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When does a child become society’s child?
Some children are forced out of being children
Some are put back into children mode which is hard
The fact that this happens is because of parents not thinking
The parents either separated, divorce, or worst case died
When a child is faced with this it is hardship it can’t recognize
When a child either lost or got separated from parents, why?
That’s when society takes the child and moves them
But at that moment of time the child does not understand
Children are forced to rely on their own thoughts and Idea
Which is very young and not as factual, but they still know
The child has to grow up fast, its just nature its protection
The growth of emotion excels beyond a child that has parents
The point that I am making is that the child needs the adult
The symbolic of guardian, safe, reliable, kind, lovable, informational
The problem I am going to explain is that it is not always there
Children that grow fast, has fifty, fifty chance of growing normal
But adults are to blame after taking this chance of mentoring
Sometimes the adult belief is that they are too young to know
But it’s not that, the problem is growth of emotion and idea
Without limitation that they can see in front of them
Children out grow their physical body in mentality
Parents is the key to limiting the emotional growth of a child
There is no doubt that fostering and adoption has been great
But this does not solve all the pain and sorrow that the child has
It is bottled in there soul, I do not know how to heal that yet
But in theory loving them and showing them gentleness
Is what they need, but Society does not have room some times
Because of this children that has parents still have problem
It’s needs to be known that parents should even go to classes
To have a child is to have knowledge of the child expectations
Society gives lots to parents that need it, but they need education
If a person wants a child they should at least go to class
Once or twice a year to see what motivates them to have the child
It is not always money; it is friendship, love, care, and the need
Humanity is always looking to get closer to each other
This includes children who do not have parents, singled out
Society is made of people and people who do not have a child
Well, they should be able to foster one or adopt.
Dear Father Abraham,
I Know that Too Much Time has Past, Events Taken, and Choices Made that Forever Changed the Course of History.
I am a Son Not by Birth, but by Adoption, You See I Follow the Teachings of Your Son Yeshua.
A Man Who Came Long Ago, Was Crucified on a Tree between Two Criminals, and was Raised the Third Day, Which Made My Acceptance Possible.
Father I Only ask Now, for without You, I would be destined for an Eternity Separated from God.
The Old Writings State that On That Day You Had Three Visitors, One Whom Resembled The Son of Man, or God Himself.
They Brought Good News that Sarah who had been Barren Till Now Would One Day Have A Son, and You An Heir to Carry On Your Family Name.
Time Passed, and You Both Growing Older with No Fulfillment of the Promise in Sight.
A Choice Was Made to use Hagar as the Possible Vessel for its Fulfillment.
The Result a Beautiful Baby Boy Named Ishmael, Who Grew to be a Wise and Strong Young Man.
All Was Well Till The Fulfillment of Time had Come, and God’s Promise To You and Sarah resulted in a Child also, Who Would be Called Isaac.
Now there exists Two Sons of Abraham, One of Hagar, and the Other Of Sarah, but Both Are Your Seed.
Father Abraham thousands of Years have Passed Now, Since Those Moments In Time, And Much Blood Spilt Pondering the Question Which One is The Rightful Heir?
For Two Great Multitude of People(s) Resulted from Those Choices Made. The Sons Of Ishmael Became the Muslim Race, and the Sons of Isaac Would Become The Israeli or Hebrew.
I Know that as a Gentile I Have No Right to ask, but It was on My Mind.
Looking Back at the Wars Fought, Blood Spilt, Lives Lost, and Time Spent, Between the Descendants of Your Two Sons.
If You Could Go Back, and make Different Choices, Would You?
Is there Any Way To Bridge the Divide?
There are No Easy Answers, Only More Questions.
I Don’t Know if it is Even My Place To Attempt to ask the Question at a Possible Way Forward?
I Only know From the Outside Looking in, that They Are Both Your Sons, and I a Gentile, don’t Know all the issues, or May Never Completely Understand them, or Have Any Possible Answers.
Father I Wonder What Do You Think?
Sincerely,
A Confused Gentile
Author Paul Cumberbatch (July 30, 2020)
Truer words have never been spoken
As in the story I have to tell.
Of a woman’s nine month journey
And her emotional trip through hell.
Now this woman was in shock, of course
When she found out she was with child.
This state of shock, to say the least,
Was anything but mild.
For this woman, herself, was a child
At the age of only eighteen.
With termination out of her head
What she must do was eventually seen.
She knew she couldn’t support a baby
Out there on her own.
Even though her family promised
That she would never be alone.
And so the woman’s search began
Then she came to her final option.
Knowing it was for the best,
She decided on adoption.
She knew it would be difficult
To be so far apart.
Away from something that she loved
And would always miss in her heart.
With emotions running mad
She somehow found a friend.
