Long Awfulness Poems
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August 15 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 10-13
Key Verse – Jeremiah 10:6 Forasmuch as there is none like unto thee, O LORD; thou art great, and thy name is great in might.
HEART THAT LEARNS FROM THE LORD WHO IS GREAT
Our heart learns from the Lord Who is great as regards His salvation
Indeed, rescuing us, sinners, once slain in iniquities’ destruction
So that we can live with assured redemption
Along His granted eternal adoption.
Our heart learns from the Lord Who is great as regards His forgiveness
Indeed, transforming us, rebels, once condemned to hell’s awfulness
So that we can walk in His righteousness
Along His divine steadfastness.
Our heart learns from the Lord Who is great as regards His authority
Indeed, sanctifying us, transgressors, once devoid of holiness’ purity
So that we can testify about His powerful majesty
Along His promised everlasting security.
Our heart learns from the Lord Who is great as regards His commitment
Indeed, teaching us fools, once in need of His wisdom’s fulfillment
So that we can gain from His truth for faith-enhancement
Along His heavenly bestowment.
Our heart learns from the Lord Who is great as regards His might
Indeed, dealing with us skeptics, once blinded against spiritual sight
So that we can be illumined for our conversion delight
Along His doctrines, always right.
Our heart learns from the Lord Who is great as regards His perspective
Indeed, correcting us humanists, once negative to Scriptures’ imperative
So that we can surrender to His Word that is constantly assertive
Along His Bible-propelled directive.
Our heart learns from the Lord Who is great as regards His victory
Indeed, enabling us a nobody, once worthy of fury’s misery
So that we can triumph in declaring the Gospel story
Along His glory while serving Him in His territory.
August 15, 2026
November 4 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on John 3-4
Key Verse – John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
FAITH IN GOD WHO GIVES ETERNAL LIFE
God gives eternal life by His light
Thankful are we to Him for salvation’s everlasting might
Letting our faith abide in His Word’s delight
To witness His miracles, wondrously right.
God gives eternal life by His Word’s immutability
Thankful are we to Him for redemption’s surety
Letting our faith conquer deceit and falsity
To testify about His power of sovereign authority.
God gives eternal life by His lovingkindness
Thankful are we to Him for re-creation’s greatness
Letting our faith increase in His truthfulness
To declare His Gospel against hell’s awfulness.
God gives eternal life by the Holy Ghost
Thankful are we to Him for seeking us who are lost
Letting our faith trust His sacrifice-cost
To praise Him always, first and foremost.
God gives eternal life by His regeneration-act
Thankful are we to Him for justification, divinely exact
Letting our faith triumph by Scriptural wisdom-fact
To become victorious in serving Him midst obedience-impact.
God gives eternal life by His compassion’s gift
Thankful are we to Him for sanctification’s uplift
Letting our faith soar high and never drift
To continue by His guidance against unbelief’s rift.
God gives eternal life by His offered relationship
Thankful are we to Him for His sweet fellowship
Letting our faith follow His leadership
To worship Him while enjoying His ministry-partnership.
November 4, 2025
In the blushing sunrise,
Rose gold and luscious lavender,
Promising that daybreak…
Stirs souls to hear God’s laughter,
Sings of all the pleasures…
Revealed when light erases the dark,
Leaving the night without the teasing
Stars, the quiet moon or the roaring
Winds, whispering softly over the life…
In the bluish pink skies,
Nature’s song pours out her peace,
In notes as gentle as the rainfall,
Moving the prayers to kiss
Away the melancholic dreams,
Filling the heart with a sense of relief,
Abandoning doubt and insecurity,
Telling the thoughts to believe, just believe…
In the heartbroken light,
Falling softly on the spirit who sees…
Remarkable joy, stirring wonders,
Who drift into the beautiful,
Silencing the nocturnal with all its fear,
Muzzling the ache that brings tears,
Inviting the music to play tenderness…
Through the moments who reach out,
Leaving glistening bits of stardust
Wherever the legacy of grace stumbles,
Testing the seas of yesterday’s
Pledge, the words sweating relief….
In the morning, appraise the dewlike
Frosting, cool with the night’s liquid tones,
Erasing the dusky destiny,
Provoking tempting truths, tantalizing
Tidbits of honesty, melting
Away the awfulness of a past dread,
Doubtful and shadowed by sadness,
Coloring the future in blessings,
Sweetest mercy silencing the heartache,
Destroying the hunger, a craving
For what comes alive when the past
Has subsided and hope brings its light…
Sunrise, with all its blushing beauty –
Sings softly, calling out with a music,
Meant for the stars to cling to,
A goodbye to the night, painted with glistening…
Rose and traveling through the dawn,
Like a lingering spirit who knows…
Forever is found in the most simplistic yearning,
Feelings who are always burning…
Seeking to embrace the lingering of a smile,
Painting hearts with heavenly hopes,
Histories acquainted with the most precious love,
Love so alive it sways, dancing quietly,
Amid the leaves of oaks and birth, softening
Strengths who need to be persuaded…
To listen to the beautiful who resonates through autumn,
The beautiful that seeks to bestow…
Her riches on the spirit who lingers on her earth.
