Hot air shimmies
down the dirt road
and asphalt sidewalk alike
Your skin is breathing
its little flame tassels
in unison
Chaos is here and there, everywhere
You are steeped in its ancient solvent
melting the rigid fabric of
long outgrown frames of mind
Offer your edge to the wild
unruly breath
to the dance of
constriction and release
Let the string of sweat beads
scatter on the floor of this friction
Flow down to the land of this skin
that knows no bounds
Holy water rising from the bone-deep well
to rinse you clean, wash you down
crack you open to surrender
dip you and your inmates
into the luminous presence
of an ordinary breakout
Hallelujah
476.
Prayer For Holiness
Oh Father God, we pray for holiness
That we lead our lives towards Godliness
Oh Lord Jesus, we ask You to make us holy
That we dedicate our every works to the Almighty
Oh Holy Spirit, we beg for a sacred life
That we deal with piousness every strife
This we implore to our Lord God. Amen.
-12/23/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems for Christian Virtues
A soul once walked in shadowed days,
lost in pride and empty ways.
No peace within, no steady light,
just wandering through the longest night.
Then came a presence, calm and kind,
that met the broken heart and mind.
No turning back, no harsh reply—
just love that saw through every lie.
Words of worth were softly spoken,
lifting what was crushed and broken.
Hope returned where none had been,
as grace began to work within.
It was Jesus Christ who stood so near,
and washed away each doubt and fear.
Value found in perfect grace,
reflected in the Savior’s face.
And now the truth can be made clear:
that worst of souls… was I right here.
I will make a sweet and blessed sweep
away from the world of wretchedness
And in the exile hopefully clothe myself with holiness
There with courage I will sustain the pain of past wrongs
And the follies of heartlessness ignorance be pardoned.
I will flee in fasting twilight into the sanctuary of art
And live in the transfixing glory of heaven’s peace apart
O Lord, mighty in power and glorious in holiness,
You are my strength and my song,
my salvation and my God.
You cast down the proud,
You lift up the humble,
Your right hand shatters the enemy,
and Your breath gathers the seas.
Who is like You, O Lord?
Fearful in praises,
wonderful in deeds,
eternal in majesty.
I exalt You, my Father’s God,
and I will sing forever of Your triumph.
Amen.
The streets are full of madmen
The bedrooms they are too
After hours of internet p..n
What do you expect? What do…
The kids carry guns
Challenge their arrogance
And they’ll kill you too
The madhouses have been emptied
No funds to house the insane
Waiting lines are crawling all over the city
Snaking in tangled descent into Hell’s reign
The cemeteries are ready to open their tombs
The dead will come to meet the mad
In a sanguine ceremony of riot and wounds
I see the coffins open
I see straight jackets flying like sails
Over dark rivers of blood
Splashing out in the tempest gales
I speak to myself “Put on the amour of God’s holiness
Stand against the schemes of Hell
Against the schemes of authority’s unwinding deceitful spell”
Shipwrecks are following from fraudulent choices
One upon another, upon another
Crashing against the rocks of eternity
Amidst the exploding noise of drunken whores' voices
All are drowning in self- made poison
Flowing for centuries from sick societal breasts
Sinking with hearts of stone into a deadly bottomlessness
Fiery amber eyes gaze out
From a face of white speckled fur
Into the icy blinding swirling snow
Of a high hidden Himalayan hamlet
To meet in mortal combat
The closed minds
of poaching Pakistani peasants
Carrying pitchforks
In a parody or normality
A battle to confirm
That not all ideas matter
That Nature’s laws triumph
That not everyone
Understands eternal complexity
Standing firm on its precipice
In a show of rare boldness
It gives a performance
Of unheard-of courage
In the face of the enemy
Spirit guardian of a higher world
It takes a stand
Against the madness that is man
"Animal revere and respect holiness; they do not teach sin."
St. Neilos the Asectic, in the Asectic Dialogues
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midnight spills like ink
across the pews~
no carols here,
only the hush of stone
holding its breath.
a single candle trembles,
casting shadows
that kneel without sound.
even the stars
have forgotten their lines.
somewhere, a child
presses a palm to the glass,
watching the cold
swallow the town whole.
this is how holiness happens:
not in triumph or light,
but in the quiet fracture
between longing
and the weight
of an unanswered prayer.
