CALMING WAVING WRINKLED THOUGHTS
In the fog of the sea of mind,
Skiffing thoughts flow to and fro
On wrinkling waves frothing
To who knows where, as they
Ripple to be or not to be, echoes
Of negativity, neutral, or whatever:-
In the mental sky’s hovering of all of this,
A flash of enlightening awareness reveals
The necessity of the need to test the rudder
Of these wandering, skiffing though, towards
The reality shores of waiting sands of positivity:-
Praise be to the Giver of divine wisdom,
In the midst of such shipwreck-like thoughts,
Where it becomes necessary to realize that
We are not only navigators of the sea of mind,
But also controllers of its mental flow skiffed
Wandering thoughts in need of divine guidance:-
As seen in nature, the flowing waters of life’s seas
Are not always waving calmness and collectiveness:-
Rather, they are sometimes watered-skinned with turmoil,
And are in need of divine climatic attention to settle down:-
Thus, whenever turbulent thoughts enter the sea of our minds,
Remember, in its nature, we must also control our mind’s climate:-
COCOONING IN AN AUDACIOUS POLITICAL
POWERING MONARCHY: 2025-2026
Circadian ticks,
Time-chart caterpillars of
Septic monarchy:
God’s butterflying wisdom
Canvassing divine guidance:-
It’s time for us to
Uproot inequality:
Sowing equity,
Let’s get to cultivating
Democracy’s divine abundance:-
Fertilization
Of renewed seeds of justice,
Must be daily done:
Ensuring germination’s
Deep-rooted, anchoring growth:-
With cocooning hope,
And metamorphosing faith,
Let us plow onward:
Butterflying equity,
And soaring democracy:-
Sown bigotry,
Must be made to rot away;
Plowed with damnation:
Extermination rendered—
Monarchical evil doomed:-
In God’s laboring,
Let us garden liberty;
Reaping fruiting peace:
Fencing true democracy
With shared equanimity:-
We sat in my Geo
With my heart a flutter
You a man, me a woman
Just like bread and butter
...red flag
We talked and talked
Confessions were made
Warnings whispered
I let them fade
...pink flag
We ate fast food
With conversation slow
Divine guidance led
Belief, I couldn't let go
...flag football
Wedding bells rang
The road invited dreams
The illusion accepted
Truth is not what it seems
...football games
Clutter accumulated
Cleaning collected
Memories made
A woman rejected
...games gutted
I left with my treasures
Children of my heart
A woman's shelter
Held our brand new start
...guts and glory
Beginnings are burdens
Endings never complete
Growth, the final proof
Fruit of labor, our receipt
...glory goes to GOD
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-03-2026
KWANZAA FOCUS FOR TODAY:
NIA
Being navigators,
Let’s continue railwaying
God’s divine wisdom:
Navigating the journey
To the Dream’s reality:-
In divine guidance,
Let’s shorten the destiny
To our long journey:
Earlier, pulling into
Our liberation’s station:-
Thus, be our purpose;
Praise God for our ancestors,
Who with less did more:
Leaving us with less to do
In gaining full liberty:-
PONDERING LABORING DAYS AHEAD
In the laboring days ahead,
Dawning with continuous trials,
And subsequent tribulations,
Let’s not be like sheep
In a slaughtering pen;
Rather, let’s be as lambs
In the garden of God:-
Armed with faith and hope,
And God’s divine guidance,
Let us, as the Psalms remind us,
Journey onwards to overcoming:
“Defending truth, humility, and justice”:-
For indeed, our God is a God of justice;
Justice indeed, being, “His royal scepter.”
Thus, as Summer is waning,
And leave falling Fall preludes
The vicious coming of Winter,
Let us realize resurrecting Spring
Will likewise return with healing grace:-
Thus, let us continue in our resurrecting
Labors of love, sowing reaping justice:-
TO BEING IN MIND-BLOWING AWARENESS
Rocking and rolling,
Aping hedges in the winds:
Blowing, yet rooted:
Though moving, there’s no progress;
Such mind-blowing awareness:-
Such mockery!
Moving, but going nowhere:
Mind and body stunned:-
In aiding progress, one must
Always seek divine guidance:-
Moving is one thing,
Progressing is another;
With a focused mind,
Seek our God’s navigation:
Progressing in assurance:-
OF US AND DISMANTLED JUSTICE
Equality smashed!
