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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Routine Rituals

Routine.
New Year
yet the same ritualistic routines,
absent their blissfully celebrating roots
buried in more fertile loves and hope-filled times
and might have beens
if not for this today
with these people
on this sacred nurturing Goddess Earth,

Still making more or less nice with FireGod Sun,
whom some experience more condemning and unkind nature,
while others as more enlightened to be helpful spirit,
even kind with manna as Vitamin D 
feeding DNA's further interdependently co-arising potential.

Routine and ritual,
multitasking and acclimating ecosystems,
yang-digesting and yin-nurturing biosystems,
consuming economic PowerOver Ego
and producing Ta(0)Systemic ReGenerativity,

Routine
both feeding us regenerative health and nurturance
but also bleeding us of fully invested interest in right now,
where we are,
with whom,
and why
and why notnot could be polypathically otherwise.

Routine, like ritual,
piety, like patriotism,
both feeds us nutrients from Earth's sacred Creation Stories,
but also bleeds us of cooperative co-investment
within this radically democratic ecological climate,
sometimes degenerative,
cognitive-affective antipathies,
LeftBrain enculturing dominance
noticing, not quite too soon,
RightBrain's bicameral ego/ecoconscious nurture-flow
of karmic sacred regenerative graced healthy ecotherapy,
returning,
reweaving nature-spirit
Yang/Yin nondually co-arising
ReVolution (0)-Universal CoreSoulSum
Black Hole
dualdark (NotLose,NotLose) = +Win,
appositional thermodynamic tensegrity balance (B. Fuller)
PolyPathic Ego/EcoCenter.

Routine
both distracting from better celebrations elsewhere
and attracting more celebratory rituals
for more abundant EarthFlows
of sacred karmic grace
so democratically accessible,
these icons of nature's kindness
right/left outside our doors 
and LeftBrain dominant walls.

Our routines are internal celebrations
expressing gratitude with wonder and awe,
open ecoconsciousness as co-empathic,
celebrating this opportunity
this day
this life
this eternal (0) now sacred moment
of Yang opportunity
through Yintegral wisdom's Earth nurturance,
this PricklyPolitical/EcoGooey  moment (Alan Watts)
of climate pathology messages
regarding climate health ecotherapeutic vocational opportunities
accessible right here,
right now,
with the people and plants
we each intentionally share our nurturing lives with
for mutually regenerative health
extending on out to alien wierdo folks
who seem totally clueless,
and yet our co-empathic ecopolitical challenge
to rediscover all creatures prefer cooperative Golden Rules
predicting WinWin evolutioning strategies
over LeftBrain's egocentric supremacist monoculturing need
to always have the last word,
about everything and everyone on Earth,
yet blind to Ego's forest of deep learning opportunities
for the stumbling blocks of anthrocentric plutocratic family trees.

Routine, like ritual,
Piety, like polypathic eco-empathic celebrations,
Singing, like dancing,
Speaking, like acting
as if we might care to hear and actually watch out for each other,
both feed our celebrations
and bleed our LeftBrain purgations
of routines reified of reweaving rituals
of deep revolving fertile healthwealth
LeftNature-RightSpirit eco-rituals,
remembering embryonic Matriarchal Nutrition Stories
of mutually cooperative integrity
flowing out what we could mean
by (0)-sum WinWin ReGenerativity.

Yang as universal ultra
with Yin as violet octave-flow exformating
dualdark co-gravities,
double-binding timeless now experience
of Routine
as DNA's BusinessAsUsual
rituals of sacred celebration
surging within Earth's abundant
greens and browns and blues and greys
and reds with orange and yellow,
and pink and purple,
and even white and black opaque
and violet rainbow RNA-inspired CathedralEarth
of rhythms and patterns
of sound and sight,
co-passionate delights,
agapic and erotic 
Routine.

Another revolutionary ring
around Earth evolution's sacred Matriarchal Nurturing Flow,
Routine
provoking timeless wonder and polypathically awesome days
and perhaps even multiculturally exotic nights.
Who knows,
you might get RightBrain integrative freedom lucky
liturgically diastatic
abundant-flow 
regeneratively healthy-wealthy
Routine.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Donal Mahoney | Details |

New Year's Resolutions

Jim Daley and Joe McCarthy had something in common. They died at 80 going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Walt O'Brien, their protege, found this out when he called the homes of both men on New Year's Day, an annual custom for Walt, something he started doing years ago just to find out how his old mentors were doing. 

