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A Reminder: To Be


Those of you with a unique voice,
with a vision painted outside the lines of over-regulated cadence and rhyme,
I implore you to continue exploring a core
that is fearless in writing against the grain of convention --
for this very friction is a sandpaper helping to perpetually re-invent 
yourself by smoothing your raw, unfiltered passion
into a timeless chair in which people of the future will sit in
while reading your poetry ....

.... and their brows will crease, their eyebrows will arch into gates
where sighs of enlightenment will pass through,
for they are reading poetry that has not lost its novelty,
nor is it mimicry: a despondent, washed-out version
of 20 million other identically tired poems already written and read.

If you feel yourself being sucked down by the undertow 
of homogenization, fight against the current, drag yourself onto shore,
let sunlight percolate pure word-intentions from the nucleus 
of your ancient psalm-writing ancestry.

Your ancestors left behind DNA building blocks,
disciplinary examples and practices 
with which to construct mitochondrial drift
that bridges together the past and future
into a runway for you to take-off from
after the training wheels have been removed,
and gain a bird's eye view of what was,
what will always be sacred but not yours to build a mynah nest in
once truth's marrow is tasted from its winged divine inspiration --
a bird's eye view lifting above carbon-copy complacency.

To always be the freedom that manifests your luminous originality.




September 18th, 2013

*Author's Note: This piece isn't about writing in form or not writing in form. 
To ass.u.me such, is being short-sighted.

Having been a member here for years now, I have noticed a recurring phenomenon 
on this site. Many times, new members join who showcase a freshness, a sharp distinction in their style and poetic voice. They are a breath of fresh air for this site 
to breathe in. Over time, one can literally watch some of these members begin to homogenize themselves into a more general, stale style of writing. I am not sure 
wot all the variables are for this phenomenon, and it likely differs according to each experience. Depending on circumstance, I can only speculate the reasons why some people are willing to compromise their distinctness on this site. Maybe sometimes it happens because of entering too many contests? Of wanting to fit in with the flock?

When I do see it happen, I want to yell: "No, no, no! Stop! Please don't do it! Turn 
back while you still have the chance! Please don't compromise your distinctness for some inane contest .jpegs and congratulations, or insincere, back-patting comments. One sincerely inspired comment, is worth more than 10,000 petty comments -- worth 
so much more."





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FINDING GOD

I found you again today 
On a majestic mountain peak
Your beauty made me breathless
So full of awe I couldn't speak
Yesterday I found you
In the face of an orphaned child
On my knees I touched your cheek
You looked at me and smiled

You were there in the wings of dawn
Kissed me with a gentle breeze
Like a postcard straight from Heaven
A glorious sunrise simply to please
You are found on distant ocean waves
As far as the eye can see
I can't escape your presence
Because I'm finding you in me

Psalm 139:7-9
7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
    Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
    if I settle on the far side of the sea,

Contest: Gail's "Finding God"
Date: 8-8-14

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A Choir of Nature

“The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness therein, the world and they that dwell therein” A Psalm of David…
Solitary, I stand upon these ever changing shores Where sun, sea, earth and winds abide Where time and tide flow forevermore In a timeless waltz, as one, they reside Within this glorious setting sits a conspicuous ruin A beautiful church built with mortar and stone Stones carved and laid by hands, gifted and willing And now vast blue skie replace the old wooden dome B'neath sits an altar graced by Morning Glory vines Ascending, yet, to the sun and matching blue skies While fragile walls hugged by bougainvillea climbs Well dressed in their shocking pink and white styles And though silence prevails, I hear a choir of nature sing Melodious chants echoing within these broken walls Where the elements congregate and worship in sync... Transfixed; I kneel in worship and my soul gives its all! ~*~
By: Annalise Brigham For: “The Church by the Ocean” Contest” 09/29/11 *3rd Place

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The Preacher Man

His narrow eyes, misguided lies
Misguide his narrow plan,
To cleanse the world from demons, he
Was called The Preacher Man.

“I see no proof, I hear no truth!
Your science is a sin!
You’ll burn in hell if you rebel
And let the Devil win!”

