life
Is like having a Pebble in your shoe
Get rid of the Pebble! And Christ ends your strife
To find rest point to the Cross, and he’ll see you through
Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water-Hebrew 10:22
That all is not darkness
There are rays of light
In culture shed by Father Christ
The Light of the world
I write of a dream
Out of the body, alive in the spirit
It begin on a slipping bare field
Intriguingly, there is nothing to shield
A feeling of fear run through me
As the enemy approaches
A mass of fearful thoughts
As the foe runs across
Running, racing, gasping for breath
Climbing steeper slopes
Running endless races
Racing to dreadful places
For one glorious moment
It dawned on me I can fly
I can fly on wings of Angels?
Even on wings of archangels?
Then comes a voice…Echoing
Come on fly!...Come up higher!
In awe! My feet was high above the ground
This left the enemy confound
I begin to soar and to glide like an Eagle
High up am safe and secure!
High up I can reach for the stars!
High up I can reach for the mars!!
And they heard a loud voice from heaven saying to them, “Come Up Here [Higher]”. And they ascended to heaven in a cloud, and their enemies saw them [no more]. Revelation 11:12
He is the great creator.
The world's protector.
The life changer.
The love provider.
I, one of His creations.
Beneficiary of his protection.
One whom He changed the situation.
One who witnesses His great affection.
He who suffered for others.
He who is the son of our Father.
He who makes us to be together.
He who helps us forever.
I who receive His salvation.
I who is part of His legion.
I who is lucky to be with His companion.
I who will always make Him an inspiration.
I sink into plushness
Of soft silky lushness
Of dreamy round clouds
Of angel veiled shrouds
I fly up to meet
The Man in the street
The rich golden hue
Underneath my soft shoe
I fall down to find
The One of a kind
The Beauty within
The resplendent skin
I reach up to grasp
With deaths’ last gasp
The Hand held to me
As the Man sets me free
You're the something different in me
That just can’t be explained
And the comfort that I cling to
When the world is pouring rain
You're the the music in my laughter
And You healed my eyes to see
You’re the gentleness that’s in my soul
You're all that's good in me
You were there with me when life began
And You've held me when life ends
You remember every bedtime prayer
You are my first best friend
You've dried so many tears
With all the things that I've been through
And chased them with such cheerful laughs
Because You knew I'd need those too
And we’ve gone past second chances
About a million times ago
You have always been my champion
You never let me go
You've pulled me safe through things
I didn't know I could survive
And somehow used them for your glory
When I'm on the other side
You’ve shown me grace in portions
That I surely don’t deserve
And you've kept every promise
In every letter of your word
I’ve never been alone a moment,
Because with me is where you are...
And I will love no one like you for all my life
You will always be my first love
Because I don't deserve You
But You loved me anyway
I will love no one like You for all my life
Fact that there are three divine persons
One Eternal God is a mystery
We only know through Father Christ
Eternal God is Trinitarian
A Christian believes without seeing
A Churchian sees without believing
For faith brings dreams into being
But fear is your death conceiving
A Christian does not judge anyone
A Churchian gladly defines your sin
For God will judge all under the sun
None but He will be God then
A Christian follows rules out of love
A Churchian follows the love to rule
For humbly we will serve Him above
But if you serve self, you serve a fool
A Christian desires purity from above
A Churchian desires to be worldly cool
For a pure heart can be used for love
But love in darkness is a broken tool
A Christian repents and is forgiven
A Churchian compromises and justifies
For repentance, mercy is gently given
But sin is sin no matter what disguise
How long oh Lord before we can see
The differences that separate the two
For Lord, I know I can either of these be
So, Lord all I want is to be more like you!
Our death on earth is our birth to the next
The process getting to the next can be difficult
Troubled be not
Helping hand of our Lord Eternal God, Father Christ surrounds us
The Church is essentially both human and divine
Visible but endowed with visible realities
Zealous in action
Dedicated to Contemplation
The man sat at a fine table,
Satan said, "Let’s sup,"
He set before him recklessness,
The man drank from the cup.
When he had finished,
He gave him goblet number two,
He drank of satiety,
Drowsiness began to ensue.