At Mother Goose Adoptions
Her troubles would soon end.
For it was there that she met Dawn
The woman sent to her aid.
When Dawn told her how things worked
Her troubles began to fade.
Dawn reassured the woman
That the couple would be the best.
Because it was the woman’s job
To choose a couple better than the rest.
So she began to look through profiles
Then she stumbled across a pair.
From down within the Southern states
Who were full of love and care.
The woman knew they were the ones
Within the blink of an eye.
Yet for some odd reason
She still wanted to cry.
For she knew deep down inside
This was something she’d never forget.
Because the thought still picked at her
If this was something she might regret.
Though she had her reasons
Some more obvious than a few
She knew this was something that must happen
For the benefit of you.
Your happiness and well-being
Are all that this was for.
Though it was for the better
The woman’s heart, this tore.
I pray that you are smart enough
To see what you must see.
For if you haven’t guessed by now
The woman is none other than me.
I wish I could express in words
Just what I’d like to say.
I wanted you to know the truth
And this was the best way.
Remember that I do love you
And that I’ll always care.
And if you ever need something
I’ll drop everything just to be there.
This story is not over
Though this poem will now end.
For as you sit here reading this
All my love I do send.
She was alone in the pen at the end
visibly frighten
Shaking like a leaf
wanting reprieve
So young a volunteer stay by her side
If she could she would of cried
It was free adoption day
and the dogs knew they were on display
Barking loud and clear
someone take me out of here
But she so shy and scared
she seem to need so much love and care
The little dog spoke to my heart
so with her I did depart
Adopting her that day
she was bewilder and afraid
A friend drove us home
I held her so precious to own
She cling to me so tight
Celeste her name seem right
Calm and peaceful and shy
With my two old boys would she survive
Finally at home we arrived
Ghengis waiting at the window was barking with joy
for his master was home such a happy boy
I placed her in a fence area and closed the screen door
I let my boys out and they were shocked and floored
What was this new dog and why is she here
I let them be together but the boys showed fear
She tried to sniff them but they ran away
I realized of her my old boys were afraid
I let her in the house and she began to run around
the scare little dog was nowhere to be found
Within five minutes she evolved from Celeste to Sassy girl
she was so overjoyed in her brand new world
I had to catch her and bathe and clean her good
Gave her a treat she was home understood
She ran and jumped for joy and with the boys tried to play
but each time the fat boys would run away
Now Kublia who wants to befriend every dog a stray
whenever they are at the fence between it they do play
They bark and run along it, sniff and wag their tails
but with little Sassy Kublia heads for the hills
And mighty little Ghengis with anger always on display
with his new sister Sassy he shys away
It was so wonderful for Sassy to come out of her shell
I thought it would be weeks employing all my skills
She slept with me that night laying next to my side
the boys fled under the bed stayed there to hide
Sometimes she softly whimpers as the boys run away
It will take time before the old boys get comfortable enough to play
We were three bachelors living in our house alone
now we have our Sassy girl to make it a home
She is sweet and funny and has energy all day
Lively and cute she's in my heart to stay
My new big puppy is our Sassy girl
upside down she playfully has turned our world.
Our Children
Our children.
Yes, they are our children.
Not only mine, yours or theirs.
They are our lovable little ones.
Your child, my child, their child,
What’s the difference?
In depth, the difference is us.
Like how we nurture them to be.
Thus, we are the divergence.
Let’s them be perfectly ‘the Children’.
Best is not to divide them with ‘US’.
Love every children.
All children deserve to be loved and taken care of.
They are the most unadultered noble form of humans.
They need us.
So, let’s give them ‘US’.
Regardless of biological bonds,
Children are the absolute innocent purest form of love.
They are greater than the games of genetics.
They are how we love and raise them.
Don’t let the genes fool us.
Genes just play their roles.
The premier artist of children’s life is us,
Thereupon, every time the artist plays good,
Surely, the art too shines eminent.
Since, the arts are the imitations of the very own artists.
There are millions of uncarved lone arts living all over the world,
In wanting of an artist to shape and paint them with love.
Be the best artist to bring up the best art.
Be a kind and creative artist,
to give a colorful life for at least a lone art in this huge world.
Hail Adoption!
Adoption;
Let it not be a second or third option.
Let it be the first option.
October 31 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Romans 9-10
Key Verse – Romans 9:1 I say the truth in Christ, I lie not, my conscience also bearing me witness in the Holy Ghost.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY CONSCIENCE REVEALER
Lord God, You are my conscience Revealer,
always comforting me in my heaviness
Thank You for reminding me of Your adoption-covenant earnestness
Ceaselessly assuring my soul of Your endowed blessedness
Truly upholding me with Your Word’s effectiveness.