The Preacher Man then took a stand
To convert the sinners by the hand
“You’ll see the Lord you’ll praise the Lord!
You’ll follow blindly Christ the Lord!”
The more he chased, the more they ran
From him, The Preacher Man.

Leviticus was hideous
To the innocent righteous folk
“The fags all shalt be stoned to death!” (Lev 20:13)
The terror he provoked. 

His crucifix read “Six six six”
The people use to claim
He’d always clutch on to a crutch
To get him through his pain

His acid tongue and Sabbath stung
With nails through his hands he hung
“My sacrifice is worth the price,
For council in the Lord’s advice!”
His rapture soon began
That beast, The Preacher Man.

His leather book of horror shook
The children to their knees
“Dash the babies against the rocks (Psalm 137:9)
And hang them from the trees!” (Joshua 10:26)

From town to town he went around
Proclaiming he could heal
“The pain of grace upon your face!”
(His wallet was concealed.)

So lock your doors and hide what’s yours
Protect your children from the w----
“I’m commin’ for you, I’m gunnin’ for you!
I’ll say that I’ve been pray’n for you!”
His ministry infests the land
He’s called The Preacher Man.

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My Love Endures

As steadfast as the sea
Pounding its symphony
Making love to the shore
Always reaching for more
My love endures

As stars that grace the sky
Sung in sweet lullaby
Firmament jewelry
Bequeathed to you and me
My love endures

As mountains that remain
Which mysteries contain
That stand the test of time
God’s sentinels sublime
My love endures

As searing as the sun
Placed to rule everyone
Who daily journey makes
With warmth that nature wakes
My love endures

My love endures
Through all changing seasons
Through all unknown reasons
Through all the storms and strife
Through all that threatens life
Through portals of the grave
Through the gates of the saved
MY love ENDURES

Eileen Manassian

PS…this is a romantic love poem, but it is an echo of Psalm 136 which is a testament to the greatest love one can ever experience….the love of the Almighty! 

Psalm 136
1 Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good.
His love endures forever.
2 Give thanks to the God of gods.
His love endures forever.
3 Give thanks to the Lord of lords:
His love endures forever
to him who alone does great wonders,
His love endures forever.
5 who by his understanding made the heavens,
His love endures forever.
6 who spread out the earth upon the waters,
His love endures forever.
7 who made the great lights—
His love endures forever.
8 the sun to govern the day,
His love endures forever.
9 the moon and stars to govern the night;
His love endures forever





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The Makeover - Still Weeping



Still Weeping

Original poem - Verse - June 8, 2013

Many came with flowers,
rainbows of roses and lilies,
solemn people came and went.

And then it was quiet,
the white snow fell upon me,
as I lay waiting in my eternal peace.

In a low voice father spoke,
with tears so fondly all those years,
then an elderly man came to be with me.

Often my beautiful mother came,
so mournful she came on the coldest days,
then one day she came to be with me forever.

Many times grandmother came,
oh, I remember her sweet, lovely voice,
then she came one dark night to be with me.

Many times a little girl came,
she crooned my precious name, Susie,
her eyes so dark and sad with weeping tears.

And even now, so often,
a woman comes with raven hair falling,
could this be the little girl who is still weeping.

I hear the names she whispers,
she does not cry just for me but for all,
who lay with me beneath the grass, rain and snow.


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Still Weeping The Makeover - Sonnet - March 15, 2015 Many came with flowers, rainbows of roses and lilies, Solemn people came and went, then it was calm; Snow fell upon me as I lay beneath the barren trees, I was quiet when father read me a lovely psalm. In a low voice father spoke to me so sadly for years, Then an old man came to me beneath the azure; Often my beautiful mother mourned me with tears, And soon she also came to be with me forever. With her sweet voice many times grandma came, Then she was with me and I soothed her fears; A little girl crooned Susie, my precious child name, Could this be the young woman with still weeps tears. She weeps and prays for all the names engraved in stone, All who lay with me where wildflowers have grown. ______________________________ March 15, 2015 Verse/Sonnet For the contest, The Makeover, sponsor, Roy Jerden

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A PSALM OF PRAISE AND WORSHIP

If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here?
If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live?