Satan set down a black goblet,
The man said, "No thank you, sir,"
But he insisted,
"He who drinks the second must drink the third."
The final cup,
To the man he gave,
Robbed him of his life,
And sent him to his grave.
Satan hides a secret chamber,
Blazing hell is behind the door,
The horrible pit is filled with shrieks of pain,
And every kind of horror.
Won't you come and plead,
The blood of Jesus with me,
Refuse the devil's banquet,
And you will be set free.
*Based on a sermon by C.H. Spurgeon
How fatal when we let fear win
We destroy what we could have been
God's plan no more for we're in sin
But Jesus is here and Love's gonna win!
In ancient times, inside a treasure was a ring
It was known us the master ring or the ruling king
It was made of the finest pure gold
When worn it became an extension of one’s soul
It was made to control one’s thoughts and intentions
It was built to master one’s deeds and discretions
The ring always satisfies a wish
It must be a wise wish, not selfish
Once the ring is out of one’s possession
One becomes vulnerable to demonic suppression
Used selfishly it pressed painfully upon the finger
Worn frequently one becomes a spiritual figure
Our conscience is just like the master ring
It drives us to respond to our king
It directs and regulates our emotion
It is the key to a dynamic devotion
When we do act selfishly it presses against our soul
To listen to our conscience should be our ultimate goal
When we do right it gives peace within our hearts
When we obey it convicts and imparts
Now the purpose of the commandments is love from a pure heart, from a good conscience, and from a sincere faith- 1Timothy 1:5
Believing Eternal Holy Spirit is to profess
That Eternal Holy Spirit is the 3rd divine person
In the Holy Trinity
Consubstantial with Eternal Father and Eternal Son
Rise above the world
You have to rise above the noise
You have to become the figure against the wallpaper of the world
You have to stand out against the background
Zion is a Kingdom Paradigm
Zion is an ideal Paradise
A City with foundations whose Architect is Judah’s Lion
A City encased in an awesomely inspiring Pavilion
Babel is built in a shallow Drain
Zion is built on a rocky Plain
Babel is built upon the mortal Hills
Zion is built upon the immortal Hills
Zion has a firm Foundation
Christ Himself is thy Salvation
Zion is built upon the Everlasting Mountains
On the mountains pinnacles flows Living Fountains
Holiness is thy weapon and Stability
It is thou that keeps thee in Tranquility
A ‘Greater One’ is born in thee, hence there is no Night
Christ is born in thee, He gives thee Light
Zion, thou art more Glorious and Excellent than the Nations
A peculiar people, a royal priesthood, a holy Nation
A people of mysterious speech beyond Perception
A people of a stammering tongue beyond Comprehension
The inhabitants do not say “I am Sick”
Therein they are forgiven their iniquity, even Tom and Dick
The Gates of Hell thou not spread their Sail
Within thy Gates the Glory of Judah’s Lion is Unveil
All my springs resides in thee O Zion!
All my fountains dwelleth in thee O Zion!
All my silver springs of Grace
And all my golden springs of Glory are in place
O Look upon Zion! The City of our Glorious Feast
O Behold Zion! The City of our High Priest
The Lord loves the City of Zion
That Blessed Eternal City of Judah’s Lion
But you have come to Mount Zion and to the City of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, to an innumerable company of angels, to the general assembly and church of the firstborn who are registered in heaven, to God the judge of all, to the spirits of just men made perfect, to Jesus the Mediator of the new covenant, and to the sprinkling of the blood that speaks better things than that of Abel. [Hebrew 12:22-24]
I hope my mistakes don't return to haunt me;
God, I pray, send your angels to guard me.
When the days I stray away from the plan,
Please, reach from the heavens with a helping hand.
