Morning Thoughts
On Romans 12: 19-20
Miracle Man
4/22/2022
Dearly beloved,
When thoughts of “getting even”
come into play.
Remember, “vengeance is mine
I will repay”.
With kindness heap coals of fire
on their head.
Don’t seek revenge but try
forgiveness instead.
God’s word clearly states we’re
not to avenge.
So allow in your heart, no place,
for revenge.
Romans 12:19-20
19 Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.
20 “Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head.”
"Help me to write my God
Oh, Lord allow in me to share the light
LO!, My ears began to itch;
I was dumb founded;
My hands did I rub;
They to began to itch, also;
So many, so many, many words;
So much sadness in this world;
Do people even read anymore;
You there with many eyes and ears to witness;
So many great poets in this ole world, many far better than I;
O’ and my God you pointed out, "shared from Go”,
Is important;
I just write what I feel;
For yes it is real;
For if one writes truth then;
We are all they are sharing the Light;"
Inspired and Dedicated to Poet Robert Lindley based on his words in bold
8/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
The sublime chorus of voices
Bring out a shamanistic praxis,
With brevity displayed,
With bravery supported.
How do you dance with your own destiny
When you are betwixt and between?
It becomes a sequence of inwardness,
And askesis of the will,
It manifests itself in resistance
As a precursor to a life-long battle,
And great wonders of exceptions
And concessions we allow in life.
I evade the ambivalent truths
With passion of a prophet,
And may I be I with a touch of divine,
Every time,
And time again,
As a fable of life, and of death.
And may I be I, a particle of truth,
An instance of
Self-indiscretion that is opaque in eloquence
But transparent in stanzas
Of the living whether it’s challenging or ecstatic.
Reincarnate weeping of the Eros
Is an indication of a grim future,
Hissing whispers of a serpent
Tell of it in the depths of azure oceans,
Passing the message onto the sirens
Who surface in the shades of willow trees,
And may I be I as I watch them efflorescing
To the most phantasmic beauty
That makes the living free,
And the Eros alive and well.
The calling of God upon his church
to preach the gospel to all and more
in centuries past gospel preached powerfully
making sinners cry out realising sin's sore
But such evidence today is seldom seen
that power today seems to be unknown
faithful preachers send forth God's truth
but seems to fall on deaf ears as if stone
Most prayer meetings are few in number
the powerhouse of the church lacks the fire
few seem to think that this is God's answer
does God's word not say this, is God a liar?
The church fails to allow in the world
so that man's ideas infiltrate God's church
in so doing the power becomes void
no lasting effect at least not very much
But God's promises are always yea and amen!
His church He's promised to build for sure
on His terms alone it can only be done
so pray the true gospel will forever endure
(It is a sad day we are living in when we see a little effect in the gospel church so we need be praying for God to revive and renew His church once again as was the case in centuries gone by. )
You can have all your deepest dreams come true.
What's more, live happily!
But, you must release all negative residue.
Nobody's downer opinions can you allow in!
Your view of the world cannot afford dread nor
trash from the media bin.
Into your warm loving soul, you must reach!
If you can do this, life is sweet as the freshest peach!
July 23, 2019
9:15am PST
HOLD ME FATHER GOD
Hold me
Ever so closely
Lord, Father God
Hold me
Tight in your arms
Hold me
Ever so tightly
And don’t ev-ver… let me GO!
Kiss me
Father, ever so sweetly
Secrete in me your Holy Spirit
Allow in me to prosper and grow in space
Grant me Lord God your amazing grace
Surround me
With your eternal treasures
Allow in me to grow beyond measure
Hold me
Ever so closely Lord God
Hold me
Tight in your arms
Hold me
Ever so tightly
And don’t ev-ver… let me GO!
11/06/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Your castle has a moat
to mark for the unawares
the point of danger,
the change of rule.
My fort has a juice box
Your castle has a drawbridge
to allow in only those
who pass the "Hark! Who goes"
test and cause the chains
to move.
My fort has peak roof
for peeking out
and, on occasion
for peeking in.
But only for the Lucky Few
and only in the Lucky Few
moments when all is well,
for a spell.
Your castle has
both balustrade and colonnade,
meurtrière 'n its parapets
for staving off the storms
and againststanding and
withstanding arméd swarms.
My fort has a
pair a pets:
this fluffster at my calf,
snoring and this stuffster
in crook of arm;
well-worn, with eye
missing but stuffed
animals see with squishy bits
inside, not these button eyes.
Your castle has barbican and portcullis.
My fort has a wittle wiccan. Jealous?