I know I am a sinner repressed.
I know I am saved through prayer.
On bended knees, I am as a child of God.
As I grew older, I lifted my head up to clouds.
Somehow, my path swayed.

If the Lord does not anoint me, why do I sing?
If I am not blessed via his blood, why do I live?

Nobody knows my troubles better than Lord does.
My life is enshrined because of the omnipotent.
Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance.
Redeemed through his grace, I worship and praise.

If the Lord does not guide me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not supply my needs, why am I here?

I know I am a sinner repressed.
I know I am saved through prayer.
On bended knees, I am as a child.
As I grew older, I hoisted my head up to sky
Somehow, my path swayed but now, my life is saved.

If I am not a crusader for the Lord, why am I here?
If I am not on the battlefield for the Lord, why am I here?

Nobody knows my troubles better than Lord does.
My life is transmogrified because of the omnipotent.
Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance.
Redeemed through his grace, I give the Lord God the highest praise.

To My Redeemer...

If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here?
If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live?
|____________________________________________|
 Form: Anaphora
 Penned on December 13, 2014!

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HOW OFTEN DO I SAY

HOW OFTEN DO I SAY My God, h o w o f t e n do I say that I love you? Did I when You give me message and I speak? Did I when You give the Bible and I read? Did I when You give me directions and I obey? Did I when I followed Christ, Your Son? Each time tears roll under my cheeks it's You I run to call A breath of prayer my succulent squeeze of shaping hope and hence, Your ways and answers will be revealed whole I trust You'll crash every fears that crumbles my whole! Every beat of my heart belongs to You. Every amazing thoughts in my mind comes from You. And I acknowledge Your ever faithful presence; As I open my eyes when I wake up; the soft brush of sunlight kissing my skin the tiptoeing fall to dagger pour of rain the bubble bloom of blossoms tickling my nose The chirping birds I hear each time I sit and pray. Every pats. Squeeze. hugs... Oh! they truly remind me, how You love me.. :) And so... I love You my God that each day I live... I long to serve You in every talk in every walk I love You my God that I opt to pass each test You put me through I love You my God that just by thinking of You it makes me smile It makes me wanna say thank You. thank You and T H A N K Y O U... © O. E. Guillermo October 23, 2014; 11:22 pm ***Inspired by my favorite Bible verses: Matthew 22:37: ''YOU SHALL LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD WITH ALL YOUR HEART, AND WITH ALL YOUR SOUL, AND WITH ALL YOUR MIND.'' Psalm 118: Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;his love endures forever.

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THE ALL POWER IS GREATER

THE ALL POWER IS GREATER!

The Big Bang designed the stratosphere and troposphere.
Below both majestic presence, Earth is the topography.
Today, all God’s creature roams freely.
Human being munificence is magnanimousness.

Now sits a child fulfilled.
She has her ink pen.
She aspires to be a writer – a great poet someday.
She is real to a righteous path.
Her themes and topics display a certain initiative.
God’s kind of poetry she leitmotifs vigorously and the melodies manifested.

A theological epitome inner cores and personification of the spirit went aglow.
Her radiance was beautiful.
Her voice recited the glory of the omnipotent.

God had sent the gift of psalm and she embraced him with open arms.
Baptism converted her soul to be a modern-day Apostle of the Lord God.
 
Prophecy she formed.
Wisdom and knowledge was born.
Her innateness was so strong that she was a natural.
Her libretti brought smiles.
When a release was necessitated from emotional dismay, her librettos bring hope and puts God’s speed in place.

The Lord God sent the gift of psalm.
In a whisper, is the strength of voice.
The Lord God provides the power.

The people exclaim, “This is God’s kind of poetry.”
Eloisa proclaims, “This is praise and worship of the omnipotent."
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PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 19, 2014 @ 12:48 A.M.!
Challenge Title "God's Kind Of Poetry' Contest!

