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My Faith

It is not something that I earned by any actions I've taken
The Holy Spirit has discerned that my soul can be awaken
It was a seed that was planted and so protected as it grew
A Gift so blessedly enchanted in the knowing of Him so true

A doubt never occurred in my mind for His Power is too Great
But it's the Love in Him that I find that puts me in this state
So deep within is His Touch of such a Loving and Divine Will
So hard to even describe as much, just too many pages to fill 

It stood with me in my worst days pulling me back up on my feet
Guiding me through all my ways and always making me complete
Each day His great Gift has greeted me and raised my spirit high
In all of His suffering that I see I can't help but breakdown and cry

And I use each and every single tear just in the praise of His Name
I pray that He draws you near in staking out for you your own claim
I pray He touches your heart no matter what stage it is going through
Just realizing is such a big part, how much Jesus truly loves YOU!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member God Be Thanked For My Revival

God be thanked for my spiritual revival
He graciously wrought in my life by His grand arrival
When He saved me from hell’s damnation and sinful survival
Granting me life eternal, assuring me heavenly and divine upheaval.

God be thanked for my revival constantly
As He reminds me to live by faith continuously
And leads me through His Word of truth ceaselessly
So I can abide in Him, relying on His faithful ways confidently.

God be thanked for my revival by His loving kindness 
Healing my carnality-afflicted blindness with His forgiveness
Clearing my blurred vision thru His wisdom’s enlightening brightness
Caring for me with His compassion, uplifting me from me from my weakness.

God be thanked for His revival in the power of His might
Smiting my arrogance to submit to His sovereignty’s height
Reproving me of my disobedience to bring me to what’s right
Upholding me in His strength so that I can always walk in His light.

God be thanked for my revival, making me Spirit-filled
While He meets me in prayer that causes me to be soul-stilled
He deals with me by His precepts, correcting my being self-willed
So I can submit to Him fully, loving and living for Him, so blessedly-thrilled.

God be thanked for my revival as He enables me to go soulwining
To bring the lost to the Savior Who can transform them from sinning  
To fulfil my part for the Great Commission along His consistent training
And help build lives for His glory thru His church, with His love, constraining. 

God be thanked for my revival subduing Satan’s temptation
Despite offences, my Father works for my character-transformation 
Amidst troubles, my Comforter* cheers me, with His joy and compassion
In my struggles, my Lord fights for me, granting me His peace and protection.

*Isaiah 51:3 For the LORD shall comfort Zion: he will comfort all her waste places... 

October 27, 2018
Form: Rhyme

Hallelujah Medical Coverage Reinstated

Hallelujah medical coverage reinstated!

Prior to the morning
of August 15th, 2019
this joker riddled and
judiciously hollerith,  
punched with anxiety
approximately couple weeks earlier

prophetic notification
courtesy public assistance office
Norristown, Pennsylvania
wrought psyche asunder
worse news than plagued
with most pernicious disease

slack jawed rendered me
speechless, and breathless
jobless since...forever
debilitating social anxiety,
plus disabling panic attacks,
an unprovable conjecture

neurological behavioral malady
possibly evident in utero,
if fetal ultrasounds widespread
or hollow needle inserted
into the uterus
sampling amniotic fluid

luck of the draw
ex post facto
accentuated, kickstarted,
under_scored...
extreme tightly coiled tension
evident when ambulatory

evinced frequent rigidity
regarding physical movement
whereby boyhood self
tumbled down stairs
(this based on
anecdotal information),

yet earliest physiological
recollections bring to mind
never feeling relaxed poise
most always stiff movements
affected bodily actions
only as young adult
after experiencing

prolonged social withdrawal
friendlessness, emotional
detachment among family of origin
crippling bouts of
vertigo, racing heart
profuse perspiration

nausea... ad nauseum
eligibility qualified me
to receive social security disability
a congenital trait, I loathe
now more than ever
yes, blessedly grateful

to receive Medicare,
which status evaluated every year
mainly predicated on
increased finances, a
greater chance,
I get struck by lightning
versus garnering monetary windfall.
Form: Bio

The Barren Times

After Halloween, but before the snow,
comes a stretch of time I know
as nothing more than the barren time,
a faded wash-out of northern climes.

Most folks hate it, they say as much,
Ttings get dark, turn to frozen muck,
but in open woods and leafless trees,
I’ve always found a stark beauty.

The undergrowth is now long dead,
and the secrets plain to watching heads.
Giant boulders, pitches and screes,
deer strolling amongst the trees.

