There is a grosser I often chat with, on my way from work,
a veteran with tales of the long war, and his own heroics of ferrying food to the front and
carrying the wounded on the stretcher, drenched in blood, until a nerve bomb knocked him unconscious for months.
But when the American and Israeli bombs started turning our city block into an inferno,
he rushed to a hiding but kept the store open with a sign that read, take what you like, pay later. War discount ten percent.
This is a city of courage,
a haven from fear,
a warrior city,
unreconciled to humiliation and defeat,
a sanctuary of faith,
a mosaic of independent wills to resist.
There feeling wet and gloomy
sitting on the bench feels wet
why does rain do this to us?
love to be dry, but wet is all I get
Across the road sits that bus
folks sit inside there happy and glad
they sit there dry and protected
not going my way, that makes me sad
The water glazes across the road
it can be slippery, so watch your feet
a fall now would make me worse
even more so than this wet seat
Maybe I should just walk home
an hour or so would get me there
but the prospect of an empty house
leaves me to utter a prayer
God, please look down on me
what should I do at this time?
send me someone along my way
to lift me up with a rhyme
Look back at the street light
there it shines for all to see
I had forgotten it was there
just as God provided Calvary's tree
He reminds me of His love
where His son did die for me
so one day will take me home
to abide with Him, I will see!
{This is based on a painting by Edward Hopper.)
This is such a glorious picture
full of the glowing, amazing light
it stops you in your forward track
grips you by its stunning sight
Here is Africa, so magnificent
its views just speak not in word
but full of glory so abundantly
one's heart is forever stirred
Behind the animals so splendid
the sunset shines in full glow
its light is so piercing, like a needle
holds you like forever, so very slow
The land where you stand upon
such dryness with little life
full of hope and anticipation
seeks to overcome all the strife
Let's look again at every inch
from the bottom to the top
there we have the Great Savanna
our view, we just don't want to stop
(This is based on the painting 'African Sunset over the Savanna contest' )
Here in the midst of summer
surrounded by the lakeland feels
what glory to look out upon
makes one cry out to tell
There's a stillness in the air
so silent, one can hardly hear
the sun shines through the clouds
warms the air, listen in your ear
Often you feel like wandering
taking in all that's freshly new
this is a beautiful creation, you see
divinely born, you see right on cue
This is indeed a wonder of wonders
one has to be still to take it in
on the first day, when Adam fell
what God had made is marred by sin
Pray to be taken to that original
that first moment so real in time
when all was just perfectly sublime
dream on and feel it in its prime
(Just some thoughts spending in the English Lake District a few weeks ago.)
In the midst of my loneliness
I find myself plagued by my fears
Altered to seek for love
In places where my soul be dead
In the midst of my loneliness
I am a slave to my thoughts
In a dream I am dragged
by a rope to drink from dirty water
In the midst of my loneliness
I feel the roots
Underneath my feet
Tangling me while I seek answers
I wait patiently for a light to glimmer at my corner
With glimpse of hope as tears run in my chicks
And heavy is the heart as I drown in my sorrows
When will this dawn break?
Beloved I warn you of habbits
That may seem elegant at first
That flow slowly like water to disturb
The tranquility of our life's
I also confer to you the secret of life
Concealed in the blood of the lamb
Mrs in the Midst of
Mrs in the Midst of
prefers to
run here and
there in a
violent frenzy rather than
be generous or
sleep or
speak the word
fully.
Hopes are held high
Peer pressure hangs low,
Some people can't find,
Some struggles where to go
Was it always this complicated?
Why can't we decide,
They say to be yourself,
But how can we with all the standards on the side
We are who we decide,
To decide is the decision,
But what do we do if unable to make,
When answers are led to me, something just breaks
I have it all in my head,
I have it all laid out
It's like lightning strikes me
And I'm left in doubt
Doubting what to say
Doubting what to do
These mixed feelings got me all confused,
Not knowing what to do
If I say a word or even two
Would they argue?
Or would they appreciate the truth?
Would they feel out of place?
Is it worth taking photos in this awkward photo booth?
Someone tell me what on Earth should I do?
