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ENLIGHTENED AND ON THE WAY
TO GOD’S LABORS OF HIS LOVE
Like the shining sun,
Enlightenment came my way:
Better is coming:-
I’m making this great day,
One to enjoy living in:-
Just around the corner,
Laughing leaves and colors
Crimson, boldest orange
Golden joys, whimsical
Songs in breathless notes
Praises from the heart…
Who hears the flow of rain
Falling against the eaves,
Delicate melody of grace
Expressing what it means…
To feel the comfort of knowing
Autumn’s still voice
Is rising on the hills, coloring
The whole world in joy
Felt by those who know Him,
The One who wrote the story
Leafy notes of praise…
Rise from the spirit who grows
Quiet and reflective,
Sensing the wonder stirred
By the wistful leaves, the mist
Beyond the streams, the ridges
Blessings in notes of hope…
Found by those who hear
His still, small voice
In the hesitant prayers
Of a hesitant owl, a deer
A bouncing squirrel, preparing
For winter’s bitter frost…
And the night remembers
What it means to breathe in
The softest wind, the praise
Sounding like moon’s light, vibrating
Pouring out faith with each note,
From the feelings brought to life
By hearts who feel Autumn inside.
ANOTHER JUNETEENTH REFLECTION: 2026
It’s Juneteenth again, and the truth is still delayed:
Only words arrived; total emancipation still awaits:-
Yet let’s celebrate! Though not for us, a 4th of July celebration,
Let’s celebrate that day of nourishing encouragement to fight onward.
In self-renewal, let us let our eyes renourish us with the words
Of the poem, “EMANCIPATION: DELAYED BUT NOT DISMAYED.”
And for additional nourishment, also review and feast on these words:
“A TRIBUTE TO OPAL LEE AND JUNETEENTH”.
These nourishing, encouraging words are as relevant today,
As they were when first fed to us, so many years ago:-
Indeed, in faith and hope, let us continue to celebrate Juneteenth,
As we journey towards the day to equally celebrate the 4th of July:-
Taking photographs of strangers at the park,
I wonder upon the foundations in which
they were built.
Did their mother sing them to sleep?
Did they not have a mother?
The most important questions
are the rhetorical things.
Did they practice piano
or attend dance recitals?
Creativity is a beautiful thing.
Were they encouraged,
or discouraged?
I think that eventually
you become what you become,
regardless of anything.
Back to my work:
Old couples hold hands.
A Black woman plays jazz.
Newlyweds skip.
Teenagers kiss.
A clumsy kid trips.
A duck quacks.
Fountains spew.
Flowers bloom.
Everyone laughs,
and God smiles.
This world is as ugly
as it is beautiful.
Today,
I am grateful
for all the pretty parts.
Did I lose?
Have I found?
Was it worth it
A myth?
Was it successful?
Do I regret though?
Did I need correction, and more?
Moved forward
Toward a destination
With appreciation.
Through the sorrows and pains
As sure as my name
If I can do it all over once again
I shall amend.
Jesus Grace kept me
I am grateful though
Jesus see's all
I give Jesus the Praise
Amazed. Jesus saves.
Fire brigade volunteers,
Aussies of the year,
Hear, hear, let's cheer!
KUUMBA: TODAY’S CREATIVE KWANZAA FOCUS
Like the sunflower,
Let us stand in bright glory:
Shining ebon beins:-
Black and beautiful
Sunflowers of liberty,
Let’s reflect bright life:-
As ebon flowers,
Let’s bloom creative petals;
Scenting our onement:-
And as trees of life,
Let’s spread creative branches,
Barked in awareness:-
A Poem of Fresh Hope
In the quiet dawn, an inspiring spark,
Awakens hearts with dazzling light.
Enthralling dreams break through the dark,
Painting horizons fresh and bright.
Sincere whispers in the morning air,
Promise kindness, gentle and true.
With every moment, hope is there—
Enthralling visions carried through.
Dazzling days that chase the night,
Fresh beginnings, honest and clear.
Inspiring souls to rise in delight,
Sincere in courage, conquering fear.
ANOTHER NAVIGATING DAY
I have no idea
When sleep came down upon me;
Just that of sunrise:-
Praise God for another day
To be in His Love’s labors:-
ON MARY’S MERRY DAY
Let’s be in love’s flow,
Mart’s birthing water’s gift:
God, in Jesus Christ:-
Let’s enjoy the merry day!
Giving and enjoying love:-
Blessed be Mary!
Merrily birthing our God’s
Divine Supreme Love:-
Let’s have a Merry Christmas:
Sharing gifted love supreme:-
Merry Christmas, Love;
Child of the Holy Spirit
Of God, and Mary:
Collectively—with Joseph—
Supreme service, clarified:-
DOING LIFE'S MATH
Negativity,
Squared by NI’s competence:
Positivity!
Fragrant branches, sharp and ever green,
Icy winds are broken by its screen.
Resolute in stillness, straight and tall,
True cones rise upright, refusing to fall.
Rooted deep where winter's vows are made,
Enduring beauty, never to be swayed.
Everlasting sentinel of the deep wood.
A PRE-CHRISTMAS AWARENESS: SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT
(A TANKA QUATTRAIN)
Christmas, remember,
It’s not about Santa Claus:
It’s about Jesus:-
It’s not about Santa’s gifts,
But the gift of God in Jesus:-
The gift of Jesus,
Is the priceless gift of love:-
And our gifts should be likewise:
Feeding the hungry is love;
Housing the homeless is love:-
Let’s Santa Claus love,
With gifts being of life’s needs;
Not merchandising:
Let’s wrap the naked with clothes,
And bow-tie their rent money:-
Indeed, this Christmas,
Let’s celebrate Christ’s Birthday
With gifts of His love:
Giving God all the glory,
Worshippers-
Trust, pray and believe,
Love receive. XXXX
(3-5-3).
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