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Trembling in the silence of a fresh snowfall, awaiting the struggle of laughter and tears, the beautiful that comes from stars shadowed by flakes so gentle they seem to speak silence into the spirit – like the voice of a vision, preaching peace ~ quote by poet

Secreted beneath the gentle fragments, shivering,
Blown in piles, demanding as January’s piercing light,
Silence caressing the stones, the oaks, the pines,
In glistening reflections, hearts possessed,
By the indigo skies who are burning with grace,
Speckled with sensations, amazement –
Sweltering in the 12 degree rays, where moments
Tend to breath in the crispness and release brilliance,
In waves, wisdom from the hunger
Ravenous appetites, awaiting the colors of light,
Friendly aromas of souls, newly blooming,
Emitting sounds that go on, unnoticed, echoes,
Vibrations trembling in soothing sighs…
Melodious blessings, ranging from hearts to insights,
Lifting the nights on wings of angels, 
Promising the heavens to release the broken hearts,
Send comfort to the earth in the form of snow,
Who breathes a quiet truth, silence…
Beaming from the tender scales, shavings of ice,
Glittery and crisp, crumbling into moments,
When the laughing sun kisses the blanketed ridges,
Stirring the scene so that only the blurry vision,
Squinted from eyes who remember –
On the snow covered land there is plenty to glimpse,
But only the blinded eyes can truly remember,
How the sparkling snow seemed to shudder and shake,
In silence… deciding just how significant
How consuming is the silence of a shadow,
Reflected on the land whose bathed in fresh white,
The frosty sheen of hope breathing its lasting glance,
Over the peaceful promise of this kind and graceful spectacle,
Commotion in brilliance, awakening the spirit,
With a wonderful white home where the fires crack,
Popping so that even the wood can feel the flames traveling,
Deep into the bones, risking tragedy…
To be lauded by the sensations of Winter’s amazing,
Winter chasing the dreams, the belief, the faded hope…
For those silhouettes who follow the moon,
Ride the stars and twinkle like the deathlike grief,
Who arranges for even the darkness to be plucked from the earth,
By the fresh fallen flurries who break away the brittle,
Soothing souls so that they’re sanctified by the sentimental.

Premium Member Soul Preacher

She guides, she smiles, she invites
Hearts to hope, to relish her light
She inspires, she admires, she stirs
Compassion and joy, precious wonders
Unfolding in the spirit of those who listen
To the treasure of her gift, her brilliance
The way she soothes and calms
The wonder of her grace, her mercy
The miracle of her unconditional love

She is creativity, vision, the muse
Flames of passion in hues so beautiful
They motivate the imagination
Free spirits from stagnation, smile
Music into the lives of those who listen
To her brave silence, her invitation
To heavenly stillness, the quiet of moon
The light of truth – as stars shimmer
Rivers tremble, almost spiritual, uplifting
Calming the senses, so reassuring, heartening

She is gifted, like the soul’s sister
Releasing every resentment to the past
Where it fades into the shadows
As healing blends away the doubts
Preparing the spirit for the healing
That comes to those who hear her words
Her life-giving, life-changing verses
Poetry from the spirit, the feelings
Rhythms of grace, so compelling, fulfilling
Awakening the burning sensations, the stirring
Intimacy so amazing, the kiss of affection
Poured into the one who listens to her

She is acquainted with fear and pain
Yet she remains unchanged, a blessing
Wisdom delights in the faithful
Finds strength, even in weakness
Never doubts, but always commends
The one who hears her with a faithful ear
The one who needs her more than their suspicions
The one who knows her as God’s gift, His teacher…

Wisdom is the soul’s preacher!



1 Corinthians 1 (KJV)

28 And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are:

29 That no flesh should glory in his presence.

30 But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption:

Smart Students

Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn. 
-Benjamin Franklin

When a teacher is teaching  , some smart students 
Always love so much their teacher because
They want to be knowledgeable in their lives. 
You can ask yourselves some questions 
About the concern of Christ Jesus on Peter...
Why was He much connected to him? 
Why  Peter recognised Him and
He told him to keep it secretly? 
Why did Jesus leave the keys
To open the heavens to Peter? 
Why Peter was the first disciple who recognised 
The arrival of the Holy Spirit and reminded people
 about the promise of Christ Jesus? 

