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My Soul IQ, in general, is fine,
but nowhere near as high as that of souls
who live a life as though it is divine -
humanitarians with lofty goals
like Ghandi and the many others who
affect great changes in society.
I think of common folks who also do
uncommon good and who unselfishly
give so much of themselves to those in need,
like those adopting orphans. That’s a lot!
I can’t imagine doing such a deed.
I’m not that generous with time I’ve got.
I’m patient and I’m kind, but next to some,
my Soul IQ is like that of a crumb!
June 22, 2019
For the Soul IQ Poetry Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke
I was once kissed by the sun
Caressed in oils my breasts bathed free
like growth in my womb
kissing the moon
Capturing my true essence
unmasked, plain, pure
Naked in love my insecurities
gave birth to my esteem
But then I became free
from the taunting and ridicule of
socieity's template of me
by adopting a new personality
One that reflects the real me
I like poetry I like to sing
I understand my spiritual need
I like love
I like the breeze
I like rhythm and passion
and long lasting nights of
random acts of sensual moments that
awaken parts of me previously repressed
The love I feel is so unrest
I was once kissed by the sun
It's power gave me light and enabled my writing to become
spoken words
leaving footprints on the ink in my pen
Some of thoughts escaped through actions of sin
Unspoken words just thrown away
Never spoken, or written again
Awakened by the sun
all drenched in it's heat
Praising it's soure of power
and embracing humility
Giving what I have to give
Learned to let go it's easier to forgive
We strive for riches but lest we forget
the richness of the sun
Each day be thankful for his son
Heroes are labeled on signs in front yards,
People on sidewalks wave hand-painted posters,
And ABC announces designated heroes,
As if I can’t spot one for myself.
Today, with the Covid-19 pandemic,
Medical personnel at all levels are labeled heroes,
But weren’t they heroes before working long shifts
Saving lives in an emergency room?
Or rushing to deliver a baby with a mother in crises?
Or their constant susceptibility to catching a
Deadly disease from those they serve?
Or our veterans, who endure months away from home
At a time, in foreign countries where they are not
Always welcome, and who may return
Without a limb—a job—a family—a home.
They’re honored and labeled heroes only when they win.
Police and firefighters are labeled heroes
As soon as they die in the line of duty.
But weren’t they heroes just yesterday, before they died,
When they rescued the bank employees
From gunmen in that hostage situation?
Or put out that fire before it
Wiped out a whole block of homes?
It may be that spouses and kids think
They’re heroes every day
When they come home at the
End of their shifts—or from foreign wars.
Some people think that Madonna, or Meg Ryan,
Or Angelina Jolie are heroes for adopting
Children from third world countries,
Or that Oprah Winfrey is a hero
For establishing a girls school in Africa.
But I think the 10-year-old boy in Florida
Who is on a mission to run one mile and one dollar
At a time to support fallen police officers is more of a hero.
Or the young single mother working full time
And getting her master’s degree.
Or the 26-year-old man who saved a 77-year-old woman
trapped in her car after plunging head first into a creek.
Or the man who risked icy waters of a canal
To save a dog stranded on a broken bridge.
I suppose there is no one definition of a hero,
But I don’t think it’s the sports star who simply makes big bucks,
Or the reality show star who has given
Birth to multiple children,
Or the movie star who tells people how to live
Their lives while living in a glass house.
No, I think heroes are everyday people,
Living out their lives as best they can
While respecting and not hurting others—
And while loving as best they can.
This being Native American Heritage month I salute the indigenous people
whose knowledge and principles I wish we’d done more to embrace…
instead of doing everything in our power…their culture and identity to erase.
If we’d only taken the time to see the world, our Earth, from their perspective
from their unique point of view….
we could have learned a lot…take for instance…the Lakota Sioux.
Let’s start with the name they chose…Lakota…and we begin to comprehend…
for they saw Lakota as a gift…it simply means ‘banded together with friends’.
The Lakota formed a partnership with Mother Earth…with her they felt a spiritual connection.
and so…they treated her with deference…with reverence and affection.