The air is crisp and blessedly silent,
free of the buzzing of insects virulent,
leaves crack and crinkle, a dying rug,
and few if any bird-songs are sung.

It’s as if life is put on pause,
momentarily free of nature’s laws.
The wilderness becomes a still-life,
while man and beast await the white.

It ends too quickly as Christmas comes
and a million things have to be done,
but for a week or two it all is mine
the austere breath of the barren times.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Easy Picking

I will leave this world kicking – 
(the Reaper would have it easier elsewhere);
I will not leave without sticking~like glue, 
to the places I love and to those for whom
I care – believing that only a life poorly lived 
would just let go, give-up without a fight – counting
all the sweaty brows it took as I earned every
hard-fought, eked-out share. 

But if, perhaps, to make room for someone brighter?
I could conceivably be persuaded to hold-on less
tighter – though a bit of arm wrestling would yet respectively
be required, when from this world, I served, without fame, 
I am summarily fired – 

Oh, I have known, like many of my fine sisters and brothers, the tragedies
of wars and untrue lovers; blood both at my feet and seeming above~fiery,
red skies as if Heaven turned angrily from its man, for not following
their God's Perfect Plan – though longing for reunion with my dear
ones departed, with whom this life I had blessedly started, and others with whom I have
shared victories and failures, joys though sometimes left brokenhearted...still, I 
will leave this world feistily kicking! The Grim Reaper to know, despite how 
much my pain and suffering, the size of my enemy, or the greater
their numbers, I was never some Easy-picking!


Pleasant Spring Like Day February 17th, 2022 Part Two

Decreased dissension 
grudgingly did abate
unclouded protests trumpet
Trump to abdicate
irrefutable proof generates
activist voices to accumulate
linkedin over Green Party 
blessedly to administrate

hoop fully figurative tide
will turn and aerate
political atmosphere whereby
progressive minds will affiliate
otherwise business as usual,
cuz spewing deadly particulate
will only aggravate
dire straits, where 
webbed wide world series

of unfortunate events will airdate
prophetic apocalyptic fate
especially if nonprogressive
stodgy commander in chief re-elected
flush with bigotry and hate
increased chance (chants) ripe state
for revolution avast swath
of population to amalgamate,

and overthrow anachronistic government
absolute zero survival unless dramatic
nondestructive strategy eschewed
to supplant exploitation and mandate
radical transformation, which dramatic
shift off grid if lucky requisite
Earth friendly manufacturing
can possibly ameliorate.

Premium Member The Lord Be Thanked For Our Revival

The Lord be thanked for our revival* by His compassion of loving kindness 
Indeed forgiving our confessed iniquities as well as our sinfulness
Since He sanctifies us to walk along paths of righteousness
And guards us from human nature’s tempting weakness.

The Lord ensures our revival for us to stay strong in His triumphant might
Indeed smiting our vain arrogance to yield to His sovereignty’s height
Since He reproves our disobedience so we strive to do what’s right
And upholds us in walking by faith along His light.

The Lord listens to our pleas for revival, making us truly Spirit-filled
Indeed hearing our supplications that causes us to be soul-stilled
Since He deals with us, correcting our being self-willed
And teaches us to submit to Him, blessedly-thrilled.

The Lord grants revival toward zealous kingdom advancement
Indeed working in our spirituality by His empowerment
Since He saved us from hell’s grievous endangerment
And granted us life eternal with grace-endowment.

The Lord enables our revival toward sharing Gospel story
Indeed reminding us to love whom He loves for His great glory
Since He leads us through His Word toward sure victory
And moves us to abide in His will’s perfect territory.

The Lord propels our revival to fulfill the Great Commission without delay
Indeed helping us bring the lost to the Saviour -  the truth, life, and way 
Since He wants us to become enthusiastic soulwinners as we do pray
And keeps us involved in church ministries while in His will we stay. 

The Lord sustains our revival-joy by His constant admonition and instruction
Indeed perfecting us toward Christlikeness along character-transformation
Since He delights in our glad worship midst faithful stewardship-function  
And cheers us in our good works’ perseverance for His exaltation. 

*Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.