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A QUEST TOUCHED BY HEAVEN

A QUEST TOUCHED BY HEAVEN

Treading towards an immortal search
  a mortal soul stood begins the quest.
Crossing deep sea and burning desert sand
  down the wild and civilized land,
soul driven by zest will so grand.

Right and left battle: a door to growth and anguish
   Life still wriggles for habitable breath hiss
Shuddering fears may impregnate decline
   staggering, falling, hurting but LIVING!
Teardrops shed a lance or rose to the heart.
   Prayers a rumble to steps roaring zeal
      rave gaits thud though imperfect

Your lit of melodious merciful grace
    presages treasure drafts of redemption.
Breakages had caused falls bending spirits
   yet, these also caused cries of feverish hopes
  frightened but with Your heavenly touch
Am a mortal but siren-like singing hymns of salvation.

In the ocean expanse of gloomy sky,
   my heart -a white pigeon craving to fly high.
I strive to reach outstretch stars
   Sprouting lovelier even when rain arrives.
Singing my lifesong with side-sways,
   enjoying God's gift of life today.


(c)Olive Eloisa
1:41pm
September 18, 2014

Inspired by:

Psalm 147:11
the LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love

Sponsor	Justin Bordner
Contest Name	Divine Intervention 
2nd place.. :)  to God be the glory..

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THE GIFT: REBIRTH

THE GIFT: REBIRTH

Oh God, my Dearest God...
  clothed me fine 
    with your love divine
        upon magma pits that hid me
Oh God, my Dearest God...
   take me, save me... Save me!

My life gnarled 
  old like cathedral trunks
   deep rooted under brown solid soil ground.
  Branching trials somehow
    coiled and pinned me down..
      So as dark cyclopean sins fog me;
        shuddering my peace and sane.

Oh God, my Dearest God
    how calm, oh so calm, you came.
      How quiet, oh so quiet you cared
        How gently, oh so gently, You cushioned me
   Lovingly, oh so lovingly, YOu rescued me.

Tumbling twixt to pillars of dawn and twilight
    Oh God, my Dearest God
With You, threading mountain to mountain of woes, 
  lead me to harvest free
to orchard gifts of wisdom, hope and strength
   even to  crystal stairs of limitless amber wonder,
You let me experience to pursue these borders.

Oh God, my Dearest God...
  With our partnered walk
     icy drizzle of snowtalk
       melted gradually...
Oh God, my Dearest God...
  By siblings of smiles and golden gestures
     You permitted me to have anew nurture.

Oh God, my Dearest God
   allow me then to hymn a psalm
      let it be a humble hum
 of my gratitude to Your matchless charm.

Barefoot, oh God, I will come
  baring all and bowing down.
 I will deliver my soulful cry
   that my aged misty life is gone
 And that,
   now
      is a present rainbow valley of rebirth..


© O. E. Guillermo
10:21 pm
September 02, 2014

Sponsor	Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name	The Gift 
Placed first.. :) to God be the glory..

Inspire by Biblical Verse:
2 Corinthians 5:17

Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come...

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IMPOSSIBLES ARE POSSIBLE

IMPOSSIBLES ARE POSSIBLE

T h  o  u  s  a  n d  steps, 
    I...must boldly take!
Should I stumble, again
  I  will not succumb.  I must take..
    To climb heaven's gate, I must make.

  to how long, Oh how long...
     minutes, hours,
           days or years?
   I am waiting. Waiting on you, Lord..
I will stand firm over flowing storms blow.
    I am waiting. Waiting on you, Lord..
   I am hopeful... I am waiting on You, Lord.
    
My soulful heaven intercourse ....
     I pray: "My God, Oh God, guide me to increase"
As raw river rumblings, the appealing gust chimes my peace.

 Winters' biting cold
         Springs' vibrating show glow
    Summers' chanting heat..
        Autumns' bell rings both life and death 
All the season changes waves both smiles and tears
    Still, I am kneeling down clasping both my hands tight
        Trusting You that soon  [God, very soon]
 Your grace is there to bend and mend
     always, always You are at hand...