The Apostle Paul speaks here earnestly
of the importance to be cleansed
from every defilement of sin
clearing the dirt through our spiritual lens
This cleansing comes in God's power
through his divine merciful grace
praying in and through His Holy Spirit
telling of His love in constant praise
Holiness is so important to God
as scripture tells He's triple holy
proclaiming His pure godly character
to be clothed in holiness solely
Let us live in the fear of God
making us complete in Christ's name
having a right reverential fear
pointing heavenwards our constant aim
Underline with priority these words
cleanse, defilement, holiness and fear
bring them to mind regular and often
hear God's spirit in your inner ear
('let us cleanse ourselves from every defilement of body[a] and spirit, bringing holiness to completion in the fear of God.')
2 Corinthians 7: 1 (ESV)
O worship the Lord
In the beauty of holiness
So says the Bible
Again and again.
So how do we do it
In chapel or church
Majestic cathedral
Or do we just fall
On our knees to the floor
And hope God is smiling
As he looks round the door?
No, none of such methods
Display godly holiness
By that kind of beauty
God can’t be impressed.
The only way beautiful
Our worship can be
Is through Jesus our Saviour
And our living as He.
“Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.” Psalm 29:2
A little holiness is not enough.
As we are loved so we are called to love.
Jesus says, “Be perfect as Your Father up above.”
So…
A little holiness is not enough.
A little bit of grace just will not do.
The Spirit comes to fill our hearts anew.
Scripture tells us, “Hold on to all that is good and true.”
So…
A little bit of grace just will not do.
We’re called to live a life of sanctity.
Obedience to God will set us free.
Jesus tells us all, “Take up your cross and follow me.”
So…
We’re called to live a life of sanctity.
Love the Lord with all your heart and mind.
Try to leave your sinful ways behind.
Jesus says to everyone, “If you seek, you will find.”
So…
Love the Lord with all your heart and mind.
As my limbs grow feeble and now wobble,
My old wish every new year, a manna,
Easily reached by my legs that hobble.
Brought to me like in the sacks of Santa.
Though, no work deserves no pay as they say,
But my muscles are just too weak to toil,
Many more years, I wish my mind to stay.
Let not hunger turn my soul to its spoil.
So, destiny helpers from north and south,
Also, from west to east, my house they find,
So that just songs of praise will fill my mouth.
To all my weakness, let their eyes be blind.
If my needs, again you can still provide,
Then my special thanks will be to your name,
In your ways, my legs shall always abide,
Your holiness I shall ever acclaim.
God shows His holiness supreme
He sent His son to the cross
where Jesus died in our place
so lovingly He suffered loss
This was truly the highest price
indeed the only price to satisfy
God's holiness requires this
holy and righteous is His cry
No one else but only Jesus
could pay the price of our sin
making Himself the perfect sacrifice
so God would allow us to enter in
God's holiness is so infinite
and our unholiness so great
that only Jesus could bridge the gap
to deal with our sins before it's too late
Praise God for sending Jesus
who died on Calvary's cross
so we could be blameless and holy
forever to be, our sins indeed was
(Scripture References:
Romans 8: 3,4
Acts 3: 14
Hebrews 9: 26)
Neither in the cavernous cathedral
nor in the minister’s glittering vestments
But in the anguish of the widow
the outstretched hand of the beggar
The loneliness of the orphan ~ There
you will find it, if that is what you truly seek
I have sinned, friend.
But my sin is not a God
To smother my Divinity.
Innate, alive
God writhes within me,
A burning fire
A tripartite light.
How low I sank
I may not tell
But in the muddy
Fires of Hell
Is not my destination.
I drank from an evil cup
And yet
God took me to his bosom
And I Am transfigured.
Me, a Sinner.
A broken piece of pottery
That can no more
Hold water
And yet
He mendeth it
And makes it His Abode
Now what GOD
Would live in a broken teapot?
Nay, MENDED!
The God of very Gods,
The Son of Suns.
Behold He is I Am
And I Am
Is alive forevermore within me
He shall yet win his way through my Heart,
And I will be alive in HIM
Forever.
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