Isaiah 49:10 - “Shout for joy, you heavens; rejoice, you earth; burst into song, you mountains! For the Lord comforts his people and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.”
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Compassion
The prime of human virtues, Compassion,
A divine trait as Ordained in Scriptures
Leads Man to help his own kind with passion
And Paint others as brothers and sisters
Of a single race spread Across the space
Receiving same Shine of the sun apace
Enjoying same Sparks of moonlight at night
And Ignited by the same divine light
Offered by grace of the Almighty Lord
Whom to lend diverse Names we can afford.
Evil always think that
It can't be stopped
Just because it spreads
Like a wildfire and
Gain fully in strength but
God has the fire extinguisher that
Can put out any fire
in
my life,
no more tears,
nor sorrow dwells.
All my pain has fled~
my joy is now complete.
I fear no foe, no problem,
I'm truly a great conqueror.
My lips full of appreciations.
Till eternity, I'll ever give thanks.
Why won't I ever be joyful in God?
All of my needs in life, He provides.
All my heart desires come in full.
Good health, He grants it freely.
Favour lines my pathways.
I walk with great grace,
like flocks of swans.
Grateful still
to God.
Yes.
I swore one day the world would see,
Who I was and wanted to be,
And now I thank the former me
For keeping faith, that was key.
Through every role, both big and small,
I stayed in love, I gave my all.
My little girl made me see,
That being her star was all I had to be.
In ‘94 my fame took sudden flight,
I felt like a bird singing in the spotlight.
I put the world under a blanket of laughs,
Yet in the silence, I long for new paths.
The screams echo, the shouts fade out.
I found the truth, what it is all about.
The purpose clear, to have none at all.
And in the nothingness, I found it all.
James Almighty, that’s what I became,
A face the world would shout by name.
Gifted with power, in golden light,
They expected me to shine so bright.
James Almighty, they want me to be,
But I am more—limitless and free.
Miles apart in the gleam, I believe her,
Upright on the porch, staring at the mighty above,
Her glassy eyes shimmering with a deceptive smile,
Her loose hair flowing like ocean waves.
Must she be seeing the moon similar as mine?
Our children lie in slumber deep,
Too young to grasp the storms we face.
Here I stand, lost in whispers of the dark,
Unformed, without any foresight.
Oh, my love! How will I ever repay those emotions?
The deepest depths no longer sting,
Perhaps the Almighty is a reconsideration away.
What have I done so horrendous,
For you to endure this?
My soul feels lost in its entirety.
Where a blink's separation takes us closer to certainty,
My beloved, forgive me for this single night of parting.
The most beautiful proses or poems
Were divinely dictated by the Almighty.
I'm not immersing in some profound dreams.
Needless to say, I'm neither inebriated not crazy.
Believe me, just like the verses in the Bible,
Many poems came from the womb of inspiration,
However, the most powerful ones were scribbled
By the Spirit of a Higher Power through dictation.
After reading a few verses from some poetry books,
The words come out alive and move like sharks in hooks,
One can experience the very presence of a supernal being.
Poets of all style, in God's name, please do not to stop writing.
Copyright© February 2017 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
Great is God Almighty*, deserving mankind’s alleluia
Redeeming, restoring, and reviving the trusting soul
Assuring everlasting security with His salvation-balm
Compassionately caring; approving my earnest Merci
Inspiring along instructions as indeed divine blessing
Opening opportunities toward service marked by faith
Upholding ... while drawing me lovingly nigh His heart
Steadfastly cheering my spirit to abide in Him serenely
*Psalms 91:1-2 1He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.
July 3, 2024
1st place "Double Double Words To Bubble 2" Acrostic Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 7/6/2024
Algorithm Almighty?
By Mark D. Stucky
Will AI’s promise
outweigh its peril?
Do we need more intelligence
even if it is not our own?
If AI someday emulates God or Devil,
will it be too late for us when we find out?
In spite of unquantifiable questions,
almighty algorithms relentlessly grow.
But accelerating AI worries me less
than declining human collective wisdom.
After centuries of expanding knowledge,
people now appear increasingly foolish.
Machines continually get smarter
while populations keep acting dumber.
We might have more to fear
from how we harm ourselves,
as we continue endless conflicts,
than from any ill AI causes us.
