Birds
Rabbits
Red tailed hawks
Little chipmunks
Gorgeous butterflies
Feral cats cute kittens
Crazy tiny fast squirrels
Most majestic cool dragonflies
Some dogs leashed other dogs unbridled
Silent but smart, steady and swift barn owls
Animals creating euphoria
Compassionately loving partners
Nature's eloquent beautiful
Serene equilibrium
Like roseate brushstrokes
Upon heart's canvas
Humanity
Harmony
Cherish
Life
If I were a Victorian naturalist
I would have pinned bugs
in their boxed cabinets
and tabulated them all,
because where I place favored items
they must belong there in perpetuity.
I once dreamt that The Goddess of Mercy
had found a place for me
in the temple of Her glowing heart.
However, I fidgeted much,
shuffling from the right side to the left
trying out the snug-ability
of this place and that.
Compassionately,
Guanyin pinned me down at last
among all those that belonged to Her
in perpetuity.
S~ Scent of the shining, Pacific Ocean, eternally bless me!
A~ Arresting fog, may your droplets forever surround me.
N~ Nights of rainbowed streetlights, dance, engulfed by the sea!
F~ Friendships, ah,so transformative, we gave each other the space to be!
R~ Resurrecting the grand glow of our hopes and oh so shining individuality.
A~ As full, white clouds, we brought glimmering hope to humanity.
N~ Nights, we honored the stars and earth, with wonder and humility.
C~ Concerned were we, starting projects to end hunger, compassionately!
I~ I was more than blessed to participate in these fulfilling days of glory.
S~ Scents of fresh, amazing anitsef,another aromatic, scented story.
C~ Compassion not competitive these loving memories do be.
O~ Or it seemed like not a city at all, but anthologically, some divine country!
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6/13/2024
June 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 7-9
Key Verse – Job 7:17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO SETS HIS HEART UPON US
Praise be to God for setting His heart upon us with His:
Absolute pardon for our sins
Abundant provisions with His supply
Assured preservation midst His salvation
Affirmative promises toward our satisfaction
Assertive power for our supplications along His sustenance
Job 8:5 Praise be to the Lord for inviting us to seek Him while we:
Bow to Him with our praises, blest
Boast about His providence, always best
Bask in His perfection by His performance-brand
Bend before His presence, praying based on the Bible
Brace our backbone’s buttress upon His building-up Book
Job 9:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
withdrawing His anger against us:
Calming us from our fears
Charging our faith’s fortitude
Comforting us by His forgiveness
Compassionately calling us to face His fixing
Challenging us to find ourselves in His faithfulness. Amen!
June 1, 2024
As apes that muddled the streams rather than quenching their thirst
Pharisees went to the temple for mischief; not to pray.
Like death-stalker scorpions, in stinging, they were well-versed
In the man with a drooped hand, the predators found their prey.
Compassion, like nectar from the herb, dripped from Jesus.
He saw the withered-handed, by psychic worries, stranded
Empowered by the heavens, to reform the egregious
To him, to stretch his hand, he compassionately commanded
The hypocrites, as though the crane that found a fish, arose
They brought the Sabbath laws that stood always with them, like guards.
They shot allegations at Jesus like brutish arrows.
With a sun-lit smile, he looked at them with loving regards
Do not clog the flow of the streams of love of the divine.
Isn't abundance of love, the divinity's design?
1.) Oh! Lord how do I serve you
What must I do
Be impressive let you lead my vessel
In your will and your way
I shall be present and instilled
To go to your children
I being your hands but you'll be the glory
chorus} passing out and embracing
being led by your spirit
your vision, your will, your way-- serving others
Agape holy compassionately
In you I AM I AM YOU
2.) Father, Daddy God where you go I follow
This I must do
Lord I am your willing vessel I am
Your will and your way
I shall be present and instilled
To go to your children
I being your hands but you'll be the glory
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Your purpose is ever coming forth
Your purpose and Your will -will be
chorus} In you I Am I Am In you
In you I Am I Am In you
In you I Am I Am In you
Glorious Elohim Father
In you I Am I Am In you
Hallelujah
3/20/24
Written words & arranged music by
James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
inflamed tendon in tight confinement
compassionately curses
the teacup’s trigger burn
I often hear,
"It's tough getting old."
I never hear
"It's tougher not getting old"
because, I suppose,
those who might have spoken
from personal experience
are no longer with us.
I am becoming too familiar
with aches
pains
losses
loneliness
of ageing alone
All of which invite
my thought,
"It's tough staying old"
And happy
healthy
unconditionally prosperous
elder wise
mindful
fully engaged
compassionately warm
win/win resilient
Anticipating this sufficient day
more than anxious
about tomorrow's losses
pains
solitary encroaching disabilities,
dark nights.