You indicated I don’t listen.
I respectfully disagree.
I hear you.
I just don’t like what you have to say.
Pretending to ignore you takes tremendous effort.
Quick to dismiss
that which emanates from a source
other than your own lips –
and it’s not like you’re the only one who likes to hear himself talk.
Trying to sleep
never should be undertaken.
That’s why we fall asleep.
There’s no effort.
Fall’s inevitable.
There’s a season for everything.
But this one’s
short lived
and seemingly doesn’t come as often as it used to
before global warming and other major concerns
evidently.
… thinking about our earlier discussion
makes me wish I lacked lips
and that the cliché about going in
one ear and out the other was more
literal than figurative.
I figure eventually this noise will
QUIET DOWN!
so that trying morphs
to falling
and dreamless sleep supplants
the constant drone of something
terribly wrong.
Panic attacks that
neverend
or seemingly seem so
prior to this pillow talk –
a case for a better
container:
containment is key.
It turns out
that my point of entry
always my biggest nightmare.
Big is such a small word.
I wish it was more attentive
of its status as an anomaly –
just a monosyllabic
monstrosity of awfulness.
B-I-G
A word so tiny
even toddlers
master its annunciation.
BIG!
From that which is so small.
If I said I forgave you
it would be nothing but a lie
but you would not apologize
anyway.
So all this talk is trash.
Be the big one.
Say you’re sorry.
Just refuse for another
Pronouncement
of lackluster
underachievement.
My comfort zone.
I’m sorry.
Yet again.
June 10 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 3
Key Verse – Proverbs 3:6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DIRECTING MY PATHS
Thank You for directing my paths toward righteousness’ fruitfulness
Against sinfulness and wickedness
Despite rebelliousness as well as stubbornness
Enabling me to forsake selfishness with Your holiness.
Thank You for directing my paths toward salvation’s favour
Against hell-torture and tormenting fire’s endeavour
Despite religiosity as well as humanism’s savour
Enabling me to walk along Your heavenly avenue with spiritual fervour.
Thank You for directing my paths toward understanding’s grace
Against confusion and doubt’s trace
Despite intellectualism as well as professionalism’s brace
Enabling me to serve You with Your goodness’ praise.
Thank You for directing my paths toward blessings’ delight
Against departure and escape from chastisements’ sight
Despite frustration as well as losses’ plight
Enabling me to experience Your peace around Your guiding light.
Thank You for directing my paths toward honour’s integrity
Against shame and embarrassment caused by iniquity
Despite awfulness as well as unpleasantness of pride’s vanity
Enabling me to humble down before Your authority.
Thank You for directing my paths toward plenteousness’ increase
Against scarcity and poverty with advancing grease
Despite crises as well as nothingness full of void-crease
Enabling me to trust Your Word that fully frees.
June 10, 2020
Easily are fires put out by tears and fears
There is a heaviness I feel in the darkness
It was once all lit up all around me—
I was so prideful, so immersed in it
I felt so safe and warm, and happy
Who was I really fooling?
I instead wander my miserable dreams
I write to you desperately
And can barely form the words
Just write it, write it,
I need to know the truth:
“What did I do wrong?”
I only tried to salvage us
In this futile vision
I tried to save this world
As the rest of life was crumbling
Who am I but this lost little girl,
Trapped by my own swallowed shame?
Who am I but this mess I made?
These words—these words I have formed
Have broken us
No—
Have broken me
The familiarity of awfulness pervades
I want to crawl into some form of purpose
Because all I can really do is crawl—
But where can any light be found?
Because I cannot face yours
I need one that cannot be put out
By these sobs of remorse
Whatever can I say,
To make this desolation go away?
Whatever can I do,
Whatever can I hope?
I heard in my dreams—
The hollowness,
I heard the word “empty” being repeated,
Being buried into my skin
Becoming a part of me
You say “live”
To fill myself with courage
And confidence that I lack
You say “face it”
While I am staring at what you left behind
All of my emptiness and nothing more
You say “nothing is stopping you”
But oh how you are wrong
Everything about this life is stopping me
My very mind is stopping me
How can you know how that feels?
How can I stand up and face another day?
Without even understanding why I even wake up?
