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The Love Commandment

I am the eternal, your LOVE
Thou shalt have no other loves before me
Thou shalt not bow down to the image of another love
Nor give your heart and homage to any other than me
For I, your eternal LOVE, am a jealous love

I am the eternal, your LOVE
Thou shalt have no other loves, but ME!
For I will visit with vengeance
if you blaspheme my name
and tarnish my image
by loving one unworthy

I am the eternal, your LOVE
and my love for YOU, is eternal

Eileen Manassian

;) Now, don't go and get yourselves all bent out of shape. This is a different take on the first two commandments. I thought I would take it to stand for Love instead. BTW....the apostle John does state, "God is LOVE."  God says that He is a jealous God. Our jealousy is based on feelings of inferiority. We see what others have that is lacking in us, and we burn if we think our loved one is appreciating someone else. However, God's jealousy is based on superiority. He is the best there is, so when we give our love to another, it rouses His jealousy, for He knows we will NOT be satisfied. Isaiah 52: 2- "Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and you will delight in the richest of fare." God insists that He is the best there is. 

Taking that concept, I turned it to be the voice of a lover speaking to her loved one for she KNOWS...that there is no other love that can match hers.  Too much? You tell me!

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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After a hard day, I relaxed in the shower.
I bent over and let the warm water run.
As it began to penetrate my body I turned
it to very hot.  The pleasure rose immensely. 

AFTER a very trying experience I needed time.
A HARD thing, to squeeze in sometimes.  

The DAY to day, mundane, obscenity 
we call work.  Five days and a handshake
from which I have to wipe the drool as 
soon as I can before RELAXING a bit,

The immense pleasure of almost 
scalding hot water, started me thinking 
of how lucky and blessed I really am.
It’s good to reflect on such things, to keep 
from getting all BENT out of shape.  

To dwell OVER things without reminding 
oneself that this was the way it really was
is a good way to end up in a mental state.
If we think about the good things AND LET
THE  WARM feelings run through us like 
soaking in a nice hot furo with the steam 
rising through the WATER on a cool night, we 
begin to get the picture.

It is very hot.  The pleasure rises.
As I RUN the memories through my 
mind and AS the many things I have shared 
in life BEGAN TO PENETRATE the corners of
all capacity to maintain composure, 
tears welled readily as MY BODY began
to react to the memories.  

Quickly I TURNED a simple process into 
a healing meditation.  IT proved to be 
something I do often when I 
feel the need TO take a VERY HOT bath.  

It is amazing how THE PLEASURE of one’s 
own company often is beneficial, and should
not be taken lightly.  I ROSE to a higher plane 
of understanding of my inner self that day,
and am now IMMENSELY more comfortable 
just being me. 

Mar 5 2012 Charles Henderson
for Debbie Guzzi’s Et Cetera Contest

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2012

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I bring you my little heart
It’s been battered and abused
It’s all bent out of shape, Lord
Because it has been bruised
I lost some of the pieces
I can’t get them back, you see
It all happened when he said
That he will not forgive me
Jesus, please stop the hurting
For I can’t go on this way
Every time that I see him
I just don’t know what to say
He has cut me from his life
And he threw away my heart
I’m left here, Lord, to wonder
If you have the missing part
He claims that you’re his Savior
He says that you bring him joy
Why is it then, sweet Jesus
That he broke me like a toy?
So here I am, my Jesus
I'm uncertain what to do
But tell me, Lord, why can't he
Be forgiving just like you

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012

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Somebody told me that cliches are dead
But what if I run out of things to say
Can I say "to know me is to love me"
Or "tomorrow is just another day"

What about "liars never prosper and cheaters never win"
Would I be accused of reviving the dead
"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush"
Or is it "an ace in the hole instead"

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"
Or if you fall "it's only a scrape"
What if I tell them to "button your lip"
Will they get "all bent out of shape"

But I'm "at the end of the pecking order"
So how much can I really know
I'll never use cliches again
Right after " I told you so"

Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010