Salty crystals may glisten through my eyes
    Arms, I will raise high - my whole surrender cry
I believe. Patiently waiting for You `~
    joy, success and peace unto my life, You'll drew...

Whenever temptations lure me frightening my heart 
   stirring, shaking and shattering even my mind...
     Then notes from song's music fade
      Still, I will try... [God, I will try]not to be  fully swayed
 I know...  Your Breathing words are the sweetest..
    Your Living Words: my double edge sword
Everyday to be experienced and explored not ignored.

Past shadows-
  They are foes my God
     Causing shame and cross
Hungry gnawing lions surrounding me
  They are all ready. Ready. Ready to consume the fire in me.
       but, Through You..Through You Oh God.  [I believe.]
My poor tempest-tossed soul will be save
      for sins iron chains, I will break free then rise.

So long as I have breathe, my mouth shall fret
With You Oh God,  with You,  all things are possible...

***Inspired by Psalm
40:

1 I waited patiently for the Lord;   
  he turned to me and heard my cry.
2 He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
  out of the mud and mire; he set my
feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
3 He put a new song. in my mouth,
  a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the Lord
  and put their trust in him

And Matthew 19:26 - With man this is impossible but with God all things are 
possible..

© O. E. Guillermo
10:09 AM
AUGUST 16, 2014

Sponsor	Regina Riddle
Contest Name	Bible -
Placed 2nd






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You Know Me, Lord

Lord, You made me and You know me,
You know my thoughts and all my fears;
You know all my deepest longings,
You hear my laughter, see my tears.

Before I speak a word, You know it,
My heart is bare before Your eyes.
Nothing is ever hidden from You,
You see through any disguise.

I cannot hide where You can't find me,
It's impossible to do.
Your presence fills up all the earth, Lord,
Even the dark is light to You.

My days were written in Your book, Lord,
Before a single one played out.
You have a plan and purpose for me,
Of this I'm sure, I have no doubt.

Why would I ever want to leave You?
You've given life and breath to me.
You are my God, my only Savior,
Without Your love, where would I be?

Search my heart, my mind, my soul, Lord,
For any sinful, wicked ways.
Forgive me, cleanse me, make me whole,
And I will always sing Your praise.

written 7/20/09  based on Psalm 139

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one world one psalm

our hearts are one
our breaths are one
our thoughts are many

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The Difference Between You and Me

You hug and slug me
You hot and cold me
You love and loathe me
You calm and craze me
You feed and starve me
You kiss and hiss me
You heal and hurt me
You praise and raze me
You fill and kill me

I hug and tug you
I heat and hot you
I love and live you
I calm and psalm you
I feed and fill you
I kiss and miss you
I heal and feel you
I praise and raise you
I fill and thrill you

See the Difference?

Eileen Manassian

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The Light of Lucifer

Back, back, back away! Dare not call yourself human?
You ought not claim to be a member of that clan.
Wretched murderers, sneak-thieves, brash pirates all!
Yet, I see you do not hesitate when they call.
You appear always ready with a loaded gun!
Able to kill with a smile if called upon! 
Cease, cease, cease now! Harlots who dare to have children!
Casting twisted spawn into Lucifer’s cauldron.
Don’t create a new generation of killers,
Rapists, cold marauders, and cut-throat blood-spillers,
All, “brave” soldiers defending the sacred belief.
Weep now, Mother your time for repentance is brief.
And those that mock the truth without indignation,
Have a laugh that is a hollow celebration,
Love professed to be found in an ape-criminal,
Is but a whimpering psalm from an animal.
So, fly not that blood-stained pennon above your head,
It shames the warriors and the dutiful dead.
Burn all the tattered flags that bind the coterie.
Suffering cannot be ignored so easily.
The pain that ancient brothers felt was real and raw.
Turn the broken lance to the ground and clench the claw.
Come down off that unholy and defiled wall.
Bend your straightened knees, curve your bough-like arms and crawl. 
Deny that you were ever made by God in haste,
You are alone in a cold universe of waste.
Appeal not to a Deity that doesn’t care.
Caste your false sense of joy into the frozen air.
Dig a deep burial pit, deep enough for all,
And rest your weary head where ever you may fall.

