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The apostle Paul here speaks so bold
rejoice evermore but does He really know?
about life's struggles even for believers
for in Christ one can rejoice with heavenly glow
Prayer is indeed the Christians vital breath
exhorted by the apostle to have a prayerful attitude
that should always be crying out on high
for God answers always wise for your gratitude
A thankful heart is a blessed thing
for it's always good to give appreciation
to show how pleasing you truly feel
always bring praise especially your redemption
It's so essential to be in God's will
knowing God's providence being in action
revealing Jesus Christ as your blessed hope
this is perfect to bring about a real transaction
The transformation of your spiritual redemption
is God's will truly just for you
what better gift could you ever receive?
rejoice, pray be thankful to always do
(" Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. ")
1 Thessalonians 5: 16-18 (esv)
Looking back over all of one’s life
one was to stop and ponder so much
so many roads I could have went
but through it you see God’s tender touch
The providence of God is so vast
so many evidences of His divine mark
this fills your heart with real thankfulness
so many times could have been all dark
Count our blessings is a good thing
to remember all God has indeed done
it’s astounding to count them if you can
for they’re so many blessed am I bar none
The bad as well as the good deserve praise
for God’s to be praised forgiving everything
in it all He’s sanctifying you for good
as He knows the glory that it’ll bring
This God is a jealous and holy God
knowing what makes it His perfect will
for He takes all we are in our sins
giving us hearts to see His love overspill
( 1 Thessalonians 5:18 "In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you." )
God has revealed Himself to be
the Lord of glory, gracious and great
for He created His very heavens
where all His own will come for their date
A date chosen before eternity
when His faithful ones He will draw
the earth God has formed from not
establishing it makes one stand in awe
God's purpose for this earth He made
was not to leave it full of nothing
this is God who reigns from all eternity
for the Lord's plans always has meaning
His plans and purposes are without error
for in it's formation He left man a space
all along God's design included humanity
knew they would need a touch by grace
I am the Lord and there is no other
standing high above all His creation
sovereign in control never to fall
one day will make up His own nation
('For thus says the Lord,
who created the heavens
(he is God!),
who formed the earth and made it
(he established it;
he did not create it empty,
he formed it to be inhabited!):
“I am the Lord, and there is no other.')
Isaiah 45: 18 (ESV)
I’ve seen it, late those myriad afternoons—
A twilight blush, first waiting patiently
to welcome back your scintillating beauty,
next succumbing to your mild midnight swoons;
Your sapphire eyes then gleamed as glowing moons—
Though here facing me, near enough to see,
distantly they shone, reflecting the glee ?of more divinely animated tunes;
Yet, stretching out, I could not seem to reach
your spirit, could not stir your astral soul.
With the stars, glittering light-years away,
you were much too remote for wordly touch.
O me, what fool such a faraway goal
would chase? Was it not wiser home to stay?
Black and white motives, it was simple;
The camera rolled before words came,
an adventure played on screen;
Technicolor breathed even more energy
into that delicious cinema magic;
It was all about the best way to tell a tale.
Once upon a time Hollywood had a story to tell..
As it chased what the dollars dictated
slowly the red carpet flames faded;
It didn’t matter who was creative
no chances were going to be taken;
Art locked out of every studio door
exchanged for recycled reboots;
No risk in more of a sure thing;
Now we are left with creativity dying;
Once upon a time Hollywood had a story to tell..
Work places know to keep off of topics
that are known to impede their business;
The film industry is not exempt from this.
Create the most compelling product,
leave out their allegiances keep their art.
Bring back all the ‘Happily ever after.’
Once upon a time Hollywood had a story to tell.
For who is God, but the Lord?
the God of wonders who is glorious
He the rock of ages never fails
always striding forth so victorious
This God brought me His strength
making blameless the route of my way
pointing me in His sure direction
proving to myself this God my stay
My feet God's made like dear's feet
took me up high setting myself secure
gives training so my hands are warlike
and ready for all it takes to endure
My Lord has given me salvation's shield
with His right hand there for support
receiving the Lord's gentleness makes me great
so my steps didn't slip standing in God's court
Fighting my enemies overtaking them
turning never back till they're beat
deal with them so they'll never rise
falling down right under my feet
God equipped only with His strength
so I'll be able to defeat those that oppose
they hated God's own but they fell
under God's power came upon His foes
(For who is God, but the Lord?
And who is a rock, except our God?—
the God who equipped me with strength
and made my way blameless.
He made my feet like the feet of a deer
and set me secure on the heights.
He trains my hands for war,
so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
You have given me the shield of your salvation,
and your right hand supported me,
and your gentleness made me great.
You gave a wide place for my steps under me,
and my feet did not slip.
I pursued my enemies and overtook them,
and did not turn back till they were consumed.
I thrust them through so that they were not able to rise;
they fell under my feet.
For you equipped me with strength for the battle;
you made those who rise against me sink under me.
You made my enemies turn their backs to me,
and those who hated me I destroyed.)
