God told us that all will get judged by their works, their actions, their life, their time spent for good and bad.
God told us of the wrath that will come, the times that we may suffer on earth, times of unrest, times of sadness, times that we may have to face unpleasant stuff.
We pray to God, for mercy, for justice, for love and forgiveness as we walk through this life.
God of good, we the children of earth, seek to make amends for all of our mistakes, we seek to cleanse ourselves of negative stuff, to live in love and peace as we go forward in our life.
We lift prayers and pray for our life, our family, our community, and all that seek to make amends and go forth doing good in life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Oh, I think about them a lot;
The letters you would have written to me.
And know I'll be keeping the letters until the ink fades.
So, write me a letter every now and then.
And on the days in between, a little note does the same magic.
Now, don't worry about not getting the same treatment.
I learned love before I could speak a word.
And I'll love you in every word, in every language I know.
Those letters you would have written would be my favourite words to read.
I'll write back every time you want me to.
And when you don't, I'll love you the hardest.
Write me a letter when you're finally here.
We whisked up a plot in a mixing bowl
A getaway scheme with a sugar soul
A cake so slick it could rock and roll
Baked for a birthday out of control
We folded in flour with a secret plan
A covert swirl only we could scan
Not a saw blade…nah…but a steel pan fan
Spinning like a rhythm in a marching band
We iced it thick with a coded glaze
Frosting that hid our exiting ways
Candles flickered like getaway rays
Lighting up paths through the maze
We sliced that cake with a rhyme made key
The layers unlocked like a mystery
Chocolate doors swung open free
We slipped out smooth as poetry
A birthday treat with a jailbreak twist
Our sweet escape wrapped in a sugar mist
A rhyme lined route we couldn’t resist
Freedom baked fresh in every tryst
CHI MERICA EH
CHI PRESS WHITE HOUSE U.S. NAY
COMRADE TRUMP THEY SAY
I write of heartbreak, fears and tears
But then somedays, His love He shares
I hear His kindness in the voice of rain
He’s the wonder that comforts all my pain
Beneath the echoes of my deepest prayers
Shadows and feelings, blessings and cares
Beneath all the yearnings, are praises galore
For the One who created me, the One I adore
I write of dreams, still breath of spring and fall
The voice of winter is found in each distant call
But, mostly, I believe He touched my very soul
With love that reassures, love that makes me whole
I write to you, my fellow believer, my brother
I write of this joy and peace found in no other
He is the answer to every need, every desire
His love is wise and strong, it’s like a burning fire
Beyond the tears that seem to overwhelm me
There is a blessing of His grace, making me see
He tells us of His kindness with each rising sun
But nothing is more wonderful than His only Son!
I knew you in the springtime,
when shoots were green
and blossoms a-bloom! Mornings
Rosy pink and Fresh! No tint of gloom.
Our summers hot, fiery--sultry!
Unlike the autumn, spotted, with
scent of the tomb – now winter,
nearer the final page – stupid youth
my preference not wise old sage!
Let her stay
Let her be the reason you understand why it's important to feel
Bring her flowers, set of all, not just the roses
Charmers and dandies are plenty but please, listen to her prose
Your sad juncture and her healing virtue
The wind will wither away, along with the bruises, the dust and hay
Sit by her side as she listens to her favourite strain
'Light in the dark' phrase would only be so true, had you understood what means to her is just you
When the dullness consumes her, take her out for a walk
Talk it out of her, word-by-word
Let her know you hold her heart
Slowly and carefully, and with love
You let her in and now her home is your house
Your gardens are her solace and your heart is forever safe and sound.
Darling you’re a picture show
In the albums we possess
Are you resting there? I know
That you weren’t keen to rest
Couldn’t you somehow remind
What the spirits are about
Give a tip I fail to find
Deep within me, and without
Darling it’s the autumn wind
Blowing here, and leaves are flying
Unprepared for winter’s stint
Weeds and grass are slowly dying
With the first stroke of the frost
Summer ends, and we get older
Though we aren’t as old, as lost
In the eye of the beholder..
reflect on the emotion our gaze holds
is it poor or is it rich in content
plot thus our consciousness coordinate
atoning for not granting love consent
We're built so very different. Yet we perfectly fit.
Like an herb rolled 'rillo, or Bruce Wayne & the Bat fit
My whole life, 'fore we met, was to make me fit.
I know you hate it when I'm bratty; pitchin a fit.
Your kisses melt me, and compel me into a lovesick fit.
I get that life's kept you busy. Is there a slot where I'll fit?
Cuz I've been burning to link up as your naughty miss fit.
Years have passed since we walked this shore,
Kissed by countless waves and more;
Embedded are your footprints still—
No tide can erase, nor sands can fill.
Months have passed since you left this room,
Yet still there lingers your perfume;
Embracing each corner, a trace of your presence,
A cherished reminder of your enduring essence.
Weeks have passed since I last heard your voice,
A recording replayed in memory and choice;
Each word you spoke still echoes clearly,
Like a whisper breathed into my ear so dearly.
It was just yesterday when I last saw you,
Through a framed smile, your face I knew;
I can still trace each speck and line—
A face that will never fade with time.
We're built so very different. Yet we perfectly fit.
Like an herb rolled 'rillo, or Bruce Wayne & the Bat fit
My whole life, 'fore we met, was to make me fit.
I know you hate it when I'm bratty; pitchin a fit.
Your kisses melt me, and compel me into a lovesick fit.
I get that life's kept you busy. Is there a slot where I'll fit?
Cuz I've been burning to link up as your naughty miss fit.
WHAT SHADOWS TOLD
Beneath the glow
While candles burned
Our shadows told
What secrets shared
Fast your breath
Untied your dress
I miss you most
My thoughts are there
You never told
You could not bare
You counted stars
Till sleep drew near
Among those folds
Of linen cold
In that room's dark
You disappeared
Your grin
casts bright blades
across a blackened sky.
Where have you come from,
you warm sovereign sun?
I gained my sanity.
And lost my family.
They can't understand
Where or who I am
Why I begin and when I end
The price is paid
Sour taste? No.
Just serenity. It may look
like insanity,
but is not.
I am.
I am in love.
I'm with God.
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