The dampened soil is now your loving Mother’s breast,
Fall, Fall, Fall away! Shy from the bright light and rest.

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Let it be Tonight

Let it be tonight
          my aching arms with you are filled

Let it be tonight 
          this longing heart to love is thrilled

Let it be tonight 
          these sullen tears that glide subside

Let it be tonight
          these dreams of yours to mine confide  

Let it be tonight 
          these hurting lips savor your balm

Let it be tonight
          these raven curls feel finger psalm

Let it be tonight
          these breasts are bared and tasted sweet

Let it be tonight
           these thighs provide a luscious treat

Tonight, my love, oh let it be tonight
That you and I make love till morning light!

Eileen Manassian

	


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A Psalm of Life

Pain, Loss--
A part of life;
Move on!

Onward
You grow stronger,
Reborn;

Born new,
Like butterfly,
Lively;

Living
Free, unattached
to past;

Past ties,
Ha, holds you back,
Cut loose;

Loosen,
You liberate,
Relive;

Live up,
Rejoice and be
Happy!


~Richard Lamoureux 'Mussetle Train' contest

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A psalm to Jehovah

On my hands and knees
Father,
I came to you

In the gloomiest of rain
when mine taught became
shriveled 

And
of course,
on those days which I did feel
a hundred fold
Blessed !

Yet now Father;
erect I do feel,
for i know You !

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I Will Lift Up My Eyes


I WILL LIFT UP MY EYES

I will lift up my eyes unto the hills
To the God of Heaven and seek His will

The Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
Has been my help before my birth

He never slumbers, nor does He sleep
I forever will be in His watchful keep

He is the shade on my right hand
Under His protection, I'll forever stand

I'm preserved from evil, He preserves my soul
I'll trust Him until His face I behold

My going out, and my coming in
Are preserved forever only by Him

One day I'll stand on Heaven's shore
To reign with Him forevermore


	Curtis Moorman
	22 December 2011

For contest: Faith vs Poetry
Based on Psalm 121:1-8

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WHISPERS OF LIGHT





I count my trails along a field of woe herein, a night rambles on tiers of doom. Boughs curling their arms; my eyes cast below upon dull marble stones where sighs are entombed. I clutch for the moon that guides a wind’s flow; My dwindling hands brushing leaves uncombed. Yet prayers for life unmoved from above As shoulders freeze to find one precious dove. I enter an arch of disarranged hill Blinded by darkness; thick the skin of air. My lips quiver into whispers, until Feathers so lucent appear from nowhere. Sweet voice of cherub awakens a thrill Listening to her psalm of light, sincere. While fragrance of comfort wafts on flowered breast Angel of dove wheels far, granting me rest. Gail Doyle's Whispers Of Light nette onclaud---2/14/2014

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A Soldier's Letter

"My dear Hannah:  We're camped nigh a town called Gettysburg tonight.
I take pen in hand to write to you, my love, by the flickerin' candlelight.
From afar I hear the beat of Rebel drums preparin' fer battle on the 'morrow.
Oh, my darlin' Hannah!  I ain't never knowed such loneliness and sorrow!"

"How I long to be with you and the children 'round our family hearth.
Ya'all mean the world to me, more than anything else on God's earth!
I recall so many times biddin' a sad farewell at our humble cabin door,
And marchin' off with my home brigade as we faced the cruel war!"

"I'm a-thankin' ye fer the chicken and apple pie you sent last week.
I shared it with my friends - it brightened our day which elsewise was so bleak.
This evenin' I read from my tattered Bible the Twenty-third Psalm.
We shared it many times at our family altar - it gives me such great calm!"

"I 'spect to be comin' home to help bring in the crops later on this fall,
And sit 'round the board to enjoy a bountiful Thanksgivin' with ya'all!
So fatten up old Tom Turkey, make some dressin' and sweet pertaters,
A couple of yer famous punkin pies and serve some fresh termaters!"