Slammed down by the new,
Unjust sledgehammering laws:
Scales of justice ripped away
And thrown in the junkyard:-
Time to reconstruct:
It’s human nature’s springtime;
Let’s rebuild justice:-
Yes, it’s reconstruction time,
Let’s get to rebuilding:-
With divine guidance,
Let us tear down injustice
With tools of repair:
True justice reconstructed;
Thus, making this country great:-
Am I walking through Ways of Providence ?
or walking just to struggle on my own !
I am confused , also amused to sense
reality ! Am I guided or lone ?
Are pre- scheduled all the happenstances !
Am I instructed by Divine Power ?
Is there a supreme strength to embower ?
Or, I surrender to circumstances !
Does Divine Guidance fabricate my fate ?
Then life will turn purposeless - meaningless.
No use of brain -mind-soul to navigate.
Just to be flooded , careful or careless.
How can you define , what is Providence ?
It's Supremacy in your soul to stay.
On Moral Values , carry Reverence.
Ways of Providence will be shown, I say.
OF DIVINE GUIDANCE AND VICTORY
Let’s be as Noah,
Arking liberation waves
To shores of justice:
Let’s be in self-forgiveness;
Divine wisdom guiding us:-
It's not a Stockholm:-
Rather, it’s America’s
Oppressor Syndrome!
Such unique shared infection:
Victims equally psychosed:-
Self-liberation,
Begins with divine wisdom;
Ask, and it’s given:
When we make human mistakes,
She will guide their corrections:-
Always be aware,
Liberation can’t be bought;
It’s fought for and won:-
Let’s get to needed fighting:
Victory awaiting us:-
G-od
L-ord
A-lmighty
D-irects
Y-our
S-uccess
©bfa061025
Monocrostic (Birthday of Gladys G. Dela Cruz)
BETTER
It's been better before
But it's even more better now
Even more so
God has wakened us,
in this present day
He has graced us in a new day
And we're in His way profitable
The seed exploration unstoppable And we are better in Him
Than we are alone real scene
Better in Him because
He's on the throne;
My God is my grace and my Savior Hallelujah
My God Our Father in Him we're better
And He never leave us alone
Heartfelt and uplifting poetic expression
Faithful and promised right direction
Evoking a sense of gratitude, hope,
and spiritual growth,
Highlighting benefits of faith and connection
With a higher power Resurrection
Gratitude and hope "It's been better before
But it's even more better now
Spiritual growth "God has wakened us,
in this present day He has graced us in a new day"
Faith and connection*: "We're better in Him
Than we are alone"
Divine guidance*: "He's on the throne
My God is my grace and my Savior"
The poem's message is inspiring and reassuring, conveying a sense of trust, faith, and devotion.
5/16/25
Be as the sun,
And doubt not the Son of God;
Your guiding compass:-
Divine guidance is your gift;
Praise God for each day’s dawning:-
After sleep, you wake,
There’s sunset and sunrise;
You’re guided between:
Always believe in yourself;
Always be in God’s guidance:-
Journey faithfully,
You are destined for success;
God is your compass:
When lost, sign in your compass
And be guided on your way:-
IN THE ONENESS OF HIS LOVE
The current
State of the nation
That has now become
The new I am,
Consist of the reborn me,
My great God,
His divine guidance,
And graceful wisdom:
All united
In that ever glorious onederful
Onement of the oneness of His love:-
NIA
A Kwanza Thought For Today)
Be the seed you are,
Sown here in the soils of hope;
Germinating hope:-
Your roots anchoring,
Be divine guidance growing;
Fruiting ripe wisdom:-
Inspiring reapers,
Guide them in the harvesting;
Saving neighbors:-
My infantile eye left me crying in my spiritual cradle.
I was a baby in desperate need of the divine hand and a nutritious ladle.
With divine guidance and nutrition, I started to grow.
My legs got stronger, and I started walking. Then I started to know.
But somewhere, somewhere during my maturation, I walked away because I thought I was grown.
I felt I could go it alone, do it all by myself, all on my own.
Soon during my sole walk, I found myself constantly tripping, slipping, and falling.
With so many bumps, cuts, scrapes, and bruises, my legs grew weary, and soon I was back to crawling.
An aimless, petulant child crying out for help,
But oh, when "Jesus Wept."
The bumps, cuts, scrapes, and bruises did not cease.
But somehow, somewhere through the pain and toil, I felt a sense of peace.
Grow me through the pain, oh Lord, mature me.
Prepare me to walk upright, strong, and free.
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