Threads of Thoughts
threads of thoughts
ever trail my mind
as a companion
that never leaves me lonely
as I stroll along
the corridors of life
in the stillness of solitude
in the midst of the multitude
at the break of dawn
during sunshine of the day
in the dim shadows of twilight
and darkness of night
as a moment without thought
I cannot be myself.
threads of thoughts
ever stand by my side
as a guardian
surveying my ins and outs
all along my journey
counselling me
on the road ahead
in search of my goal in life
as without them
I would be like a ship
without a captain
that will sail in the wide sea
without knowing
at which port to land
October 20 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Mark 15-16
Key Verse – Mark 15:39 And when the centurion, which stood over against him, saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost, he said, Truly this man was the Son of God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR SHOWING US
TRULY HIS OMNIPOTENCE
Praise be to God for showing us
truly His omnipotence as our:
Proven power-Performer
Pleasant pasture-Provider
Peaceful protector-Pacifier
Prodding progress-Pursuer
Productive prosperity-Propeller
Mark 16:20 Praise be to the Lord for
His resurrection that manifests His:
Victorious greatness against death
Virtuous goodness against destruction
Valuable graciousness for our deliverance
Vibrant grandeur along His glowing dominion
Visible governance over despair and discouragement
Mark 16:20 Praise be to the Saviour for
working with us:
Counselling us with His wisdom
Confirming His Word along our walk
Counting on our commitment in His will
Charging us to watch against worldliness
Commending our worship by His worthiness. Amen!
October 20, 2024
My day life is simple:
Start with prayer at dawning
Morning tea before daybreak
Fishing amidst noonday sun
Writing poetry before sundown
Playing chess with friends in the evening
Chatting, counselling online at midnight
End with prayer of my God.
Holding firm the microscope of soul’s eye,
we looked at the cause of the pregnant pause,
that occurs just before childlike heart’s sigh,
each and every time when we break God’s laws,
counselling us till our consciousness thaws.
Within us immanent yet transcendent,
it’s that soft voice on which soul’s dependent,
steering us day and night, from wrong to right,
that we be at all times bliss resplendent,
radiating at all times, love and light.
As keep doing good to many people usually
Their lives keep changing day by day
Which is wonderful on this earth.
As keep counselling some drug addicts methodically
Their lives keep changing day by day
Which shows kindness on this earth.
As keep praying for people with problems habitually
God keeps hearing the prayers and help them day by day
Which is so good on this earth.
As a true speaker keep speaking the truths regularly
Some people can be comfortable occasionally.
Which is normal on this earth.
The value of the garden is known by its owner,
The visitors are clueless about its price tag.
Quote by poet
She was punctual to the counselling rendezvous
with her respected pastor at robert road in roseline.
she was in complicated relationship for a year.
Huh, she was protected her virginity and hope
to be consumed on honeymoon
so that her parents could be honoured.
he rendezvoused with her at his place many times
and she denied him to touch her even to enter his
bedroom as she was protected her virginity.
He was confused after failing to fulfil his intentions
and then complicated that relationship.
Her pastor supported her decision which was good
for a Godfearing woman.
She realised that he was playing with her
And decided to wait for her right man from God.
The England I knew
When I came to England in the seventies, I settled
in a dreadful town called Elsmere Port
the saving grace, it had a library and was near Chester
and Liverpool.
My education was a woeful lacking substance I took
classes in counselling, philosophy, literature and of all
thing acting, an art that always has fascinated me.
The chasm between workers and bosses was not deep
even the Tory party had a human face
Then came the catastrophe, in the form of a female
called Margarete Thatcher.
Greed is right; there is no society, and workers were
encouraged to buy their council homes and social
housing virtually stopped.
Factories closed “get on your bike” was the mantra
England stopped being a pleasant place to live.
It got worse; BREXIT came and tore Britain apart
people had been seduced to think it was patriotic
to vote for Brexit. (To take the country back)
The decline is for all to see, foodbanks and poverty
among riches, and it was with sorrow I saw the once
fine nation falls into cynicism. and the murder
of NHS, a pearl in a tattered crown
Police grabbed mahsa and forced her to sit in Police vehicle.Her brother tried to intervene but his arm was twisted behind his back.After he disentangled himself.
Morality Police told her brother that his sister would be released after one hour.
