Speak tongues of men or angels
Making sense or noise
Gifts speak to God all my brethren
Do I love?
So we do love is patient, love is kind
No envying
No delight in evil rejoice in truth
Faith hope love
Gifts speak to God all my brethren
Love is the greater
My follow
Love as such we’re desired deserving spirits
Gifts speak to God all my brethren
My people for the Glory of Our Father God
6/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
I thank God daily for those in my corner, which help me in God keeps me from falling. I thank the Father for the Brethren and the Sisterhood, Elohim blessed children Helpers one to another AMEN
5/12/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Laughing more than necessary
And beginning from Beginning,
Jane about Joan and accessory:
"She'd looked like one a game winning,
Her blouse ungodly and real scary;
To even far - off eyes lots meaning,
Warden to reject stories fairy:
Breasts like ones a new baby weaning,
Still, a nose ring but bare back
And as she walked oft looked back...
"Are these what you might show Brethren;
And not win fires of cauldron?"
Devoted Christian De half Nude;
If she stayed back at home not good
But ushered into the fold a feud
Fold would be lucky if it withstood...
Its a tongue with ring for the Hymn
And a Joan sure it's good for Him.
A tempest rare
Celebration here
Rejoice all
Humanity these are
The sacrifices that please
Our God do good and share
To those who are in need
Please
Help your fellow brethren
Do good and share
For those that are in need
For these are the sacrifices that please
These are the sacrifices that please God
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Hebrews 13:16
In fields of country wheat,
from the corner of my eye,
In amber grains discrete,
a Coyote stood chest high.
Nostrils flared,
with eyes in constant search,
Horizons scanning,
poised to quickly lurch.
Collar bristled in the wind,
he quickly turned away,
A scent of prey he’d just inhaled,
lured him to the fray.
And as he swiftly disappeared
to meet his destiny,
I turned to meet my own again,
now filled with jealousy.
There is a call he answers
that I feel inside of me
Amidst a lack of freedom
I have known.
Commitment, obligation,
and responsibility,
The life, I feel, that’s chosen me;
the one which I now own.
But we each knew
for just an instant,
as he took his flight,
we both would howl,
for different reasons,
at the moon tonight.
You've made the public tag Islam, a religion of fanatics
Just because of your attitudes, people see sunnis as extremists
Why making it difficult for others to abide by Islamic ethics?
Brother,
The fact that you use those short length trousers
shouldn't make you ignore and disrespect others
Be real and relate with good characters,
may be through these, they will surely ponder.
Sister,
The length of your beautiful hijaab
doesn't rate you with the highest eeman,
seek more knowledge to ascertain the lessons behind using that pretty khimaar.
Soft words with hikmah are enough to correct your sisters
Teach them the ethics of a good zawjah and as well a righteous believer
For you help to rehabiltate ummah and avoid shaytan the deceiver.
Muzlims that pretends to be Muslims are no doubt, being atypical.
Be a Muslim and a Mu'min by not being hypocritical
For Allah rewards every deed, but its sometimes metaphysical.
A skyscape floats with light's threads
Suspended in an unknown hemisphere
Of eternity, a pure innocence
Where billion meteors , stars evanesce. I feel
Its rivers and heat blending as one drift,
numberless upon the ladder of creation...
Like a pilgrim of life breaking a thrilled stun,
As the grandeur of matter and blue fire
Ignites dawn's birthing , twilight's falling;
That each motion of a planet knows its pull
Before whirling amidst heaven's ray . I pause...
The god-child in me sees all brethren worlds
Allowing a force to bind with a holy order
That assigns each ringlet its fluid continuity.
I pause...moved by a galaxy that circles
From a flight roaming to greet my breath
Through seasons' journey , knowing my soul
finds its comfort beyond earth’s frontiers.
Kim Morrison's Soulful Words
by nette onclaud
On the backs of giants I walk,
Most of them cursed me right to my face and imposed correction unnecessary,
Most of them as Judas to Joseph, fell to the sting of jealousy, and slew my very soul with the
Cain like bitterness of accusation.
But still on the backs of giants I walk.
For from the beginning to the end,
When they had the choice to deny the destiny that God had for me, or to embrace it,
They all, everyone, chose to believe.
A ribbon of peace made of red, white and blue
Had fallen to earth on a breeze
With hopes that someone would take and hold true
The values so needed for peace
Alive in the colors, representation of man
The struggles in life so endured
All sewn together in one tight fine weave
Offering to all, peace assured