©2014 Honestly JT
Humpty Dumpty cracked my eggs
Theses pristine solid becomes a liquid mess
With The yellow fat yolk jostling wet
In a bowl like a squabble comic pair yet unset
Humpty Dumpty left my eggs broken
As delicate as a fetus whirling for life
Helpless at birth yet destined to live
Wrapped in the womb and silent as such
Broken Eggs shatters the hope of life
Yet a hope to save another; may be from hunger
I found it utterly pleasing and truly, very yummy
Perfect in beauty in sauce like my honey mummy
Humpty Dumpty cracked my eggs, yet
Daddy spiced my broken eggs into an omelet
He turned those broken eggs into a jellyroll
And poured it in a golden bounteous-bowl
In New York City at Ground Zero
The World Trade Centre Tower once stood
After its grim aftermath destruction
The illustrious tower is under construction
To minimize future structural failures and other catastrophes
The new tower is design and constructed
To be earthquake, fire and wind resistance
As wind pressure increase with height distance
There have been slight changes made to the original
It is reinforced to resist compression and tension
Engineer MacGray is so far thrilled
As they are a step closer seeing the mission fulfilled
A Christian is a structure under construction
We are under a divine construction of the Holy Spirit
God is at work in you to shape and to remove your imperfections
According to that Mighty Glorious Power of His resurrection
Your life may be of no rhyme or reason
The Master Engineer is at work to bring balance, symmetry and order
He is reinforcing His ideas for a spiritual transformation
The Holy Spirit is empowering His new creation
The structure is not built in a single day
Neither is His Divine Masterpiece
So as the Master Designer hammer and chisel your wall with affliction
Though painful, remain silence for you’re under a divine construction
For the House when under construction was built of stone prepared at the quarry so that no hammer or chisel [noise] was heard in the temple while it was being built [1kings6:7]; for it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure [Phil 2:13]
Eternal God is preparing
A new dwelling
A new earth
In which righteousness dwells
4142014 CCC no. 1048
Walled in and there is left no view;
I am alone within this room
Of circumstance. There is no space
Light, entering, might pierce the gloom.
Cold stone encircles me about;
Blindly, franticly, I grope
From side to side and round again,
Consuming utterly all hope.
Has despair ever been this loved
Or desperation half as sweet
As the hour they taught surrender
To my impatient, weary feet?
My agitated soul grows calm;
Within the cell contentment reigns
For God's shining now discovered
Invades the darkness from within.
The one thing that I remember
Sort of engraved in memory,
Is that inspiring view of my mother
Reading the Word diligently.
When all the trappings of religion
Failed as the times got rough,
Her frail strength had foundation
For His Word alive was enough.
I would see many tears fall down
As her stifled cry rose to heaven
But her countenance had always shown
She was never alone... even then.
Now I found the key to my life too
Mom had taught me that truth quite well
In this world there's affliction, that's true
But my comfort's in Him, all is well.
All rights reserved ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Sacrament of the Holy Spirit
The second half of Baptism
Baptized Person is sealed with the 7 gifts of the Holy Spirit
It is used to strengthened the 7 gifts of the Holy Spirit
When you find yourself at the end of your rope,
Tie a knot, hang on, and don't give up hope.
When nothing's right, and you're a knotted mass
Take a breath, this too shall pass.
When all the world seems on your shoulders,
The rocks you trip over seem like boulders,
When you're hope is dropping like a falling stone,
Take heart, take faith, you're not alone.
In the celestial scheme of things that go right
At end of every day is finally a night
That dawns to a new day with the rising of the sun
When another chance, a new time is begun.
When solutions seem lost through a glass too dark
And what's wrong is coming fast and too stark
Stop, drop, kneel and pray to the One
Who has the answers, God's only Son.
This is His world, the one He made
He won’t allow His own to fade.
No need to stand lost and alone out there.
Talk to God or you haven’t a prayer.
By E. Marshall Evans
For every good work
Every indly thought
Or tiny act of helpfulness
Eternal God gives a reward
Pope John Paul II instituted a new set of mysteries
To the Rosary called the Luminous Mysteries.
It is suggested by the Church
Say these mysteries on Thursdays.
A map marking the way to live,
a light guiding me on the road;
until the day my King returns,
a friend helping me bear the load.
God's Word lives, speaking across time,
reaching down the centuries to me,
lifting me up, holding me near,
addressing all life's problems perfectly.
Written in the Spirit's ink,
unfaded by the years of time,
I trace God's unfailing grace,
redemption red, through every line.
