I learnt a new word today.
Catatonic.
The vexatious coax of its accuracy sanctifies the burden of my reluctant existence.
The vacant faith of its salvation glorifies the redundancy of my timeworn stagnation.
The inertia of my own consciousness rouses within the weight of my repulsive apathy.
I am absent.
My reflection in the window distorts into a portal.
The pale of my skin shudders, an ashen pallet of abasing beauty.
The tremors of my skin winces, a demeaning pallet of humiliating fortune.
The curve of my lips stitch shut, a confined pallet of overflowing tincture.
The violent, lilac fuse of deprivation pounds my crimson in a bloodthirsty famine of a desperate call for condemn.
Yet, the only paragon unearthed is the vacant, potent inevitability of saturation into the voices of my own void;
I will forever remain in an absence of my own conceded mould.
Earnest labour of love for reaching-out pursuits
constrained* by Christ with His grace, keeps bearing fruits…
…unmasking shallow commitment.
Sincere care midst blissful selfishness toward relief-giving
exposes hypocrisy lurking in devotion’s disguise…
…abasing flippant, skin-deep service.
Dedicated ministerial life-building endeavours
stay triumphant midst rigors so challenging…
…propelling the faithful with peace.
Joyous worship along praise-anchored gratitude
blesses heart for blissful faith performance…
…melting pride’s seething intensity.
Serene fulfillment of granted life eternal pleases the Lord
Who deserves the best that can never be faked…
…defying deceitfulness' utmost.
*2Corinthians 5:14 For the love of Christ constraineth us…
July 7, 2020
Midst blood pressure-rising
Diabetic sugar oppressing
Bad cholesterol distressing…
Thru Christ’s strength, keep on pressing!
Despite sin constantly cursing
Guilt critically appraising
Doubt-attacks confusing…
By God’s grace*, go on for spiritual enhancing!
Though worldliness’ warmth is embracing
Within materialism’s allurement-enforcing
Along problems miserably abasing…
With the Lord’s might, persist toward victorious bouncing!
*1Corinthians 1:4 I thank my God always…, for the grace of God which is given you by Jesus Christ.
May 4, 2019
Sometimes it’s easier to live without sight.
To become oblivious to any degree of strife,
Where the murky darkness protects from abasing,
Through our thoughtless words or unkind chaffing.
For the light can cause sorrows should we choose to see.
And it continues past tomorrow depending on the degree.
Of hurtful memories from all of us who should give
Only love and friendship to everyone who live.
But, it’s a new world that will come to be and exist
Another space and time that will not allow us to resist
Needing one another no matter where we live
It’s all in the story and soon we will learn to forgive.
Little Leprechaun
Abab Iambic T
a mischief, laden Irish elf
of Irish men quite bold
one collects, inspects, golden gifts
the bantam weight of gold
a legend bold of many told
the phantom thrills of chase
the race in sight of shining gold
is thither yon, the place
the thither yon, abasing race
for little pot of ore
the tricks are slick, amazing pace ……
a rich and golden store
the little elf, hombre, is spiff
a must to tether soul
the little bantam weight is swift
the little elf is bold
the Irish phantom elf of gold
a somber bearded man
of Ireland legends clearly told
a rainbow’s golden plan
the Irish rainbow bows to bond
as magic thrill unfolds
of stories one becomes quite fond
“of legends boldly told”
The voice of love was melded by the screams unheard
And was abided by the iniquity that kept on saying,
The breaking away time was felt by the weeping unobserved
And was shammed by the smiles that kept on retelling,
The engulfed days of zests by the writings left isolated
And was mirrored by the images of hermit souls of bonding.
The eyeses of faiths was dismayed by the treason besieged
And was beset by the malady that breathed sinning,
The aroma of red roses was reeked by the blazes reddened
And was tinged by the eroses that revived on wounding,
The shed of blood by the stream that was left spouted
And was mirrored by the images of devotees of pledging.
The esthesis of bonheur was born-again by the esthesis disgraced
And was eluded by the span that panted abasing,
The savor of buoyancy was maneuvered by the griefs graveled
And was defamed by the sarcasm that haled on mewling,
The drops of tears by the eyes that was left dazzled
And was mirrored by the images absorbed so recalling.
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