Men with cameras
Sit and wait for the sunsets
Poets see all day
"Whose discernment is correct?!"
"They read but don't watch for Me,
So simple truth turns knotty:
Captives in a doctrinal fence,
Their interpretations lack sense,
Their expertise a mere pretense.
The truth originates with Me,
My illumination lets you see:
Your eyes see what I've planned,
Your ears obey My command,
Your mind will then understand.
My people will be purified,
My enemies will be petrified:
My plans - fully carried out,
Erudite prowess - a cop-out,
Dogma of men - a sellout.
The Scriptures are all about Me,
So seeking Me first sets you free:
The arbiter of truth is not man,
You must trust Me and My plan,
I will finish what I began.
My answer to you, 'Just watch Me!'"
Woke up yesterday morning with a dreadful thought -
fall property tax was due last November and this is
the end of January. I am a full-grown delinquent.
I am also recently widowed; my Mister always did taxes.
But God had brought it to my attention (who else,
could I hold responsible?) so I faced the music.
Went to the bank where they quickly advised
me - they don't accept early payment until April/May.
THEN at my confession, they don't take past-due taxes either.
The clerk's office downtown says the tax office has moved
to the county, only seven miles out at the new River Ridge.
BUT they've not been there and aren't really sure where.
With God as my pilot and maps on my cell phone,
I discover the yet under-developed GatewayCampus,
taking delight in God's mysteries of memory and momentum.
Keep understanding
The unlimited blessings
Of God through sharing.
At the ascension of the crystal
Stair of humanity, I embrace the totality of each step, each more carefully navigated. The creaking of uncertainty and discord from previous steps flashes before my thoughts, as each leg is lifted only to be forgotten amongst the dynamic placement of each foothold,with any of aforementioned merely a faded picture within loquacious movement, but a mirror with no reflection, for there is no looking back into conquered darkness only a transition up the staircase to a familiar void, desolate yet forthcoming At the same time. Levels become legality of stride each one freeing up, making up, reinvigorated me,keeping my mind on constant guard of the attack , for the mountain top, has a valley in which this ascension can't and won't be, nor will it incapacitate, for I will never be God willing a reprobate mind or soul, elevation has its whole. And may this staircase take me to every blessing and aspect earned and deserved, allowing personification in every word.
Lamar a. Williams Sr.
DISCERNMENT
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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Hastily stretched, crackled urgent ocean edge relents
Ashamed attempt to escape rejoins campaign of mass
Furtive dig below propels conspirator spasm, next next
Murders brash bouys, cranky spa champagne embrace
Swum undulations, bare back mermaid's dips resurface
Her furvour ploughs halobiont plenty scape, nourished
Snapped lobster lavishly celebrates bountiful turquoise
Sway gaze brazen by bobbing safe island encouraged
Crill swirl sweeps dripped lips, sun baked rock decreed
Beacon mound majesty painted daily in sea gull exhalt
Coconut snow flakes sparkle on cockle clamour bleed
Wave blown eroding scales slow exhales evaporate salt
Ripe globes ground reaped glug nectar so gluttonous
Fibres hibernate ivory rich liquors tipsy Secret Benefits
Land languish survivor devours sugar shards sumptuous
Wipes moreish mouth aft treasure trove haemorrhages
Fifth May
Finesse Saves
I
Don't quit. You will win
Alcoholics Anonymous includes God
The lesson: You have a spirit key
That can take you to victory
Never give in: be it good or dark, addiction
Jesus for me, demoted love as emotion
II
Love is action, a verb
Not Conquest, Souvenir, Trophy to brag
On Facebook, social media, & kick to the kerb
The one you took pictures with: proof
You have what it takes to make IT luv U
So emotional highs & lows are addictions
Though sometimes abuse, not a crime
But I needed Jesus to help me discern
To make good judgment, hard with loved ones
After years of trying, bible education, power
Came in drops & drips: So, beloved don't quit
The good fight: fight for what's Good. Jesus did
RUSH
AS the shallow, thoughts flowing in hallow
I sink in and drawn on the ocean
Assorted feelings in a slow, experiencing both high and low
I am my own cheerleader, lengthening my span
I accuse my own belief, for society thought me as a brief
It was just a wrong discernment, biased on illusion
I stand out and sniff, truth searching mountains to cliff
Liberty of the soul, non-silent unlike the owl
Both the ultimate truth and wisdom locked in asylum
Melody to my mind troubles on problem
Adding up, drip drop, coffees on mug and cup
Hyperactive, low mood at the same time
Questions, fragment thoughts feeling guilty on no crime.
Grave face, life’s pace, loss of trace
The dice mess, destiny place, it’s just the life’s rush race
When
You said
I love you
I could have
Pondered
To Respond
I did not
This is why
This failure
I do not
Consider you
Wrong
All the same
22 January 2022
Prejudice dark, discernment light
So let us not mix up the two
Distinguish between black and white
Whilst we let not toxic fumes spew
The jaundiced eye is judgmental
Prejudice dark, discernment light
Let then our love be radial
Yet recognising wrong from right
Never disembark from loves flight
Vibrant thus, in stillness sedate
Prejudice dark, discernment light
Wary of thoughts that agitate
Heart aglow, fused with mind mellow
Hold still attention, with clear sight
Go with the flow, yet always know
Prejudice dark, discernment light
27-June-2021
The only thing I hate more than unintelligence
Is a bold-faced liar that thinks they blend amongst friends
Using weakenesses as weapons falsely condescending contention
Crashing house of cards paper tiger denys a correction
Even knowing that they face something beyond profound
This game they play only works on what is gained and not found
So when real life hits it leaves them with a lie to undo
But I saw you even though it ceased I just can't let it be true
Nothing personal but you deny that we are both foes
In battle fought with intellect you can't deny I won't lose
And this certainty it scares you to the core you recluse
Like a coward you back out acting as if nothing ensued
But we both know your true face lacks a backbone to stand it
And that something is why I prevail locking door sealing in madness
Coping mechanism feeds demons that just hand over rope
Slithered navigating life upon fissure ridden slippery slope
Had it coming you just didn't know it came with account
Now you're seeing and believing left without not a doubt
subtitle: And YOU called ME a birdbrain?
F FALCON F
O OSPREY O
R RAVEN R
E eyrie miles away E
S shells lay in my yard S
I insightful eagle I
G GULL G
H HAWK H
T TERN T
June 8, 2021
I am back! ??A new IPad Air to get used to & so all net sites want my base ibfo which I don’t write down, Anyway, this little piece meant a lot to me
me...and had to have people pull it out from under the bed twice. Sure hope y’all don’t wish I’d left it there. I must also catch up on reDING YOUR new work.
Be ...
LIFE MARKERS——-
—To breathe is To God.
To awe is to soul.
To know is To Begin.
To Love is to Strengthen.
To pray is to Hope.
To live is to Poetry.
To play is to Release.
To compassion is to Repair.
To Act is to Courage
To Wonder is to Open.
To become is to Dream
To live in Service to Others is to Dance.
To stand in Silence is to Listen.
To Study God’s cosmos is to find Discernment.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 3/5/21
Thanks be to GodHere, I have intentionallly expanded some Nouns into verbs, as it sensibly fit to do so...*******
Granted thought instrument for discernment,
that we may never be in confusion,
recognising ego borne sentiment
versus tranquil bliss in meditation,
we yet strangely self block our elation.
Trapped in the open, we are free within.
Feel, oh hermit, throb of bliss ignition,
as love divine vivifies us fully,
as our permanent orientation,
rapturising form thus magically!
19-November-2020
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