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At a time when a vital organ of mine began to fail,
I thought that was the beginning of the end.
The miserable mind plunged in the abyss of despair,
for modern medicines seemed not to work.
As I reached the fading edge of optimism,
receiving the destiny’s signal for departure,
I submitted to the benevolence of the Almighty,
prayed for His blessings for miraculous cure .
I found in the gloom of the dismal nights,
His light illumine the darkness of the future.
My soul sailed in the sea of faith as never before,
and my organ got the divine healing touch.
I got a changed life as the epiphany dawned
with new sunrise in the firmament of consciousness,
my senses felt the essence of His munificence,
and I realized the power of prayer.
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August 27, 2022
Contest : The Epiphany That Changed Your Life Forever
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
In the languishing life’s listless landscape,
the paved path along convolute contours of uncertainty,
winds undefined to the fading fringe of time future,
beyond the perception of the toiling time present.
Away from the throb of the bustling life in galaxy glare,
in the somber path the stretched shadows of the past
drape the cobblestones with dense darkness,
echoing the sigh of my broken dreams, I hear.
The template of trampled time holds the debris of desire,
as I walk dismayed in the befuddled state of stupor,
following the invisible compass crafted for me
by the supreme creator of the dormant destiny.
My twilight time is tinged by the garnet specks of spent sun,
sinking down the horizon shrouded by discontent dust.
With the cornucopia of the uplifting life unlived,
I wander bewildered in the last mile of the blind alley.
As the sinister night of ebony despair engulfs me,
firefly of hope flashes with moonbeam filament,
kindling lucent lines of lamps in the dark scary street,
I toil to travel ruffled in the residual time.
I seek the benevolence of the almighty to guide me
in my search of the lighted path to the sublime sanctum
for my sanctified soul to reside in abode of bliss,
and to show me the way out of the dead end street.
The little things in life we often
take for granted and leave out
considering keepstakes and
menmentos, and loved ones
we take for granted are a gift.
Recognize appreciation,
gramercy, benevolence,
respect and graciousness
is often greater than monetary
material goods, Life is extremely
precious therefore cherish every
moment spent with loved ones.
Enjoy every breath awakening
of fresh air, absorbing the rays
from the sun, in nature of
peace and serenity is the most
infinite gift.
June 6 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Job 17-20
Key Verse – Job 19:26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.
HEART THAT BELIEVES WE CAN SEE GOD BY FAITH
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against eternal darkness
By His salvation-graciousness toward our humble gratefulness
Letting us breathe His everlasting life’s blissfulness…
Now, we glorify Him with His magnificent greatness.
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against evil influence
By His sanctification-might toward our holiness-affluence
Letting us enjoy His ready forgiveness’ opulence…
Now, we seek Him with His righteous benevolence.
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against dead spirituality
By His regeneration-divinity toward our worship’s sincerity
Letting us arise through His redemption’s certainty…
Now, we abide in Him with His assured security.
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against haughty pride
By His justification-grant toward our stewardship stride
Letting us come to His throne of supplication’s side…
Now, we call unto Him with His wise counselling guide.
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against weakening mockery
By His power-enablement toward our Christian victory
Letting us trust His Word, devoid of worry…
Now, we beseech Him with His triumphant glory.
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against aimless desperation
By His comfort-consolation toward our radiant transformation
Letting us dwell in His steadfastness’ protection…
Now, we live for Him with His upholding fortification.
Our heart believes that we can see God by faith against death-frightening woe
By His exhortation-gladness toward our courage to overcome sorrow
Letting us delight in His wisdom of truth’s glow…
Now, we serve Him with His assurance along blessings’ flow.
June 6, 2026
"Happiness and sorrow ebb and flow like waves upon a beach,
and I am but a grain of sand."
by poet
I think of myself as nothing more than a sunflower
who, at the hint of first light, turns to face due East
Respectful of dawn, through God's glorious power,
morning stirs my spiritual need, and upon it I feast.