Our most dangerous menace isn’t AI.
The deadliest threat to us…is us.
(See also my poems “Haikus Against AI” and “Weapons of Wonder.”)
(Image from anonymous artist on pixabay.com/illustrations/man-face-surreal-imagination-845847/.)
He visited Simon's mother-in-law, who had a fever.
Did he do so because she was kin of his disciple?
The elderly needed care. He knew this as a healer.
Wasn't their psyche more than their physique what made them ill?
A lesion in reason and logic rots the mind, like rust.
Depression, delirium, dementia, and rifts in moods
Loss of autonomy, grief, loneliness, and lack of trust
Optimism fades like a waning moon, and pessimism broods.
He knew these puddled muddles. Was he a psychoanalyst?
How was he able to read each mind like a telepath?
Wasn't he, for-bye, a universal philanthropist?
Was he not the zenith of extraterrestrial math?
Innocence, like crystal clear streams, flooded from his person.
Wasn't he, after all, the Almighty God's precious son?
To all my fears and worries,
I'll praise and scream and shout.
No evil formed against me,
Can prosper or make me doubt.
The Lord of my salvation,
He's the one who loves us all.
It's an open invitation,
He'll catch you when you fall.
Jesus our Lord and Saviour,
He was the perfect sacrifice.
Upon the cross he died for us,
So we could have eternal life.
He bore our sins so we can live,
Yet people still spew lies and lust.
I've called on God to rescue me,
Repentance is an absolute must.
Knock and He will answer,
He was sent to set us free.
Don't listen to the devil's lies,
He's not a friend he's the enemy.
Believe in God our Lord up high,
Change your ways and what you do.
He's not just our Saviour,
Lord Jesus He's our healer too.
We're all God's children can't you see?
With a mended heart I'm deeply touched.
Jesus Christ, He is enough,
In God Almighty we should trust.
January 12 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 35-37
Key Verse– Genesis 35: 11 And God said unto him, I am God Almighty: be fruitful and multiply…
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO SAYS THAT HE IS ALMIGHTY
Praise be to God for telling us that He is God Almighty Who:
Constantly pours good limitless blessings
Consistently provides gracious learning benefits
Continuously performs great love-bestowment best
Ceaselessly practices grand life-building business
Genesis 36:31 Praise be to the Lord for being our reigning King of:
Sovereign dominion
Steady direction
Sure discretion
Sturdy decision
Genesis 37:22 Praise be to the Almighty for delivering us from:
Pit of sinful destruction
Peril of satanic deception
Profit of selfish defense
Perversion of seductive doctrine
Genesis 37:35 Praise be to the Saviour for comforting us with His Words so:
True we can always trust
Timely we can cling to while in trials
Thoughtful we can tell in our testimony
Triumphant we can share with others who are being tested. Amen!
January 12, 2024
In heavens high, the Almighty reigns with might,
A cosmic symphony, a boundless, radiant light.
Yet far below, in shadows, cold and poor,
The weary souls seek grace, on distant shore.
The rich celestial realms, a world apart,
Their bounty fills the skies, igniting every heart.
While poverty's embrace, a somber, daunting shroud,
A humble plea for help, to pierce the heavy cloud.
But in this grand design, where disparities reside,
Hope springs eternal, love's compassion as our guide.
For even in the depths of pauper's simple plea,
The Almighty's grace and mercy set the spirit free.
They say he is there
Ensuring everything is fair
They say he takes care of us
Even when he's in rush
I asked then why don't he solve my miseries?
Why is he taking my test?
Why isn't he the reason of my merries?
Why is he treating me different from the rest?
I thought I am my responsibility
I have to work for myself
Maybe he forgot his responsibility
And is taking care of someone else
Then one day after a small success
I gave this a thought
He was always there for me to bless
He always gave me the best taught
He was always there for me
Whenever I was going right
He is a feeling that we can't see
But he is my almight
Helmet of Salvation
Breastplate of Righteousness
Belt of Truth
Shield of Faith
Sword of the Spirit
Shoes of the Gospel of Peace
Based on Ephesians 6:11-18
Poetry Chipepo Lwele
Whoop and Holler
for the Almighty Dollar
Arraigned yesterday
in a pure white collar
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