Where should I go
When my heart is tired
But in your arms full of warmth
And comforting soul that giving revival.
Should I go or not
To destiny where it leads me
Or should I stay and cry in silence
Where sorrow hide and stagnation stay.
Tell me whom should I see
A lover whose heart is for me
Or the woman whom I dearly be
Of not seeing her my heart is aching.
Slow down now dear, in life’s last lap
The times’ now to reclaim soul’s light
Aglow in heart by day and night
Let’s dwell in the pause, in the gap
Sans thought our ego disappears
‘Tis then presence of God appears
Between two thought forms, take a nap
Whence no longer by mind decoyed
We behold our Self, unalloyed
Know ego cravings are a trap
Seek that that does not come and go
That truth of our true Self we know
God’s bliss on tap, eagerly lap
Plunge fearlessly into embrace
Look into His eyes, face to face
Slow down now dear, in life’s last lap
Let’s dwell in the pause, in the gap
Between two thought forms, take a nap
Know ego cravings are a trap
God’s bliss on tap, eagerly lap
Have you met my friend, Earnest? He doesn't come around, Often, except occasionally. But when he does show up, he usually brings his friend, Repent.
Earnest is a good friend. In times of trouble, that's when you will see him most, Often. Repent is always serious... but his company is good for the soul. These are good friends, you should get to know.
by Martin Braun
2.25.24
P.S. Read this to a friend, and ask: "can you name the three friends"? They will likely say, "Earnest, Repent", and then say: "who is the third." To which you will respond, "Often." Watch their reaction.
He died one year ago today and was laid to rest.
He was a good friend and his name was Earnest.
Earnest was one of three men that I knew who died last year.
He repaired and sold computers but cancer ended his career.
He would still be fixing and selling computers if he was alive.
Earnest tried to beat cancer but sadly, he could not survive.
His friends and family are sad because he no longer exists.
He was a great man and a friend who has been missed.
Everybody who knew him was truly blessed.
He was my friend and his name was Earnest.
[Dedicated to Earnest Martin Owens (1960-2021) who died one year ago today on July 29, 2021]
Earnest Ernie Van Stickle,
Sat on a mushy pub pickle.
Yeah, Ernie was hot,
He fumed as he bristled.
Now he had a wet spot.
with a big sticky tickler.
He said OH, why not,
and ordered a triple.
Then, even Earnie smiled,
when the bar keep opined,
Van, better wet, than a Thistle.
Lord, help me be who you made me to be,
To be true to myself as well as to others
Help me see the value of every individual,
To live peaceably with sisters and brothers.
Lord, may I be a light to those in darkness
Shining out, a witness to your love and grace,
Not afraid to share the victories of my life
Knowing you entrusted me with this space.
Lord, help me make a difference where I am,
For I long to make your world a better place
Yet I know my influence is most felt at home
Where I learned the moral truths to embrace.
Lord, when I have accomplished all I can do
Please take me home to be forever with you.
Written May 19, 2022
Failure can result from the best of trying
But without it no one would ever succeed --
With this in mind there can be no denying
Success is never fully guaranteed.
Fear of failure is never an excuse to give up
Or cause one to prematurely concede,
Consider that a glitch may be only a hiccup
Success is never fully guaranteed.
Almost everyone has the desire to achieve
To reach a goal, or, to fulfill a need –
Seeing to fruition what the mind will conceive
Success is never fully guaranteed.
Great reward comes from earnest effort
Even if it is only the planting of a seed,
It brings to the sower a world of comfort
Success is never fully guaranteed.
written May 7, 2022
Hey World!
we all have moments when we need the help of someone else,
elsewhere we're just out there,
suffering in the silent struggles of self.
it's not selfish to be self reliant unless it makes you self centered.
At the center of one man's island near the gates where the lonely entered.
The entrance where the hindrance of arrogance commence to make sense of our bull.
So, who owns the bull that took a on my lawn? My lawn was fertilized till they burglarized the rise of my dawn.
By the dawns early light,
I was tired from the fight,
between the need of a good sleep,
and a restless cold night.
Something from nothing
Hey, world! Can I ask you a quick question?
Are we expected to just fantasize until reality ties those self-induced lies to the truth?
Believe that nothing will produce something when nothing is something of a noose!
Isn't it something or maybe it's nothing and I'm just making a little too much of it?
Like if all you ever ate was the very things you hate, at some point over time, wouldn't you find that you're beginning to love it?
To get used to the smell; to crave the taste, to feel it is somewhat of a necessity.
A comforting food, a calming mood, when the ways of the rude are getting next to me.
So maybe it's nothing that I made into something, now my nothing is something valuable!
Will it grow like an addiction, bring science into my fiction, until my nothing is the only something I know.
So if you're asking about something; I might just tell you... I know nothing.
I became a customer when I went to a computer store that's called "Mouse's Pad".
When I learned that the man in charge died of cancer, it was very sad.
He repaired and sold computers and Earnest Owens was his name.
He left this world on July the 29th of 2021 and it's a damn shame.
Earnest was intelligent and smart and he was also nice.
When he fixed or sold a computer, he charged a fair price.
I felt bad when I learned that Earnest died.
He couldn't beat cancer even though he tried.
Now he's in a much better place and I'm very sorry to lose my friend.
It's sad to know that when I go to his shop, I will never see him again.
[Dedicated to Earnest Martin Owens (1960-2021) who died on July 29, 2021]
I do not know
If what I write
Is good poetry.
I write as I feel.
Words give me a freedom
I have not known in life.
I feel I have a purpose:
Art has no meaning to me
If it cannot be employed
To uplift and enlighten
And inspire all humans
To stand in awe and behold
The dynamic, enduring glory
Of God’s Hand in everything.
Earnest labour of love for reaching-out pursuits
constrained* by Christ with His grace, keeps bearing fruits…
…unmasking shallow commitment.
Sincere care midst blissful selfishness toward relief-giving
exposes hypocrisy lurking in devotion’s disguise…
…abasing flippant, skin-deep service.
Dedicated ministerial life-building endeavours
stay triumphant midst rigors so challenging…
…propelling the faithful with peace.
Joyous worship along praise-anchored gratitude
blesses heart for blissful faith performance…
…melting pride’s seething intensity.
Serene fulfillment of granted life eternal pleases the Lord
Who deserves the best that can never be faked…
…defying deceitfulness' utmost.
*2Corinthians 5:14 For the love of Christ constraineth us…
July 7, 2020
If I pray for you today;
Will you pray for me and say;
Lord I am willing and forgiving,
In willing and forgiving you I say;
Help us all knee bending;
Eyes closed, silently or spoken loud;
Earnest prayers upto the skies;
I forgive my fellow man;
I forgive ALL whom transgress;
So that in my soul God will forgive me and I'll be blessed;
5/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
M-y
E-arnest
R-egards
L-et
Y-ou
P-ractically
A-ccept
N-ote
U-sing
G-leeful
A-ppreciation
Topic: Birthday of Merly M. Panuga (March 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
W-oman
I-mmediately
F-ollows
E-ach
O-rder
F-rom
M-aker
I-n
N-icely
I-mplementing
S-tatutes
T-hrough
E-arnest
R-eligiosity
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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