It's not a shortcoming to be generous and humble,
nor a weakness in my character, a burden to bear.
I'm never too proud to ask for help when I stumble
for if I humbly ask for His hand, it will be there.
Defiantly, pride seems to take control before a fall
Arrogance is a foolish trait that becomes a liability
ending in dishonor when the foolhardy hit a wall.
Humility can be a saving grace; but not a disability.
I am just a tiny grain of sand, washed upon a beach,
a speck of dust on Earth, the size of a mustard seed.
I believe by being modest, happiness is in my reach
Content with what little I have, not tempted by greed.
Integrity is an admirable quality in an altruistic mind
Benevolence and compassion are gifts to be lauded
By living an unassuming life, my worth will be defined
without need to be rewarded, praised, or applauded.
November 3, 2021
Your Own Philosophy Statement Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
???THE MONEY, THE MAN & THE BAKER???
In the quiet of the dawn, man was once pure,
Began to crave the bread, its crust allure.
Materialism is mighty like the marvel we foresee.
Man is mesmerized by money's melody.
The baker's hands once honoured, now ignored,
As paper's polluting power swiftly overrode.
The baker's blessings, once a sacred stream,
Are drowned in dreams of dollars, it would seem.
The paper's promise, potent and profound,
Turns trust to turmoil, ties tightly bound.
Until we witness his formidable fall like Naira,
Losing links to legacy, his life woes go higher.
The man, now marred by material might,
Forgets the Baker's bread, the source of light.
The paper's poison permeates his soul,
As greed's grim grips and begins to take its toll.
"I have seen the paper turn a Man against his Maker.
He started getting bread & now he don't respect the baker."
Pride puffs him up like a pompous parade,
Obscuring origins once known, pride promotes his trade.
Forgotten are the fingers, that fashioned his fare,
The Baker's benevolence, no longer beyond compare.
Like a tale of taste and distaste, a truth we find,
That wealth can warp the heart and mind.
So let us not let lucre lead us astray,
But honour the hands that pave our way.
For in the Baker's bread, there's a bond we share,
It's called the gift of grace, beyond compare.
???VICK MANUEL POETRY???
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©? 1st May, 2025.
The almighty takes care of us from above,
as His benevolence showers with relentless love.
The cornucopia of His blessings overflows,
while the ambit of divine ambiance grows
within the sanctum of soul where ecstasy glows.
Fears that haunt us in the darkness of night,
God’s will melts them in the aura of astral light.
His bountiful benediction is like the seamless sea,
submerging the jagged shore of life with serenity,
where boundless joy reaches us on waves of His glory.
Kindness in our hearts we seek, and get from Him
to live devout life filled with empathy to the brim.
Mortal existence is of divine purpose, free of vice,
provides for the distressed ones the needed service,
and over time with His will, one gets copiously wise.
Peace prevails permanently in the mangled mind,
tranquility traces the vanishing trail of agony wind.
The lure of the migrating mirage we blindly pursue,
while the sanctity of sagacious life goes out of view.
That’s when He shows the pathway of wisdom anew.
The wrath of the tormenting times we helplessly face,
but the victim of fright we don’t become with His grace.
We get from Him the gracious gift of sanguine solace,
generating within the essence of peace with certainty.
Yearning for his blessings with devotion without vanity,
the acme of bliss we reach in the realm of eternity.