In the class of hundred students 
There always be two or three students 
Who want to be like their teacher. 
By surprise,  Peter succeeded to walk 
on the waters
while he was  still student 
In the college of Christ Jesus. 
When the apostles started to teach people , 
Peter astonished  some  people  
When he hold the hand 
of a  cripple  beggar 
By the door 
of the temple and
said to him,
 " in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth walk" 
The cripple from birth walked ,
 started to jump...
 jumping. 
Some demons- possessed people and 
different sick people were healed
by God through the shadow of Peter. 
In Samaria none had the Holy Spirit but
They had been baptized
 in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. 
When Peter and John went there,
Then placed their hands upon them and 
They  received the Holy Spirit. 
A teacher is always happy when some students
focus on his teachings.
Imagine how happy Christ Jesus was 
When he was surrounded
by his disciples? 
Imagine how happy the apostles were 
When they started
doing some  things
Which their Teacher did?  

Every good biblical teacher
 " or  preacher" 
always be happy to hear some testimonies
of some transformed people here and there. 

June 17th 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
Mussabwa Chris


The Preaching Choir

Deaf tone musical                                                                                                                                                                   as dialectics converse                                                                                                                                                  obstinate’s embrace
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.

Preaching

Preaching the priest,

Full of devotees,

Empty bellies!

Preaching "pass"...

Need courage to begin as to surpass
So vivid a word yet so hard
Popularly connotes play your part
My dialect implies opposite of far

So vivid a word yet so hard
Still needs no explanation bar
My dialect implies opposite of far 
Truth will slay all fearing power

Still needs no explanation bar
One distributes what is acquired
Truth will slay all fearing power
Perception makes life easy…simpler
	
One distributes what is acquired
Respect all if affection is desired
Perception makes life easy…simpler
“Spiritual Smile” eradicates all evil

Respect all if affection is desired
Popularly connotes play your part
“Spiritual Smile” eradicates all evil
Need courage to begin as to surpass


Brother, Keep Preaching

Two black soul brothers
Standing on the corner
In front of Metro center
On a Friday night

In the heart of the new evil empire
The center of the beast
Hell Central

Preaching the word of god
The news of the end of the world
The proverbial end times 
Were upon us and coming soon

The commuters, workers and bemused tourists
Walk on by the preacher men
Some pay attention, most walk on by

They did not want to hear 
They did not understand

And the preacher man kept
Preaching the word of god
And no one paid any attention
None at all

God is going to punish us
God is coming soon
To punish the wicked and the evil
And to set things right

God is going to punish the U.S.
For its arrogance, hubris and hypocrisy
For its greed and evil
Disguised as saving the world
From the evil ones

God is coming, oh yeah he is on his way
And boy is he angry at us
At the entire human race

And God, let me tell yah
He ain't the wimpy, wampy pappy 
White boy false god of the New Testament
The false deity that the evil Reverend Farwell 
And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship

Hell no
God ain't that god

God is a mean, angry powerful God
The god of the Old Testament
The god of the Koran and the god of old
The god that man once feared 


Yeah, I am talking about that god
Jehovah, Zeus, Allah and a thousand other names
The god that our ancestors feared
The real deal, and boy is he pissed off

And he is coming to set up straight
And send most of us straight to hell
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

Preaching Sunday

PREACHING SUNDAY
 In the old country church,
 Preaching Sunday was quite a big deal;
 In just a few words, I’ll give you a feel.
 White gloved ushers monitor each bench and pew,
 Wearing uniforms starched to look like brand new.
 Little girls decked out in ruffles and bows,
 Sit with mothers in hats sharp
 From their heads to their toes.
 The minister quotes scriptures With deep breaths
 And long pause,
 He makes so dramatic each and every clause.
 At the end of the message, when some hymn is sung,
 Shouts ring out between every rung.
 There’s some jerking and fanning and some falling out,
 Small ones wonder what all the commotions about.
 When everything’s over and the service is done,
 Everyone enjoys a grand feast on the lawn.
 Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
 from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life In Poems
#southenlife #southenpoems #countychurch

On Ps Preaching

There is a place for the poetic preacher,
even in this forum---one can so feature
a castigating word, narrow-minded screed,
up to each person to decide what they read,
and while I don’t much like damning lines,
exploding like old-fashioned land mines,
I’ll hold my tongue while they do their work,
unless they become an insufferable jerk.
© Jim Tidd  Create an image from this poem.

Preaching Against a Sponge

Some preachers think that Spongebob Squarepants is gay and they'd like to see him be 
expunged.
Instead of preaching against rape, murder and other problems, they preach against a 
sponge.
I use sponges to clean my tub but I don't believe that they're gay.
If I did believe that, the men in white coats would take me away.
They preach against a cartoon character who isn't even real.
When they preach against such a thing, it has no appeal.
These preachers should find other things to preach against.
Preaching that a sponge is gay makes absolutely no sense.

(THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)

The Preaching Pepper

An onion 
said, to a 
pepper fruit.
How do you 
do, today?
Without a 
pause, he 
added too
It’s quite an 
age, dear 
you?

How-do-you-
do, lovely 
bulb
-Replied, the 
pepper fruit
Out there, I 
camped
All season 
through,
Pepper also 
adds, too.

That aside, 
the onion 
said,
More closer, 
the pepper 
stepped –
Saying, what 
bothers you?

Kindly tell, if 
this is true
If truly our 
death is due!
I hear of 
knives, I hear 
of grind –
And this 
upsets my 
mind!

Onion bulb! –
Think not of 
that.
Thank God, 
you have 
made impart.
The world we 
live, is just 
like that,
One day, –
two friends 
must part!

No! No! No! 
Humans are 
bad –
We need to 
let them 
know!
I dream of 
days, still yet 
to come,
Greater 
things, I 
would love to 
show!

Onion bulb! 
It’s always 
good –
To do quick, 
what you 
could!
The time we 
have, are far 
too short.
Time is a rod, 
it rust!

No! No! No! I 
don’t agree
It’s not at 
home, at all 
with me.
Time-
Should be 
sold and 
bought!

The best of 
time, listen 
onion –
A well-spent 
time, it is.
Just two gate 
entrance the 
world
Birth and 
death, it is.

Oh my God, I 
will soon be 
picked
My brother 
has just been 
picked!
Even you, 
your cap is 
gone,
And still, you 
still don’t 
care.

What else, 
what else –
Can I, or do?
Another 
phase,
I head!

No! No! No! I 
will make 
them cry
Weep they, 
weep they 
like kids.
Perhaps, 
perhaps –and 
perhaps,
perhaps
Humans, 
humans 
would heed!

Rest in 
peace, dear 
onion bulb.
I still await 
my death
Of Grinding 
pestle and 
the grinding
force.
‘’for every 
soul, A must 
is death!!!’’

Sing - I Know I Can Trust Your Heart

I
Whispers tell me, You won't save me
It's the old story, some are Elect, some not!
But this one TRUTH is MY story
You still reign Jesus, You my God

II
I don't know the singer, the title of song
When my soul feels forsaken AND
I can't see ahead, can't get along
THE Voice & Lyrics HEAL (John 10:10)

III
WHEN U only feel your heart is breaking
Don't believe naysayers - that U are forsaken
The simple gospel is: JESUS DIED FOR ALL
The only exception - not any sin - but rejecting Him
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.

The Preaching of the Gospel Ls An Offense To the Lost

The Preaching of the Gospel Is An Offense!

Scripture says the preaching of the gospel,
 is an offense to the lost.
Christ’ followers should share HIS news!  No matter the cost!

It seems like many in church are walking in a spirit of fear.
Many would just rather live a life that’s “happy and secure.”

“Why tell others of God’s salvation?”  This may offend!
Why, it may even cost them to lose one of their “friends!”

Many don’t know enough of God’s word to share to another.
They have a hard enough time loving
their sister or brother!

God help us!  For the many who 
Who claim to be Christ’ believers!
Many have listened to the lies of the great deceiver!

Rather than being the person to preach the gospel this hour…
Many don’t seek the Lord’s wisdom,
 strength or power!

Ball games seem to have replaced a need for prayer…
Why witness to the lost?  Is there anyone who cares?

It’s no wonder why we live in a confused generation.
As many families don’t have Jesus as their foundation!

The gospel of Jesus Christ is the best news around!
It needs to be spread to every city, village and town!

May we all be stirred to preach the good news today!
And be stirred with the words that Christ has to say!

Whosoever will, come and drink of the life he gives!
And live by HIS gospel!  Each day that we live!

By Jim Pemberton  09/18/13

Preaching Punchers

Two bible-blabbering pastors
from two denominational sectors
ended up in stitches and plasters.

One man yelled: "Faith alone can save a man!"
The other screamed: "Only good deeds can!"

They swung bulky bibles, shouted curses,
bludgeoned and battered their righteous faces.

Oh, how they tried to kill each other,
for faith, for charity, but didn't bother
to heed the Lord's words: "Love one another."

Preaching Utopia

Pain withheld from a skeptic being 

Colliding emotion to save, destroy

Bonds breaking, cleansing forming creation

Bring to me hell for I await burning flesh over my forsaken soul

Life lingers with the bitter stench of apathy

Awaiting the savior to release my contorted soul 

Searching, scouring all to relieve torture from my existence

Blinding cynicism is all that prevents you from reaching that binding high, connection 
to create everlasting love

Preaching utopia, an ongoing challenge

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