They kept Dreamcatchers over their beds…so as they slept…once they bid the day adieu…
It would catch all of their bad dreams…while letting only their good dreams through.
They would look to the morning star…once their final dream had gone…
and they would pray to her for wisdom, understanding…
as she ushered in the dawn.
The morning star was so important to the spiritual life the Lakota built
It can be found in their art…in their designs, in their clothing…
and it is sewn into their quilts.
The Lakota believed in a healthy mind and body…they were among the first to understand….
we must respect the Earth and all her creatures…and live in balance with the land.
We could have learned a lot from the Lakota…if we had taken the time to embrace them…
We cold have benefited from one anotherIf if we had not tried to erase them.
Thankfully, we did not erase them form the Earth…
though lower in numbers, bruised and battered the Lakota have survived
and the culture and their identity we hoped to destroy…their people have revived.
So I made a wish upon the morning star on my walk today…
that our country…our world would begin to change it’s fate…
by adopting the philosophy of the Lakota…before it is too late.
August 20 Scripture Meditations Based on Hosea 11-14
Key Verse – Hosea 11:1 When Israel was a child, then I loved him, and called my son out of Egypt.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME
Thank You for loving me, calling me Your child
Fully adopting me though sin-defiled
While transforming my heart from being earthly-wild…
Now, I’m bound toward heaven, divinely-styled.
Thank You for loving me, drawing me by Your compassion
Fully caring for me though stained with transgression
While purifying my mind through Your sanctification…
Now, I’m cleansed toward perfection, enjoying Your redemption.
Thank You for loving me, ruling over me with Your faithfulness
Fully guiding me though disobedient along stubbornness
While drawing my soul near Your altar of prayerfulness…
Now, I’m surrendered toward righteousness, submissive unto holiness.
Thank You for loving me, helping me thru Your leading
Fully controlling me though rebellious due to backsliding
While disciplining my will against worldliness-standing…
Now, I’m humbled toward genuine worship, grateful for Your life-building.
Thank You for loving me, assuring me by Your security
Fully upholding me though doubting due to uncertainty
While teaching my spirit upon Your wisdom’s integrity…
Now, I’m enlightened toward ministry where I can invest for eternity.
Thank You for loving me, enabling me thru Your empowerment
Fully training me though ignorant and filled with humanistic sentiment
While subduing my arrogance of haughty predicament…
Now, I’m revived toward fruitfulness marked by faith-advancement.
Thank You for loving me, showering me Your blessings
Fully providing for me though unfaithful midst grace-pressings
While rebuking my selfishness that can bring cursings…
Now, I’m grateful toward joyful living, overcoming lossings.
August 20, 2022
I met her on a solemn Autumn night, many moons ago
A night I didn't remember- a night I thought nothing of
It's funny
People leave an impression as time passes
Time: with its sactions and laws- its passage is linear, unable to be bribed or coaxed
It lives purely as life's substrate.
Recently I had a dream
About a night I didn't remember- a night I thought nothing of
There I remembered an encounter
A smile that could lift a mood
Eyes that sparkled in the Autum twilight
And a gaze that, if stared into long enough, seemed to relfect every star and nebulae in the cosmos
A universe seemingly resided behind her eyes
Weary eyed- the recent dream faded
A smile that could once lift a mood had cracked
Eye's grew sullen and dull- adopting a grey complexion
And with the death of a dream
The Nebulae grew dark and the last star burnt out
A hollow stare resided
Time went on- paths diverged in slight
But still, I meet her every night
In a dream within a dream
In wake, I find myself looking at the stars hoping
for us to meet in time- for your eye's to adopt a lost stare
for your smile to ignite a spark previously snuffed out.
I hope, time permitting, I may one day see you again
the way I did on a night I didn't remember
on a night I thought nothing of.
A night I remember, to help me forget.
The stars don't align all that often.
For some- not even whilst dreaming
But until then, I wait
I hope to see you the way I used to
Even if only in a solemn night's dream.
