October 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 8-10
Key Verse – Matthew 8:3 And Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him, saying, I will; be thou clean. And immediately his leprosy was cleansed.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CLEANSING AND HEALING US
Praise be to God for cleansing and healing us from our:
Frustration-futility toward His forgiveness
Filthiness-fever toward His fellowship
Fret-faltering toward His faithfulness
Foulness-flu toward His fruitfulness
Fear-flight toward His freedom
Matthew 9:22 Praise be to the Lord for comforting us:
Challenging us with His call of courage
Caring for us by His compassion-calmness
Correcting and chastising us by His counsel
Converting us along His command for change
Cheering us amidst our consecration-cleansing
Matthew 10:37 Praise be to the Saviour
for enabling us to love Him more than:
Position, propped by provisions
Possessions, propelling prosperity
Preferences pretending to be precious
Priorities against His precepts and principles
Progress in our passionate prized performances. Amen!
October 4, 2024
I went for a walk through the woods, like I do each Fall;
for it's a sensual treat at this time of year.
And I came across a grove of ancient oak trees,
shedding amber, yellow, and golden leaves;
gilding the ground, like scattered nuggets of gold.
The air smelt of Autumn, an earthy-sweet musk;
cool, crisp, and invigorating.
A chattering chipmunk scolded me incessantly:
as I neared a knurled stump, it was guarding;
loudly chastising me for invading its space.
The ground crunched and crackled under my feet,
as I walked on a bedding of filigreed leaves;
resembling a golden fleece.
As brisk breezes rippled through swaying treetops:
their bare branches rattled like skeleton bones.
Indulging my inner child, I fashioned an Autumn Angel;
spreading and swiping my arms and legs,
I sculpted an Angel out of leaves instead of snow.
And I lay there awhile smiling, soaking in Nature's magnificence;
immersed in the grandeur and beauty of Fall.
A sinless one pays the wages of sin
One in whom death hath no hold
An anomaly goes unseen
For thirty silver coins He is sold
Offending many with all he aimed to mean
That was mocked and frowned upon when told
That the Son of God had stepped on the scene
Calling out men to either be hot or cold
He died as was foretold
A matter put to rest
Tucked away in a tomb and a stone rolled
And time would do what it does best
To pass and oversee His ideals grow cold
Not knowing of what would manifest
When His demise was three days old
Word broke out of the tomb being open
Some talked of his missing
Others witnessed Him risen
To five hundred he went appearing
To whom His rising couldn’t be disproven
No matter the mockery or chastising
Then His ascension and came the Holy Spirit
That His believers could do as He did
By faith to live and to push every limit
And from the yoke of sin be freed
With Him in heavenly places we sit
And in Him we are a new breed
K. Muitherero
On days like today, I need you the most
When it seems that nothing goes right
You're the only one who can cheer me up
Sweet love, my whole day you light
With a fire, a passion, a burning desire
To hold you tight in my arms
To squeeze you, to kiss your waiting lips
In dreams, I'm overwhelmed by your charms
Forgive me, I tend to repeat myself a lot
Because I'm still blown away by this thing
That we're actually back together again
If you were here, you'd hear my heart sing
My darling, I feel like a blithering idiot
Running off and foaming at the mouth
See what you've done, my darling lover
Hope you're satisfied, my mind's gone south
So sorry for chastising you the way I did
I'm a willing participant as they say
The love of my life has come back to me
You are mine till my very last day
YOU’LL BE FEELING FIN-TASTIC IN NO TIME!
Let us not have fears
Or unnecessary tears
For the chastising of one another
Dear poets maybe best to not smother
Let's get us back on track
A handful out of 4,600 not bad a smack
How I wish you would hear
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year!
The words are dazzling, razzling, ripping and roaring.
I cannot tear them out of my mind fast enough.
They are chastising, criticizing, laughing and staring.
Some days my muses are rowdy, rough and tough.
Can you give me a second to go to the bathroom? I beg.
When I come back in a few seconds, there is no hope.
Hilarious joke! Says my persnickety muse name of Peg.
Why do we waste time trying to give ideas to this little dope?
Ok I am going to trot this one out once again
not knowing if it will be better received than
When it flopped in Peoria.
I love to hear people laugh.I love to have a part in making people laugh.Sometimes I get carried
away in that pursuit.
Once while talking on the phone to my oldest sister
and hearing her little giggle I retold a joke
my brother the crass master had told.
