Some stories are said
to belong to the wise
to men who have lived long
and know age inside out.
But my mother’s story
is not bound to sages
it can be told by anyone
who ever saw her light.
She lived a life
not made for applause
but etched in undying strength
written on leaves of resilience.
She fought her illness so long
that time itself grew weary
and though her body yielded
her spirit remained unbroken.
On her deathbed she prayed
her voice was as calm as a flow downhill
Even as her last breath left
she smiled like she is not bothered by death
TO BEING HERE ON THIS GLORIOUS DAY
Because you are in it,
This is a blessed day
To enjoy and be glad in:-
While some have been called in,
You have been given another day
To be an instrument of His Peace
And a daily reflector of His Love:-
Despite the painful challenges,
This day will confront you with,
Healing grace and divine wisdom
Shall guide you in conquering ways:-
Thus, in living hope and faith,
You must enjoy this day and fulfill it
With labors of love to others and self:
Living and reflecting His Enlightenment:-
Y-ou
C-an
E-xpect
L-ife
F-rom
I-mmortal
G-od
U-ntil
R-esurrection
O-f
N-ation
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Ycel Figuron)
Lovely, happy hair,
Rowed, and growing in beauty;
God’s sweet locks I bear:-
Hued as is the night,
Moonlight beauty reflecting
Ebony delight:-
Locks admired so much,
Gardened rowed short or shouldered,
Just got to be touched.
God makes no mistakes;
Creating natured beauty,
Whatever hue takes:-
Mirror check and see,
The blooming beauty of thee,
And gracefully be:-
Time has shewn his face, but free
A date the waiting soul to be.
Upon thy bed he lay barbed to the sky
She wonders if it's time to say goodbye.
His finger folds a curl on her hand
It's if as though both two should understand.
One last look his eyes bid to a view
Her loving face he'll miss by morning dew.
Sleep my love the whispering voice he hears
And finally with eyes closed, life disappears.
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2023
In the sky a sign appeared. A woman clothed with the sun.
The moon beneath her feet and on her crown twelve stars.
A woman to revere. Mother of God’s only Son.
Gentle Virgin, sweet, Intercessor of our hearts.
Queen of Heaven, Queen of Angels, Queen of all the Earth,
Who to the Lord gave glory, and to His Son gave birth,
You followed on His way even to His very death.
Pray for us this moment and at our final breath.
The Queen, as always, stands arrayed in the finest gold,
At the right hand of the King, Whose throne will last forever.
She did as He commands, His handmaid to behold.
She points to Him in everything and disobeys Him never.
The Father’s faithful daughter, the mother of the Son,
Overshadowed by the Spirit, God’s will is always done.
An example to us all of faithfulness supreme
Humbly crowned in glory as our Queen.
Preserved from original sin by grace given by God,
In preparation for what she would do.
She lived to give the Father all glory praise and laud,
And in her loving care the Christ Child lived and grew.
She maintained her faith in Him even to the cross,
Always pointing out to us the Way.
Through her joys and sorrows, her glories and her loss,
We see an example of how to live each day.
The little handmaid of the Lord, great things are done for her,
So, we lay our worries by her side.
In her intercession, our confidence is sure.
For she points us to God, she is our certain guide.
Finally, the Virgin, preserved from every sin,
When the course of her earthly life was done,
Was taken into heaven, assumed body and soul,
That she might be conformed even closer to her Son.
The risen Christ appeared to them and told them all to wait
For the promise they had heard Him speak
The coming of the Advocate, the Spirit strong and great
To strengthen them, lifting up the weak.
They waited all together just as the Lord had said,
And suddenly they heard a mighty wind.
The Spirit came like tongues of flame, resting on each head
And they knew that their mission should begin.
They went out to the people, to preach, to teach the Word.
And everyone who listened was amazed.
Though all from different places, each their language heard,
As Peter and the Twelve cried out God’s praise.
