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Father even now,
IA Prayer for OUR CHILDREN -My Lord
I don't know what to say.
Yet I know what to say, let your will your way be done in our children's life's.
These children whom you have placed before us,
on loan unto us.
We speak love, we speak life, we speak your purpose your will
And your life we speak sweet surrender unto you oh! Lord.
A Prayer for OUR CHILDREN -My Lord
In your will your purpose take the love of the world out of them do what you do so well Lord We ask for your grace your mercy
We ask that you would feed them spiritually as well as naturally,
instant set a watch before them you O' Lord shield and guide them.
Daddy, would you O' Lord redeem the time unto you
Ooh! Lord in your will, your purpose in their lives
A Prayer for OUR CHILDREN -My Lord
Your way in their lives Oh! Lord we ask that you would shelter them
Keep them take the love of the world out of them do what you do so well Lord
We ask for your grace, your mercy set a watch before them
O' Father we ask that you would redeem the time in Jesus name,
your children your Grace your Mercy your love in Jesus name I pray thank God Amen
A Prayer for OUR CHILDREN -My Lord
In their life Lord have you way in their life's this moment on
Hallelujah Amen
4/19/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
July 31 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 43-47
Key Verse – Jeremiah 46:28 Fear thou not, O Jacob my servant, saith the LORD: for I am with thee; for I will make a full end of all the nations whither I have driven thee: but I will not make a full end of thee, but correct thee in measure; yet will I not leave thee wholly unpunished.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY CORRECTION STANDARD
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst snares of iniquity around transgression-captivity
Thank You for keeping me within Your pardon of wondrous serenity
Along Your driving sovereign authority
For my enjoyment in Your promised eternal security.
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst evil wickedness
Thank You for leading me to walk upon Your statutes’ truthfulness
Along Your sanctifying holiness
For my righteousness against worldliness’ destructiveness.
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst corruption’s consumption and filthiness' abomination
Thank You for disciplining me of my disobedience with Your compassion
Along Your exhorting admonition
For my victory by Your purification to involve in Your great commission.
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst threats against vow-performance
Thank You for nourishing me with Your sustenance
Along Your watchful guidance
For my warning from being a failure due to vain arrogance.
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst woe and sorrow-caused sighing
Thank You for shielding me so in Your perfect will, I’ll keep on staying
Along Your caring comfort and concern in my moments of crying
For my courage to face challenges, grievously trying.
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst desolation’s wastage of rejection voltage
Thank You for saving me from hell-fire damage and eternal hostage
Along Your ready provision against calamity’s shortage
For my peace while savouring Your granted everlasting heritage.
Lord God, You are my correction Standard
midst fear’s torture as well as deceit's culture
Thank You for purifying me with Your forgiveness-nurture
Along Your perfect Word of sin-smiting gesture
For my triumph in soaring toward faith-venture.
July 31, 2023
Gimme your best shot
Why the hell not
And let the both of us
Play an unfriendly game
Of pick up Camel
Straw's and stick's
And the winner
Is or will be decided
By whomever
Break's as many backs
As either you or I
Or at very least
Failing that
Gets the most backs up
And being it's a Camel
It sure as hell
Has to be at very least
More than the very minimum of 2
Otherwise what's the use
We may just as well
Play
Water
V
Sand
And see who eventually makes it
Out of the desert
Full of sand
Onto beach sand
And then we can quibble
And compare
Sand
V
Sand
As we die of thirst
As neither of us
Can drink or survive
On salt water
Proving the point
The only thing 2 stupid people
Will ever agree on
Is when
And after
That are both
Dead
The other may have in fact had
A valid point
But saying and admitting that
Got your nose out of joint
So ouch so
You had to ram home your point
Throughout the years of bars and fences, several things kept me from falling
My Faith in God, My Mom, My Writing...and, that Freedom Was Always Calling
The nightmare started in "93", shipped off to do a second bid
I knew my mother was hurting deeply from all of the pain her silence hid
Downstate was another dagger, the lonely days, the nights, the "Draft"
In times of peace the seagulls shrieking...and, I could have sworn at me they laughed
Then came Green Haven/the pain continued; those forty months in just a cell
Abundant vermin, to live determined...where most Co's were scarred as well
College courses would keep me focused, mixing with others who sought degrees
To be well rounded my reading varied from Og Mandino to Sophocles
All was good, then times grew darker, by "95" my health had waned
Some forsook me while others wondered how my Trust in God remained
On bended knees I prayed this daily..."Not my will be done, but thine"
Then I was showed One set of "Footprints" which I knew could not be mine
Deliverance came, yes things got better; I thought my sorrows were finally gone
Until I left to live in Fishkill, which in truth was Matteawan
Intellectually I was their equal, they had no choice, but to grin and bear it
For, I knew their books, their words, their history...and many things deemed esoteric
Bogus tickets, the box, harassment, they thought I'd fold from all the stress
Still, what would I be if I didn't suffer?...a spineless man who acquiesced
People have asked me how I survived it, a prison life sometimes appalling
I inhaled deeply, and finally told them...That Freedom Was Always Calling
Freedom Was Always Calling by Poetiq1der aka Don Simmons
A box on the guardroom table
Near the door, just by the wall
An innocent looking box
Metallic, grey, and small:
A knob or switch on the front,
Memory at times let’s me down
Meant that little gizmo really was
The most important thing in town.
