We are never Woke!
Cool, catchy, hip
neat sounding expression
but deceptively misleading!
Best we can do is rest,
shelter at a pillar of Awakening….
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We choose our possessions --
Choose what possesses us --
The Devil, with his lures
of power and gem-my babbles --
Christ His promise of Soul
Liberation: ever higher expansion,
Awaking consciousness into spheres
of unimaginable cosmic spiritual
wealth – Christ, my heart lightener;
guide through shrouded corridors,
enraptured, trans-versing mystic chambers,
those sky-high mansions for initiate
flight. I become the Light-bearer! No captives in
Christ, only partners, who serve the Father,
totally dedicated to His Children's uplifting.
There are no dogmatic prisoners in
Christ. I follow Christ, who follows
God, joyful in a journey of unfolding
omnipotence. What Father wants
less for His Children than he has
For Himself? The Almighty, ever
present, ever loving, beneficent Great I Am!
I say I am
simply a man,
simple
easier for self
to understand
though the complexity of men
I am no outlier
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Can I say then
that I am mostly an honest man,
my only lie
that of being simply
a man?
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If not
I will be just a loving man
at least to please my God
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God says there is no loving man
men simply the AIs of gods…..
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God spoke
and my soul responded,
I am a world
within an endless
world
A kingdom for my
own eternal unfolding
God loved
and love I became,
my divine spirit proof of
His faithful beauty
and ever presence
God is within
enfolds me
showers me with
blessings
He is that He is
so I may be the best
of who I am….
Beneficent Father….
Omnipotent Fount of All Being....
We honor thee, oh Christ!
The sacrifice that You made,
The suffering You endured;
Stigmata signifying profound faith --
The Cross that checked the body
But not the Son’s Spirit~ man’s
Cruelty on full display; the
Crown of thorns, the drip the
Splatter – earth thus saturated~
Redeeming Blood of its Creator.
Drink of the Goblet...rise through the
Radiant Portals of His Temple
Illumined where lifted, to Divine Presence
And Soul Purification – All is
Thine; and we serve openly for love
And not lowly fear --
Pure Love has one Name!
Christ Brother and Savior. Surely Pure
Heart has one Divine Manifest, the
Son of God on his Beneficent Throne
Eternal – we witness in physical form
Trinity realignment with humanity and
Source transfiguring. Son of Man! God the Father!
Holy Spirit Righteous Blessing! Happy Easter.
“He is Risen!” Our Lord is with us —
Restores and completes us, Enlightened
Image, man’s Divine Likeness.
He is Source and Path —
Sacred Form Purified. Beloved Brother.
Family conduit of the Father~ Redeeming
Essence.
He is all that is, all that will come, ever-emerging
Transforming Effulgence; introducing man to his
Ordained birthright, that of Autonomous Human/Spiritual
Self Governance. His Abiding Presence, our ever Soul-warmth
And Dearest Counselor. Beneficent Love His Saturating Complexion.
Magnanimous Light, Consecrated Quintessence;
Dynamic Force, Gracious Host, Unconquerable —
We give praise to our Lord for blessed example and grace.
He is risen! Amen!
Of Heaven's influence, benign
Angel's, beneficent
On the year, the life, through Spring, through Love
Fragrantly what is leant.
Jesus said, “My grace is sufficient for you,
for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”
2 Corinthians 12:9
Divine Giver of the law
You are all-omniscient!
Your mercy leaves me in awe;
Your grace, more than sufficient.
Within weakness I must live
your power beneficent;
forgiveness you freely give.
Sometimes my heart gets darkened
break my will and deliver
me from sin which you've pardoned.
Jesus, the great Grace-Giver
for souls which are hardened.
Embrace this weak parolee...
ALL glory belongs to Thee.
By itself darkwater resides
a nocturnal needle
a forgetful beyond silence
that slumbering inconsequential
cuts a corner
a stammer jester in its unpronounceable tongue
And by fog or bright sunlight
or if you prefer in curdled agonized night
oblivion she comes
to weep at your side
lay that kiss beneficent upon your brow
and whisper her breath
of oblivion
Sweet lips lay her peace upon your forehead
reside
Oblivion
Her dangerous alcohol heroine addiction
escape tunnel perfidious
your attention so fixed
her intentions so mixed
lays the desperate palette
of sacrificial dreams
Dark by night and dark by incidental
dark by the injection of her frivolous needle
in portents she echoes
so demure and unrepentant
Respected but more feared
As a man of tempered steel
An expert at ensuring he got
The best of any signed deal.