Jim's widow spoke to Walt on the phone and told him Jim had died from a stroke on Halloween. They had found his body in the morning, half in the bathroom and half in the hallway, cold as a mackerel fresh out of the sea. Jim's widow said she was a sound sleeper. Walt thought she should have heard his body fall since Jim was a big man, all belly and buttocks, as Jim himself would put it. 

Joe's widow said her Joe had tripped on the bathroom rug on All Soul's Day, banged his head on the commode and died in intensive care a week later, never emerging from his coma. She was happy the priest got there in time to administer the last rites before Joe stopped breathing. His last breath, she said, was a gurgle.
 
Jim and Joe had been more like uncles to Walt than mentors. They came into his life when Walt was in grammar school. It was just after his dad had been killed in Korea and Walt needed all the support he could get. 

Over the next 50 years Walt had stayed in touch with both men, calling them on New Year's Day from different cities. Their advice over the years helped Walt survive three job losses, a foreclosure, two car wrecks and four divorces. Sometimes their advice dealt with the big issues of life. But sometimes they commented on smaller phenomena as well. 

Last year, for example, Jim had warned Walt that growing old meant not being able to put your underwear on standing up. 

'I have to sit on the bed now, ' Jim had said, sounding almost depressed for a man known for his jocularity. 

Right after Jim told him about the underwear problem, Walt called Joe and asked if Jim was right. Joe too confirmed he now had to sit on the bed to get his underwear on. He told Walt every man has to sit down at some point in life, provided he lives long enough.

'Age has its requirements, ' Joe said. 'There's a happy medium, I suppose. If I had died a few years ago, I wouldn't be having this problem right now.'

At 60, Walt could still put his underwear on standing up but it was getting more difficult. He had to hop on one leg, pogo-stick style, to get the job done. But sitting down was not an option. Walt was a proud man who had overcome bigger problems in life and he'd keep hopping for as long as he could. 

One time, however, he almost fell but landed in a chair. His fourth wife Belinda still laughs about it even though they're no longer married. She even called two of his ex-wives and told them about it. They couldn't stop laughing.

Walt knows that one day he will have to sit down to put his underwear on unless he dies before that. He figures he has at least a few good years left. But after hearing that Jim and Joe had died trying to get to the bathroom in the middle of the night, Walt decided to take certain steps to avoid a similar mishap in his own life. 

First, he installed night lights along the baseboards going from the bedroom to the bathroom. At midnight the hallway now shines like a small expressway with no traffic at all.

Then Walt made some New Year's resolutions, a step he had never taken before. As a result he now eats salads and fruit plates instead of double cheeseburgers and lots of ice cream. What's more he reads the Bible now and then in the morning. He's even quit drinking beer late into the night.  

The new Walt now sits back in his leather recliner, sips wine coolers out of old jelly jars and listens, over and over, to his favorite recording of an old Irish reel called 'Toss the Feathers.' It’s played beautifully, he says, by the McNulty Family, most of whose members, he figures, are by now dead.

When he was a boy, Jim and Joe had introduced Walt to traditional Irish music and even taught him a few steps of the reel, jig and hornpipe.

Once in awhile, when he's had enough wine, Walt tries to do a few of those steps and he succeeds to his own satisfaction.

And, of course, he still puts his underwear on standing up, one hop at a time.


