Acknowledged UNDERSTANDING Spiritual TRUTH beyond Atmosphere
Seeking for those answers
Gleaning the positive positions
Desiring the voice Christ Jesus words
Meditated conditions seeking Elohim
Me in Him and He in Me
And not humanity religion
Circumcised my cornea eye on slot;
My self-taught reasoning my response really
Not to my own
It’s at naught
Understanding I acknowledge Jesus
Believe I in Him and God first foremost
Rather leave me endowed spiritually
As a seeing little child unblended
Resting in your blessings O’ God
I be your light I see your light
I trust giving my Father’s spiritual eyes
And ears spiritual truth beyond atmosphere
Renewing I new heart to love honestly renewed
As ABBA Father God
Does ONLY ALWAYS
AMEN
10/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee, Sr. 2022©
WIN THROUGH STRUGGLE
Tasting Sugar
Is attaining a Target.
Without Tasting Salts - The
Quality of Life is
Never Acknowledged.
Tasting Salts!
Hammer and Chisel makes
an Elegant Statue - Like
Struggling shapes Divine Life
Tasting Salts!
Tasting Salts
Enhance our Quality - makes
Journey Unique ;
To attain Utmost Bliss
Wins Through Struggle!
- C. J. Thanushika
I am an acknowledged poet now,
I appreciate that very much.
I received a lovely trophy,
For excellence in poetry.
Editor's Choice Awards,
Guested for a collection of poems.
I wrote two books,
"Living with God" and the "Sounds of Christmas".
My poems appear in published books,
A copy of my books appear in the Library of Congress in the United States.
The poetry magic began when I retired as a senior,
I discovered a company on the computer.
For the Senior's Open House I am having a storyboard display of my poems,
I hope my dear friend Robert will come and I am very honored.
I believe in miracles, this is a miracle in my life,
God sends us miracles and I am forever thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Settle deep in the creek as the waters consistently flow
Where the crawdads hide and upon which algae grow
A stepping stone as the children run to the other side
It’s just a rock, without feeling and no sense of pride
A stone was used by David when Goliath fell to the ground
Not a word could it say: with no voice; not even a sound
But it conquered the giant, with the blow to his forehead
It’s just a rock, simply found on the floor of a creek bed
Each stone in its place as the architect builds the wall
Placed into the mortar to make the most beautiful of all
Homes standing out in neighborhoods with array so grand
It’s just a rock, bearing such beauty in the master’s hand
Picked from the earth as father and son play on the shore
Throwing atop the water to see whose would skip more
Creating laughter as the family watched while they play
It’s just a rock, But, it’s so much more; wouldn’t you say!
Neil!
he's real,
and much mo'
in a world
that's mostly
faux
Empty Thoughts-Never Acknowledged dreams
they are not the means nor the end,
they are like wet tinder
they do not spark, and as you wait for them to dry and become something of use
your life withers away and night turns to day
you lose the need for fire
© Samir Georges
2008
Sometimes
during agape'
you turn toward
a solitary shore,
our talk eddying
around you.
You are a river
deep and dense
that feeds your
many streams,
(us) even during
abstracted ab-
sence.
for Neil
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