August 20 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 30-31
Key Verse – Jeremiah 30:22 And ye shall be my people, and I will be your God.
HEART THAT DELIGHTS IN THE LORD WHO IS OUR GOD
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, calling each of us His child
Fully adopting us though sin-defiled
While transforming our character from being earthly-wild…
Now, we are bound toward heaven, divinely-styled.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, drawing us by His compassion
Fully caring for us though stained with transgression
While purifying our mind through His sanctification…
Now, we are cleansed toward perfection, enjoying His redemption.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, ruling over us with His faithfulness
Fully guiding us though disobedient along stubbornness
While drawing our soul near His altar of prayerfulness…
Now, we are surrendered toward righteousness, submissive unto holiness.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, helping us by His leading
Fully controlling us though rebellious due to backsliding
While disciplining our will against worldliness-standing…
Now, we are humbled toward genuine worship, grateful for His life-building.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, assuring us by His security
Fully upholding us though doubting due to uncertainty
While teaching our spirit upon His wisdom’s integrity…
Now, we are enlightened toward ministry where we can invest for eternity.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, enabling us through His empowerment
Fully training us though ignorant and filled with humanistic sentiment
While subduing our arrogance of haughty entitlement…
Now, we are revived toward fruitfulness marked by faith-advancement.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, showering us His blessings
Fully providing for us though unfaithful midst grace-pressings
While rebuking our selfishness that can bring cursings…
Now, we are grateful toward joyful living, overcoming lossings.
August 20, 2026
A sweet young thing comes to our humble abode
Once every month without fail
Sure ain't your average cleaner type person
She zooms through the place like a gale
A neighbour once noticed she had a cute li'l bum
I told him I wholeheartedly concur
We both could wind up with marital problems
Accused of being a couple of voyeurs
Once we thought of adopting this young sweetie
But her hubby would never agree
We had to settle for her once a month visits
Such a shame between you and me
It seems I might have lost my train of thought
My engine almost left the station
To get back to the fabulous job that she does
Sure appreciate her monthly visitation
© Jack Ellison 2013
Torture’s Toxic Contagion
by Odin Roark
From where comes these perpetrators,
These conscienceless mortals
Whose senses are quashed by orders,
By fear of demotion,
By allegiance to evil?
Who demands the allegiance
To insulated Washington duplicity
Puppets adorned in suits and ties of importance
Astride fine leather chairs of authority?
What right does evil have over good?
Does assumed expediency have to trump integrity,
Stealthily burying principals beneath the quagmire of incompetence,
Adopting rules from coerced legal offices,
Where procedural override of accepted war conduct,
Creates U.S. atrocities into persecution’s bubbling vat waiting?
How acidic this brew of orifice aggression must be.
How explosive the brain’s chemistry must become.
How malodorous the waft of this barbaric wretchedness must seem.
Still…
How easy it is to ignore that such bad behavior
Is counter-international law,
Subject to accountability
To legal prosecution and punishment.
Are we so glib with our conscience
That we think “out of sight, out of mind” is an escape?
For…
Lest one forgets the pent up pay-back
Festering in the shadows of the victims’ “to do” lists,
One’s Machiavellian innocence may not even see it coming…
What ever their choice might be.
Torture’s toxic caldron continues to be stirred,
Too few daring to taste the fiery recipe before being served
What might be truly the last supper.
Was really disappointed today
Was supposed to meet a dear dear friend
Things got in the way and sadly
Had to postpone our meeting again
I'm adopting her as my daughter
An honour that I accept with pride
Sadly her relationship with her real dad
Was very much on the rocky side
So I'm the fortunate benefactor
Of a soul that's longing this connection
I'm truly only too happy to oblige
As I shower her with affection
A sweetie this dear dear friend of mine
My undying love runs deep
Adore this girl more than words can say
With tears of joy, I weep
She's happily married with kids of her own
But there's been a void in her life
So honoured to be her replacement dad
Sure didn't have to think twice
© Jack Ellison 2013