Donal Mahoney

Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Details |

EIGHT DAYS HAVE PASSED

EIGHT DAYS HAVE PASSED "Give thanks to the Lord our God and King His love endures forever For He is good, He is above all things His love endures forever" ---------------------------------------------------- Eight days have passed since year 2016 began Father God, I welcomed this year with beaming smile and hope for a better, happier year to accept Your revelations and heartily with arms wide open set forth to live. Last year has been a big surprise Father God but wow, You always overwhelm me when You answer my prayer. Trials, disappointments and failures thud! thud! thud! They came too, battling with me, weakening my nerves that there are times, I am again asking why... I am again asking when is the ending because I'm all tired. Despite such times, I know, I believe and I continued to never ever forget to say thank You. I may have lost some opportunities but I thank You, You gave me this time to be with my family. Seeing my parents laughing and crying while they hold the first baby of our family, priceless. I admit, I miss these times for in my memory there's not such pictures or moments I recall. Thank You because after long long time, I celebrated my birthday with my love ones complete. I thank You that You gave me those times to finally speak out those buried heartaches that openned the door for better relation... It has not been easy because I even leave home just for things to cool down and let them all realize. Over that period, I thought I will be alone but no... You Father God sent a gift to me, since July 2014, what we have has grown to more and more. You know Father God how I yearn to have somebody by my side, someone stronger, wittier, funnier, better than I am and my being is overjoyed that You gave me a person far greater than I even wished, even dreamt and prayed for. I thank You Father God that You are making it happen for me, I do believe that there is so much more You have stored for me, I am relieved to let go of 2015 with a determined heart and receive the New year with positivity... With Your strength and wisdom that empowers me, I know anything that may come I can stand through and be victorious as You are with me, seeing me through since I was born. I hold on to Your promises Oh Father God and the fulfillment of the everything You have started in me. Faithful, merciful and loving that is You, I say with all I am that I love you and I thank You. Forever, I will declare and spread Your goodness in my life. Forever, I will utter my gratitude that You blessed me then and now. Forever to You is the highest praise, glory and honor. F-o-r-e-v-e-r! ____________________________________________________________________ *** Quoted lyrics is from the song Forever by Chris Tomlin ***Inspired by Biblical Verse: 1 Chronicles 16: 34 8:36 pm, January 09, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by cherl dunn | Details |

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Bang those pots and pans, Rattle those noise makers as loud as you can,
For its New Year’s Eve my friends a chance to start fresh again, let’s start
That sacred count down just before the appointed mid-night hour,
Release the confetti, exploded those multicolored balloons, 
After all it’s time to party!
Kissing fools be ready, for it’s a holiday tradition to grab your
Lovers, family and friends, and pucker up and smooch, only light
Heartedly of course, raise those glasses running full to celebrate,
Smiling at each other at the fortunes fancy dreaming, of what this
Magical year may hold for one and all!
Singing Auld Lang Sine at the top of our lungs, toasting one another
Each brother, mother and son, feasting at the table of blessings
Promise, as generations embrace in the loving spirit known as
Kindred ship!
Let us celebrate to the fullest shaking that old rock of ages
To its almighty inner core, for this brand sparkling New Year
 Is finally upon us, and it’s up to each one of us to make a fresh
Start!
Old Saint Nicholas snow dust of Christmas has gone now it’s pasted
Us by, although the tree still lies trimmed in its sacred corner of
Every living room, we’ve made it through another happy holiday
Of decorating, shopping, last minutes’ details, now it’s the adults
Turn to kick it back and holler, hurry!
Scream, shout let it all hang out, for once party until you drop,
The kids are with their sitters, we can act like over grown upstarts,
The world is our Oster anything goes, except arrestable offences  
Of course, please excuse me as this party hostess, but know shinning
Lights outside my residence aloud, except for strung up Christmas bulbs
Not yet taken down, Thank you very much, lol!
Drunken revelry is acceptable, because I’ve gathered all the keys
At the beginning of this rumpus gone wild, after all momma didn’t
Raise this old country gal to be no old fool you’ll know, so let’s rock
And roll until all those old tunes sound all the same again!
Let’s share old memories of long ages seasons past, wipe away our tears,
Fears, and laugher’s jeers, for we can begin again fresh and new,
After all we are all a part of this family called humanity, forgiveness
Is one of our enduring qualities isn’t!
I’ll brake out the good brandy, and am willing to share an extra
Round of holiday cheer amongst mine own kindred brethren!
We’ll toast to the treasured memories of those for whom we’ve lost,
For those whom are in distant lands at war, or unable to be present,
We celebrate thee on this momentous night with raised glasses
Held high, and prayers of loving devotions written in our hearts!
I’ve got one last message for one and all here in the cyber world,
HAPPY NEW YEAR to all, and to all have a great night!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN










Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Adventing New ReSolutions

"The Path of Evolutionary Enlightenment,
like all enlightenment teachings,
is a path of ego [Past/Future Tense]-transcendence.
In Evolutionary Enlightenment,
however,
transcending ego [investment in anything other than the Present]
is not an end in itself--
it's a means to a higher [Presence Present] end.
The reason that we want to have the liberating experience
of transcending our personal [anthro] fears and desires
and our culturally conditioned [nature-health] values
is first and foremost
to open up some [more Right-mindbody] space
with the [Left-ego]self--
space for evolution to occur."
[in this timelessly eternal present
RightPresent--Left/Past-Future dialectic
dipolar moment.]
Andrew Cohen, "Evolutionary Enlightenment"
excellent Advent and YearEnd ReSolution reading

As we conclude each day
and year
and life,
conclude that life with death
refers only to Left-brain ego's Past toward Future
ionic-ironic language,
too often angry about life
and therefore fear-filled about an untimely
and clearly inappropriate
not to mention unfair,
death.

Earth's Time memory 
is stored in natural-systemic DNA/RNA regenerative folding
and unfolding egoclocks,
sequence,
rhythmic function,
a recycling journey of time traveling identities,
memory strings transcending generations
by transposing across the eisegetical language
of any one ego-identified entity,
learning to harmonize in
on
with
within
a too strident humanizing nature,
trying to bring humane kindness and justice,
to gift nature with humane nature
as a blessing for Earth,
from Earth,
with Earth,
for Earth's Advent,
inclusive of all species
and all natural economies,
and all RNA cellular cultures
of universal co-arising intelligence.

When love and kindness say
"I have time for you"
fear and anger are also saying
"I regret not having enough time
for my own anthrocentric agenda
right now,
between past's anger
and future-fear depression
repression of this present moment."

EcoLove and Ego's Kindness
only speak with present-tense consciousness,
which is all remaining functional information
when neither future nor past tensions are dominant,
the tension and intension of ego's fear and anger,
anger about past leads fear about repeating
ego's pathological abuse and neglect in the future.

To dissipate fear,
we evolve Adventure to embrace Anger's information
about not repeating a negative, 
too Left-brain dominant toxic past
enculturation
with a personal gestalt
playing a Win-Lose political game
toward anthro-centric economic
dis-Right-brain eco-pathological
pilgrimage to AdventTransition Away
Lose-Lose cosmological evolutionary conclusions.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Galeo DS | Details |

Welcome 2017 Embarkation

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   Let’s now all embark in this new and luxurious ship for cruising or journey,
     Crew dressed in four seasons welcome warmly, help, give care…    assist
       Offer lots of surprises, various experiences and many life challenges
        So explore more wonders of life in songs with or without melodies.
         Sail on calm, rough or stormy seas ‘til we end on foot or flying.
           Whatever comes our way, have hope, strength and  faith,
            Optimism, perseverance, patience in all climates,
    ^^^   But with love and prayers  lead smoother sail  ^^^^^  ^^^^^
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Jan. 1, 2017     11.52 pm




                
Happy, Happy New Year my dear TPS and all my loving PS Poets!
Thank you for all your loving support, encouragement, kindness,  love, patience and being a blessing in my life on year 2016! I wish you and your loved ones all the best this year 2017 and all the years ahead. God bless you all! Hugs! 




 -not for a contest                
                                              

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Willy Munyoki | Details |

The Birth of A New Year

Humble and keen my brain and body I kept, and watched the  clock tick, 
Meditating the last twelve and the next same, and on my chin felt my palm some prick; 
And it drew near the end of a year, and a be and begin of another, 
And I thought it would be fair of success flare, for such I felt to author: 
I waited along and shunned the scare of a queer, eagerly night of thirty and one, 
The question obscure and a thought impure- will I another that's full and happy, earn? 

So solemn I sat and chest did pat, and I felt it beat than it had been, stranger, 
And I bled some sweat and bowed my head, as if I was giving in to an invincible danger, 
Then I heard the alarm strike gong and hard, and so I began to thank the Eye, 
That saw little me from shore to shore oar, across tides, low and high.