Notions To Ponder
Ancient sacred Hallowed ground astounds the place where footsteps fear to tread
Complacent sounds among the working poor as they are consumed with dread
Adjacent mounds of prayer that culminate to form the voices in her head
Renascent formations of heavenly dispensations for the reborn and the dead
Movement upward toward the notion of relief
Improvement for the dreary who are consumed by latent grief
Amusement of the masses as the technology imposes like a thief
Inducement of the natural world that defies all logical belief
Anaesthetically disempowered by the nature of mankind
Momentarily devoured by the greedy and unkind
Consequentially showered by thoughts of benevolence and refine
Instrumentally de flowered as one dances in perfect mime
Wondering through time and space to contemplate an afterthought
Pondering upon disgrace as one is feeling over wrought
Plundering the earth defaced as resources can be bought
Encumbering the sacred space of a philosophical astronaut
Divinations and invocations of conceptual devotion
Intonations of elevations that rise above the ocean
Collaborations of condemnations as she is overcome with emotion
Insinuations of contemplations that preside over all the commotion
The End
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
Ramayana, a Hindu epic,
written by saint Valmiki, in Sanskrit
one of the two largest ancient epics,
the first ever poem ever created
many many centuries ago.
It depicts story of Lord Rama
as a kind, fair, brave, soft spoken,
handsome prince, who had
the kind benevolence of gods.
Himself an avatar of lord Vishnu
he was bestowed with divine,
powerful weapons of gods
to be used to fight evil forces.
He won over his consort, Sita,
daughter of King Janak,
in a 'swayamvar', a competition.
Keeping the tradition of honouring
a given word or promise at all costs,
a tradition of his sun god lineage
he went to forest for fourteen years
obeying his father, King Dashrath
and forsake the throne of Ayodhya
for his younger brother Bharata,
as demanded by Queen Kaikayi,
the mother of Bharatha.
He went to forests
with Sita and younger brother Lakshman.
There, he often killed many demons
who had terrorised and killed saints worshipping
peacefully in their holy monasteries,
on latter's requests.
In the 14th year of his banishment,
along with younger brother Lakshman,
with help from his follower Hanuman,
and, King of monkeys, Sugreev,
he fought with King of Lanka, Ravana
a demon King, who had kidnapped Sita
and had wanted to marry her.
After this victory of right over wrong,
and freeing Sita and killing Ravana
he returned to his kingdom Ayodhya
and became the king himself theteafter.
Ramayana, steeped in morality,
depicts duties of relationships,
portraying characters, ideal in nature,
like ideal son, ideal father, ideal servant,
ideal brother, ideal husband and ideal king.
Ramayana has greatly influenced
Hindu poetry, life and culture, thereafter.
Presenting teachings of ancient Hindu sages
in narrative allegory, it intermixes
philosophical and ethical elements.
The characters of Rama, Sita, Lakshman,
Hanuman, Ravana are still revered and worshipped,
in some of the culturally conscious
South and East Asian nations even today.
Two great Hindu festivals,
Dussehra and Deepawali
are celebrated to mark the victory of good over evil,
in India and elsewhere
with fervor and gaiety, every year.
8.6.2020
“The music of serenity echoes in my sanctified soul
with the alluring aria of revelry.” – Quote by Poet
Under the seamless sapphire dome,
overturned with the sparkling sky,
my mind morphs instantly
into an ornate vase of blooming vale,
carved out of rhythmic contours
by the cheerfully cascading essence,
flowing through the bounty of blossom
in the current of earnest passion.
Harbored happily in the shining shore
of the boundless sea of life,
a lone pebble I relentlessly roll
with the timeless tide of time,
caressed by the successive surge
of the incessant ecstasy waves,
spreading on me the embellishment,
ornamented by the pearls of rapture.
Mesmerized by the celestial show in the sky,
performed by the countless stars of joy,
I sail with soulful innate tranquility
in the river of consciousness,
on an unending inner voyage
to the summoning sea of stillness,
where in the leitmotif of heavenly love
I immerse my enticed me.
When the dark clouds of gloom drift
over my mental landscape,
the sordid shadows of sadness
shaped by the dissonance of disturbing times,
configure the pattern of roiling turmoil,
a pensive pilgrim concealed within me
gets a shelter in God’s benign benevolence,
bestowed with the best blessing of bliss
from the cornucopia of His divine grace
as I walk the last mile
with the soul submerged within serenity.