Do you feel it in your spirit?
Whether it’s a gift
an answer to a prayer
or something that only you would know
and God
He is the creator and the fulfiller
All in one
Whatever you need
He is right there
Make a request
Do supplication
Make your wishes known to God
Do you think He already knows it?
Why do You think He wants you to bring it to Him?
To test that you really want it
And it is not something that you just think it
Make your supplications known to Him
Okay?
Did the Bible say that?
Philippians 4:6 (KJV)
“… in everything by prayer and supplication
with thanksgiving
let your requests be made known unto God”
So you see it’s not only me who said that
But God too
thousand years ago
Has it been that long?
Seems like yesterday
Yeah you just read it
Anyhow
Do you believe God answers prayers?
That is for me to know
And for you to find out hehe
Or did you know already?
Written: September 14, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
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Salt stings your tears, each glistening bead of sadness.
Your breathing finds its natural rhythm, as if found
beneath the grief, a pulse untouched by innocence.
I mistook your quiet for apathy, yet innocence
remained—a fragile flame beneath the weight of sadness,
a sporadic, sparkling smile of something you had found.
Lost friends, lost years, yet somehow you found
a grace that gathered up your scattered innocence,
and gently lifted you beyond your darker sadness.
Perhaps God found innocence within your sadness.
It is not where you have been,
or the color of your skin,
that determines your real worth.
God loved you before your birth!
So…be still, listen and know:
what life will to you, now show,
and wherever hence will trod,
He is with you…Go with God.
- by Darrell Simmerman © 2025
The winds blow bleak and torrential against my face.
I’m told it’s much to bear and my ship will be wrecked.
But, I see the wind and so strengthen my mainbrace
For me the wind has an unexpected effect.
I set my back strong to the wind and filled my sails.
Let it blow how it might, it will take me onward.
Before the brightness of the sun ev’rything pales.
In that valiant hope I set my true course dawnward.
She sees in bearded baba
a radiating white light
follows him with trust and peace
alone in the bed meets him
for mantra in the ear
only to discover
a rapist narcissist
reciting his ode to sex
in three-word phrases
Nature
wills it so
that life
must always
adapt.
And evolve
when small
mutations
spark change.
Sentient
beings
seek out God,
for life
claims a soul;
to ascend.
A wave of sorrow
like yesterdays, tomorrows
is the ticking of the heart
it's the tick tock body, of the clock
So, a day is born
knowing, the night is torn
as the impossible light
keeps, trying to fight
the Seas, engulfing steps
climbing backwards, as it wept
for it's knowledge, you thought had lied
because the waves tried to crush it all
before it reached the shores
so it takes retreat
and takes their pain
down to the deep
there, stays anchored
to Seabed floor
because, freedoms light
felt, through storms of night
was seen, though not believed
and through the cutting shards, you glimpsed
a hand, descends
amongst that Sea Glass, and it bleeds
saying, 'now believe
l was always here,
l was always near
and do not fear
l conquered death'
Rising, with the mist
Sunrise, how I’ve missed
Brilliant light, so alive
Morning song will survive
Birds fly across the skies
Muffled, breathless sighs
Reasons for warmth of dawn
Erasing shadows from the lawn
Oh, laughing sun, rising bright
Rescuing hearts from the night
It’s Sunday morning, this day
Will surely offer a chance to pray
For the joy, peace and love
That comes to us from God above
Always faithful, like the sun
Showing us that we’ve just begun
To see the wonders of our life
And feel the love healing strife
We’re surely given each new day
To lift our hands, praise and say
God is blessing our souls with grace
No matter how powerful the dark we face
Always, morning comes to reveal
God’s new hope our hearts can’t conceal
He is the Master who created all
Thanks to His gift, His gentle call
We know, this Sunday, as we pray
We’re full of thanks every Lord’s Day!
Line of inquiry:
“Neither desire nor aversion
Meditation our immersion
Conditioned beliefs discarded
Hymns we hum are our own version”
A child I was, when Nuns taught me in school;
so God was with me from an early age.
The catechism shaped for me each rule-
my soul's foundation at this tender stage,
to help unlock a door I would engage.
My reading about God was not the key-
but seeing what He is- enlightened me.
That feeling that He's near in all I do,
the balances of nature, my guarantee-
internal hymns of love, faith, hope, accrue.
I sing the hymn of Love through family,
and feel God's care is echoed from each heart.
I sing the Hymn of Faith, a tapestry
of sunset glow that leads to a fresh start,
and sing my Hymn of Hope on new day's chart.
Love, Faith, and Hope are His Amazing Grace-
my heart and soul, with God there, interface.
a fragile thread gleams
connecting heart to unseen~
faith's soft shining dreams
the vast dark ocean
faith's small lamp guides through the storm~
rays of emotions
inner chilling doubts
faith's steady warmth dispels fears~
soft sunshine sprouts out
when words cannot reach
faith builds a bridge to the soul~
failures, lessons teach
the mountains stand tall
faith whispers, "You can ascend"~
step by step man crawls
a tapestry rolls
each color, each thread, a faith~
a beautiful whole
a quiet morning
faith awakens in the soul~
heaven up high sings
gentle sunrise bright
washes the world, faith returns~
a heavenly light,
When my eyes gaze on that cross
Oh what love i see
For their God,s son gave his life
A sacrifice for me.
The pain he suffered on that cross
All this for me he took
I'm reminded of the price it cost
When to that cross i look.
God,s love it is not hidden
It's there for all to see
For on that cross long ago
Christ died for you and me.
I awake and here I am,
naught but a mere mortal man.
Why came I this weak way,
restrained in fragile skin,
little but stiffened clay,
imprisoned as are all men?
Flesh will away, that soon day,
to the dust where it had been.
Then I will really be Me,
with mind and soul soaring free.
- Darrell Simmerman copyright 2024
LET BELIEVE
Walk with faith,
believing in yourself each day,
Trust the above; let doubt drift away.
What is meant for you will come
without struggle in its time,
Just like a river
that flows in rhythm and rhyme.
Rosey RMV 12 September 2026
To show His love,
Our God did send,
His one and only Son,
To save from sin,
We mortals hear, that,
"This is not the end."
Yes, We offend,
Our God above,
Yes, we were born in sin.
Please, God forgive,
We’ll make amends, since,
"This is not the end."
We travel through,
This life we wend,
With Son of Man as Friend.
We have no fear,
Since He is near, knowing,
“This is not the end.”
And we have learned,
Faith, Hope and Love,
Of all our fellow men,
Must be secured,
On these Life depends, for,
“This is not the end.”
This life on earth,
With such few years,
Know death it will attend.
Yet we have Faith,
And Hope is dear, that,
"This is not the end."
And when the veil,
On life descends,
And closes out our case,
We'll know for sure,
That Truth endured, and,
"It was not the end."
* * *
Darrell Simmerman © 2025
Lord, send some love and send some light
Take my burden away tonight
I come to Thee, a broken sight
Fill my heart with hope, make it bright
In Thee I trust, in Thee delight
This time around make all things right
I surrender all, it's Thy fight
11.09.2026
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