For deeds Him I thanked and prayed for needs, and verve enough to do. 
And again I did for my kith and kin that I didn't see within, to have a happy of blessings
too; 
(For they were at home on hill, and I, had gone to roam and rove  down the trail and rail): 
I had received something from them, that I well perceived to wish me Good Year, and that
thing was just a mail. 

Now, I was just done when fireworks began, and methinks those things unfit for children; 
They burst and blasted, and I first thought they cursed the air, but no! don't think as
bad my dear brethren.
When I watched as right and got the light, it was like a piece of paper and a brush of
colors; 
Though they bombed the ear that you could hardly hear, the eyes couldn't say no to a sky
of flowers.

Then round I gazed and was just amazed, by the beauty and bright of the city, 
And did enjoy I and did thank why, I came to rove and rotate in it; 
From side to side and far and wide came out the roar of youth and young, 
And I thought a bit and quietly I said, '' I ought to sing the joy, some earlier unsung.''

So in tow I took, and louder I seemed to grow than all who'd began before, 
And unique and okay I sung, and my way many seemed to adore; 
So the soloist I became and waist I twisted, and they followed with a grin and will, 
And us and all and I think by Jesus, our hearts Holy Ghost did fill.

So by so doing they called Solo, and I've taken them to lead, by and by, 
And I've often told them to love to praise the Providence, and not themselves and I, 
And if they will Himself shall fill their lives with a year, and anew and anew, 
And from Jan to May and again to Jan, they'll ever sing and say, 'Happy New Year for me
and for you! '

Copyright © Willy Munyoki | Year Posted 2011

Long poem by Shivanee Tinkerbelle | Details |

I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO SAY IT

Where are you Tink,When are you coming home?
K missed me more than I  knew,
But I was so caught up in work ,with my new life.
It was almost Christmas and I wanted to go home but the stress of work and 
adjusting to this new place was tough.

I called K sometimes to make sure she was okay but then I realized had not for awhile.
She was always on my mind,she lived a nightmare taken for granted by her spouse ,
Whom to him  she was a burden,
Yet in her fragile state,she had hope,she had love.
A cruel mother who wronged her,without seeing the true colours of the culprit. 
It shattered me to watch her suffer from this blood thirsty annihilation called  Leukaemia everyday. I wasn't there,I was helpless so far away.

She was strong,stronger than any person I knew ,
Her faith made her the most gentle soul,
She lived for her daughter with every ouch of strength left in her,
Sometimes I called  and she was drained to the core
Locked away and kept like a slave.

Holidays came as quick as the breeze but I was so busy I couldn't fly to and see her.
I knew she needed me and missed me ..
I called her on Christmas day and told her I loved her for a moment.

Old Years Morning I woke up a new dawn was near,
I heard the door bell rang, It was my boyfriend all energized,
So early babe to see me ,are you alright?
He took my hand and walked me the table 
Sat me down and said to me "I have something to tell you"
Confusion filled my head ,Was he going to propose ?
I knew he wanted to for awhile ,but like this I thought it wasn't romantic.

Out came the words that pierced through my body like a knife,K's dead babe she 
died this morning,
I said "Is this some kind of joke because it's not funny ?Then he held me then left me to be alone"
I ran upstairs and sat in the study searched for her picture and cried my life out,
I didn't get to see her or tell her I loved her"
She must hate me because she wanted to see me .

At her funeral on my Birthday as I watched her lifeless body,
So pale and sad,
I would not be able to laugh with her , go fishing,walk on the beach like the old days,
She wasn't here any more I had to face that fact,
What ripped me apart everyday was not telling her on her last days 
,How much she meant to me although I am sure she knew, But still
When I wake up sometimes and call her phone I forget she's no longer here and I 
cry myself to sleep.
I try to be strong everyday to live for her and not forget,
Never take anyone for granted or you will live in regret.

Copyright © Shivanee Tinkerbelle | Year Posted 2011

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Cosmic Economic Science

Cosmic Economic Science
presents echo-foundational intent
teleology
purpose
meaning
for ReGenerative EcoTherapy impulse
events
persons
moments
memory
enculturation
evolution
revolution
egoSelf
External Landscape.

