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God has His reasons for all things, and I suspect that today The Lord wanted my doctor to know that he was on His mind. So I engaged in prayer for my doctor, and after finishing, the Lord impressed upon me to write out the prayer. He then instructed me to read it to my doctor at the close of my appointment.
After requesting and being granted his permission, I read it to him. To my knowledge, nothing spectacular happened. I simply believe that I heard God and obeyed his voice. The rest is completely in God's hands. My doctor appreciated the prayer and said that it was very moving. This is the prayer that I prayed in private earlier this morning and read to my doctor in his office:
Dear Father: I thank you for Dr. ---------------, a man of renown and value. You have gifted him and placed a desire in him to be a great physician. You have made him a repairer of broken things, a restorer of things fallen down, and a healer of things wounded. I pray that you will strengthen and build him up in his faith, energize and empower his every step. May you continue to bless his marriage, children, and grand children. May you reward him for all his great deeds and sacrifices. May you remind him that nothing he does for you and for others in your name is ever in vain. As his days are, so let his strength be. And may you empower him with divine wisdom and understanding. May he feel that true sense of meaning and accomplishment. And may he continue to acknowledge you in all his ways as you direct his every step. In Jesus name. Amen.
7:55 AM 10252017 PS Contest, End October Standard, Strand
I stood by the tree this morning waiting for you to come and watching the clear blue sky with patches of white clouds passing by. Clouds fade into other clouds and dissolve into thin air but the mountain stood still beckoning to my will.
I had an appointment to go somewhere, but there was no appointment or date, yet I was waiting at the big gate. It was hope that brought me there because I had something profound to share.
It was deeper than I could imagine, I could not contain it I could not bear and I let it sink deep down into my gut and the morning with its soft dew spilling from the sky wet my lips and stir the passion from the sky.
A new day had dawn and a long line of traffic starts pouring down the hill moving slowly to the rhythm of the morning. And the children come through the gate and start, screaming and shouting all over the place, and a sudden burst of energy fills the yard.
It wasn’t the energy from the sun; it was the kind of energy that makes you want to run but nature contained it and saturate it beneath the heavens.
The cars kept coming and lines gets longer and the whispers in the street start to disrupt my heartbeat, but courage kept me waiting on something that wasn’t there. There was no message on the phone, it was the same faces running around the town with a promise that is tucked in the sea.
I kept hoping that you would pass by, and then I briefly heard a voice from above the sky and I turned around but you weren’t there, it was the voice of love that kept the promise up there.
Time
Like a shimmery satin
Ribbon blowing in the wind
Time slips and twists,
Its meaning constantly shifting.
How much time is there?
Do we have time? How long?
Can space be time? Is there
Only a certain space of time
In which we are caught, live
Out our lifespan and die?
There is a certain time,
To catch a train, a set time
For an appointment.
How long is a stretch of time?
Is time enough just enough
Or more than enough?
Is it an hour, a week, a year?
Is an eon still time?
Does time have weight?
Can it weigh heavily on someone?
When is there not enough time?
A day to take a trip?
A month to pay bills?
Is time longer or shorter
When you don’t have the money?
How can time be short for
One person and long for another?
Is a long time heavy or light?
What about a moment in history?
Is the moment time?
Is history time or is it space?
So, what IS time? Is it flexible?
A perception? An idea? How can
Time be both exact and inexact!
Clock pendulums swing, but
They tick off only the hours,
And minutes and seconds,
Never the elastic, elusive time
Which spins its own thread,
That constantly weaves in
And out of our lives,
Like a ribbon in the wind.
Amidst joyful* spirit, we took our ascent
Toward an appointment my son should not miss
While basking in his cologne with fruity scent
Wafting soothing goodness of sweet freshness bliss…
Then my special child giggled in mirth’s delight*
When I let one loose in the elevator…
Oh, yes; you’ve guessed it right; not due to smell’s blight
But he saw from wheel chair flight --- his fave doctor.
*Isaiah 61:10 I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God…
August 4, 2021
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND Rime" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/19/2021.
No other choices left to go
Words and advice have been to slow
Doing their job would of prevented this
Every communication into the abyss
No cruelty no care
Treated not nice of fair
Just the vast expanse of nothingness
From those who promote healthiness
Being paid large salaries
Preaching to those with abnormalities
One appointment every year
The rest of the time living in fear
I cry and beg for your help
Yet they leave me crying ready to yelp
They like to kick you when your down
Beg for help and they frown
Her silence has left me more devastated
Mood so low and deflated
With no choice just a last resort
A drug for the mind it may support
The outcome may have been different
If they weren’t so rude and ignorant
But for right now I have the last resort
It is 9:17am on Wednesday, October 14, 2020.
As I was leaving Folsom after an early morning doctor's appointment,
I crossed a very familiar intersection that I have traversed many times
before. But this time was different, and I could say it was different for
"whatever reasons", but realistically that would not be completely true.
What is clear to me is that there are issues that go unresolved or matters
unsettled and unsatisfied inside of us that surface occasionally uninvited by us.
Anyway, as I was about to say, tears began to form as a memory invaded my
mind that took me back more than 20 years ago to Folsom State Prison. It was there that my daughter's husband and father of our first grandchild was incarcerated. I reflected on the many times that I had taken my daughter and their son to visit him.
The tears were not so much about them as it was about a complaint I had with the Lord, and about which He was very familiar. It was not the first time that thoughts of this nature surfaced, but this time was very emotional as I reiterated to The Lord that I could not understand why all our three children went astray and have been reaping the consequences of their choices.
Why wasn't our daughter and older son more discriminating in their choices of a husband and wife? Why did our youngest son choose to go down the dark allies of alcohol abuse? Why? Why? Why? We did our best to rear them in the ways of God, and I honestly felt that we were being short-changed. Although I really understood such happenings of life, this expression was about an
emotion that needed to be expressed. I wasn't looking for an answer; just an ear.
These are the 46 words, accompanied with tears, that I uttered to The Lord as I drove through Folsom today: "Why, Lord? We did all that we thought proper and right. Lord, after all these years, I still do not understand, and I am not certain that I ever will. Perhaps eternity will be more revealing, but I'm not certain that it will even matter then."
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He was a born teacher
From birth destined to be
You'd know by his phene.
In capitalist-run schools
He's taught for many years
Earning pennies for labour.
Three years a beneficiary
On stipend of N-power teach
The Program axed by corruption.
Then long a community teacher
He's rendering public service
For little pay out of community levy.
He's adept; he got more papers
Hoping for full employment
With satisfaction in the job.
He got a conversion to EdoStar
State-run, two-year probationer
On the barest wage.
On his appointment
In the civil service, he got
The news of his careerlong pursuit.
The government is youth-centric
On account of his age, maybe his status
Or affiliation, he's disqualified.
Meanwhile politikers in the council
Of politricks make millions
By the seconds chattering all day.
Cancer, a six-letter word that doesn’t mean much to most people.
Then the word suddenly has more power than a shot to the chest.
You think, am I still breathing?
You go to the bathroom to try to pull yourself together, to share the pain with someone else.
As the phone rings, you think you can do this, then they answer and the tears start flowing and it’s hard to breathe.
The coldness of the hospital bathroom floor never grounded me so fast.
Breathing coming easier, reeling in my emotions.
Now to be strong for everyone. Brave talk, brave face but inside you are falling to pieces. Feeling numb, but the world is just pushing me along, like faking being strong will make me survive.
Sleep gone, living off so little anymore. Feeling numb as if the whole world is now only grey.
Medicine turning skin that was my warm comfort is now fading, always cold. Hair falling faster than snow in January. Eyelashes floating away with the touch of a light breeze.
How I wish the pain, hurt, and anxiety would be gone, my love. Day by day, I build a brick wall waiting for it to start crumbling, wondering how long it would last before breaking again.
Days, weeks, months, and years, it becomes easier to hear the news. To know you have to be strong for the one you love. The feeling to try not break in front of people, especially your love. You find yourself questioning, why me? But the truth is God was there all along with you, He didn’t abandon you after you heard those six letters. He held you when you cried in the chapel during multiple hospital stays.
After too long of a journey, healing comes and finds its place, the light at the end of the tunnel. Slowly stitching us back together from too long a rocky road.
How that six-letter word cut so deep, the scars left behind will always be present in our memories. You’ll hold your breath at every appointment you go to, waiting for the shoe to drop over and over again.
Comus of Pragmatmous the Opera
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Thus they shall dine! Spoke the Pragmous as he gather 10 people and appointed them the heads over the Council of Comus. A group shall be formed of these few. When they divide they shall enlist many who's ambition differ but there allegiance to the group shall keep them focused on the success of this union. There fore a body formed shall exsist to be governed by the bylaws which shall be voted upon and agreed to. These founding members shall take the names of the ancients to remain anonymous in the official lounge,: but shall be write by there Christian or forename be enrolled into the ledger for payment and etc.....
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Speak then the The Sergeant at Arms who is in charge of creating meetings and having everyone informed of meetings. This person to will break ties in voting: shall oversee and keep all meetings in order, and all shall sit to the end of meetings but allowed to leave with the permission of the Sergeant at Arms. His term is voted upon all members of the staff: but; but his or her expulture can only be voted upon by the Senior staff and then again by all members.
The Club Secretary will keep records and the vote, and will be asked to read the decisions of the previous affairs.Voted on by all members and can be relieved if another position is available and succession then to be voted on the request and appointment.
Treasurer. Must be independent of both positions. the under Treasure has the right to request an audit: which can take place by the request of Under Treasurer and Club Secretary.
Talent Buyer and Event Staff are to be voted on and coordinators. A Proxy will be appointed to act in the favor of the entire body, but must inform the Talent Buyer before any decision is made, and request for funds are only done with the signature of the Talent Buyer.
I turned to my wife
With desire in my eyes
And my loins a little disjointed
Forestalling sin,
She asked with no grin,
¨Kind sir, do you have an appointment?¨
You'll need to make an appointment
If you wanna have a shot at love
I was having a chat
With a sweet bureaucrat
Whose curves nature had appointed
The moment seemed right
When up came the red light
And a billboard reading, ¨Make your appointment¨
In the future, you'll need an appointment
For love, for kindness, for care
Some justice of the peace
Will preside your release
Or decide on your fate of despair
In time we'll be damned
To a hostile land
Ruled by gods we ourselves anointed
Hey, you get what you give
So don't ---- where you live --
Or at least not without an appointment.