By: Sahana & Naderia
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
JESUS CAN SEE YOU THROUGH
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
PRAYERS ABOVE
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
JESUS'S LOVE
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
MY TRUST WILL STAND
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
JESUS, I CALL
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
UPLIFTING SONGS AND PRAISES
IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL
MY HANDS ARE RAISED.
In the midst of timeless time, I stand;
But still, she does not stand,
Elegantly moving, tick tock, tick tock, all day,
The price of delay, too heavy to pay.
Millenniums tick by like ponderous dinosaurs,
Time never blinks, always ticking and tocking,
Centuries come, centuries go; no scaurs,
To tell the tale of an ancient king.
Decades tumble upon others,
Years like yesterday roll by,
Months and days tuck arms together like brothers,
Time in a rush, no time to say goodbye.
By the hours, time revs up speed,
Minutes not enough to run,
With frantic fingers, seconds arms feed,
The last of time allocated and moves on.
Why do we wait till the very last minute?
Is the world not always calling,
Yet we don't respond.
Does it take a crazy emergency,
For us then to see an immediate urgency?
Why do we wait till the very last minute...
Yes, life happens.
But, what does being ignorant do?
Yet we don't respond.
Just because sorrow isn't always
In the light of the naked eye,
the birthing pains have been
creating it's torment gradually.
Why do we wait till the last minute?
"In the midst of winter I found there was within me an invincible summer.
That makes me happy because it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me there’s something stronger something better, pushing right back." Words by: Albert Camus
in the midst of winter
a rush of wind comes my way
moving me forward
it doesn't matter
the push and pull of the world
I seek my own life
each day I cradle
the hours of my existence,
giving them my best.
have a wonderful week everyone
I will respond to any and all soon
thank you
peace and blessings
"in the midst of magic"
quietly I live to dance
moving to all musicals
for a beating heart
for a breathing soul
secretly I dance to live
such radiance beckons to open
alive and free am I
twirling up and down
twirling side to side
proudly for spirits to see
while in the midst of magic
I'm lifted beyond rainbows
high above pain
high above darkness
dreaming for music to play
SkyWatcher
12-05-23
In the midst of a storm
Life is never the norm
Blessed with mercy and grace
As you step, shorten your pace
Early one Fall morning in November
As Sadie started her day to remember
She was attacked without a warning
To her surprise, a pack of dogs came swarming
Viciously overwhelmed with her only defense
Simply taking in nature's treasures
The serene quietness of life
Her unrelenting faith was the catalyst
For her survival to see another day
God's strength is all that you need
God sent His angels to intercede
Harrowing screams brought her neighbors
Her prayers were answered
Call on your Savior
God will bless you with His favor
God will comfort and care for you
After the storm passes
Turbulence will create chaos
Confusion is self evident
Fear is only a mirage
That was transformed into anger
Sadie is in great spirits
A testament to her gratitude and attitude
Life is never the norm
In the midst of a storm
In The Midst of a Maelstrom
My emotions are consuming like wildfire.
Once elated, now, my body is burning.
My mind was once my friend,
now unspeakable thoughts torment my soul.
I rage, and I shake... trembling with fear.
Questions consume me,
focused on a particular thought,
like paralysis, I am locked.
Yet, beyond the whipping hair,
and the deafening noise,
I see a glimmering light,
in the midst of a maelstrom,
Where there is faith, there is no fear.
and the seas die back,
and sheets that I tore that became my slumbering chains,
now release me from my nightmare,
and Jesus stands there, with comforting arms,
and calls my name.
I am reminded when facing a storm,
God does not give the spirit of fear.
God gives the spirit of strength,
of sound mind,
and of love.
Surrender,
and like a hurricane, walk to the center.
There, you will find him...
His majestic peace...
authority over all things.
by, Martin Braun
Glory be to God, my savior.
August 19, 2023
Written 27 July 2023
In the Midst of the Deep Sea
Lost was I in the midst of the deep sea
On a meek and modest sailboat;
I prayed to the Lord with a sincere plea
To guide me reach the land hassles-free
On the bank of a sheltered lee,
Allowing the sailboat to float.
Lost was I in the midst of the deep sea
On a meek and modest sailboat.
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