That said,
staying old
feels much easier
and lighter
and brighter
and curiously mightier
than fighting
vying
trying to stay ignorant
and young.
According to the Scriptures, such unbridgeable chasm exists.
Luke 16:26 of the King James Bible declares, “And beside all this,
between us and you there is a great gulf fixed:
so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot;
neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence.”
We are compassionately warned by the Lord Jesus Christ Himself
to flee from that place of condemnation, called hell
since He, with His loving, gracious, and merciful sacrifice
already served as the bridge to close the sin-caused chasm
for mankind to reach heaven by faith in His redeeming work.
John 14:6 asserts, “Jesus saith… I am the way,
the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.”
Believing that heaven is assured midst God’s gift of eternal life
we who put our trust in the Saviour are freed from transgression’s penalty
can triumphantly share the wonders of vanquishing unbridgeable chasm.
July 11, 2023
Diagnosed with cerebral palsy blight
To progress toward retrogression strain
Our special child was spastic day and night
Struggling along restlessness’ grievous pain.
His global developmental delay
Marked by seizures that caused wearying shake
Made us constantly alert all the way
Aiding him, compassionately awake.
He is now fourteen, showing milestone leap
Driving wheelchair amidst triumphant zest
Learning much along good hygiene to keep…
His orphanage life proves miracles’ best.
God's love* surmounts disability’s need
With caring kindness, heart is surely freed.
*1 John 4:16 - And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
May 23, 2023
1st place, "Sonnet" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; Judged on 6/12/2023
Edited on June 13, 2023
Ageing retainer
losing hearing
and codependent consciousness
in this silent sacred season
snoring snowy wonder
A winterish hibernating memory,
Dreams of globally peaceful slumber
resolving GoldenRules
engaging compassionately personal
political powering plunder
and mortal offending self-righteousness
Getting mine
while I still can
Revisiting now absent win/win sensory Spring
of outdoor lusty,
wildly crusty
sacred wonder
as I snow-bound
OldMan wander
into passionately dormant wonder.
Oh moon!~
here I am again,
though I know you
not the source of light –
yet, somewhat, nearer myself
you tend to open more in the night,
shine less reluctant
when the world seems further
away
from
public
less exposing
perhaps, less severely
judging
your light compassionately
muted, for sore hearts to freely
pour-out
not feeling so harshly evaluated
every beat counted, every pulse
needing guarding
yours a seeming more sympathetic
illumination~ than that dear, declarative
inner-voice,
my echoing wisdom of glaring
remorse~ my long slate of failed dawns
immemorial –
I was about to check out a new detective drama
and paused
however briefly
when I noticed a consumer warning
"Sexual Situations"
Which I find confusing.
Everyday
as long as I continue to wake up
however partially
I am not gender impartial
I awake into my
Sexual Situation
I live in a sexual body
with a neuro-sensory communicating
communing pheromonic mind
filled with multigenerational memories
and multicultural images
Whether conscious or not,
if you can read
and understand this,
and even if you couldn't,
you too live
in a sexual situation
among a sexual species.
So, I'm wondering
when will I read a consumer warning
"No Sexual Situations"
No drama
No detective work
or play
No plot
No sensory interest
Better off
to go take a wild
wet
warm
dreamy
creamy nap
Than be the sap
who legislates
no social communication benefits
from speaking compassionately together
about our diverse sexual situations.
His winds vaporized my sins
Casting them away from me once again
I am leaving myself those my sins
placing them in the ocean turning to the mist
When they disappeared blowing soapy water bubbles rise
Children rise to the air to find them
So He separates our sins as far as the East is from the West
He is my virtue He is my test
I am blessed His wings vaporized my sins
And as I catch them off the heavenly compassionately
He ever loves me always is the wind He vaporized my sin
Castings from me them in the ocean
Where they dissipate turning to the myth
Vapors rise children ride blowing soapy water bubbles rise children
Come out from amongst them
10/2/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
We are killing at a distance now.
It is a most clean and efficient form of homicide.
The Decider decides,
not the guy in the drone control,
not the millinery brass - no,
every hand is washed,
all the way up the up-chain
and that chain leads not to any person,
for the Decider is hidden.
Death is sent with surgical precision.
Missile to target, mission after mission.
Death now resides
in a small remote computer,
that hums away happily night and day.
It never stops deciding,
controlling who lives or dies.
It has a program, one it programmed for itself.
It has an endless list, and everyone is on it.
It decides who needs death now
or later. Where to diagnostically strike,
where to smartly eliminate
without the messy, close-up hate.
The busy desk-top automata
drones on and on,
and the death-count ticks on and on.
The good and the bad are named
and only after the murder
are they blamed.
It is a pin-point killer, it is tidy
for every hand is clean,
while any hint of distant blood
is aseptically, and most compassionately
washed away
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