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April 27 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 29-31
Key Verse – 2 Chronicles 29:2-2 And he did that which was right in the sight of the LORD, according to all that David his father had done. He in the first year of his reign, in the first month, opened the doors of the house of the LORD, and repaired them.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY VESSEL REPAIRER
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your sanctifying purification
Thank You for cleansing my filthiness, trespasses and transgression
And my offerings of wrong motives’ devotion
As You receive my sin-admission and confession.
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your covenant-fulfillment
Thank You for rebuking my negligence by Your judgment
And my disobedience toward Your commandment
As You propel my commitment.
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your joyous presence
Thank You for checking my sacrifices’ lack of essence
And my heart’s need for upright service-iridescence
As You brighten my servanthood’s rejoicing effervescence.
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your biblical standard
Thank You for reproving my feeling of insufficiency as Your steward
And my displeasure for being a coward
As You enclose my submission around Your compassion’s guard.
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your lawful principle
Thank You for listening to my prayer that’s sincerely simple
And my struggle causing worrisome ripple temple
As You direct my worship to Your holy temple.
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your perfection-finishing
Thank You for attending to my frustration’s languishing
And my discouragement against advancement-flourishing
As You watch over my consecration by Your gracious furnishing.
Lord God, You are my vessel Repairer… along Your blessed peacefulness
Thank You for increasing my faith needing steadfastness
And my trust that calls for sturdiness
As You discipline my slothfulness.
April 27, 2023
Your shoes are still by the door.
I stepped around them this morning
like stepping around a memory
that doesn’t want to go.
The hallway light
flickers now.
It didn’t used to.
I thought maybe
your voice would echo
if I left the door open long enough,
but the house
only hums,
like it’s trying to forget
you ever lived here.
I found your notebook.
The pages were still warm,
some with half a sentence,
some with only one word.
They looked like
they were waiting
for you
to finish.
They say
grief is heavy.
But I think
it feels more like
nothing.
And nothing
is the heaviest thing
I’ve ever held.
A diabolic reality exists within the system
In different organizations, it has become the custom
Competition happens at the bottom
The people at the top are collaborating
The heart is inherently evil
I have not seen God’s eyes
But I have seen the devil’s eyes
In several individuals especially
The ones at the top!
Religion and culture is the driving force
As many try to enforce their agenda!
In this crescendo of a favour for a favour
Many cannot see the error of their behaviour!
In reality, competition happens at the bottom
The people at the top are collaborating to enforce their agenda
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Fruit flies abuzz everywhere
Some fly here and some land plop
Doesn't matter if it is on fruit or poop.
Then they have the nerve to land in my stew
I think they have the right to life, but then.
They'd have sex and hatch oodles.
Two thousand more at a time
Even though I try not to keep score, see.
Swarms of them are too many to please me.
Drosophila melanogaster, go.
Setting some traps with fruit bait
They enter can't leave, trapped, stay.
Guess what, they have sex, and she lays her eggs.
In a short time, maggots start their ascent.
Well, throw them out, those pesky nuisances.
I thought I had them conquered.
I assumed the house was free.
Then to my surprise, one zoomed in my ear.
I was furious, angry as could be.
Up my nose one flew, to my amazement.
I blew and blew, used some spray.
I can hear him buzz today.
#Who_What_are_you?
Confused and trapped inside my little self, your questions exacerbated my confusion, wished I answered better, but I was lost too, inside. Emotional abnormalities, some would think I suffered bipolar, knowing not the extent of my suffering, I was just unplugged from making meaning of who or what I was
Zooming out of friendships, conversations, crowds and relationships, wished specialist may fed my saroundings with better meanings, for I failed, tired from being unable, tired from being not understood, by myself too. Who or what you are? Please don't ask
In me answers reside not but more similar questions piles up, daily, think my brains are to blow, wanna return to my mother's womb, maybe there, no one would ask me anything but then I'm here, who or what am I?
After 29 years of abject confusion and disorientation, a user manual shoved into my vision, to navigate myself to my lifelong questions. Found my ancestors at end of my long trace, waiting so impatiently; you are us , they said and they continued; go and show them us. then what am I? For people have asked
You are not basic but a rare seed we saw fit to plant on mother African soil, you are a torch bearer, a voice for the voiceless, a salvager, a mending wall, a spirit evoker, cauldron of wisdom and knowledge, you are omnipotent, go and show them, for they want to hear but they will instead see. Who or what you are?
