An angel and a devil
work me over every morn
Contending for ownership
to neither (am I) forsworn
I tell myself I won’t succumb
to the devil, that old bum
Then he takes down the angel
The fireworks have begun …
In the end, it’s MY will versus MY won’t
They’re mere illusions by my throne
My story has begun,
come listen my daughter and son.
Colorful building blocks are always fun,
look I am almost done.
We can go outside and run,
playing under the big yellow sun.
Gray elephant daddy won,
my animal friends I love each one.
The alienation that leads to human tragedy
it centres around the irreverence shown towards the truth
Nothingness has this strange way of manipulating something
Take for arguments sake can a liar become truthful
or bad in sinful manners become good and serving faith
murder is considered an act of kindness getting rid of burdens
What way do we model this insecurity to be addressed
forgiveness is considered the weak minded's choice
to barter they say what right have you to judge yourself worthy or a better person for that matter
The altered facts underneath transparency can be seen as the guilty ego gutted with this twisted speech
has now shaped those lacking soul purpose
Cold heart's will always see negative promoting hell
some beings they lack any source of moral stability
to be truthful
put a snake in a suit and it certainly will wriggle out of it
He Has only Just Begun
He has only just begun creating new days
whether inside hours
or by the river that flows from the throne of the Lamb.
He has only just started planning for fresh sunsets
in loving hues never witnessed
on Heavenly streets or asphalt highways.
He has only just started rolling out plans
for forests and fields
savoring teas brewed from leaves with healing for the nations.
He has only just designed new mansions
by still waters
in hearts that live beyond marauding midnights.
He has only just begun to give birth
from the eternal womb
for such a time as this.
He has only just begun a new work
in you and me
that the carpenter completes and finishes.
”He is THE Creator, because “Through him all things were made;
without him nothing was made that has been made”
John 1:3, Bible
God never stops creating beauty for us
I can see and feel it each day
it is in those bird songs flowing sweetly
within each flower blooming brightly
in the sky, the clouds, wind, rain and snow
a babies cry at birth . . .
in that last gasp of breath at death
that sigh that takes that soul home
it is that hand that comforted me in grief
that hand that holds mine when I am scared
in the ever changing landscapes
the streams, rivers, lakes, oceans and seas
I feel his power most after a flood or fire
when the forest rises from ashes to beautiful
and when a person can rise from a pit of despair
take his hand offered and rise up strong
yes, God is always creating . . .
It comes out of its chamber,
Summoned by the evening,
It stands on its podium,
A lamp for the night,
It tells us it’s time to retreat,
Rest for a while in the twilight blues,
Let go of the burdens of the day,
Tomorrow’s city doesn’t want to be overburdened.
Sometimes it stands alone,
Sometimes it is surrounded by its compatriots,
Even in the darkest of nights,
It pledges its allegiance to its Creator,
The glory of the night,
It doesn’t fight for its place,
At dawn, it goes back to its chamber,
Thankful for the opportunity to hold sway.
June 9, 2024.
of late when I wander through
an obstacle without relief,
throbbing breaths heave into
evenings dark as raven's plume...
and the crux of angst welcomes
my own fables, my stories
reflecting glassy eyes immersed
in cries and doubt.
as space of uncertainty drowns ,
I wrestle with faith on edge...yet in slow
motion, cool breezes fill
the vacant gaps
allowing my sighs a meditative
peaceful pause. Looking around,
I find new blossoms touching
my face, a heady pleasure tasting
heaven's gift... my soul surrenders.
O He is always on time with blessings
anew...on hours when dark and light
blend with God's holy evensong.
As long as he was hale and hearty,
has not uttered the name of God.
Until things went well as per his plan,
has not offered prayers to Him.
Taking pride in his youthful vigour,
and very handsome Cupid figure,
has not felt His holy presence.
Failing to see Him in every heart,
and running after physical pleasures,
he whiled away his precious time.
Now, having lost his wealth and health,
the Enlightenment has dawned upon him!
Feeling the burden of his life,
for solace, in times of grief and loss,
having come to know that
God is his path and destination,
his spiritual journey towards the Almighty
he has only just begun!!
After a long sojourn away I returned to God
attending mass every day and visiting the chapel
betwixt a quiet interlude, blessed silence;
Sick and broken lost and afraid
I sat there in my pew and opened my heart
It wasn't long before my eyes found Him
and when they did, the tears flowed freely
I opened my green covered journal
with the embossed letterings "Better days ahead "
and I began to write the words that Jesus spoke,
as He watched me sitting there, broken and alone.
Lose yourself in the ocean of my love
Come to the light and hold me as your
vessel of Sanctity...
