Beloved
within me
beneath me
beautiful, the spirit moves
soul lovingly.
Absolutely.
I'm your bride.
Beautiful. Am I
I am to you? Odor divine,
my beloved , you are to me
heavenly , a satcher of myrrh
that lies between my breast
~
Apple of my eye,
fruitful fruit of my tree.
You belong to me
a tree of my wood.
So my beloved,
you're among the soft
Under Father's shadow,
God and you great delight.
You are fruit
so sweet to my taste
I can hardly wait,
come darling embrace
the heavenly taste heavenly a satchel of myrrh
that lie between my breath.
I cherish you , my love close to my heart
~
Cherished
internally I
exquisite soul essense
Fondly, devotedly,
I am your bride.
Beautiful. Am I
I am to you aroma, holy in kind
my beloved, you are to me
heavenly a sachet of myrrh.
That lies between my breasts
come embrace
8/7/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
The ancient oak
elegantly extends
its gnarled and weathered roots.
Seizing life from fertile soil,
its lustful thirst sated
from springs that generously flow,
devotedly, unseen.
It scatters beauty,
sweeping freely
'cross a shifting sky,
waltzing with
a wayward wind,
solidly swaying upon
seasonal whims...
I am that Oak
when I am with you,
firmly grounded,
yet swept away.
Quenched by your caress,
swayed by your strength,
I can bend with the years
that claim me.
Tears are wet to the palate
salty to the taste --
we cannot not live without
the water...nor salt --
and their expulsion associated with
many miseries, many deaths.
My focus though is on joyful tears --
laughter that pains the
ribs in a good way, after a funny story
well told -- a child overwhelmed
by a blessed gift becoming happily
emotional. We are lacrimal in a very
poignant sense~ for what reaches the
surface, through trial and error, while
intense, outwardly drippy, is substance
of a great connecting conduit. And despite
ambient fluctuations of internal springs,
over-all life is devotedly nurtured by a
Maternal Sky~ keeping dear watch,
moistening and drying according to
the ripening needs of her children.
Why do I feel the tears wet my inside lids?
It’s not the pain but then again it might be.
The tender mind’s so easily stabbed with pins.
In motion, can’t be undone by cup of tea.
Lingers at my side, devotedly. I hurt
for my shin, calf, ankle, thigh I can’t exert.
It’s psychological as well as throbbing.
It’s not anyone’s fault, I feel like sobbing.
"Love tenderly given should be devotedly accepted."
~ by poet
Love is a fragile gift to be treasured
Never should it be questioned or measured
Thank God for waking up, for opening our eyes
Another day is at hand
filled with opportunity
perhaps a wedding band
Thank God for releasing our arms from sleep
Thank God for separating the land from the water
For giving us two legs, for letting us upright walk
…not to mention creatures who think and talk
Thank God for girding us with strength
for giving us perception
in three dimensions
height, width, and length
Thank God every minute of every day
for the countless miracles He brings our way
for our elbows, shoulders, our feet down there
for our eyes, ears, nose, mouth and hair
Thank Him profusely the day before we die
Do it devotedly ~ we’ll begin to understand ‘WHY’
October 19 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Mark 13-14
Key Verse – Mark 13:5 And Jesus answering them began to say, Take heed lest any man deceive you.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR WARNING US
AGAINST DECEIVERS
Praise be to God for warning us against deceivers with their:
Dishonest words
Disgraceful ways
Disrespectful witness
Detrimental worldliness
Dysfunctional waywardness
Mark 13:32-37 Praise be to the Lord for
commanding us to be watchful while:
Waiting actively for His arrival
Working abundantly by His affirmation
Wanting His approval along His assurance
Walking against arrogant and apathetic attitude
Withdrawing from abominations through His assistance
Mark 14:6 Praise be to the Saviour for
delighting in our good work wrought on Him:
Dearly with dedication by His divine design
Diligently with determination to His direction
Dutifully with dependence on His driving defense
Devotedly with decisiveness through His distinction
Determinedly with discipline and discretion from destruction. Amen!
October 19, 2024
A cynical never asks himself,
" How a miracle can ever happen when everybody
goes on without faith through their hopeless day? "
I attest this truth with disbelief!
Faithful can pray constantly with bowed head,
hoping God listened to their plea to all spoken words;
how disappointed they are when nothing ever happens:
and amid disarray they their hope turns cold!