ReGenerative EcoTransParency co-gravitated
this entire life-ecosystem,
and when Revolutionary ReGenerativity awakens
in our own bicameral hearts and minds,
we become copassionate with/as/for/of
healthy regenerative economic and political evolution.

In each full-lived, -willed, -intended potential moment
there could be no other cooperatively healthy motive
than to cocreate our regenerative future,
timelessly,
so  addiction to anger about unregenerate memories
of loss and risk,
over-exposure and competitive over-heated dismay
in a Win-Lose PreMillennial EcoGame,
and desires emerging from fear-filled concern
about shortage of ego- and anthro- RealTime
of any DNA/RNA-ecosystemic individual
are always secondary manifestations
of their primal love/synergy appositionally dipolar
decompositional purpose,
as EcoTeachers for Self-Other Care,
ReGenerative Health.

ReGenerative Health and Therapy
becomes our (0)Mega-Pointed CoPassion Story,
awakening in Economic BiCameral MindBody-Systems
polycultural cooperative polypathic aspirations,
and through ecotherapeutic practices
of each Season's Fractally unfolding EcoLogic,
we align ourselves more elationally
integratively,
empathically,
enthymematically,
co-arising nondually with health-reaching
revolutionary enculturation's TaoZen (0) Centered
Zero-Interest CoInvestment Cooperative Network
Universal+/NonDual Integrative(-,-)
Present/Presence Cooperative Economic Momentum.

Great Transition in process
of reversing Win-Lose eco-political evolutionary myths
in favor of Win-Win cooperative eco-political natural history
and science of endo/ecto-symbiotic Earth-volution.

Currently Win-Win Cooperative Economics
operating at near 100% effectiveness of willpower
but Win-Win Cooperative Political intent 
still less than 50% enculturation.

Most resonant resolution for 2016:
Increase Western LeftMindBody Dominant Ecosystemic
nutritional absorption of lessons learned favoring cooperative economics
for healthy and therapeutic outcomes
also eco-logically inform cooperative political ecosystemics
for optimizing healthy and therapeutic PolyCulturing Earth Tribe's
regenerative health 
as Positive BiCameral Psychology's 
MetaSystemic [=PolyPathicCulturally Exegetical]  EcoNormic CQI Outcomes.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by louise nelson | Details |

trials and triumphs

it's the last Sunday of the year known as 2010
and i hope next Sunday a new year together we'll begin
as humans we have a habit of looking back over the past year
to hopefully gain a better understanding of all that occured back there
there's nothing wrong with reviewing last year's trials and tribulations
maybe next year we'll have a solution to better handle those situations

in 2010 we made some resolutions and we set some goals 
but did we overcome our challenges or did we lose control?
over our aches and pains, our difficulties, our struggles and our strife
our bouts of frustration, our complications, just trying to live life
we had some trials in 2010 of which we wish we could redo
but we need to remember all the triumphs that somehow got us through
we might not have had a lot of money but somehow the bills got paid
we might have fell into some choppy waters but somehow we learned to wade
we had some illness, we had some issues and we all had some strain
but by the grace of God we triumphed and somehow still stayed sane

in the book of Hebrews a group of people had some trials and tribulations
and when they accepted Christ they came into a godly situation
they took that walk with God, they took that leap of faith
and came to realize that when one's in Christ the devil will be in your face
as its not all peaches and cream whenever a person commits to God
there will be trials and tribulations just keep a prayerful heart
there will be those whom you thought cared about and supported you
who may become your biggest detractors and stomp all over you
but you need to understand that the enemy will have you under attack
just keep your eyes on God and stay on the right spiritual track

as all things are possible with God for He's in complete control
God is God all by Himself and you need to understand that your role
is to trust in Him, believe in Him for through you He gets all the glory
so let your trials and triumphs be a testimony and inspiring story
for you can't have a testimony without having being tested
and there is no triumph without a trial you have bested

you came through some fires and you survived some floods
and all of it was by the grace of God and the power of the blood
you triumphed over death and today you're still alive
you triumphed over the devil no matter how hard he strived
you made it through 2010 standing on the promises of Christ
you had your trials, you had your triumphs and above all you still have life

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2011

Long Poems