Sent back to Corps Depot though
Nobody then admitted knowing why
I enjoyed the period of lazy ease as
Days then weeks flowed gently by.
Until somebody had this idea,
One of typical military flare and style
And thus I took command of the ,
Guardroom and Police for a while.
Thus the box on the table,
Seemingly innocently asleep,
But at a certain time every morning
I had to check to its steady bleep.
Slow and consistent would signal
Just a normal summers day
Fast and high pitched would mean
Nuclear missiles on their way.
A facile exercise really
Because all It just meant
My last four minutes of life
Were about to be spent,
Not in anything pleasant like
Making love or having a drink
Just four minutes left
To reflect, to sit and think..
They called it Early Warning
in my opinion far too late
Just four short minutes to
Sit and wait inevitable fate.
Mutual Assured Destruction
Would release the nuclear hell
That the prevailing wisdom said
Ensured they’d be dead as well.
In the end I didn’t bother
To run that little daily test.
To help maintain my sanity
I thought it for the best.
And not long after that
Common sense prevailed
My time as guard commander
Being very abruptly curtailed.
Thus for a little while each day
With that button under hand
I became one of that elite of
The most informed in the land
As my little box’s bleep told me
For now the world was still Ok.
Mutually Assured Destruction
Not yet winging on its way.
Celtic Outlier, Lexington, VA
By Sarah Emmett
To Moor – to tie up, to steady, boat
The day of unmooring
Untying
Oh, I try not to sneer: “So you didn’t grow up here?”
The reply “Overseas, yes.”
So you over see what is happening
How we fall apart
“Learn from it” you say
But yet it is immortalized
Huge statues
On even bigger columns
As big as the boxcars that took my people away
Overseeing people going about their business
Being overshadowed
A cause long since lost
A Barbaric civilization
Written in dusty tomes
Tucked away in musty libraries
Upended crosses on motorcycle men
Banalities “The South Will Rise Again”
I cried for days
Great-Great Grandmother’s will
Faded Presbyterian eyes
“Do not sell the boy from the mother until he is 10, then he will choose a trade”
Worried more for her eternal soul than the lives in her stead
I seek for her grave in town
Wanting to rip the marble from the parched earth
Seething over my legacy of enslavement and death
Here are my comments on the creative process that you requested. As a poet, The moment really chose me; I was in Lexington, VA, specifically to write poetry. I’d been writing a lot about COVID, the political, economic, and social ramifications of which took up a lot of my time.
The hardest sentence to write was the sentence about the actual talking with the woman in the store, and how I had to write about the time it happened as well as to bring up the painful memory.
In the first draft, I had a hard time separating myself from the content, I felt it was overly soul-bearing. I kept the part about crying because I did, and it seemed to fit. I also kept the anger, and I never have found her grave. I wanted the poem to feel unsettled. I am still unsettled.