#Poetic_Ink
Yes, we are the future,
We’re of a new age;
Yes, we are the new troopers;
New soldiers on the new page
We are God’s children
We are His vision
We are our parent’s new dreams
Let us awaken and be seen
We are God’s children
And we have a right to be heard
Yes, we should be obedient
But also we shall not be ignored
5/22/19
A dedication to students..
~Steven David*Taevyn Watson*Breckinridge Parra*
Jaden Stabler*
Tiaharraylnn Cole*Christian Wood*Jaden Sorensen*
Colton Turek*
Andrew Moffit*Joe Williams*Ronnie Cross*Amber Barnes*
Phoebe Klimek*
Luis Novelo*
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
~ You're Very Special ~
( Triolet )
God really cares and loves every man
You're so special to Him in every way
For you He has only the best of plan
God really cares and loves every man
With Him in all we can very tall stand
Praise the Lord for all He does night and day
God really cares and loves every man
You're so special to Him in every way.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
August.09.2017
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13(KJV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
-Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
Proverbs 3:5 (KJV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
Just to clarify, this time in this particular piece I used the Triolet English version.
the night i realized i could never fall in love again
i saw a white bird at 3:13 AM
contoured,
unobscured by the darkness,
gliding above the black SUV
where i smuggled my rotting flesh,
harbored beyond the shore of throbbing bodies,
bathed in blue light
in a country where i could never be understood
the night i realized i could never fall in love again
i saw a white bird at 10:15 PM,
unconfined, its primary covert
donning the grey spell of clouds
where it found its refuge,
drifting through my weary eyes
are you tired of me yet?
your porcelain hands fractured beneath my stubborn grip,
your fragments surrendered to the current,
destined to wash upon someone else's coast
i gave myself to you
until nothing remained
your life became unwillingly tangled in mine,
and though my miserly delusions
spoiled long ago,
their memories still root themselves like thorns,
piercing my skull
i cannot stop the bleeding
i wish i could apologize,
for you do not deserve to remain imprisoned
inside the amber haze
i selfishly refuse to bury
although i released you several years ago,
i still slit my wrists daily,
just to let the blood leech
my bitter, dried-up heart
i wish you knew
i do not know another way to exist
no poem,
no human,
no touch
can return spilled blood to my veins
on one of the many nights
my heart was drained of its warmth,
i dreamt i gave birth to a baby girl
painfully, miserably,
i folded inward,
with no one
inside my blurred horizon
i only cry openly in my sleep,
because it is the only place
where i see things as they are
without the diluted disguise of hope,
without the beguiled assurances
of my narrowing reality
i remember i can never fall in love again
every moment i fail to love myself enough
to entrust this emaciated body
to another soul
the day i knew it was time to carve this godforsaken life into stone,
i saw no white bird at no particular time
i sat motionless
on a train that would not stop
for my strangled sobs,
for a stalled existence as pathetic as mine
so, with tears i could not suppress
retracing the map of my bloodshot face,
i engraved
what i had known
since the day you left:
my own death sentence.
The birds are falling from an ashen sky
Landscapes are crumbling beneath our Empire
Hot breath from the world to shallow to cry
What have we done? Our greedy desire
I feel you in my soul, cry for your pain
Though I'm too helpless to reach out my hand
My heart is corrupt and so is my brain
I feed off your blood, Don't you understand?
I speak words of sorrow, then turn my head
Show no pity as I pollute your veins
Claim you're not dying, you're already dead
From oceans of garbage and acid rains
I stole all I could with my disdain
All that's left, will be an empty domain
4/24/18
Author Dana Redricks
June 24, 2023
Oh dear friend, I hear your pain, and I know that life can feel like a chain. But remember, there’s beauty all around, and love and hope can always be found.
When the weight of the world feels too heavy to bear, just close your eyes and take a deep breath of air. Think of all the moments that brought you joy, and know that happiness is not just a ploy.
Though it may seem like darkness is all you see, there’s a light that shines bright, just waiting for thee. So spread your wings and soar high, and let your heart and soul touch the sky.
You are loved and valued, my dear friend, and your journey on this earth is not at an end. So hold on tight, and never let go, for there’s a beautiful life waiting for you to show.