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Facing my new reality can be overwhelming
I am blessed to be the mother of two sons
one of which is accomplishing great things
here on earth and the other is in heaven
I have always been proud of both of my sons,
and of course, I love them both no matter what,
but it is difficult knowing that my youngest chose
heaven instead of earth
Why is that? He was plagued by mental illness
on earth and now he is whole and at peace,
what mother wouldn't want that for their child?
Why is it causing such grief for all of us?
Because we are human, and God's ways are
sometimes hard to understand, but I am hearing him
as he tells me to "rest in me"
So, I will rest and trust and hope to eventually find peace
Sometimes we don’t understand what God is doing
Why He is putting us through tests?
But He is accomplishing some things in doing that
Whether helping us get through our barriers, weaknesses
Or helping us get to the next level
He has reasons for taking us there
After we get through then we may see
How He led us through
And what was accomplished
If only we know and realize that God is working on us
Then we may be more obliged
Willing
We may be too caught up in our pain
That we do not see
Nor appreciate what is leveled at us
But God is saying
I am leading You
Through trials
Through tests
Through travails
What you want is what you will get
But I am getting you equipped
For what you will be facing
As I know ahead and make plans
God what don’t you see?
What won’t you do?
What won’t you will?
So be it
God Yours
May 1 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 5
Key Verse – 1Chronicles 5:20 And they were helped against them, and the Hagarites were delivered into their hand, and all that were with them: for they cried to God in the battle, and he was intreated of them; because they put their trust in him.
HEART THAT CRIES TO GOD WITH TRUST
Our heart cries to God with trust in our anxiety-sigh
Especially when we are distressed because of being spiritually dry
And struggling while frustration-losses pry…
We beg that He helps us midst hardships as to Him we draw nigh.
Our heart cries to God with trust in our self-pity
Especially when we are earnest to cling to His loving security
And submitting ourselves to His truth’s authority…
We ask that He encloses us within His fellowship’s certainty.
Our heart cries to God with trust in our spiritual desire
Especially when we are longing that in His care we retire
And seeking for His revival fire…
We beseech that He pulls us from worldliness’ mire with grace He does require.
Our heart cries to God with trust in our supplication against guilt-oppression
Especially when we are needy for His pardon and comfort’s provision
And staying in His will’s instruction along His compassion…
We entreat that He guards us in every decision by His counselling session.
Our heart cries to God with trust in our difficulties
Especially when we are weary due to challenging calamities
And searching for answers midst falsities…
We pray that He assures us His victory according to His Word’s verities.
Our heart cries to God with trust in our commitment
Especially when we are determined to increase our heavenly investment
And stretching our faith in ministry involvement…
We believe that He strengthens us along His empowerment.
Our heart cries to God with trust in our sincere worship
Especially when we are dedicated in our faithful stewardship
And doing our best toward accomplishing triumphant discipleship…
We know that He upholds us by His leadership around His partnership.
May 1, 2026
The steep hill of ambition, is paved with those failed tasks
The intention, and the hope, and all the other asks
The things that we were wont to do, but never did get done
Just because without belief, our success rate would be none
That is where the sadness is, the why I did not do
To be honest I don't know, I don't really have a clue
I have tried the lets be diligent, would we then succeed
But was I really serious, did I actually believe
Believing is the motive, the impetus and fuel
If you don't agree with that, you are nothing but a fool
Believing in a project, is half the task complete
The other half the easy part, accomplishing the feat
So when someone tells you, of the failures that they've had
How things looked so very good, and then they turned to bad
Tell them to be positive, but still take a lot of care
Assure them that if they believe, then they are halfway there
IT'S ABOUT TIME What are you waiting for?
Take up your dream and start the journey like an eagle,
Soar to every nook and cranny until you reach the pinnacle,
Don't forget to wear your confidence as a missile,
Because fear will definitely be an obstacle.
You have sat for long.
Stand up and start the race,
Don't think about others' lanes, focus on your provided space,
When you are reaching gradually, don't let pride take humility's place,
But remember it's just by grace.
You have been thinking for so long.
Stop and switch on your vision,
Look through and watch your ambition,
Don't let it be a still birth, let accomplishing be your mission,
As you take a step, be pertinacious and never lose concentration.
Why doubt your capabilities?
You have a dream as a tool so why be a pessimist?
Skepticism is a foe to success so be an optimist,
As far as the Almighty God exists,
You will achieve every item on your success list.
I didn't always adhere to the warnings of the experts
who declared nothing beyond time-outs should be used
to correct a child’s behavior—that parents must not,
even temporarily, take away a toy or a privilege OR
use “psychologically damaging” responses like
“What you just did was bad”!
When you, as a teenager, fought me at every turn,
when you despised me--or seemed to--
the experts' words came back to haunt me.
Still, I continued on my chosen path and tried
not to reveal how defeated and helpless I felt.
While the renowned psychologists were saying,
"The teenager's privacy must not be violated,"
I was watching you, not always from afar.
When, in spite of me, you began accomplishing a degree
privacy at the tender age of 14, you hid from me, opting
to use that freedom to forge risky relationships
that alienated you from those who really cared.
Over time, something beautiful happened.
You metamorphosed into a fine young lady.
As a parent, you have neither punished severely
nor spoiled your children. You've limited
their privacy and kept hold of the reins.
As they sneer at you and rebel, you wonder,
as I once did, If you've taken the wrong route.
I can't verbally assure you that you haven't.
I can't give you an encouraging embrace.