He got a Degree in Pomposity
From the university of life
Followed by a Masters in
The Obvious and The Trite.
Doctorate soon followed
In Self Righteous Thought,
Waxes forth on Social Media
Where he daily holds court,
Pouring vitriol and scorn
To those who don’t know
Life’s a veritable paradise under
Our beneficent Status Quo.
A paragon of virtue, this
Self proclaimed made man
Telling the world if he can do it
Then surely anybody can.
International businessman
With his modern sweat shop
Using Zero Hour Contracts to
To keep his workers on the hop
He attends religious observance
Al least once every single week
Where he virtuously professes
To be humble, mild and meek.
He’ll probably live for ever
Which really isn’t so very odd:
No Heaven could be big enough
To hold both him and his God.
"Absorb me, accept me
O beneficent ray!"
Dawn-tranced, smiled from out one
Open-armed, standing.
"Which light, though dim, of Love
Embody's Heaven's day!"
Of that intuitive feel
Conveyed too; grinned in!
Those who saw prairies bloom
Remember well the dams he built
Filling their abundant reservoirs
Growing harvests they cherished
Being the only bridge they had
Standing over turbulent streams.
When the nights reign moonless
And clouds churn mighty storms
Most people still remember him
As ray of light when they were lost
For he was their only lighthouse.
His words enlightened their hearts,
His actions charted pristine paths,
Defying fiercely allure of wrongs
Sacred was the sermon he doled out,
Illustrious was he~ held in regard.
Though he’s gone, he left his mark,
Some have heard his clarion call,
Inspired to follow in his footsteps,
Planting the seeds of his message,
Carrying his torch~ seeds to harvest.
Esteemed is their beneficent voice
Tolling of selflessness and sacrifice,
Dedicating to others purpose of life
Alleviating sufferings of human plight;
Keeping the flame of goodwill alive
Trekking through rains and clouds
Leading the way, guiding how to find
The rainbow on other side of sky.
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Placed 1st: A Brian Strand 1092
Placed 2nd: Being A Light To Others Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Helping others with your wealth
Heightens your spiritual health.
The great architect provided the perfect garden,
given us the responsibility as nutrient warden.
The exchange of energies of great intelligence,
divine organism and operational reference.
Wisdom and care through renewable sustain,
life principle and healing to obtain.
Beneficent pleasures by nature designed,
seeking tenement of existence refined.
A tiny part of mind is used entire,
the rest is awaiting the evolution dire.
The soul needs organs of impressions,
from without to create progressions.
The garden fair in daily appetite need,
where mind becomes a pleasure thinking seed.
The body and its intellect where each kind,
wants its own uniqueness and resemble find.
Expensive farmed food without nutrition,
ignorant convenience and its faulty condition.
You are by root and all in all,
given a body in the garden, a love of form.
fuchsia gold pink dawn
naturally it's beauty
sunburst in the bay
the hour of hush still rapture
melted colors drift to sea
at the verge of day
in the time of green tree songs
wading in waters
beneficent sunshine rays
in an age of spectral skies
Our Bountiful God-------------------
Our God is bountiful because
Unsparing free and liberal
Benevolent beneficent charitable
Our God is bountiful because
Creator hands on everything
Holy benignant bestowal of gifts
Favors munificent; generous. abundance;
Always ever thankful
Our God is bountiful because
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Our Bountiful God Poetry Contest
SPONSORED BY: Julia Ward
If time shall not our derelict joys
Revive with tunes melodious so,
Let past's nostalgic merries balm
Our souls and bid all sorrows go.
Should ebbing laughter and smiles
Their cold arcs yet vanishing carve,
May old cheers of our jolliest whiles
Redeeming warmths pitifully impart.
Although gone mirths seldom thwart
Present galls despite their vivid hues,
Mortal forgetteries lulling blisses are,
As would certainly void painful clues.
Thus might sweetly reechoed tones,
Excerpts from our merriments dead,
Like beneficent ditties in unison allay
All lingering whits of lonesome dread.
And if blunt fate her forking bivouacs
Twirl and twine in drab manners sour,
Beclouding paths erst snowing white;
Here’s bold shield in life’s icings dour.
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