1/2/2021
Ever since day one
Even when I was way young
People so quick to say some
Different places we came from
Wisen up, don't play dumb
Hard days may come
Will or won't find out what your really made of
Remained sober or continued to take drugs
In the background, is a faint hum
On a daily basis it rains tons
Far too often I stayed numb
Resulting in the same buzz
A different chemical composition and make up
Whether or not times were strange and tough
Got to change it up, or you'll remain stuck
It takes a lot more than wit and discipline
On either side of the prime meridian
Close and far from amphibians
As well as pieces of snowflake obsidian
Never did good doing the bare minimum
Or always giving in
Among a world full of carcinogens
On course or an off kilter equilibrium
Until the point of oblivion
Bulls are forceful, mean, snorting and focused on the person or thing they want to charge or destroy.
My first bully as a child was an unhealed parent.
No difference really, except that one is very large with horns and is an animal, that's right, no difference.
As an animal lover, I don't blame the bull, he was born with instincts, naturally instilled in him from birth.
As a child I was born with instincts as well, to survive by bonding with my parents.
What happens when those parents are abusive and like bulls they want to destroy you instead?
They end up having children like little bulls in a china shop. They become anxious, depressed, nervous, and sometimes get ptsd.
Can you imagine a bull in a china shop?
It's a disaster, yes a total disaster.
So far it has been fun
Mostly with past conditioning to be undone
But if we truly wish with God to be one
Our flow of awareness must be unbroken
Through waking
Dreaming
Deep sleep
Turiya where bliss seeps
And finally turiyatita
Samadhi nirvikalpa
Such is what the practices asks
Even as we in childlike trust bask
Within the magnetic current
To which we are ever sentient
Slipping from waking into slumber
At which instant falls the tumbler?
Within the dream state what is our response
Do we lead or simply react in a trance
Likewise from dreaming to deep sleep and the fourth
Identity vaporised how does our awareness spring forth
Such are the questions
In this practice mentioned
With the remedy too offered
To awake us from our stupor
The steps involve both a focused mentality
As well as breathing with sound in physicality
The mental aspect requires a shift in our orientation
Taking all states of being as a rehearsal enacted in elation
Meaning thereby that we take all states including waking
To be in effect a practice session for before God performing ...
One day
Any day
Today
We must first take our time to reorient our awareness
That viewing all states as a dream is instinctive responsiveness
Will this take a whole lifetime?
Who knows save the divine sublime!
Next the physicality of breathing with noise
Gently ensuring that we never lose our poise
It may perhaps be substituted by the inner sound current
In case we are to the everpresent inner hum sentient
The trick being that even during the dream we retain focus
With the sound or hum we choose as the central locus
It is preferable
Some sages say even essential
That the sound be within the void of the Vishuddha
There being latent dangers if we choose Anahata or Ajna
The posture too should be while lying down on our back
Straight as a rack
We then practice this secret technique for as long as it takes
To be ever awake
Unbroken awareness
God connectedness
20-August-2020
To live with integrity is to practice honesty…
Indeed godly wisdom* we must uphold with sincerity
While thanking the heavenly Father Who in His wise sovereignty
Surely brought us salvation-enlightenment along scriptural Christianity.
To labor well involves great sacrifices…
Indeed godly work-ethics we must manifests in our services
While thanking the Lord Who in His righteous forces
Surely pours to us provisions by His grace that blesses.
To stay faithful is a virtue to nurture…
Indeed godly motto we must exemplify midst temptations that torture
While thanking Christ Who in His holiness-posture
Surely empowers us with transforming faith-adventure.
To trust God one hundred percent is never to doubt His Word…
Indeed godly declaration we must show in our trust-anchored record
While thanking the Saviour Who in His being the omnipotent Lord
Surely protects us with His Spirit’s sword.
To draw nigh to God is impossible without coming to Him in prayer-fellowship…
Indeed godly principle we must express in our worship
While thanking the Master Who in His infallible leadership
Surely builds us up in His caring friendship.
To serve God is a vow of dedication…
Indeed godly advice we must assert through His instruction
While thanking the Creator Who in His revered perfection
Surely sanctifies us from every transgression.
To abide in God’s will is a serious commitment…
Indeed godly counsel we must remind with earnest sentiment
While thanking the Holy Spirit Who in His inerrant discernment
Surely rewards us for our worthy involvement, investment as well as achievement.
*1Chronicles 22:12 Only the LORD give thee wisdom and understanding, and give thee charge concerning Israel, that thou mayest keep the law of the LORD thy God.
June 20, 2019