Long Bethel Poems
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Glassen calm can stretch remoteness _________ distant pale blue
As clouds sink in the glazed stillness ____ of smoothly waned blue
Lilting soft breath whispers gently ~~~~~~ unfurling sail blue
Waves bend in diamond laughter ~~~ beaming upon gale blue
Away, the wayward breeze gushes ))))) bashing into bane blue
Yonder abyssal, sublimed beyond black )))))) what insane blue
Gelid gal, night-kissed scarlet eclipses ********** wind vane blue
Absorbed gasps thru-hulled thru and thru, to see-through vain blue
__________~~~~~~~~~~****/)****~~~~~~~~~__________
Liquesced ~~~ where those multiple blues~~~ churn deveined hues
(9/20/2020 ’90 Bayliner 3888 Bethel Harbor)
WoodStock - Fifty Years Ago August 15-19, 2019
I knew nary a whit about
rock n roll history
soon to unfold August fifteen –
eighteen ninety sixty nine
mollycoddled, nestled,
obliviously preoccupied
bajillion miles away
attending Baker Park Day Camp
within Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
innocently naive shy lad
hidebound, yours truly
to prefer tried and true familiar turf
quite limited radius
circumscribed physical world,
yes quite sheltered proximity, where
birth family resided
324 Level Road Collegeville
outward bound sphere
comprised safe circumference
nsync within unhealthy insecurity
arising, whereabouts arbitrarily
drawn circle defined mine safe haven
hence, ignorance prevailed
encompassing world at large,
hence bajillion miles distant
Max Yasgur's 601 acre (2.4 km²)
dairy farm in the town
of Bethel, New York,
asper outside realm consciousness
pertaining to yours truly
absolute zero awareness,
where stripling, (and stripped bare) youths,
some approximately twice my age
immersed themselves into
unforgettable experiences of lifetime,
which Woodstock Music, and Art
rock music festival teases
fanciful overactive imagination
speculating buzzfeeding aural
oral, nasal, tactile, visual... senses
ruing, lamenting, bemoaning...
owning cowardly risk averse
demeanor shielding self
against bazaar panoply
augmenting exposure inviting
bizarre phenomena,
versus being tethered
predictably within familiar bubblicious
range umbilical cord (albeit figurative)
linkedin (courtesy known environment)
allowing, enabling, and providing regret
(benefit of 20/20 hindsight)
to tweezer what if...scenario
transcending comfort zone,
which looming fear of unknown
hogtied opportunity to sample novel
adventures (as opposed to reading
such tales of daring do sequestered
as avid bookworm) expending hours
as quiet natured kid (rarely heard or seen),
and reading still predominant passion
providing passive access, now
finding me remonstrating the detriment
against exhibiting proactive modus operandi.
The rough and rugged place.
The rough and rugged place is meant to be a safe place.
It’s a place where we go to pray and fellowship.
It is the sanctuary of God; it promotes growth, so we should never stay away.
A place where there is sometimes dismay, discord, and misunderstanding.
Where broken people congregate to pray, sing, and testify of God's amazing grace.
Christ alone must always be our focus here.
It is a place where everyone is special and safe in His care.
The rough and rugged place.
It is like a hospital for sinners seeking grace, so let no one turn you off from obtaining His grace.
But let's hold someone's hand as we take a stand to advance the master plan.
We must begin to value everyone and take a united stand against Satan's distractions, who want to destroy God's plan by sowing discord among faithful Christians.
The rough and rugged place.
There is still no better place to unite our efforts in praise and celebration as we raise salvation's anthem.
a place where we pray to become more like Christ, just as He intended for each man.
The rough and rugged place.
God dwells in this place, so we can behold Him face-to-face because of His saving grace provision.
Let's stay connected to this rough and rugged place despite the ups and downs, the criticism, the backbiting, and the challenges we may face.
The rough and rugged place.
One may be scoffed at, ridiculed, or even neglected and made to think you don’t fit in, but stand strong in His strength and never be shaken.
It’s a shelter, a Bethel, and a house of refuge because Christ is its foundation.
The rough and rugged place can be the best and sweetest place, but sometimes it can be a bitter and unkind place.
The rough and rugged place.
A place where you can rest in God's arms because soon Jesus will come and take us to the promised land.