Lord God, You are my conscience Revealer,
always fulfilling before me Your promises’ delight
Thank You for rehearsing to me Your calling against unbelief-blight
Ceaselessly forbidding my steps toward backsliding flight
Truly pulling me toward Your compassion’s bright light.
Lord God, You are my conscience Revealer,
always instilling in me Your Scripture
Thank You for rebuking me of my faulty motive as well as unkind gesture
Ceaselessly forming my character to become vessel of honourable posture
Truly keeping me from wrath of this destructive worldly culture.
Lord God, You are my conscience Revealer,
always enriching me with Your marvelous glory
Thank You for loving me so much, which anchors my salvation story
Ceaselessly working in my faith to experience miraculous victory
Truly affirming to me Your sacrifice at Calvary.
Lord God, You are my conscience Revealer,
always imparting to me sublime heavenly desire
Thank You for inspiring me to blend zeal and knowledge that You require
Ceaselessly establishing my righteousness along Your wisdom I must acquire
Truly leading me to seek You with prayer-fire.
Lord God, You are my conscience Revealer,
always preaching to me truth within my heart
Thank You for asserting to me essence of Bible-salvation at the very start
Ceaselessly exhorting my spirit to fulfill my best in every stewardship-part
Truly sending me to bring glad tidings of Your peace against evil dart.
Lord God, You are my conscience Revealer,
always checking me of my obedience-glow
Thank You for listening to me in my cry against challenging trial-blow
Ceaselessly reviving my commitment-fervour along blessings’ flow
Truly lifting me up when I confess my sins that make me low.
October 31, 2023
Tortoiseshell Cats
Aroun’ came a kittycat, it was so cold
Slept outside to save her sole
Staying outside might do her harm.
Gotta do summin’ to keep her warm.
Got her a pillow, got her a mat.
But she slept on the chair just where I sat.
Black and brown, she’s a Tortoiseshell cat
Won’t come near, just shies away.
Won’t let you pet her to save the day.
Open the door – what can I say?
What can we do to make her stay.
Gonna feed her summin’ to make her fat.
Put out some cat food, she did like that
Black and brown, she’s a Tortoiseshell cat
Where goes little one, she’s not aroun’.
Search all the neighbors, search all the town.
We get a little worried, we get a little sad
What did we do to make her mad?
It’s been a while she’s been away
We keep lookin’ both night & day.
No little kittie, we worry about that.
Black ‘n’ brown, where’s our Tortoiseshell cat?
Then comes a time - what a surprise!
Two more little kittens with big yellow eyes
Mama Cat, baby cats, they’re all so sweet
Gotta get some food for them all to eat.
Two little kittens just a running around
One from the country; one from the town.
Kittie, kittie, kitten; where you at?
Black and brown they’re our Tortoiseshell cats
Rounded them up & off they went
Off to the Vet where they were sent.
Then home agin, home agin; back to the norm
Home agin, home agin; without any harm.
Open the cage to let them go
Scared they were as so ‘n’ so
They’ll be back in mos’ nothing flat.
Here they come, our Tortoishell cats
Runnin’ & jumpin’ in the morning dew.
Can’t change nature for these two.
Chase each other, chase a bug
Won’t let you give ‘em even a littl’ hug
Sleep all day & then play mos’ night.
Somethin’ about this just seems right.
Longer and taller, but they don’t get fat
Two big kittens; each a Tortoiseshell cat.
Now open the door with a little invite
Come inside to the warmth & light.
Creeping around noisy as can be.
Still so shy – please don’t touch me.
Still gotta outside, still gotta roam.
Inside, outside – their new home.
Getting’ mo’ friendly – scratch on the mats
Yes, you know, our Tortoiseshell cats
Food to eat and I’ll come back
Put down summin’; like a paper sack
Still gotta outside just gotta roam.
Inside, outside – their new home.
I could change my mind
about adopting you
no more than change my heart's content
about what is healthy
and what is diseased absence of integrity
and what lies somewhat uneasily in-between
within my contenting patient bicameral mind.
ProActive adoption
healthing my ego's affluent hope-filled exploration
and our ecohabitat's effluent nutritional transliterations,
discerning communions
composed of conflicted, fragmented people,
adopting/adapting our weeds and edible and ornamental resources,
our Earth motherland planetary spaces
revolving DNA fractal interdependent deep learning memories--
noticing-understanding
planning-planting
implementing-governing-harvesting
evaluating-digesting
noticing positive and negative changes,
healthy and pathological,
winning and losing interdependent health and fragmenting pathologies
Adopting adaptive changes of holonic universal WinWin
becoming light and dualdark
co-passioning bright left
with bilateral co-arising intuitive felt right
for here and now
Adoption works best
when cooperatively intended
for mutual WinWin benefit,
for both internal ego needs
and external-ecotherapeutic feeling climates, internalized humanely
healthy wealth of long-term dynamic interdependent resilience.
