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A SOUL IS DIVINE
Poems about a soul, got me to thinking … perhaps we identify what it is we are discussing.
A soul is really something very very special my friends, but exactly…
What is a soul?
When did the soul come into existence?
Is it immortal? …. Is it immaterial and invisible?
Popular opinions differ, and offer vague unfocused ideas. friends please note I am not sharing my opinion or world’s popular opinion.
Perhaps you’ve been taught KJ version,Hebrew. 6:18 It’s impossible
for God to lie.
So you’ll agree, the Bible’s as good a place to begin our research,
According to Gen.2: 7 “Man became a. living soul”
God did not make a body and put a soul into it. Like putting a body
into an envelop of dust.
God formed man’s body from the dust, then by breathing divine breath
into it, God made the body of dust live.
The dust did not include a soul, the dust became a soul, a living breathing creature!
Clarifying scripture,KJ version, Joshua 11:11 - And they smote all the souls that were therein with the edge of the sword, utterly destroying them:there was not any left to breath.:
God presents a clear picture of a soul. He’s answering opening questions.
Is soul Immortal? No! When stopped breathing, soul was destroyed
Is soul immaterial and invisible? No! Had to be visible to smote it with
edge of the sword.
Hope you agree it doesn’t take a genius to recognize the concept of a
immaterial immortal soul—distinct from the body is not supported by God’s word, and he cannot lie.
So I’d like to leave you my friends, with two questions. Why are pagan lies more popular around the world than the truth regarding the soul?
Why have worlds religions refused to show and teach God’s truth’s
Hope this opens the door to in-depth concordance research.
Contest: A SOUL IS DIVINE
Sponsor: Mohan Chutan
The opposite of life
is death
The polar opposite of eternal health
is terminal disease,
with unease perhaps lying/truthing
in-between timelessness
and untimely demise
So too,
my opposite of steady compassion
may be your unsettling dispassion
Elation v deflation
of all these oppositional answers above
as clear
as unclear appositional questings
below.
What is my opposite of suicide?
Self promotion?
Ego inflation?
Having all my consuming needs
fully answered?
Or
maybe some uneasy questing
timeless mind
and spacious body
in-between healthy Now
And death-defying
death-denying
death-defining
death-despairing
death-despoiling
AnthroLove Here
Remains part of EarthLife There
whenever tomorrow comes
Now?
As Me curiously questioning
feels like our lonelier half
of We not yet
finally answering?
What could appositionally rebalance
death's final answering Earth-climate
and life's open questioning Anthro-culture?
What is the opposite of lively ruminations
and deadly ideations?
What lies contentious truths contenting,
In-between EarthBody's discommunication
desecrating death
and AnthroMind's sacred communion life?
She didn’t know how to speak
at first.
There were eyes,
tired eyes,
no words.
Then words came.
Daughter,
friend,
lover,
wife,
mother.
A little conversation
for every role.
Each role
asked for more
than it gave.
She kept speaking,
trying to stay present,
slowly leaving herself behind.
Then,
somewhere,
the words fell short.
Same people, still.
Same bonds, somehow.
Broken sentences.
She isn’t silent now.
Just distant.
The one who once
walked out of silence
now returns
to it.
Where did her conversations go?
Or maybe,
she simply stopped
answering questions
no one
was truly
waiting
to hear.
©Chitra Arun
He arose, erasing my past
Stifling the ache with His embrace
Gentling me with peace that will last
It’s called true love, amazing grace
He arose, silencing all doubt
Thankful that my wrongs he’d erase
All my sin has been blotted out
It’s called true love, amazing grace
He arose, healing my despair
Joy is written across my face
He’s kind, answering my prayer
It’s called true love, amazing grace
He arose, spoke light o’er my soul
Offered hope that I can’t replace
With Him, there’s wonder to console
It’s called true love, amazing grace
He arose, stirring my heart up
From the dark, His light I’ll still chase
His Spirit always fills my cup
It’s called true love, amazing grace
To all the fallen of Covid 19
whose deaths were unrecorded and unseen
To those who languished in intensive care
where Fear unmasked itself to mock each prayer
To mothers shedding tears from dawn till night
while clutching keepsakes of their children tight
To fathers who must raise their kids alone
who stoic in their grief, suppress each groan
To nurses, doctors, first responders, all
who risked their lives in answering the call
to face the mayhem, doing what it takes
Yet every day the virus raised the stakes
To those deprived of saying their goodbyes
who could not wipe the tears from closing eyes
To those who stood alone beside a grave
who mourned the youth that doctors could not save
To you now isolated in your house
who care for stricken child or unwell spouse
To you whose nightmares will not let you sleep
who plead of God your loved ones' souls to keep
What comfort can I give you who remain
when in the news there's talk of a new strain?
Just this that Covid 19 will not win
To let it crush our souls would be as sin
One day we're sure to leave the "hiding place",
and not to face our deaths, but live in grace
Though normalcy may not be like before,
I know that there are blessings still in store
Our faith and dreams remain pandemic free...
These Covid cannot steal from you or me
Humanity has learned what things are dear
We found new ways to keep our loved ones near
Eileen Manassian
The sound of a Crow
And a creaking fence.
My good morning greeting.
Four walls painted white.
A singer on the radio I will never meet.
The DJ playing cheesy tunes
for people I don’t know.
Sat waiting for the next beep
the back bedroom call centre blues.
Is it wrong to name a spider.
and what’s this urge I have to cut the grass.
The fridge is to near its calling my name
and I am answering dutifully.
I may return to the office fat.
No gig tickets booked or holidays to be took
Just serenade yourself with misheard lyrics
And pictures of far off beaches.