So be faithful as you worship at the rough and rugged place called The Church.
There is a rough and rugged place somewhere near you, so next time you are there, just be nice to someone, as we never know that they may be contemplating leaving the rough and rugged place because someone was mean or unkind in their interactions.
Another prophet living near the town of Bethel
was enlightened of the events by his sons quite well.
This man determined this stranger as someone to know.
He then asked his sons, “On which road did this prophet go?”
After the sons told him, he said, “Saddle my donkey.”
The Bethel prophet then embarked on a short journey
until he encountered the man from Judah to see.
The prophet from Judah rested under an oak tree.
When asked if he were the man, he replied, “I am he”
The man from Bethel said, “Won’t you please come home with me?
I am also a prophet. An angel came to be
a messenger to instruct to take you home with me.
When we arrive there, we shall eat, drink, and be merry.”
However, this old prophet’s words were mendacity.
When seated at the table, the Lord God then conveyed
words to the Judah prophet because he disobeyed:
“You have not followed my orders in this time you roam.
Therefore, you shall not live long enough to return home.”
The old prophet and his sons helped the man on his way.
However, the Judah man did not get far that day.
As the young prophet journeyed on his way to Zion,
he would be confronted and murdered by a lion.
Passersby on the road then would be able to see
the body of the dead prophet next to the donkey.
Word came to the old prophet and his sons in Bethel.
He and his sons traveled to where the body would dwell.
They brought the body back to be buried in the land
of the Bethel prophet, who would then make this demand:
After I die, bury my remains next to this man.
He was true to the Lord God as one possibly can.
As prophets are, it will be hard to find another.
Therefore, I consider this prophet as my brother.
From the First Book of Kings in the Old Testament
January 12 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 34-36
Key Verse – Genesis 35:3 And let us arise, and go up to Bethel; and I will make there an altar unto God, who answered me in the day of my distress, and was with me in the way which I went.
FAITH IN GOD WHO LEADS US TO ARISE
God leads us to arise, lifting us away from defiling transgression
Letting our souls, by faith to cleave to Him around His compassion…
Love He bestows upholds us in His peace-brightened vision
Lord of our lives is He Who meets us in our fellowship’s session.
God leads us to arise, longing for us to dwell in His promised land
Letting our eyes, by faith to find pleasure in His gracious command…
Love He grants drives us from deceitful and reproaching band
Lord of our lives is He Who propels us to follow His guiding hand.
God leads us to arise, listening to us with His hearkening mercy
Letting our hearts, by faith to delight in His honourable clemency…
Love He endows moves us to behold His commission’s urgency
Lord of our lives is He Who provides us substantial sufficiency.
God leads us to arise, liberating us from spoiling religious strain
Letting our aims, by faith to increase our trust toward service-gain…
Love He showers preserves us to be worshipful along His reign
Lord of our lives is He Who soothes us in our weariness-pain.
God leads us to arise, lightening us up in our pursuit for holiness
Letting our commitment, by faith to offer with sacrifice-willingness…
Love He gives builds up our testimony against worldliness
Lord of our lives is He Who molds us for fruitfulness’ worthiness.
God leads us to arise, lavishing us with His blessings’ flow
Letting our gratitude, by faith to express our praise-glow…
Love He instills prevails over our distress’ blow
Lord of our lives is He Who settles our tomorrow.
God leads us to arise, loosening us away from carnality’s blight
Letting our strength, by faith to cling to His enduring might…
Love He pours prods us to bear His name midst courage against fright
Lord of our lives is He Who communes with us along prayer-delight. Amen!
January 12, 2025
MINI VACATION
sweetness of four days
off in a row
to pitter, to dream, to combat
the clutter and dust, even the walls
how have i missed that? to dream
on paper with dot to dots, morse
code – oh, help-me-not! so relaxed
like a mini vacation 24/7 – no rush
the slow grind of coffee beans –
taking moment to filter the smell through
my nose, the ah and ah, having time
on my side. the interlude of grands
their giggle girl laughs, rolling eyes,
oh – their sweet hugs, i can’t buy
and the birthday of a g-son too far
away – hope he had fun, a good one!