Your castle has both crenellation and machicolation.
My fort has an introvert's narration and ceaseless cogitation.
Your castle has walls of
stone, long-charred by dragon
breath. With dents by dint
of Minotaur and Harpy.
My fort is cotton batting,
linen for winnin'
battles with monsters
greater than your gods.
Each Day We've a New Page to Write
(Soup does not allow ' in title line above)
Endless is childhood’s sweet story.
Its climax seems far from our sight.
As we keep adding in glory,
each day we’ve a new page to write.
Some days we fail; some we do not.
Regardless of fortune or plight,
sun rises! For what we have sought,
each day we’ve a new page to write.
How wonderful like falling snow
that lays down its white through the night,
each morning is fresh with new glow.
Each day we’ve a new page to write.
Though stories may seem to get old,
life never is worthless or trite.
Transform what you can into gold!
Each day we’ve a new page to write.
12/15/16 for the Quote Response Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
This is the best of all possible worlds so the sages say but I read the papers and watch t.v. everyday and things are seldom what they seem.
Those who pen and talk all day expound what we should think,feel and say. Shall we cower before those who fain authority.
In the dimming of the light I seem to have regained my inner sight.
With our zeal to conquer time and space we are told this will only benefit the human race but things are seldom what they seem.
We strike out with our tablets in hand no long able to converse face to face with our fellow man
And in every university all that is spoke of is diversity yet things are seldom what they seem for all those who flock are of similar means.
Our skin has become thin and easily bruised if we allow in our midst those with divergent views.
Thus I shed a tear at what we have become: thoughtless,mindless and numb.
like the wetted bows
that do not break
bending deeply before the weight of white
give when giving is already impossible to bear
to allow in ones very cells....truest blind trust
the exquisiteness
of the ultimate letting
opening one's clinched hand
the butterfly does fly away...but takes you with it
Only God Knows
My soul will never leave me or ever perish
If Christ I love and soon start to cherish
Allow in my life and mean more than anything
So on Christmas many carols will start to sing.
We welcome Christ's birth into this world
With big, bright eyes and hair that curled
A friendly sort who had been hard to find
In big room, His Apostles wined and dined.
Christ remains in my heart and does not die
God sent His Son here so on we would rely
Hear all questions and answer all our prayers
Made in church or maybe up or down stairs.
How happy I am knowing Christ is up there
In heaven where Both are beyond compare
Never suppose and know where each one goes
When Christ will return again, only God knows.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Death comes much too soon like an awkward think;
Expect to live now in the space called here;
Calm feels day's high noon ere some broken brink;
Art charms fine allow in fond times right here.
Yield heart and body to soul's warm embrace.
Feel all things that come despite the disguise;
Ripe moments briefly inspire a sure face;
Align your life's sum and live each surprise.
Cheer has a sure way of telling your tale;
Truth blossoms wise choice as flowers now bloom;
Use authentic play to uplift things stale;
Reap clear, mindful voice as love transcends gloom.
Enter calm and bold the journey pathway;
See friendly death hold peace beyond decay.
Leon Enriquez
14 May 2014
Singapore
Trust
It is Life’s mundane must
To have someone to trust,
Someone we surely know
Trust or loyalty to bestow.
Should in this I have a say:
Best thing to trust is a key!
A key remains so true
Till burgled or broken through.
It will not allow in its store
A “thing” it does not “know.”
It will safeguard that trust
To the finis of “biting” dust!
JM
13th March 2014
So I built these walls around me
To protect me
From being hurt again
By your actions and bad ways.
Because I know things can be better
For me alone for just a little while.
I know too with time
These walls will break
When I meet someone I can love
And receive a little measure in return.
Our days out numbered
By the careless manner you handled my feelings.
I know I may run away too
To a place me you shall never find
To shield the one I find
From memories of the past.
Love seed to break ground
One new time.
Talk again the song I know
Of feelings deep and true
Croons that do not lie
Pure and flawless.
When love entangles us again
In an eternal bond.
Make life we share work again
With hopes of a future promising
As we together discover God's secrets
With zeal ambition and prayers.
Our good Creator
The only third party I shall allow in our lives.
It is
…in the sky
…on the ground
…inside these doors
…outside this building
…on your plate of food
…on your money
…on your clothes
…on your skin
…right beside you,
right now
…on the flowers of the field
…the irrefutable truth
…all the proof you need
…not revealed by light,
but defined,
…only valued in the light
…everywhere, it is color
So color is truly defined
By the amount of light allowed
Just like people living inside
Multicolored shells
We are defined by the amount
Of Son’s light we allow in.
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