October 8, 2014
Greek word for Spirit is “”breath”, “air” or wind
When Eternal Father sends Eternal Son
He also sends the Eternal Holy Spirit
Jesus Christ or Father Christ sends the Eternal Holy Spirit to people
The first Christian
In the New Testament
The first evangelist
Barabas, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Barabas by T. Wignesan
This insignia that Barabas be
Seditious and murderous
None so worthy as he can be
Bartered body for Jesus
Criminal right down to genes
To our father of all is he son
For assassinating crowd he stands
Which acquits and absolves him
Just as it should be the crime
Paid for by a price equal deem
Be that the blood of his victim
Serve Barabas to redeem
(from Pierre Emmanuel’s « Les Jours de la Passion », pub. July 2011)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 13, 2014)
grievous offense against law of Eternal God
Sin called mortal deprives us of spiritual life
Sanctifying grace brings everlasting death
Damnation of the soul
I know I'm not the
I've tried to go the
When the path is not
It's hard to see
What lesson should
When I see this much
If this is
What's the answer to
©2014 Honestly JT
Last Saturday, I took an empty seat
on a park bench, with book in hand.
Feeling sorry for myself, I failed-
to notice others on this public land.
Disillusioned with life’s loneliness,
my heart and face both wore sad frowns.
From my perspective, this world was…
insistent on dragging my weary soul down.
While my inner sadness wasn’t enough,
to completely complement my pitiful day,
I was approached by a breathless boy,
who had taken time to rest from his play.
With unexpected exuberance, he spoke
to me, with his head oddly, tilted down,
as he shared an unwanted gift with me-
"Look at this flower, I’ve just found!"
Though all of its petals were badly worn,
I could tell, it had been a supple rose;
my spirit, desired only misery’s company
and not his presence of disheveled clothes.
I hoped that he would take his treasure
and leave- in search of solitary play;
so I imitated my finest, insincere smile
and intentionally shifted my gaze away.
Instead of retreating, he sat beside me.
“My flower is scented and beautiful too;
thanks for being my newest friend today,
for I picked this, especially for you.”
Patiently waiting, with tiny hands extended,
he presented the remnant of his dead weed;
I knew I had to take it, to induce his leave-
so I sarcastically replied "Just what I need."
Without an explanation, he held it mid-air;
then I finally noticed, for the first time,
that this happy, gift-toting child was blind
and I’m left more speechless than a boxed mime.
Thanking him with a repentant, quivering voice,
my streaming tears shone brightly like the sun;
while I managed to express some real gratitude,
I acknowledged that he had chosen the “best one”.
Unaware of the powerful impact that he had on me,
he smiled and joyfully slid down off our bench;
then he wandered off, as quickly as he could-
with a second, dead rose that he lovingly clenched.
So I was stunned, wondering how he managed to see
this woman drowning in her self-indulgent plight.
Through his blindness, I saw that the problem was me;
by his heart action, he blessed me with true sight.
From this moment, I vow to change and see beauty
in life and appreciate every second that's mine.
Therefore, I’ve decided to move forward with purpose,
for I can’t allow my fragile heart to remain blind.
And even now, I’m becoming emotionally overwhelmed
with this unexpected flood of tear-filled shame.
In retrospect, my manners were severely lacking:
for I neglected to ask- this earth-angel… his name.
Though I strive for real Word quality,
some people still get upset with me,
regarding spiritual constructs I write,
having been offended by Truths I see.
Within the depths of my Christian poetry,
I share faith’s expression and creativity,
seeking a balance of confession and worship,
in understanding how my dear Lord views me.
Since Creation, a complete scope of Humanity,
has been already defined with God’s artistry-
for He breathed life into us, His workmanship,
an earthly, sacred array of divine diversity.
Although a lesser form of His incorporeal epitome,
we are still made after the image of the Trinity;
therefore, live joyously and soulfully, knowing…
that we’re the living embodiment of God’s poetry!
Loosely based on:
The greek word “poeima” can be defined as: that
which has been made a work of the works of God
as creator, i.e., His workmanship.
In addition, we derive the word “poem”.
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
Father Christ lived on earth for about 33 years
Most holy life