“Repent,” did Peter say, “and be baptized, everyone
In the name of Christ who forgives sins.”
Repent and then believe for He is God’s only Son.
Let all creation cry out an amen!
Come Holy Spirit! Descend upon us!
Come Holy Spirit from above!
Come Holy Spirit, the truth in which we trust!
Come fill our hearts with your love!
Taken up to heaven to sit at God’s right hand,
He sent His apostles to every man,
To teach, to preach to heal so all may understand
He died, He rose and He will come again.
He raised His hands, blessed them and rose up out of sight
Then they went forth to preach everywhere.
To tell the world about the Christ, the Way, the Truth, the Life,
That when He comes we won’t be unaware.
“Therefore,” He told them, “go. Make disciples of all men.
For every power has been given me.
In the name of the Father, Son and Spirit, baptize them.
Teach them that all might come to believe.”
He died and He arose and ascended into heaven.
But He didn’t just leave us behind,
He promised to be with us for ever and ever,
Until the end of time… Until the end of time.
The first day of the week, while it was still dark
She visited the tomb with a heavy heart.
How it did occur she just couldn’t say
But the stone was rolled away!
Alleluia! He is risen!
Alleluia! We are saved!
Alleluia! He is risen!
Alleluia! He has left the grave!
Then, John and Peter ran so that they might see.
They went to the tomb and then they believed.
Returning to the rest so that they could share
How the Lord, He was not there!
Alleluia! He is risen!
Alleluia! We are saved!
Alleluia! He is risen!
Alleluia! He has left the grave!
An angel in the tomb, to the men he said,
“Why do you seek the living among the dead?
For He is not here but He has been raised.”
The Lord’s name be praised!
Alleluia! He is risen!
Alleluia! We are saved!
Alleluia! He is risen!
Alleluia! He has left the grave!
Soul my soul in me
Black and white keys
Dominate, the Rapsody
Celestial Holy energy
I receive huggINGly
Abreast and believingly
Above all things,
Glorious harmonies, we sing
~
Ivory cares;
Level yes;
Heartbeats in chest;
Soul my soul breathe;
Rainbow colors black and white,
Embraced colors ivory black N white;
Lovers of melodies prominent
~
Lo! music love vocals of heart;
Rhapsody imparted elephants march;
She played the chords of voice;
The band levied the coarse;
Touching all the keys;
Melody
~
Black and white keys
Dominate, the Rapsody
Celestial Holy energy
I receive huggINGly
Abreast and believingly
Beautiful Aesthetics Oneness in
Matter oneness is spirit for we are
Above all things,
Glorious harmonies, we sing
Piano Keys
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So what happens when we leave our life on this earth?
We have been here so long, living happily since birth.
Is there a pathway to heaven, or a bright light that I'll see?
Will my loved ones be there, and happy to greet me?
Will I see rainbows and mountains, like everything's a dream?
Is there a beach, or a river, or could I float down a stream?
Will there be pain, while you are crossing over from life,
Or does it all go away, the pain and the strife.
I have many questions, but I have faith that it will be,
A glorious place, peaceful, and free.
Light fell upon the river
Dancing in a crystalline ballet
A sight breeze brought the trees
To a magnificent performance
Twisting and turning each leaf
I sat at the rivers edge
And plucked a wild daisy
Dreaming of the day
When love had captured my heart
And innocence was a storybook
Of all my daring ways
And yet I still hold
A heart of youthful dream
For all the joyous moments
Still linger with love today
Time chases space
space chases time
God sets the pace
we breathe in between
all things will expand
all things will contract
redwood and seed...
blossom and planets
heavenly and hellish
will eventually perch
on the head of a pin
A fool will never waif
the pungent miracle
A fool will never sift
glitter from blackness
trace future back
to its beginning
over and over again
the universe spins
like dirty laundry
in a dirty laundry mat
this is the rabbit
pulled out of the hat
Gods' comedic
speed of light tragedy.
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