389.
The 3 Persons of God
Yes, God is the Father
No one can equal Him above there
The Creator, the Ender, possessor of ultimate power!
Yes, God is the Son
To the Father He is one
The Savior, the Redeemer, enemy of Satan!
Yes, God is the Holy Spirit
Whom the Father & the Son meet
The Counselor, the Inspirer, source of divine heat!
-11/03/2015
(Dumarao)
*3rd Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Thanks for inspirer
Neat Rowena Velasco
Have a so nice day
Inspire me, Father, inspire me
Let me write until you chose to fire me
Encourage me, motivate me until your spirit consumes me
Fill me up, build me up until I am made entirely whole
Speak to me, elevate me to share your word
Strengthen me when I grow old and I can not remember
A few words to inspirer someone else's soul
Whisper in my ear verses and quotes
That I can share to aid others
Who is consumed by betrayal and pain,
Hurt and Regret
Strife and War,
Loneliness and Addiction
Revenge and bitterness,
Anger and Difficulties
Inspire me, Father, even then to write even more
So that I can fulfil
Your purpose and leave this earth
A great Influencer
Aime-moi maintenant pendant que
Je peux t'aimer en retour.
Aime-moi maintenant quand, à vœux
Je peux allumer et éteindre le feu.
Aime-moi maintenant pendant que, encore
Je peux facilement expirer, inspirer et respirer.
Aime-moi maintenant pendant que
Je peux mirer clairement ta beauté.
N'attends pas demain ou un autre jour,
Quand je ne peux plus voir l'arc-en-ciel transitoire,
Quand je ne peux plus marcher seul sur le trottoir,
Et quand je ne peux pas sentir la fraîcheur du matin.
N’aime-moi pas seulement le jour de la Saint-Valentin,
Mais aussi quand je m'égare par erreur comme un pantin.
Aime-moi maintenant ou jamais,
Ainsi je peux rester béni et chançard pour toujours.
Peu importe l’état de mon esprit ou de mon humour,
N'arrête pas d'être docile et mignarde
A mon âme, à mon cœur,
Et à mon corps, avant que je démarre.
Copyright © Février 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Firefly,
light its fire,
incognito
wander in peace
with its unusual brightness
While
glowing
poetry
inspires... !
Rakesh Rai is as sweet as sugar;
Whenever you are in deep anger
Go to Rakesh, Anti-hatemonger;
He never his duties did Malinger
He has been as sweet as sugar;
Soothes one down and is eager
To help whom problems appear.
I never found him an Ogre;
With him I always felt stronger
He can easily fight wildest tiger.
Problems does not persist longer
With him let it be old or younger.
With him tensions, no doubt, linger
A lot of worry and threats augur,
What use is Salad without vinegar;
Hard but useful is Rakesh like timber.
Rakesh sir is as sweet as sugar.
When life seems all backed up
with pressers all around
I slip into the bathroom
and let my trousers down
It's private and so quiet
and I like the cool white seat
with my back against the porcelain
it's quite a soothing treat
Now, once I'm all relaxed
I reach for stuff to read
And somewhere through Jan's poetry
I do my dirty deed
They say that Michelangelo saw his sculptures in a block of marble before he started carving---God only knows what Jan sees in a round porcelain bowl to inspirer her to write phoop! LOL Jan, God Bess
Causer of night-mare to leaders
Inspector of government services
Truth teller and lie hater
Inspirer of civil disobedience
Zealous for share of national cake
Eats own tail in dictatorships
Noted for selling own right for soup
Your art, my eyes fascinate over
The detail so plenty, my focus, undecided
An inspiration for it, I fail to find
An inspirer, has it become.
My first glance taken, intrigue built
Paint or pastel; bewildered I am left
Art at its finest, I concede
Your marks, deceptive of your youth.
Commend you do I, to soon for your efforts
Your work incomplete, told; unnoticed
My eyes revert to its previous indulgence
Beauty defined, seen; an artists' mind exceeding the viewers.
Repetition a joy, not a task
An admirer I have become, awaiting the last stroke.
Blinded by Love
Purity can not conceive of the Depth of Darkness
Hopefulness believes the lost will fine their way back
Genuineness yearns for the greater good
Integrity commands high ideals
Forthright will inspirer those with a open heart
How many times will it take....
For a Pure Heart to see.....
The Gift of Truth.....
Isn't always what it appears to be.....
I am crying yes crying
why I hear you asking
It is because I am moved
by a poem on here
So sadden by her words
how could it come to this?
a guiding light, a friend
an inspirer of fine words
Linda you were first to greet me
it was you who smoothed my way
gave me help and advice unselfishly
introduced me to contests and more
Poets should not fight like this
WHO THE HELL GAINS?
In The End NONE!! All LOSE
no sparkle left just matt dim and dull
Linda your words touch my soul
more far more they inspire
Never hang up your pen
Return soon we need your love and input
Always your friend and fan Shadow
written in 2013
My sense of humors mannered an approach,
That anyone that so likes can call a friend.
It isn’t a dream killer or a snatcher but helps push.
It isn’t a dream stealer or a watcher but makes meaning friends.
It’s a dream maker and not a breaker.
It’s an inspirer and not a bore.
It’s a pixel that encompasses and projects.
It nurtures dreamers, pets and makes them erect.
Look through the mirror, you look, it’s it you’ll see.
It’s your spare, yes, that which you just saw.
It’s a soul that stays with you every now and then.
Wherever you go, whatever you do, whenever you like,
Whatever you like or dislike, whatever you eat and drink,
No wheres, it’s yet your wears for every night and day.
Bete noire, 'tis not.
23/1/2014.
Oh ghost, become one with your spirit,
For the spirit is part of its soul,
And the soul is that of its spirit;
Simplicity is held to the meaning of our confession
When mysterious a light so still
Shone ore this ghostly dawn
The rhythm of moral simplicity
Did inspirer the worth of ones life,
From the breadth of the meaning of that spirit
To the structure of the intent of its worth;
For a heart remains elusive as it beats
While unknown is the spirit of its being
Give us a framework to the course of our lives
And what lay’s in the breadth of that spirit;
Forsake the wisdom of the passage of time
For time is the spirit of the soul;
Till a ghost in the quiet of its solitude
Gave direction to the path of its spirit
By m. norton
Eternal Father God of light, and Creator of all
Vindicate us sinners before your throne of grace
Apostles of your word, and ransomed of the Fall
Nurtured by your word we go unto every place
Gospel toters of your truth, lovers of repentance
Evangelizing by the power of the love you gave
Looking to in hope that you will us faith that saves
Inspirer and Answerer of prayer, the evidence
Seen in the saving of the Saviour's cross we tell
Martyrs and saints we stand against the call of hell
Master, how can we as sinners be saving others
Except for your vicarious power to usn given
Angels are amazed sinners enmity in sin falters
Nature groaning gasp to see the pilgrims of heaven
Separated from the world, in new birth rejoicing
Lord of our life, teach more your truth to share
Open doors for us, your harvest to gather there
Vessels of your grace we depend on you for all things
Emmanuel dwell us by your spirit until we see you King of kings.
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