October 31, 2021
For the culmination of the 31 days of Revival Worship Services
from October 1 to 31, 2021 - enabled by the great God Almighty - hosted by
the Christian Bible Baptist Church, City of San Pedro, Laguna, Philippines
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Man of Words

                   Sunrise aglow, she plucks a flower from his garden,
                   in a stealth hush, she sees him serene this warden.  
                   Meanders even closer upon a sequestered creek                                                                             
                   She imagines a brush of his lips against her cheek.
                   When a curious corgi barks and ignites a blush                                                                                            
                   Her stroll again will end, amongst the grass so plush, 
                   verdant with an aura a somber amber green,
                   ‘tis the first time this intruder has ever been seen.                                                                      
                   Relaxing in my garden chair blessedly alone,
                   with my cup of soothing chai and Scottish scone.
                   No TV, computer, iPod, kith or kin,
                   my crossword puzzle I shall now begin.
                   So, an eight-word name for a Mayan sink?
                   A quika—I didn't even have to think!
                   As the sun clears the rolling hills afar
                   I'm done, a crossword superstar!
                   My Corgi Hal licks my face in congratulations,
                   as the sun-lit moor beckons her invitation.
                   Such a simple, sweet, tranquil pleasure,
                   Sunday morning crosswords, my priceless treasure.
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Divine Jubilant Providence Unplugged

Inexplicable blessing luckily
avoiding potentially grim fate
finds yours truly coming to grips,
how afterlife did not accommodate

the missus, and/or myself unwittingly
loved ones would never acclimate
reality of our permanent absence,
thus existence all the more I appreciate
and attempt poetically articulate.

Herewith the scenario that defies
conventional atheistic wisdom
finding me unable to square
involving 2009 Hyundai Sonata automobile

driven by spouse or her scribe, who dare
not allude to guardian angel,
yet conundrum inexplicable, when
touted as luck, regarding the rear
wheel bearing (passenger side of car)

that went kaput, blessedly ignorance
attributed absented scare,
yet in retrospect taking stock
i.e. how existence imperilled,
now more grateful than ever

toward life, liberty and
pursuit of happiness,
this in essence potential whipped miracle
of sorts presenting possibility
cosmic creative force continually near.

CJ'S TIRE & AUTOMOTIVE,
(1405 South Township Line Road,
Royersford, Pennsylvania 19468)
intuition doth agree

expert knowledgeable SERVICE
familiar personnel employee
since patronizing said facility
(actually franchise sites
scattered across United States), we

regularly return taking car repeatedly
to team of mainly younger,
but wiser technicians than me,
who realizes scant knowledge, née
absolute zero mechanical ability,

especially regarding
twenty first century vehicles
heavily accoutered
with sophisticated technology.

Now yours truly loops
back to (house at Pooh corner -
think Loggins and Messina)
i.e. core theme
Impossible explanation within
the infinite universe scheme
to explain convincingly fluke

protection against meme
evoking death, demise, destruction,
et cetera regarding as ye gleam
teetotaler who avoids Jim Beam
plus alcohol in general, cuz
prescription medication harmful
unless feeling suicidal to thee extreme.

Thus one garden variety, generic guy
NON GMO android (ha)
he doth not fear
the grim reaper at rapier
or gunpoint, nor mortality do I despair
hoop fully made somewhat crystal clear,
a quandary (one among many

that recurred), whereby air
ring professed nihilistically
skeptical minus impulse to destroy
comprises whether doubting Thomas
(English Muffins) stance 
on wing and prayer
inadequate, obsolete, untenable...

Premium Member Expecting the Best Accepting the Worst

Expecting the Best
She knew she would be a movie star signing autographs.
A ballerina magically pirouetting and preening in the best ways
When she was four, five, and six.

At eight she expected to be a fire chief.
Wearing the red hat, saving lies, climbing into hot windows.
She would save everybody in this world.
Being a professional rescuer. 

She was perpetually upbeat, and positive.
No matter how many tried to knock off her crown,
Even when they boxed her ears and made her sad,
Accusing her of things she would never do,

She retained her optimistic attitude, and 
Expected the best of them the next time.
Always looking forward to finding their good.
Expecting the best.
But accepting the
rest and gracefully.

Her attitude landed her wonderful jobs, 
Gave her a church who loved her, a minion for a husband
Who begged her to order him about.
She never would. He knew this, it is why he fell in love with her.
She was a rescuer, blessedly expecting the best in everyone.
Usually finding it too. 

Her children grew up marveling at their mother's
Ability to listen to others, pay attention, and care.
To do the right thing, and stand up for each and every underdog.
They learned also to expect the best.
They were not disappointed.
Being taught by two of them.
Form: Persona

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