I would much rather wander my dreams,
Waiting for your answer,
Facing the emptiness
That familiar tingle of despair
Than to face reality—
Your cruel silence
My soundless, soulless roar
May 1, 2018
September 20 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Hosea 8-14
Key Verse – Hosea 10:12 Sow to yourselves in righteousness, reap in mercy; break up your fallow ground: for it is time to seek the LORD, till he come and rain righteousness upon you.
HEART THAT SEEKS THE LORD WHO RAINS RIGHTEOUSNESS UPON US
Our heart seeks the Lord Who rains righteousness upon us over our sinfulness…
So gracious is His welcoming goodness
Beyond transgressions’ awfulness
For us to respond with worshipfulness.
Our heart seeks the Lord Who rains righteousness upon us over our misbehaviour…
So merciful is His transforming endeavour
Beyond stubbornness’ fervour
For us to surrender with submission to the Saviour.
Our heart seeks the Lord Who rains righteousness upon us over our hesitation…
So forceful is His encouraging exhortation
Beyond inability’s reaction
For us to follow with determination.
Our heart seeks the Lord Who rains righteousness upon us over our inconsistency…
So ready is His accommodating clemency
Beyond work-ethics’ complacency
For us to serve with persistency.
Our heart seeks the Lord Who rains righteousness upon us over our fright…
So effective is His empowering might
Beyond cowardice’s sight
For us to obey with courage-fight.
Our heart seeks the Lord Who rains righteousness upon us over our timidity…
So available is His guiding authority
Beyond weakness’ tenacity
For us to stand with humility.
Our heart seeks the Lord Who rains righteousness upon us over our downfall…
So gentle is His inviting call
Beyond frustrations’ gall
For us to continue with victory along faith’s hall.
September 20, 2026
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long into the night.
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of our awfulness, kept for
the day of wrath. Careless,
never; He eyes antiquity.
Once upon a summer’s eve, when I was younger, I met a person over the phone.
She was the concerned mother of my daughter’s new best 14-year-old friend, Sandra Bone.
Our conversation led to psychical stories, when suddenly she asked, “What are you doing right now?”
Nothing, I replied. “Then we’re coming over,” says she, me and my dog, a malamute chow.
They arrived 12 minutes later, which did not give me any time to put the place back into place.
Twelve months would not have been enough, if I honestly had really wanted to save a bit of face.
I know you from another lifetime, she told me. I have eighty-four percent Indian blood, Cherokee.
I was curious, but alone too, and was hoping she did not have a weapon or the mean streak of three.
We ate cookies and drank lemonade ‘til she asked, “Where’s the wall that cannot be painted any color but pink?”
I was horrified at divulging so much to a complete stranger, wishing I’d remembered what loose lips sink.
It’s a mess, I warned her, but she was already running upstairs with her fluffy somber faced gray dog, a giant cuss.
The dog, Sky, shot straight up in the air as we rounded that dreaded cold-spot corner, and bound outside, past us.
The screen door slammed, we heard it loud and clear, but Sky did not stop running until he had reached the car.
“I’m a witch she told me,” I can sense stuff, and someone got hurt here, from awfulness, they got an awful scar.”
I was really feeling uncomfortable now, in my own house, wishing my uninvited company would go home.
They left two hours later, this strange woman and her sensitive dog, and I sat down and wrote out this poem.
Once upon a summer’s eve, when I was younger, I met a person over the phone.
She was the concerned mother of my daughter’s new best 14-year-old friend, Sandra Bone.
Our conversation led to psychical stories, when suddenly she asked, “What are you doing right now?”
Nothing, I replied. “Then we’re coming over,” says she, me and my dog, a malamute chow.
They arrived 12 minutes later, which did not give me any time to put the place back into place.
Twelve months would not have been enough, if I honestly had really wanted to save a bit of face.
I know you from another lifetime, she told me. I have eighty-four percent Indian blood, Cherokee.
I was curious, but alone too, and was hoping she did not have a weapon or the mean streak of three.
We ate cookies and drank lemonade ‘til she asked, “Where’s the wall that cannot be painted any color but pink?”
I was horrified at divulging so much to a complete stranger, wishing I’d remembered what loose lips sink.
It’s a mess, I warned her, but she was already running upstairs with her fluffy somber faced gray dog, a giant cuss.
The dog, Sky, shot straight up in the air as we rounded that dreaded cold-spot corner, and bound outside, past us.
The screen door slammed, we heard it loud and clear, but Sky did not stop running until he had reached the car.
“I’m a witch she told me,” I can sense stuff, and someone got hurt here, from awfulness, they got an awful scar.”
I was really feeling uncomfortable now, in my own home, wishing my uninvited company would go home.
They left two hours later, this strange woman and her sensitive dog, and I sat down and wrote out this poem.