Perhaps I did enough while I was there.
January 1, 2019, entered in Emile Pinet's Free Verse Style Poetry Only contest,
placed 2nd
February 4, 2019, entered in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Favorite Free Verse Contest
We boarded a bus on the West coast and rode east to the next state. We then boarded an Eastbound train and travelled to the next state. There, we waited overnight and boarded another bus the next day, Continuing East for our final destination into one of the plains states. I could feel an air of inspiration about this venture; So I wrote a poem.
We spent two days there, and after being entertained by culture, museums, a major sports venue(NFL), and great food, we rented a car and headed back West for home. We encountered no inclement weather conditions, but very inviting sun and scenic pleasantries. I believed this to be a memorable and a once in a lifetime experience. I tell you, there was something magical about this whole affair; So I wrote this poem.
These were memorable moments and treasured conversations as I crossed The Great Divide on Interstate 80 with my friend. I was able to assist him in accomplishing a milestone in his life. I found pure pleasure and fulfillment as the two of us motored nearly halfway across the country; so I wrote this poem. I tell you, every ounce of my being wanted to capture and harness a most priceless memory for my friend; and for me, this short narrative that I will treasure for a lifetime.
100720PSCtest, ....So I Wrote A Poem, John Lawless
Oh, my dear GOD:
Thou art my Creator, and I’m Thy creation
my soul thanks Thee for Thy eternal redemption
offering Thy fellowship* of sweet heaven’s jubilation…
Keep me abiding in Thy will set for my glorious transformation.
Thou art my Potter, and I’m Thy clay
my person praises Thee for designing me by Thy wondrous way
shaping me according to Thy image to reflect Thy light everyday…
Keep me as a clean vessel that honours Thee while in Thy plan I stay.
Thou art my Master, and I’m Thy servant
my heart trusts Thee and Thy immutable covenant
bringing me into Thy work-partnership along Thy reward-grant…
Keep me accomplishing with my best against worldliness and vanity-want.
Thou art my Head, and I’m part of Thy body
my human nature seeks Thy purging from sinfulness’ malady
perfecting me in Thy wisdom by Thy Scriptures against parody…
Keep me reaching-out to others as I wait for Thy coming, ever ready.
Thou art my Leader, and I’m Thy follower
my commitment yields to Thy command and order
enabling me toward functional maturity, courageously bolder…
Keep me praying steadfastly with the conviction of a truth defender.
Thou art my vine and I’m among Thy branches
my faith clings to Thy upholding amidst glitches
nurturing me with Thy compassion that enriches…
Keep me bearing fruits by Thy love, grace and mercy’s touches.
Thou art my Shepherd and I’m Thy sheep
my spirit exalts Thee for saving me from death-valley’s deep
carrying me to Thy haven away from pride and selfishness’ heap…
Keep me needing Thee constantly, from the time I awake till eyes sleep.
Yes, my dear God!
*Ephesians 3:9 And to make all men see what is the fellowship of the mystery, which from the beginning of the world hath been hid in God, who created all things by Jesus Christ.
July 8, 2021
Dramatic Monologue in Rhyme
2nd place, "Tat Tvam Asi" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 8/1/2021.
July 28 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 1-4
Key Verse – Isaiah 1:18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
HEART THAT COMES TO THE LORD
Our heart comes to the Lord for His molding
Toward holiness-upholding
To transform us from sinful bending
Truly keeping us within His guarding.
Our heart comes to the Lord for His perfecting
Toward heavenly pursuits’ directing
To teach us from worldly time-wasting
Truly training us within His instructing.
Our heart comes to the Lord for His refining
Toward faith-strengthening
To lead us from vain complaining
Truly working in us within His planning.
Our heart comes to the Lord for His affirming
Toward calling’s charge-performing
To move us from purposeless dreaming
Truly loving us within His reforming.
Our heart comes to the Lord for His making
Toward fulfillment-embarking
To build us up from character wrecking
Truly forming us within His tasking.
Our heart comes to the Lord for His doing
Toward Gospel seed-sowing
To enable us from empty plowing
Truly blessing us within His going.
Our heart comes to the Lord for His accomplishing
Toward soul-flourishing
To pull us from eternal perishing
Truly cleansing us within His pardon of offense-washing.
July 28, 2026
It was not my wish that I slipped into this world,
Nor owing designs of my parents I got whirled;
Something that seemed like fate or predestination,
Bliss or nemesis or angelic elation;
Who foresaw my exact color or shape or form?
To find me into this form did they have their norm...?
Doesn't any ant that fallen in a river strive,
To reach the shore unharmed and perfectly alive?
Doesn't a rat captured by a tricky trap struggle,
To escape from it, byways hook or hook juggle?
Isn't existence, here on earth, like a slushy lure?
Aren't colors, here, like rainbows many dreams assure...?
The fulfillment of duties, here, in uprightness,
Caring for and sharing one's wealth in finiteness;
Treating likes and dislikes in equilibrium,
Having, on one's salvation, no delirium;
Shouldn't, these, like flower and fragrance or flesh and blood,
Streams of goodness and kindness and compassion flood...?
The strongest iron too, sometimes, undergoes rust.
Isn't acceptance of our life, as it is, a must?
Inner Intelligence of meaning and fullness,
Wishing, in words and deeds, universal wellness;
Accomplishing, in each step, the purpose of birth,
Shouldn't we find the fulfillment of life in our death...???
20 March 2023
Now that we are here Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker