Divine fire glowing with hope
radiates pardon
burning transgression's filth
freeing hearts from guilt.
Revival fire of worship
warms toward service
as faith blazes to reach-out
souls from hell's fury.
September 15, 2025
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Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
This is a classic story to share.
About the best grandmother ever
She was the person who truly cared.
Back when I was still a little girl
When nays are not that old
She buys me a wooden slipper.
Together we tend her garden
She's a good storyteller.
We are never bored with her.
She got our back when we needed her.
Every problem we have, she's always there.
She always carries her magic purse.
Inside there are lots of stored memories.
Bobbies pins, gums, receipts and more
Old notes, mirrors, even photos galore
Reading glasses and lipstick all in there.
Our grandmother has a magic wand
That makes us smell delicious air.
Cooking us our favorite meals to share
For every summer all her grandchildren
Will come to her house to gather
Our dinner is always full of laughter.
Everywhere she goes, I'm with her.
All the things that we do together
It is a memory that we'll always remember.
We all grew up with her love and care.
Sharing with every piece of her
The love she gave us is so rare.
In our hearts she stays with us through prayer.
Time is an inanity, we exist by its side.' We hear of
Anomalys, anonymous bland evil and a cultue of lies
Woe to those 'who call evil good' who put sour out for
Sweet.' Who ever thought we would ever see such
As a reality.? And integrity in retreat.? Yet how can that
Last.? Even tides turn in their oceons, seeing and
Listening..Does not always ensure a garnered ovation.'
All said, all done, trust in God for alone His ultimate will
Shall be done.'
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prescription
hern ingest
nibble
raven
gulp
i think'd i
said thuh mouth's
full
.
i recall thuh bubblez
from mine think's spew
yesss
in her womb
i hear’d momma say
“It’s kicking”
‘twere thuh burst
uv
bubblez though
from mine first
haiku
*where are my mannerz;
ty freya mill for this inspire ')
who'd uh thunk it, from such
thuh terse query
When my mother in law died a few years ago
She did so at home before dawn one summer’s morn,
And my wife and I went over and sat around
For a few hours as her dad cooked us breakfast.
All the time her mom’s body lay there
Slowly cooling in the living room.
And what was remarkable
Is that for such a low key and unassuming woman
Gale filled the whole house
With a palpable peace and stillness,
Unlike one I’d ever experienced before.
Today I feel that same kind of blessing is being felt
With the passing of Charlie Kirk,
Except instead of filling a single house
His spirit is filling the entire world.
Let that sink in for a moment.
We’re talking about a once in a millennium kind of soul.
(9/13/25)
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eve's glister'n mirth
when i sing to her
soothez my deep
hern innardz rhapsodically
weep
when i add her name
mine prescious chavah
kiss’z me sweetly
‘til ourn
sleep
"Home" is a word that echoes in my mind
A haunting melody, a cruel design
A place where shadows dance, where love's a lie
Where the heart beats with fear, and tears never dry
I've known the weight of hands that meant to hold
But crushed instead, leaving scars that never unfold
The silence screams, a cacophony of pain
A symphony of shattered dreams, a refrain
I've searched for solace in the darkest night
A fleeting peace that's lost in the morning light
The ghosts of memories haunt me still
Echoes of a love that turned to bitter pill
I yearn for a place where I can be free
Where the weight of expectations isn't crushing me
A place where I can breathe, where my soul can rest
But it's a mirage, a fleeting dream, a distant quest
In this wilderness of broken dreams and shattered hopes
I'll wander, lost, with heart that beats like a rope
I'll follow the shadows, the whispers in my ear
Until I find the silence, the stillness that's so dear
Perhaps in the darkness, I'll find my way
To a place where love isn't a four-letter word for pain
Where home isn't a prison, but a sanctuary true
Where I can be me, without fear, without shame, anew.
Love constantly exudes from His heart
Omnipotence marks His being from the start
Redeemer is He, vanquishing evil’s dart
Deliverer Who assures us His triumphant part.
Occurring disturbances echoing through the mind
Felt asleep
Twist and turn
Dreaming feeling like a nightmare
The midst of danger
The dream of enter
It was a person, train and car
Approaching train
A stop at a railroad crossing
Thought of can make it
Car got stuck in the middle
Train steadily getting closer
What do I do?
Do I jump out the car and run?
Meanwhile the train is coming and coming
I could be killed
Suddenly, the car starts and I pull away
The train passes and there was a getaway
Escape being a blessing
Dream as it would seem
But what does the dream mean?
Immediately woke up
Had drenching sweat
Wondered what did the dream surround?
There was danger, but somehow there was protection
Dream over
Went back to sleep
My soul still to keep.
The Battlefield of Survival
There is nothing that brings out our fragility
to surface like surgery, dreams one has of
success is laid bare under the well-lit light
of an operating table
First time I had one of those growths removed
was seventy-five years ago by our doctor
wearing a three-piece suit with a blue tie
My memory of him is that of a man who
had a cigarette in one hand and a scalpel
on the other hand, during the proceedings
he spoke to my mother about the weather
That was inclement, and the Labor Party
He and my mother were communists
For a long time, I had to take blood tests
which I didn't mind, his waiting room was
full of magazines and newspapers
There is nothing to read in waiting rooms
anymore, apparently, it is unhygienic
Not that it mattered, one has phones
The surgeon and his assistant spoke
pleasantly to each other about their work
at hand, I just happen to be there
After the operation, I was led into a room
to rest and dress, no, there was no kind
nurse serving tea
I am broken in, i’ve learned
i have got no message to return
my ears ring, the streets sing
with your smile on displace
tomorrow takes today
.
in thuh cup uv mine
dukes
her taut
rest'n
moaning
each syllable
pellucidly
i hear her
happy 'bout my back
home
,)
September sunrays dart dancing playfully
we treasure every last glint of warmth
indian summer truly a gift
Dear old man,
My quill quivers.
How do I glorify you,
With only ink, not gold?
Oh lady Calliope,
Lift my soul.
A pin drowned in an ocean of words.
Guide my conscience with notions,
Dearth of words I face,
To sculpt my father's grandeur.
A shrunken, grainy face is all that's left.
Struggles, unparalleled for eternity
Spine bows, for the weight he bears.
A warrior bending his knees to fate.
Wounds he has procured,
A soldier indisputably.
Laments the injustice once and twice,
Yet, prefers seclusion.
No more wars he seeks to wage,
On his own kinds.
The past shoots arrows at him,
Bleeding eyes and shattered bones.
How can one slip such agony?
And forgive his enemy.
Yet, still, Calliope,
Though you guide.
The shaking of my hand,
Hardly lets me carve his story.
Despite your hand over mine,
How do I shape an epic?
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