The nourishment we get from food
can do our body worlds of good
Eat right by day, don’t eat at night
Life gleams and sparkles like starlight
Yet what about man’s eternal soul
Nourishment, too, is its goal
For without it, humankind
develops the body ~ shrinks the mind
Thru Prayer I've come looking Father, just wanted to talk.
I would love to join You, in my heart for a spiritual walk.
I’ll stop and sit real still until I know you are here.
My soul finds such peace every time you come near.
The birds sing and fly happily because they always know.
That you will provide for them wherever the go.
As they glide without effort on a pillow of air.
They appear to be at peace, without any cares.
I know you exist and believe your word is true.
Yet sometimes I struggle to have faith in you.
I’ve seen you do wonders when I’ve suffered lack.
Yet the very next problem, my doubt can come back.
Help me to remember you're renewing my mind.
It won’t happen overnight, this process takes time.
I’ll keep on believing, choosing to trust what you say.
My faith gets a little stronger as I trust you each day.
My parents and teachers did the best they could do.
Hold my hand please and help me walk with you.
Father, you made me a dad, 5 children walk behind.
May I request Salvation for each, & a renewed mind?
Would You also place Angels around my Grands everyday?
Give them each hearts to love others the way that You say!
she wished to know
so taking her permission
I peeped deep into her womb
to have a conversation
with a foetus therein
what I saw
with my soul’s eye
was God’s spark as light
in the innermost cave
glowing as all heart
we spoke for a while
in as our souls entwined
mirroring the one light of God in all
sheathed in the foetus’s heart
as source of life itself
Self dwells in singularity
loosely portrayed as heaven
it chooses to experience duality
so takes birth as organic form
to learn to love by touch
with God as the core
the only true substance
by His will new life develops
to fulfil His will on earth
as it is in heaven
The outside is where I belong
The inside so filmiar
A constant stride to belong
To fit the mold of what a man should be
Weak I am cancered by self denial
When will it end for me
Alone I be
What a disappointment
A shaded comparison of where I started
I seek something
But back away
When it gets hard I blame all but me
I am the cause of no resolution in my dimise
It's hard to see past all the flaws when they seem to out weigh the successes
Torn apart from it all
Just dwell in the peices of insecurities
What have I become
Lost in the shallow of a hollow man
In a world built in expectations I fall flat everytime
What is the reason for this prison
It's all in the past part of my present
When will this future become bright
When all around this body is a dark mass
Haunted visions ghosts of remembrance
This is how my life develops
Within the carnage of love and hate I collide
Still beaten and battered but whos throwing the punches
Me a lesser verison of myself
Where do I go
Where do a belong
In the wasteland of failure for all to flourish except me.
Admirably blessing, caring devotion,
Beautiful curator develops evangelism,
Creating dedicated, evolving faithful,
Divine epistles, faith growing.
(Acrostic in alphabet sequence, ABCD).
(2D Acrostic).
Admirably blessing, caring devotion,
Beautiful curator, develops evangelism,
Creating dedicated, evolving faithful,
Divine epistles, faith growing.
Changing time develops changes in perception.
The flaw of once may today get an exception.
Manipulation takes away morals off-site.
But ethics keep us humans and hold us upright.
Place : 3rd
Love is born in our hearts
Our hearts make it grow
It matures within us unconditionally
Unconditionally, it grows among people
People from here and there
There is no limit for true love
True love has no explanation
Explanation makes it grow in us
Develops for someone on a foreign land
Love remains the core of our existence
Existence God put in humans
Humans across the borders
Borders separating people
People break barriers due to love
Love is boundaryless, colorless and ageless
And ageless develops another love in older humans
Humans of wisdom and natural affection
Poem by N. Mugisho
Life is unique and different
As no fingerprint is the same
As no flower is same in design
They may have the same color
But varies in form and style.
Beauty is unique and different
Different race, different grace
Seasons affect its appearance
Fashion is beautiful in each culture taste
People's nice determine countenance.