Adoption, whether co-gravitating with a child,
or a habitat,
or a healthy-wealth intentional good-faith
active hope
interdependently webbing community,
is informed by our transubstantiated history
of co-acclimating reunion experiences,
mental and physical,
spiritual and natural
EarthTribe egos
adopting Earth-transformative healthing souls/soils,
DNA adaptive across regenerational wealth,
non-sectarian holonic habitats,
non-dualistic,
non-violently interdependent,
so not just business as usual LeftBrain fragmentary,
fragmenting.
I could change my left deductive/reductive affluent mind
about co-acclimating with you
no more than change my heart's Earth-righteously effluent content
about what is healthy
and what is diseased
for all humanity's meaning-full healthy climates,
purposeful interdependent and fragmenting moods,
thoughts,
needs,
feelings
flowing somewhat uneasily
within our ego-contenting in-between eco-passionate
EarthJustice informed/exflowing mind.
The regressive Supreme Court decision
hustled, proclaimed, and voiced
June 24th, 2022
immediately quashing pro choice option,
struck down constitutional right
(upheld for half a century -
formerly allowing, enabling and providing
the muliebrous population
access to secure and safe abortion)
and sent a chill into the air.
A woman of childbearing age
within the United States trade
risk seeking abortion if she
unwittingly finds herself pregnant
resorting to desperate measures
sans mortality written
courtesy blood and gore costly paid
for ownership of body electric
autonomy usurped to choose abortion,
especially females representing
low income statistic,
whose chaotic, frantic, hectic..., existence
quite unlike bucolic, idyllic, poetic
lifestyle exemplified, exhibited, and exuded
by Thomas Kinkade
impossible (aery) mission
to buzzfeed another mouth
hence unlucky gal
now faces criminal charges,
whereat strong arm of the law
one lass unable to evade.
Despite being an older
long haired pencil necked geek male,
(a genetic product
of the baby boomer generation)
albeit one dazed and confused man,
whose body resembles
a miniature lead zeppelin
I a baby boomer guy
always inclined toward
remaining aforementioned gender,
nevertheless can empathise
with red hot poker anger
fecund women most likely experience,
when in the heat of passion
birth control measures vehemently
even non verbally overruled,
when an aggressive partner
thwarts such rational precautions
exerting patriarchal domination
loosing abundant seminal fluid
with deliberate intent to impregnate.
Many instances abound,
(since time immemorial)
whereby linkedin couples
ardently, fervently, maddeningly
strive to beget offspring
and thus shuck off
the application regarding
accessing, kickstarting, wielding
invocation of divine spirit,
thus their sexual relations
forfeit applying prophylactics,
oftimes feeling down and out
when biological fertilization
breeds despair, grief, mourning...
yet no sooner does adoption
appear as the last best hope
the maternal hormonal gonadal
secretion agency, propensity, viscosity....
and quirky unpredictability,
where unsuspecting latent virility
to procreate ironically occurs.
There resided in an Orphanage, called Blessedville
Lovely girls whose names are Charitybelle,
Faithgayle and Hopedelle.
They are best friends and in prayer they are aligned
Asking God to give them adoptive parents who are kind…
Yet they must wait for guardians with good heart and mind.
One day, their home was visited by Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion
Giving all children food supplies, and for each one, a school-provision
As they announced their adoption-related decision.
They planned to adopt two girls who are cheerful
So all children have become more responsible and dutiful
Including Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle who are hopeful.
“We want all of you to be part of our choice”
Said Mrs. Grace Kompassion, “so now rejoice
And answer our question without making a noise.”
Mr. Merc Kompassion smiled with delight
Stating, “Just do what is right and write without fright
To make us know that you are the great child in our sight.”
Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion asked each child for recommendation:
“Among all of you, what two names can you give as suggestion
To be included for our family expansion?”
Each child wrote one person including own name
But not Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle who are the same
In not placing their names for their full claim.
Charitybelle considered Faithgayle and Hopedelle for the best
Faithgayle mentioned Hopedelee and Charitybelle to be blest
While Hopedelle noted that Charitybelle and Faithgayle are the greatest.
Because of the love* they showed for each other
Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle were adopted together
And Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion became their father and mother.
Until now, they visit Blessedville Orphanage with eagerness
Expressing that they thank the Lord for His graciousness
Making them belong to a wondrous family of joyfulness.
*1John 4:16 And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
Tristich in Rhyme midst Narrative form
April 7, 2023
1st place, "Write a Sweet Fairytale For Children with a Good Outcome Ending; Nobody gets hurt" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 5/6/2023.