Then bother and sister were taken to the detention centre.They took mahsa in other room locked the door and gave her an injection to stop the heart.Amini's brother claims that he heard screams from inside.He was waiting outside when he was told that she went in coma.This is the same injection game which zafar supari killer plays to execute his critics in the name of Psycho Counselling.Cause Of death is chemical injection drug dose.Note.1.Drink.2.Drugs.3.Fire..GAME...
my minds constantly running from a beast with no chance of escape,
no escaping this beast, he’s already started his feast, chipping away at my resilience, slaughtering my hope, introducing me to negative ways to cope, it’s only a scratch he’ll say it’ll make all your pain go away, in some sense i guess it does, i’m just glad my body’s tough, i don’t do it because i want to die, something about it is keeping me alive, it feeds the monster without hurting my brain, so i’d do it again and again, i’d do anything to lock him out, because i’m so sick of this constant burn out, no time for you to eat, the monsters already eaten, you should know this because you’ve already been beaten, not by family or anyone else, but by your self. the monsters real he’s making me do it, oh how therapists love to consume it, i sit there crying in counselling room, telling them how my monster is building my tomb, a slight squint as the pen scratches the paper, i already know the next question is are you in danger, quick save your self before they think you’re crazy, thank you for your help i’m just being a big baby.
Seemed like a good idea.
Several free counselling sessions for unemployed.
Would be nice for someone to guide her, tell her what to do.
Friends had been. Yes, was helpful.
Only took a few minutes, to shrink her troubles, relieve her woes.
Reduce her to a voiceless child, hungry for love she’d never known.
She’d never known magic was real, words waved like magic wands.
Eyes that looked and did not turn away rushed for time
Ears that listened compassionately and stayed,
Someone who could smile as she told all her troubles to, remaining calm, centred, connected.
There for her.
Just for her…
She’d never known such compassion
She never wanted to go home.
She stayed for two years.
REVELATION
It was ages since we ‘d met. I dread her visits.
The melodrama and discord leave me unmoored.
My sister’s hugs morphed into stones, dropped one by one.
Words hitting dark water. Circles of disbelief spun around me.
Not one scintilla of truth.
I glimpsed her self-satisfied smirk.
We’d been close in our teens…
A deep breath. No , Sis, it never happened.
She tossed her curls. But I was there. I saw you. Him too.
Did counselling
and hypnosis bring her easy certitude?
No sis…
She glared. It’s true. Do you think I’m mad?
DECIMA WRAXALL
Can this be the end of man
As coronavirus spreads though out the land
Authorities please, do not hesitate
Some claim it may be to late
China is were it originates
Now it effects every race
Possibly it is to late
Like the plague or aids it can be seen
The loss of so many human beings
Effecting country by country
It could be said the coming of the modern day plague
Cancelling event that congregate man
Effectively thought to elevate the spread, if it can
Counselling mans travels throughout the world
Thought to permit the spread abroad
Far and wide causing this epidemic to subside
The way it used to be
When I came to Liverpool in the seventies
I found a country in peace with itself,
the difference in income between workers and
the bosses were not extreme.
Living in England, I found my education woefully
lacking in substance and took classes in counselling,
philosophy and literature.
Then the catastrophe came in the form of Thatcher
or as she was called “the iron lady.”
greed is right, there is no society, and workers were
encouraged to buy their council homes and social
housing virtually stopped.
Factories closed, “get on your bike” was the mantra
and Britain ceased to be a pleasant land.
It has gone worse the Brexit came about workers
tired of the wealthy’s abuse, living on wages that were
too small to feed a family and we got the shameful
food-banks which the conservative now boats about
Like it was invented by them. Yes, it was!
It is with sorrow I see how the once proud country
Has fallen down into a beggar state.
Counseling a Friend
By Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd
Charles Gerald Patrick Chard 2nd
Why do your thoughts turn to suicide?
Why is your anger and rage unrestrained?
Why do you mutter these uncontrollable outbursts?
Do you want attention from despair?
Why has life gotten you so down?
Why can you not see beyond?
Worries, sorrows and woes,
Why is your mind consumed?
By all these negative thoughts?
Are there no answers that bring happiness?
Why are you consumed by this image of death?
Can you not see the silver lining?
Through all of this despair,
Look for some happiness,
Look for some joy,
Life was not always this bad,
Look around you for others do care for you,
Don’t let negative thoughts ruin your life,
This all encompassing negativeness,
This is not who you are inside,
See yourself as better then this turmoil.
You must face all your uncertainties as all of us do,
Never let them consume you,
For there is much beauty within.
We nearly went to Venice. (You had to go to work.)
We nearly went to Paris. (You said your head was sore.)
We nearly went to Brussels. (You said your finger hurt.)
We nearly went to Venice. (You had to go to work.)
We nearly went to Chile. (You wouldn’t leave your ‘Merc’.)
We nearly went to Paris. (You said your head was sore.)
We nearly went to Venice (You had to go to work.)
We nearly went to Counselling. (I left the day before!)
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