Love is a unifying force on earth
It makes the people live in harmony
If there's love, there's God
It makes two steps synchronized
It connects two opposing poles steadily.
Career is the best source of economy
It boost country's internal copper
It develop ones skills and talents
It develops ones personality
It makes a country becomes rich.
In the darkroom of my mind, your photo still develops
A snapshot of you sears my brain
Fighting so hard to let it go
The artist within me cannot fathom
the idea of letting go of a muse so beautiful
I found beauty in a place where it's least seen
I saw it in you, in golden moments unseen
I still seek it in you, though it's hard to find
Replaying memories where your eyes shine warm and kind
But your icy blue eyes freeze me out
For you, I become colder and colder
Through this, I still always pick up the paintbrush
And paint your eyes looking back at me warmly
She knows her own heart, wears it well, shows it off.
People want to be with her, she has groupies.
They cannot wait to see her, every year, at the festival.
She is the pretty one with a flowered headband.
She creates while others merely chat.
Her tools are busy, as she develops new products.
A Gemini, she is always busy, never still.
Her smile is a delight, her laugh infectious as the sun.
We do not know her name, it is not important.
She is fun to watch, many come to do just that.
She makes the festival seem worthwhile.
Many buy one item from her each year.
She is always delighted when people buy her things.
Pieces of her soul she has put together in wreaths,
Dream catchers, vases, wind chimes and such
She is a beautiful, modern, lovely, kind hippie
I have always envisioned hope as feathers,
thanks to a favorite poet, but as time goes on
and life flies by
I realize that for me, hope has tendrils
As layers of life accumulate,
tendrils of hope climb and grow
when a layer of pain develops
a tendril will sprout
When a loved one spirals and
scars accumulate,
a tendril appears and will
reach for the sky
When a loved one dies
and leaves you to sort
through the ashes of life,
a tendril will shoot forth
When a heart cries out
to the one who created it,
a tendril will reach all the way
to the heart
I kept the inner workings,
kept the plastic furniture
while it cracked
into multidimensional bones.
I kept (in part),
the whir of its mirroring mind.
Of course, the viewer has dimmed out
nothing in the camera fully develops,
yet images emerge.
I can catch the blurry taillights of stars,
find my way through a long-burnt corn field,
photograph photographs
yet to be imaged.
December 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Peter 1-3
Key Verse – 2Peter 1:2 Grace and peace be multiplied unto you through the knowledge of God, and of Jesus our Lord.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR MULTIPLYING
HIS GRACE AND PEACE UNTO US
Praise be to God for multiplying His grace and
peace unto us as He:
Develops our character
Deepens our commitment
Disciplines our courageous cause
Drives us by His calling for consecration
Directs our Christlikeness’ compassion-care
2Peter 2:9 Praise be to the Lord for
delivering us out of:
Trials through His truth
Testing by His teachings
Turmoil along His training
Terror for our thanksgiving
Tricks upon His trustworthiness
Temptations toward His triumph
Tribulations for testimony’s tenacity
2Peter 3:18 Praise be to the Saviour for allowing us
to grow in His grace as we:
Abide in His assurance
Adore Him by His approval
Attend to His authentic affirming
Abound in His assertions’ affluence
Awake to His assistance along our accountability. Amen!
December 22, 2024
The world is dying, yet the quietness develops,
As shadows shroud the cries underneath the stone.
Where when we discussed harmony, presently nobody knows,
The reverberations suffocated by voices, lost and solitary.
Underneath the heaviness of despots' iron hands,
The earth is bound in chains of delicate falsehoods.
We long for broken skies and brilliant sands,
However all we find are debris and empty cries.
The ink that once brought light presently stains the page,
No section can lift the distress from the spirit.
For words are just residue in this dim age,
A short lived flash, consumed by unending cost.
What's more, however we shout, the world remaining parts unhearing —
A story of truth, perpetually vanishing.
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