These are the back bedroom call centre blues.
July 8 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 13-16
Key Verse – Isaiah 14:3 And it shall come to pass in the day that the LORD shall give thee rest from thy sorrow, and from thy fear, and from the hard bondage wherein thou wast made to serve.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY REST GIVER
Lord God, You are my rest Giver
for my refreshing sanctification
Thank You for forgiving my confessed sin and transgression---
I repent from disobeying You, leading to my destruction
Help me please to seek You always for my transformation.
Lord God, You are my rest Giver
for my jubilant settlement
Thank You for cleansing my spoilage by world’s defilement---
I repent from beautifying myself with pride’s embellishment
Help me please to dwell in Your meekness-filled contentment.
Lord God, You are my rest Giver
for my cleaving to Your truthfulness
Thank You for freeing my heart from captivity of deceitfulness---
I repent from hindering Your will by my stubbornness
Help me please to yield to You with earnest submissiveness.
Lord God, You are my rest Giver
for my strength’s covering
Thank You for checking my carnality’s selfish soaring---
I repent from going into wilderness-wandering
Help me please to rise up against shallow surrendering.
Lord God, You are my rest Giver
for my blissful serenity
Thank You for subduing my flight toward worldly vanity---
I repent from failing due to my choice of futility
Help me please to escape from temptation’s tenacity.
Lord God, You are my rest Giver
for my rejuvenated stand
Thank You for propping up my faith by Your plan so grand---
I repent from turning back from Your command
Help me please to rejoice in fulfilling Your demand.
Lord God, You are my rest Giver
for my establishment upon Your throne of mercy
Thank You for answering my prayer of supplication’s fervency---
I repent from neglecting stewardship’s faithful persistency
Help me please to depend on Your kindness’ constancy.
July 8, 2023
THE INTERVIEWER:
Thank you for the privilege of this interview.
There are hundreds of others you could have chosen.
I am deeply moved and inspired by how you have come
to terms with your demise. We all must someday face
our death, but far too few of us learn to do it well.
Of your many years, what do you feel that you have
contributed most to society and especially your community?
The INTERVIEWEE:
Before answering, I must say that it is my hope that when
I have deceased, I won't be allowed to remain standing as
a lifeless statue. May I be cut down and utilized as wood
for warmth or lumber for buildings.
I trust that I have contributed to an atmosphere of trust;
The freedom that any person of any stripe can come and
sit right up to my trunk, benefiting from my shade and
the purity of air and say anything they which, never
having to worry if it will ever be repeated again.
The INTERVIEWER:
Many of us give much thought to longevity with little
concern about legacy. You have enjoyed a long life
and have produced much fruit so vital in the nuts industry.
Over the years, you have grown the most tasteful and nutritious
pecans. Initially, you referenced being made useful after your
demise. What do you have further to say about yourself
relative to legacy?
The INTERVIEWEE:
As a tree, I have been aware of every leaf that fell and
blew across the landscape; of every limb broken from me
for any purpose by any person or by the wind; of every
seed that fell to the ground. Being thus aware, I think
that I treasure most the seeds that fell, knowing that
They represent not the end of me but a new beginning.
That is why I pray that each seed that falls will somehow
find its way and beat a path to the right soil and depth that
will give them a fighting chance at life. Both they and I know
that they are fighting for me and my legacy. That is the primary
reason my friend that I am able to die well and peacefully.
THE INTERVIEWER:
Thank you, sir. Our readers will be pleased to hear what
you had to say.
060923PSCtest. Anthony Biaanco. Contest Name: Interview
Theme choice: Interview with a dying tree
An epiphany dawns at the rim of my sight..
Where stardust remembers the shape of our night.
I watch life take form in the breath of the deep..
From cells that awaken to minds that can weep.
We rose from the oceans, from fire and bone..
Each heartbeat a drum saying "you are not alone".
Spirals of DNA, ancient and wise..
Echoes of creatures that learned how to rise.
The beetle, the bird, the unheard and unseen..
All stitched to the same quiet, luminous seam.
We differ in skin and in language and name..
Yet burn with one spark from a singular flame.
What is the soul but a question that stays..
A light that insists in the darkest of days?
Not pinned to the flesh, nor caged in the mind..
But a current that hums through all of our kind.
Perhaps it was born when the first life drew breath..
A defiance whispered straight into death.
Or maybe it waits in the spaces between..
What we know to be real and what’s felt but unseen.
So here, at this moment, this fragile design..
I feel it align.. yours answering mine.
An epiphany dawns, soft, aching, and whole..
Life's learning form,
and form learning soul.
Sitting alone with my thoughts, my mind likes to wander
Especially when I want it to stop, I cant think to turn to
The alcoholic drops, thats the exact thing that killed my pops.
I watched him silently comit suicide through the bottles of
Wine, only getting more depressing over time, I was completely
Blind, to the world I grew up in, a crack house at 9, answering
The door to cops time after time. Looking for my hero,
The one who protects me, the only parent that doesnt reject me,
I wish my mom and I had a connection, but these days
I can only feel tension, from the lack of life we lived together.
Im sure the path she chose for her Is much better. She escaped
The underworld of a good man. Good intentions just lack of will,
Leaving him to sip only on the tripple distilled. I dont blame
The man, because he tried his best, life just one to many times
Put him to the test. Now he just wants to drink and rest. Leaving
Me to be motivated by someone whos already dead, from the
Inside, leaving me sitting upstairs between these green walls
To cry. These green walls getting close, destroying my mental
Composure, closer and closer they get, I do more things Im soon
To regret. Im losing control though I see things clear, watching
My life go.
To be continued...