Nobody understand how favor is imparted fairly,
God chooses the ones deserving His endless mercy;
the angry preacher with a harsh voice condemns sinners
who don't cleanse their souls with any repenting tears!
Look for drastic signs that foretell events to come,
be ready for what can and will change Man's destiny;
God's word is unbreakable, his promise declares love:
believers are patient and profess their faith devotedly!
You holding hands with my loneliness
Your place
The thief in my bed
The beggar in my dreams
Nothing sweet will ever belong to me
I'm at odds with the life I'm permanently renting
But you
I'll let you steal my pain, paint my face with a skin numbing smile
Losing track of time
Devotedly logged in to your stratosphere
Eyes longing to close held open by the promise of this pleasure, the feeling of you running through my mind
A love so divinely pure
Our hands will only meet through the screen
The rocks were warm, hard, embers
of the summer day sun.
The air was calm, balmy, thick and syrupy.
The sea a mirror, shimmering with
gentle sky sparkles and glints.
The girl entered the scene so serenely.
She removed her hat devotedly,
to take it all in,
lithely lingering on the shore.
She became a willing partner,
a participant in the
textural contrasts
of the scene with gentle
white dress caressing
over the rocks so gently.
Her demeanor and blank face expressed
the peacefulness, tranquility and solitude
of the scene,
so welcoming
and engrossing.
my latest anti CCP turtle poem--
CCP Turtles Grassing Line
China’s virtual hotline
Report online remarks
Slander Communist Party history
Crack down “bygone nihilists”
Party’s 100th centenary July
Grass line allows society report
Netizens “twist” Party’s history
Attack governance policies
Denigrate national heroes
Deny superiority radical socialist nation
Clandestine motivations old nihilistic parodies
Malevolently garbling
Denigrating contradicting Party history
Internet operatives administering people
Devotedly report dangerous info
“Historical nothingness” public doubt distrust
Chinese Communist Party’s earlier dealings
China’s net forcefully censored
Overseas social media networks
Search engines news outlets forbidden
Penances persons conveyed
Netizens prison lawful punishments
Placement content acute
Nation’s leadership procedures antiquity
Legal amendments folks
“Slur smear invade on” memorial
China’s national heroes’ martyrs
Face three years gaol
It was my lovely mother who devotedly fathered me;
She taught me wisdom and the ability to analytically see.
Fully guided me with discipline; sprinkling lashes, when necessary;
She trained me up, “In the way that I should go” and not contrary.
I learnt life-moulding lessons daily; through which I matured;
She re-enforced what I was taught at school, because it mattered.
Daily she provided, while teaching me that it was God who provides;
I learnt that decisions have consequences; so before you decide scrutinize.
She always solicited advice and aid from other men about “guys stuff;”
Because she understood that in some areas, she didn’t know enough.
She never slowed down; gave up; nor as I see it, never once rested;
Even when her health, strength, will and faith; life’s trials sorely tested.
When all is said, written and done, my beloved mother is the one;
She bore, raised, mothered and fathered me – she’s my Wonder Woman.
End
By: Dion Penville
My friend, do you know me?
I am a Pharisee
No, not per the dictionary
Which mischaracterizes my beliefs and me
For while he keeps the tradition, it's true
A Pharisee's an ever-evolving Jew
He delves deep into the Talmud to learn the ways
to deal with the problems of the world today
Thanks to the Pharisees a Jewish-Israeli farmer
can halakhically* 'Sabbath-milk' a cow in its barn, or
devotedly observe Passover or Yom Kippur
be he in the jungle, outer space, or Kuala Lumpur
What's more, be it abortion, euthanasia or homosexuality
the Talmud treats current issues of controversiality --
A Pharisee views the times in light of the Talmud, you see
~ differentiating his faith from Hebraic-Christianity**
________________________________________________
* halakhically = in accordance with Jewish Law, in this case
the laws of the Sabbath
** Practitioners (for a few generations after Jesus Christ)
were known as Hebrew-Christians.
CHILD is the heart of human...
Listen when they speak
Treat them kindly.
Comfort them when they cry.
Teach them devotedly.
Correct them compossionately.
Love them unconditionally.
Child is the defeat of death.
A
Sunflower my soul, oh Lord,
Devotedly following
Thy
Never-setting sun of
Love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 January 2019
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