Granted it was borderline yet bizarre enough
that it would not offend I believed
You be the judge......Hey Deloris I said did you hear about that guy that died while eating fresh mountain oysters?No,in a voice of concern she said. Yeah,seems the hog drug him through a barbed wire fence............silence.......more silence
Yet still more s....... well you get the picture.
I don't consider myself to be a heathen but then this stuff happens.
Don't know exactly what she found off color about it.Feel free to clue me in.I never asked her about it
as her infinite silence was all the chastising I can handle in that regard.So shoot me a line kids,Set me straight. Should I cull this one for good?
Your sweet soprano is so distant now,
dear Mother,
So far from my fearful ear.
Did it cherish me yet chooses now to chastise,
as if I needed punishment?
So why do I hear
such a call, such a note
moving further away,
dear Mother,
moving further, further,
into that distance?
A soprano still
but falling, falling.
Where are you,
dear Mother?
Will you return to my head, my heart,
even to my timorous ear,
though chastising, may indeed cherish
with your soprano,
cherish yes, even treasure,
becoming less distant,
closer, closer,
yes, less distant still?
I knew you would never disappear,
but one fears.
Oh yes, one fears.
(May 2022)
Gershon was chastising Seth
For being unfaithful to Beth
As high as a kite
Seth swore he'd do right
And his wife was tickled to death!
King Hypocrite
We have the king of hypocrites, right here on the soup
With more chastising, straight from his stoop
Once again, he points his finger, from high on his wall
A brand new blog with the same childish bawl
Deleted in twenty-four, that’s his usual hit and run
He likes his big words that help hide his fun
He stands at his pulpit, his thesaurus in hand
It makes him feel smart, here in poetry land
He likes to praise your work and then throw a punch
He’ll tuck tail and run and be gone before lunch
He gets his mighty courage straight from the keg
He’ll get blind drunk and then hump your leg
The simple truth will always contradict him
So he looks for new poets and then plays the victim
Like the trolls before him, he’ll wobble on his wall
Then like humpty dumpty, he will crack from his fall
Cascading falling pearls
Shattering window waterfalls
Cold as ice filling the skies with mist
Gravity's guidance surrounding
Those the molecules they wither and fall
Eventually evaporating expulsion from the breeze
Gathering lathering pounding against the rocks
Finally chastising the air and other elements
Seeping through the cracks
In awe so far falls Waters from the Waterfall
9/29/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
With irascible words, she continues to bemoan
Writing about poets with whom she picks a bone
Chastising those who like to compete in contests
She's infected with hate, like a pustulant abscess
Her bitter sarcasm abounds for quite a few poets
Shaming their competitiveness, then she blows it
She adds POTD beside her poem title when chosen
but her attitude is not what I would call ambrosian
Her "truth" is not what all of us choose to believe
It's so sad that she tries to offend us and aggrieve
She doth protest too much, and it's unbecoming
She's muddying the site with so much chumming
Many of us write what lies deep within our hearts
But we're not what she calls arrogant or up-starts.
We don't need our wrists slapped, like she has said
Leeches try to draw blood. We don't need to be bled.
Invisible to the naked eye
traumatization (courtesy
chastising and reproaching -
by fellow classmates
and later in life
birth parents and inlaws
dealt hefty figurative jab)
tremendously impacted yours truly
analogous to him moving bajillion miles away
compounded by his withdrawn demeanor
diagnosed when he reached middle adulthood
as schizoid personality disorder,
thus exhibiting obvious developmental delay
bullied courtesy nasty brutes,
who scapegoated and rejoiced
with hip hip hurray,
meanwhile I experienced
terrible psychological melee
escaping to safe confines of bedroom,
where I wanted to stay
for mine remaining years of life.
Retrospective review
now approaching my doddering old age
constituted more'n one cruel (cheap) trick
played on super tramping urchin,
who traipes across virtual global stage
ensnared within whorled webbed wide
spending his hard earned itty bitty wage
spinning one strand after another.
chiggers get under my skin
biting me harder than I have ever been bitten
I feel an orange glow chastising my acceptance
but what can I do? They own the tall night grass
bullfrog bellows at me in a belligerent way
I feel lambasted and irritated
cat fishing has never been so mean
Came upon us at nine o’clock dear
Spaceship, but what was it doing here?
A shop girl gave a scream
This was much more than scream
And a little boy threw up a cheer!
His mother gave him a box on ear
Her chastising is what I could hear
Aliens gave a wave
I laughed and so did Dave
Earthling world is changing, that is clear.
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