a lone pink cloud comes into sight
brimming at the window’s corner,
more of pink and lavender, like
eyelid shades. it’ going to be a pretty day,
my last day before work calls my name.
the wall of books surround me, poetry
of course – Langston Hughes, Carl Sandburg;
Unsinkable and even Little House On The Prairie
and first season of Downton Abbey – lotsa
chattering in that one (missing Poldark)
and just a scintilla of news, only a tiny bit
ah, yes, a vacation of sorts. and the best part –
visiting my folks, a day trip – asking my dad
questions that prompt his eyes to light up.
and to inundate me with so many details –
of water holes near the tracks, of Bethel Island,
of not eating ever, as he recalls in his childhood
memory sleepy state. a movie with mom.
perhaps an Oscar for LaLa Land. two great
big hugs as i leave. i needed this week!
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Taunting nightmares emerge in the night
Wiggling their way through the gray to appear
In sharp colored images of the acute hindsight
Shooed away from the light of reality’s sear
Torched to misty nothings in busy moments
Endlessly they wait for the dark they don’t fear
Damned is the path that flows with heart’s intent
Doubly damned in the wishful forgetting
Rousing demons that thrive on torments
Etching, they grind-scratch in a bloodletting
Amorphous artists that rearrange the real
Making sure there’s a sensed regretting
Zealously, they carve into the now surreal
(8/25/2020: ’96 Sea Ray 400; Bethel Is.)
Alas, those days are gone! So long Argentina!
Deprived by vaccine law! Must do or be fool-dead!
Viral fear so rapid, the gene-techs’ in fast rev
Ending the long debate, big pharm governs mandates!
No talk of tried and true, gene-play is in fashion
Though it has been decades, with research showing naught
Usurping panic won, in careful thought’s adieu
RNA induction, into cells muscular
Everyone producing, proteins of a microbe!
Spike me with this logic, for I’ll become hostess
Stranger no more to me, I make the antigens!
Of nucleic acid shots, none are like polio…
Now the scientific fad’s gene manipulation
Even in infant phase, unready for the stage!
(12/21/2021: Meridian 342 Bethel Island)
I’m walking with Missy,
The sun in my face.
I may call it Bethel;
The Lord’s in this place.
When we go a-walking,
He’s here by my side,
And I can’t escape him;
I know, ‘cuz I’ve tried.
When I was a young man,
To Joppa, I went.
It wasn’t a whale that
The good Lord then sent;
He gave me a shovel
To dig my own pit
and built me a ladder
to climb out of it.
Appears that the stories
Of Scripture are true;
You don’t have to look hard
To find one ‘bout you.
It’s sort of amazing;
it’s funny, you know.
It seems when we read them,
Our faith’s sure to grow.
’Tis said nothing changes
Here under the sun.
Yes, God’s seen it all,
He’s never outdone.
So eat and be merry,
The sun in your face.
Find joy here in Bethel;
The Lord’s in this place.
There was at one time a woman judge named Deborah.
She lived in the high land between Bethel and Ramah.
This wife of Lappidoth held court under some great palms.
Ephraim was the place where she would settle many qualms.
Deborah proved to be a prophetess of God’s word.
The Lord’s voice was what through her sounds the people had heard.
She sent Barak with his command of ten thousand men
coming from the tribes of Naphtali and Zebulun,
to Mount Tabor against the army of King Jabin.
This king ruled Canaan from the city of Hazor.
For twenty years, he was Israel’s big tormentor.
Sisera was Jabin’s general and commander.
He and Barak’s men would fight at the Kishon River
Deborah went with Barak and his men to Kedesh
They killed the enemy with no sign of living flesh.
Sisera escaped and retreated running away.
He would meet Jael at her tent later on that day.
She was the wife of Heber, a friend to King Jabin.
Jael offered Sisera shelter and asked him in.
She would move toward Sisera when he was asleep
Jael took a tent peg to his head and plunged it deep.
Barak appeared to her searching for the enemy.
Jael took him in to show Sisera’s dead body.
A short time later, King Jabin of the Canaanites,
would be defeated and killed by the Israelites.
Deborah and Barak then sang in celebration.
They praised the Lord for all Israel’s liberation.
There was great joy and elation among their loud cheers.
Peace would then be with the Lord’s people for forty years!
From the Old Testament Book of Judges