connect
long lost friendship
looking in the wrong state
and never able to find you
misplaced
God the Father alone has the power to invert situations.
Revert conditions and overhaul circumstances in your life
God’s power can cause things to explode
God’s power can rearrange things
God’s power can flatten things
God’s power can restructure things
God’s power can lift things and produce things
God’s power can show up
God the Father can go beyond our current circumstances
Jesus, the Spoken Word can enhance your capacity
Therefore, connect your current reality with God’s present ability
Mark Frank
Connecting dots is gathering
the quiet movements of time,
moments scattered like sparks
across the map of a life.
Each dot stands alone at first,
its own small universe,
a single breath of experience
waiting to find its place.
But slowly, they drift together,
forming constellations of memory,
galaxies built from seconds,
minutes, hours, days,
weeks, months, years,
and the long stretch of decades.
Patterns emerge from the chaos,
simple lines growing into
complex shapes of who we are.
A universe takes form,
unique, unrepeatable,
drawn from every choice,
every joy, every wound.
Yet the world around us
shapes the way we connect them.
Society, environment, circumstance,
they bend the lines,
shift the angles,
challenge the pathways
between one moment and the next.
Still, we keep tracing,
dot by dot,
until the picture becomes clear:
a life made luminous
by the way we choose
to connect our stars.
Ditching high-tech toys,
I connect and commune with
Earth’s natural scenes.
In the Quiet of the Fold
I have knelt where the weary come,
and heard the hush beneath their grief.
No cry of self, no bitter lament—
Only hands reaching for a steady hand.
I have carried the small wounds of the world,
the secret sighs that tremble in the dark,
and offered nothing but presence,
and the quiet, patient light of God.
There is no room for pity here.
only love that listens,
and a heart that bends
without breaking.
O gentle Lord, let me be
a shelter for the lost,
a cup for the thirsty,
a soft voice for the forgotten.
And when the day falls silent,
I shall not measure my own burden;
I shall only know
that every step I have walked
has been beside your children.
Conjugal rights were done by 1971 ~
as reproductive rights saw the light of the sun
I am very principled person
My principles is
Where the delicious food is, I am!
Wish I could meet more friends
Not only personal
But also virtual or in social media.
Missing every memory
Itchy hand can reach to something
Can't only choose to give up.
My happiness is simple
Talk to friends and hang out
Life is connecting people.
Reflecting feelings, glowing gentle
Was their story merely accidental?
Him and her, colors of love, flowing
Feelings pouring out hope, knowing
Whatever comes, they would share
The remarkable this liaison would declare
Shall these bones
Live again
Lying upon earth
Where death takes
And gives birth
...to war
Upon this rock
I'll build my church
Where tares hurt
The wheat, growing
To finally alert
...lethargy
When the winds assail
And water floods
Look to the sky
No loving GOD
Sends the hail
...to watch....creation...die
There has to be a lie
Running a muck
Chasing the Achilles Heel
The Matter God
Warring the LOVE GOD
...for the real
CONNECTING TISSUE to soul
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-12-2024
When walking barefoot trough the grass you will feel a tantilizing tingle.
Connecting your soul to the earth is advised permitting your toes and grass to mingle.
The earth transfers energy through the body and cleanes free radical through the soul.
Enhancing your health by walking barefoot connecting to mother earth for fifteen or more minutes a day should be a daily goal.
Two beating hearts
together on top
atop of each other doesn't impart
love and yet two faces that stare
Through their eyes, they see each other's souls
Hearts beating fast allows their auras to glow
5/11/22
Written By James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
When I gaze up at the evening sky (by the way I think everybody should)
I’m often reminded of my younger days…back in my childhood.
Back when I played with my Lite Brite…for often I would sigh…when I saw the constellations I created…back when I controlled the sky.
And I wonder if ancient astrologers gazing up into the night…were as enamored with what they saw…as I was with my Lite Brite.
Back when I played connect the dots…when it wasn’t always clear…when I started to connect them…what picture would appear.
And I wonder how long it took ancient astrologers to make the correlation…to connect the dots of light across the sky and form the constellations.
I don’t think it crazy or in the least bizarre…to think there was a little bit of child in those ancient astrologers as they gazed up at the stars
Perhaps they formed their beliefs…and found answers to the question why…by playing, in their own way, with their Lite Brite in the sky.
Gazing at the constellations tonight…I’m filled with a host of childhood thoughts…which makes me want to thank those ancient astrologers…for connecting all those dots.
We stepped beyond our imagination
Dancing within the clouds
His colors shout out loud
Showing God is proud
We stood against the crowd
Time within each heart
Where our souls are never apart
Gifted and happy he sealed
Chosen we know how he feels
Never doubted Jesus is real
Shared his love through every meal
Look to the sky
You will see why
Respecting the needle that sews the thread
Brings years of joy to every head
No man may break this link
Through this riddle God said drink
Hardly in her dotage, Mary Shelley was only nineteen
when she composed the character/monster, Frankenstein.
I could connect the dots of many a tragic scene,
but we’d be here all night, I must streamline.
She eloped at seventeen with the poet P.B. Shelley,
Mary’s step sister introduced them to her lover, Lord Byron.
The two poets formed a friendship with a Dr. Polidori.
and nightly trialogues of morbid corpses began.
Listening intently, Mary absorbs what the men expound,
Lord Byron proposed that they each write a ghost story.
Mary’s contribution was to become the most renowned -
In 1818, the world first read of Frankenstein’s laboratory.
Within six years of that infamous meeting of minds
all three men had departed from this earth’s pod.
The two sisters survive as my brief telling unwinds
declaring the danger of men daring to “play God.”
August 7, 2021
Sponsor Kim Rodrigues
Contest Name Dot to Dot
a dot to dot based on age and eight years in the life of Mary Shelley
It blows my mind
To be so blind
To search and search
Yet never find
That infamous clock
That tells the time
That warns of change
Preparing minds
So they’re in the know
Not left behind
Nor shook and panicked
Left asking why
But where’s my sign
Please! Where is mine!??
I must have asked
A million times
Silence remains
And so I rhyme
I rhyme in circles
Connecting lines
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