Psalm 18: 31-40 (ESV)
“That which has form is not real
Only the formless is permanent
Once this is known
you will not return to illusion”
A koan, a quiz
Let us begin by saying it like it is
We bleed, we experience pain
We live through loss & gain
If a dream within a dream ad infinitum
The dream is real within the continuum
Beginning thus with a contrary view
Let us rotate polarity to live anew
Thought rested in intuitive stillness
The external replaced with Divine connectedness
As oscillations slow down
Fears & desires drown
There is felt within a definite consciousness shift
Magnetism within rising that does uplift
The essence of our being at the core
Enlivening us with ineffable bliss we never felt before
Our being-ness thus in permanence in stillness
Whereupon we recognise the eternal attribute of formlessness
The external being ephemeral
The internal being eternal
10-December-2020
There's no neutral position at all
in the spiritual battle forward and back
that's the only two positions that exist
so Peter tells us how to keep on track
If you're going forward that's good
for then you're not going back
but if you're going in reverse
you're letting yourself go off track
Peter the apostle speaks clearly
giving an exhortation to grow
in the grace and knowledge of our Lord
Jesus Christ the saviour the one we know
Being instructed in what Jesus taught
is the source to be scripturally mature
moving on praying in Jesus name
to your heavenly father for your cure
Filled with God's Holy Spirit
fellowshipping with His own ransomed crew
continually putting sin to death
showing marks of holiness and humility to name a few
This indeed is what God requires
from His blood-bought ones
for to Him, glory will they bring
showing they are real true sons
AUTHOR NOTES: 'But grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him be the glory both now and to the day of eternity. Amen.' 2 Peter 3 v. 18(ESV)
I studied him, just as he studied me
I in disgust, confusion, and he in angry fantasy
His eyes, black, and yet still blackening
He embraced me with a terrible fit in his mind
Those piercing eyes, saturated in obsession,
Moving up and down my steady body
He watched as I drew in resolved breaths
Sensing my growing antipathy
Beyond the ease in my tone
He shook with want
He shook with angst
“Your dark thoughts are not hidden in my sight
This you will know by my piercing stare
There is power in words,
Just as there is power in your glare”
“Then breathe with me,” He sung with sting,
“And free all of your wants and cares…
Be the master of your own destiny,
And with your straying light, impair
Me, just as you impair your faith,
Against all but your own breast,
Penetrate
Seize our moments with pursed desire
Dress me in your sweet sung fire
Darling dear, our message is clear
Among this fight we share
Take a sip of my saccharine whip
And consume the inviting dare
Be my temp as I lure you
Deceive me as I floor you
Damask me, shock me, piss on my pride,
I dare your soul to take these reigns and ride”
In my ears he sung,
“Let us be lost together…”
Like a roaring sea trapped in a restricted bowl
Ready to overflow the moment my lips consent
“Hellbent you are,” I sadly sung
“Hellbent, and dragging all the lonely with you,
How strange we have come to these crossroads,
To test our patience with lusts unspent
Hellbent, you are, hellbent!
And yet you would croak to crush all heaven-sent
Give me into your darkness, never see the day
Follow me into the light, and never be the same!
You are my lovely enticement, oh Devil, oh Prince,
Your claws clutch in my knowing heart,
And I thrash in diffidence
Emboldening me, your lure,
The stone in you has fled
Grow in this desire, sweet wings
Your light is yet not dead”
Holding me, I felt his darkness lathering me
My eyes, my nostrils, blurred in his scent
“Your light is yet not dead…” I whispered again
Fainting, eyes struggling to stay awake,
I clasped his shoulder and shook my head
For in his eyes he realized,
That his light was yet not dead
Spring; the ice is melting,
trickling from mountain glaciers, racing towards
the vast ocean.
The moon gleams from high above the river,
cradling the tides in its silver quiver,
watching frothing waves chase the fleeing water
like a mother watching her two playful daughters.
Swift currents skirt a field of flowers abloom,
invisible but for their blossoming perfume,
their petals white in a ghostly costume.
They feel not the icy flakes, nor the winds that keep them awake;
all that's left is the moon.
Who sees her for the first time tonight?
Who did she first see when she first shone?
Generations have flown by, each different to the last,
yet the moon appears unchanged, steadfast.
Who does she wait for?
Clouds, darkened by the skies, drift past,
their silhouettes radiating uncertainty so vast.
Whose husband sails tonight?
And where lie his beacons of love; his light?
Though they cannot see or hear each other's prayer,
they call to the moon that shines with care
on the sailors cap and bedside mirror
uniting them beneath argentine slivers.
An albatross soars across the bay,
forever casting its shadow on the rippling waves.
Last night we dreamt of thawing lands;
suddenly spring is slipping through our hands.
The river rushes, like time wasting away
as the moon slips beneath the ocean spray,
sinking our yearnings of home
that sail on its reflection
and scattering willow leaves
across the water in all directions.