I am your redeemer, your healer, your friend
Place your finger in the wound of my heart
and I will feed you the fire of my great sacrifice
Anoint your eyes with my presence
and know that I am who I say I am
Your only One, Son of God and Mary alike !
Schumann’s resonance rising
Magnetism impacting gravity
Pores of space begin dilating
Admitting within ethereal light
Altering reality as we know it
Incomprehensible to our mind
Outgrowing cocoon of the ego
Pristine soul spreads its wings
Resting mind, shifting to heart
Poised in time stretched calm
Wherein one with the universe
The drop becomes the ocean
Omnipresent in the vast void
Inseparable from the all that is
The individuated atom of God
Breathes in peace, exudes love
Aura emanating elixir of bliss
As boons of grace so received
Unending is ascent of our soul
Touch of God makes us whole
If you’re only a teen, you may carry the weight,
Of a past you abhor and a present you hate,
You may live in your room, like a temple of doom,
But the rest of your day is a book and a broom.
Oh, why am I here, oh why am I me,
Oh why am I here when I cram constantly,
I may seem like a fool, in a classroom at school,
To be something I’m not, when I’m not as a rule.
Oh, God, tell me why, is it wrong that I’m here,
If I’m not good for me, in a future unclear,
Who wants to grow old, if they never grew young,
Or never came over, game over, it’s done.
As I knelt down to pray, by the side of my bed,
I thought of the Lord, by the book I had read,
And I knew by the way that he counted His sheep,
That a lamb is the Lord by the company we keep.
Lord our God, shepherd us, in love and beauty wonder,
May thy glory here abide, and reach the soul asunder,
Christ the King is born to rule, in majesty and mountain,
Let us love our fellow man and drink the Living Fountain!
The chirping of the first bird to which I listen
And the first ray of the sun that glistens
Are not the beginnings, yet, continuations?
Of his caring hand, carrying on its liberation
Like untimely drizzling and winged termites
Surprises set in with inexplicable delights.
Each petal that unfurls from fresh flowers
Rays that spread out like rainbow showers
Movements of the mind and heart with feelings
Timely movement of the sun above the ceilings
Birds and beasts have good and bad times.
Hearts chant songs of the almighty in chimes.
Each act he begins, like ripples on water, spreads
With the emerging moon, his graces flow ahead.
Each moment is an era of mercy in his hands.
They're countless, like gold-dust-like desert sands.
Stoned out of concentration, my eyes stared deep into the padded grey church walls, ambient coloured lights flashed through the tinted windows dancing up the ceilings, and tunes of melodious worship shadowed past my ears.
I never wanted a cut on my body. "you have a cyst in both ovaries and it requires prompt surgery." The doctor's words eluded my thoughts, fleeting like flickering LEDs.
I wanted a miracle desperately. Shattered in tears, I spoke to God, asked him to heal me,
to give me a first-hand embrace of his mercy and I'll share mine too.
Faith is a mix of troubles and losses, dreams on hold, hurts and tears. But with it, God sends a blanket of stability. One month later, the test came back negative. I testified.
When might it have started? When did this whole thing start?
‘Beginning’ is too hard a concept, it is too natural a word,
It is too common a daily lifestyle that too many cross over it like
Butterflies in the midst of summer, like little waves in a pond of
Lily leaves.
Do you know how a leaf falls for Winter? Do you know something
Just similar to abscission in plants? Do you know how the clouds
Say ‘Hi’ to their neighbours?
Right now, the leaves are not fallen. The wind blows. And the leaf
Shakes. The leaf is tense. The leaf cannot see. It is a bit chilly.
So I would like to open what is a heart and what is an eye. Have
A light radiate through a slit, and warm the room and chambers
Inside.
Trying to get released from sordid mire of mortal being
in karmic destiny, leading to the loss of errant essence,
the perception of divine conscience pervades me,
I beseech God to show me the path of inward journey,
for the patina of perpetual peace I yearn to embrace.
As the pristine petals of my soul placidly unfurl,
blooming the divine lotus of ecstatic awareness,
I perceive the shower of His gracious endowment.
In the aura of bliss I discern the beauty of liberated life,
blessed by the bequest of the absolute supreme giver.
In the calm sanctum of the heavenly consciousness,
I soar like an un-caged bird on the wings of devotion,
float in the boundless cosmos of eternal peace,
my serene soul flies free in the fervent firmament,
suffused with the euphoria of eventual salvation.
Surrendering totally to His omnipresent graciousness I hold
falling sky with inner trength, keeping me going till the end,
for I’ll remain subservient to His benign benevolence,
that, I’m certain, He has only just begun to bestow.
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