"I reckon I'd better close this letter 'cause its a-gittin' purty late.
Pray fer me, Hannah!  I'll leave ever'thing in God's hands as to my fate!
Hug and kiss the children fer me tonight as you tuck them in their bed.
I'll see you soon, dear one. 'Til then, I remain your lovin' husband, Jed."

Alas, the Scythe of Death reaped Jed's soul upon that ghastly field of strife.
The hopes expressed in his poignant letter would ne'er be shared with his wife..
It was found in his tunic pocket as he was lowered in his hallowed grave,
As his comrades honored him for his service and the life he freely gave.

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved


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..Psalm ~ `The Beauty of The Lord` ~ 27..

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
When the wicked came against me to eat up my flesh
My enemies and foes, they stumbled and fell.
Though an army may encamp against me, my heart shall not fear
Though war may rise against me, in this I will be confident.
One thing I have desired of the Lord, that will I seek
That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life
To behold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in His temple.
For in the time of trouble He shall hide me in His pavilion
In the secret place of His tabernacle He shall hide me
He shall set me high upon a rock ~
And now my head shall be lifted up above my enemies all around me
Therefore I will offer sacrifices of joy in His tabernacle
I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to the Lord.
Hear, O Lord, when I cry with my voice! Have mercy also upon me, and answer me.
When You said, “Seek My face,” my heart said to You, “Your face, Lord, I will seek.”
Do not hide Your face from me; do not turn Your servant away in anger
You have been my help; do not leave me nor forsake me, O God of my salvation.
When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take care of me.
Teach me Your way, O Lord, and lead me in a smooth path, because of my enemies.
Do not deliver me to the will of my advesaries
For false witnesses have risen against me, and such as breathe out violence.
I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness....
Of the Lord, in the land of the living ~
Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart
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....“Wait, I say, on the Lord!”

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I AM THE ONE

In the depths of my heart I feel your presence
When I laugh you hear my silent tears
When I am still you hear my throbbing heart
Who are you from whom I cannot hide?


 In my darkest hour you see me in light 
If I go to the caverns you are there
If I hide beneath the deep you are there
Who are you from whom I cannot hide?


When I sing you detect tears in my voice
When I dance you see my faltering steps
When I dream you are there beside me
Who are you from whom I cannot hide?
 
When I pray you lend me your ears
When I am mistreated you open a doorway to freedom
When I am angry you chasten me
Who are you from whom I cannot hide?

Today you touched my heart
Today I heard you whisper
All things are possible with me
I am the One from whom you cannot hide.


* This poem is inspired by verses  from Psalm 139.

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shield of faith

the Lord gives us a shield of faith
he protects us at all costs
he picks us up when all else seems lost
he  sheilds us   from the sun rays
and from the the perils in our days
he is our deliverer  he makes us   strong
raises us up when we have been trodden on
when you feel you under attack hold your shield 
high 
for the greatest protection coems from God on high
the enemies bullets are like rubber and just bounce off and can not touch a single hair on 
our head
he may fire them bulets  at us but they will just bounce  off instead. Amen 


PROMISES FROM GOD:
Joshua 23:10 . . . The Lord your God fights for you, just as he has promised.
God will help fight your enemies.
1 Samuel 2:9 . . . He will protect his godly ones.
God protects his people.
Job 5:19 . . . He will rescue you again and again so that no evil can touch you.
God protects his people.
Psalm 9:9 . . . The Lord is a shelter for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.
Psalm 91:11 . . . He orders his angels to protect you wherever you go.
God’s angels watch over us.
Psalm 121:8 . . . The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go, both now and forever.
God watches over us.
2 Thessalonians 3:3 . . . The Lord is faithful; he will make you strong and guard you from the 
evil one.


God promises to protect and keep safe those who love him. But the ultimate fulfillment of 
this promise is in the spiritual protection of God’s loving grace rather than physical 
protection. Like Daniel’s friends, we must commit ourselves to obeying God no matter what 
happens to our earthly body.
Psalm 17:6-15 . . . Guard me as the apple of your eye . . . When I awake, I will be fully 
satisfied, for I will see you face to face.