I opened the door to my heart
and had let it speak without a fence.
If you did close the door to your heart
"Do not worry", I give you that assurance.
Just be a keeper of the trust
by not using
any of our free and fiery conversations
to suddenly break my heart and the world
in an instance.
(31 03.2025)
The limericks that herein you meet
Were tested for pressure and heat.
Confirmed for all nozzles,
And yet, if one wozzles,
Return, if you kept the receipt.
TO BEING IN ASSURANCE OF SELF***
In your life’s sojourn,
Step off in undying faith;
Hope leading you on:-
Fear not death’s shadows,
Let grace light up your pathway;
Reflecting the trek:-
Believing in God,
Also believe in yourself;
Team working life’s course:-
With God as your guide,
There is no mountain in life,
You can’t overcome:-
As if a lost lamb,
Let God be your Shepherd;
His rod…your compass:-
If it is God’s will,
Nothing is impossible;
Achievement assured:-
Know this and be glad;
Enjoying each day in life
Your God navigates:-
Walk in Faith
Every Length
Every Kneel
Praying
The Connecting Talk
God’s Glory
The Testimony
The Look up
Overcoming Despair
Lord’s Care
Situation Moment
Circumstance Vibe
Heaven’s Strive
The Provide
Head Up in Knowing
Blessing Showing
If you cannot help falling ill,
Maybe, best is blithe be and chill.
But if you be discreet
And decide to have it,
With prayers do send your claim bill.
It is your truth versus their stealth,
Who’d carp, contest your claim
And deny Refund Dame,
They, not in business of good health,
Would rather win for them good wealth.
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Happenings |19.12.2024|humour, health
Poet’s note: Medical insurance is in news these days. First there was this hospital in Gujarat that performed operations never needed just to claim insurance money from government’s scheme for old people. Then, an insurance company CEO was killed in USA by a disgruntled policy holder denied the claim. Yet, public sympathy does not seem to be with the CEO who lost his life. Strange, but true. Medical insurance is very expensive, claim settlement iffy and dicey. And yet, not to have one is very risky. This ditty dwells on this dilemma.
I slumbered, half-dead, lost in oblivion's night
Unaware of my surroundings, a fleeting, fragile light
Sleep, a battleground where life and death entwine
A struggle to survive, a war to reclaim the divine
But when I wake, the night's dark battle's won
I've emerged victorious, the morning's golden sun
And when I sleep, unbroken by the day's fierce strife
I've conquered the day's battle, a warrior's hard-won life
I rise, hale and hearty, with morning's vibrant dew
And praise my Maker, whose mercy saw me through
I fought the night's dark battle, and prevailed to see
The dawn's triumphant glory, a new day's destiny
Oh Lord, my God, guide me through the day's ordeal
For many rise with morning, but some will not reveal
The battle of life's crushing weight, its merciless design
Many will fall, but I, oh Lord, will rise, with heart and mind.
"San Francisco hospital maternity ward the night after advent of my firstborn '76, reasoned work o’er Uni," ... by The Poet.
teen held wee life neath lamp light ~ what you doing ~ it’s the drugs dear good night
By faith and fate, we heal
Heaven will mend the way we feel
Sunrise will come, sky turns bright
The horizons will all turn white
Gray clouds will fall and feelings turn right
Prowess will show in all their might
Guiding stars will show the way
To where the stray souls will stay
Installing in my heart desire
from wickedness to save my soul,
refine me, my Lord, with fire
to fit your purposes and goal.
I am your daughter and your servant,
I want to glorify your name.
Oh let the Spirit pure, fervent
burn in my heart a sacred flame!
Turn into cinder worldly sorrow,
burn down envy, pride, and greed/
Provide assurance for tomorrow
by giving everything I need.
Your Spirit heals my soul's pain,
ignites compassion, love and care,
helps always in You remain
and saves me from the devil's snare.
Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will all night
Security, assurance, delight
Defender of the small nest
Or out on his quest
For his mate.
Rest
What's his fate
Will he pass this test
Conquer, mate, rear a success
Life isn't easy, some fright, much delight
Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, all night
The dawn kept her promise and
erased the dark..
A ruby red cardinal throbs his
song of the heart..
A robin hops thru the grass
eyeing twigs for it's nest.
The mallards stopped eating,
their breeding I guess.
It's now apparent, a seasonal
change in the air.
The assurance of spring is every where.
I always want to be
Your friendly voice
The station you tune into
When you feel there's too much noise
I want to be the harbour
For your boat when there's a storm
The gentle fireside flicker
So the cold returns to warm
So often life is rocky
Or the waves can overwhelm
We need a guiding hand-hold
Or companion at the helm
You say I'm being gracious
It's not charity you see
Just love in paying forward
From that friendly voice to me
We are not made of stone, but of flesh and blood and sometimes 'things' can hurt! And guess what...it's alright to cry. Ever cried at night? I have. Jesus put my tears in His bottle...and held me tight. Ps 56:8
From the bottom of my very soul
my heart broke last night
Still my stride today, somehow
is hopeful and light
~~~~
No one but You, Sweet Jesus
knows what You brought me through
How I clung to You and pleaded for remembrance
...that Your Precious Blood was for me too!
~~~~
This mountain is too rugged to climb...
I weepingly complained...I can't!
I want this cup removed I moaned...
Dear God....I'm spent!
~~~~
Then from the hallow of Your hands
from Your all encompassing Spirit and depth...
came Your miraculous peace
...I slept
~~~~
No one I meet can tell
not even those that know me well
Not even a hint of the battle forged is seen
For Thou has enabled me...upon You I lean
~~~~
You are with me...every step of the way
You are on my every side
No one knows that...
Last night...I cried
Ps 119:169-170, Ps 51:17, Ps 30:5
copyright; jmsbell/2005
It’s a good new day
In Jesus
And everything’s, everything OK
Everything grand and all good and kind
Even in bad and harden times
Jesus got us His love for-us
It didn’t end on the cross
Rest blessed in assurance
He never left or leaves us
Sweet Jesus
12/22/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
ASSURANCE
The answer will be found
And never subject to doubt
Dug up from the ground
The answer will be found
And if you’ll ask around
You’ll very soon find out
The answer will be found
And never subject to doubt
A Triolet has 8 lines with the following rhyme scheme: ABaAabAB, with lines 1,4 and 7 being identical, and lines 2 and 8 identical.
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