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thank God for all He has done and let there be no division to find
we are all part of one body and as Christians of one mind
the wisdom of God is all knowing and not to be questioned
don't be like the Pharisees looking for signs of imperfection
for God will use the weakest things to make fools of the wise and the strong
and He will choose lowly things to show the boastful where they belong
the message of wisdom is for the mature in faith and not based on one's age
and It will be revealed through the spirit in you by The Holy Sage
so regard yourself as a servant of God entrusted with sacred words
judge not others on the evidence of something someone else might have heard
for you are a receptacle that God Himself will use
just don't go beyond what is written and be careful of the words you choose
be most aware of the company you keep, be surrounded by others with the spirit
watch out for the pagans of this world, pray that someday they will get It
to practice sacrifices to false gods and participate in sexual immorality
will lead you down the road to hell and not up towards divinity
just run your race with a godly pace and eventually you'll come to realize
that others run for no reason at all never to receive God's eternal prize
everything isn't permissible and not everything is good
everything isn't acceptable and not everything seems as it should
seek the good news and not only just for yourself
include your fellow man and spread the wealth
the body of Christ is a unit made up of many parts
and we all have our own gifts to share and a place in God's heart
we all have words of praise even If It Is spoken in tongues
just let them be revealed to all through the Spirit of The Holy One
and through the resurrection of Jesus Christ
we've all been given salvation from living sinful lives
so let's worship Him as one body in Christ all together with praise
let It be an orderly procession with our hands and voices to Him raised
A quiet soul, a gentle hum,
Not beating on a boastful drum,
The ego's whispers overcome,
Judgment wisely held, fingers numb,
Just simple words, on lips outrun,
Understanding sought, all work done,
Mistakes are faced, not forgotten,
The rightful path, so finely spun,
With open heart, all are welcome
Sharing kindness before one`s numb,
A field of grace for everyone,
Imparts his glow, beneath the sun.
Inhale, exhale, like accordion-
organ of music in your being, conducive.
Nor elusive to your counterpart, woman.
Be thou what you love to be.
Do not listen to militants
that whisper fighting words out of insecurity,
that smell a foul smell,
of self burning the fields,
the green things of bountiful yields,
leave us choking on the smoked embers,
entrails of the tares, and quardon off cultivation
for the Valleys of shale.
Overtaken, by crawling things.
Or a boastful hare, with Men's running shoes and masculine fare.
Always in a race, bating with trickery,
the illusionist Tortoise against her own shell.
Nourishment is an honor bestowed.
Remember, that the servant is truly the King.
The provider is the Matriarch held in the greatest of steams,
saute of the home,
taste of generosity,
aroma of security.
Yang, you have quite the mistress,
indeed the support of a mystery,
remember this, well.
September 22 Scripture Meditations Based on Mark 7-8
Key Verse– Mark 8:2 I have compassion on the multitude…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING COMPASSIONATE TO ME
Thank You for being compassionate to me with Your mercy
Even though I’m sinful along carnal tendency
Although a transgressor of iniquity’s potency…
Constantly, You forgive my confessed error by Your clemency.
Thank You for being compassionate to me with Your graciousness
Even though I’m proud along vain haughtiness
Although arrogant with boastful self-righteousness…
Constantly, You humble my stubbornness.
Thank You for being compassionate to me with Your care
Even though I’m unconcerned along apathetic stare
Although a liar along deceitful dare…
Constantly, You check my spiritual welfare.
Thank You for being compassionate to me with Your deliverance
Even though I’m unfaithful along unbelief’s endurance
Although doubtful of Your assurance…
Constantly, You uphold my heart for devoted perseverance.
Thank You for being compassionate to me with Your might
Even though I’m disobedient along commandments I fight
Although defiant to standards’ height …
Constantly, You maneuver my will for prayer-delight.
Thank You for being compassionate to me with Your wisdom
Even though I’m ignorant along heavenly kingdom
Although foolish in turning from truthful freedom…
Constantly, You settle my mind from useless boredom.
Thank You for being compassionate to me with Your presence
Even though I’m struggling along victory’s essence
Although a loser in the eyes of worldly license...
Constantly, You lead my steps toward Your holy iridescence.
September 22, 2022
She blooms alone where silence holds the sky,
A tender grace no daring soul has known.
Her gaze is soft, her head is held so high—
A queen within a quiet world, enthroned.
No boastful light, no cry for passing praise,
She walks beneath the noise, untouched, serene.
Her modest charm outshines the sun’s bold rays,
Yet fear keeps hearts from where her steps have been.
They see her not—the ones who look in fear,
For depth and calm are threats to shallow minds.
Unloved, not for her lack, but crystal-clear
Strength wrapped in grace the insecure won’t find.
She is a bloom the world may not deserve,
Yet still she stands, with silence as her nerve.
Abu Nuwas
He proclaimed to the caliphate
In the dark hours of the evening
Rejoice! These splendid virgins are a bleeding
Drink our youth, and let not harm come our way
Peace is the brotherhood
Wine and love shall hold sway
Let us rejoice at the gardens and fresh bled flowers
The vineyards and the imams holy ways
Abu, in his boastful poetic fashion
Told the Islamic court,
Let us dance until the stars begin to fade
This is the fashion the universe has made
Embrace the learning’s of our neighbors conquered
The gardens of Babylon
In our drunkenness
Let us de-flower
Rejoice rejoice
For all that we do
We wish no harm on others
To flourish is all that we shall demand
Live with honor as you kiss the maidens hand
Abu held the court as poet and jester
Wine and wisdom invaded his soul
At times prison lay in front, enemies do fester
Freed from his irons
Abu Nuwas wrote poems of love
That lasted forever
Isis is the weed
And not the flower
Though absolutely insured because of family’s opulence
We can’t verily buy a bed guaranteed to give peace-prevalence.
Though our financial records show investment’s gain
Our health so stressed complains of physical pain.
Though we press toward heights of being prosperous
We may retrogress due to financial qualms, grievously torturous.
While boastful of grand wealth abundance
Our bratty heirs are shameful in their lack of stewardship-guidance.
Though testifying about being instilled with values of contentment
We discredit ourselves by our dissatisfaction’s predicament.
Though we struggle to hide our envy through thanksgiving gesture
Our hypocrisy reveals the truth we dismiss in the name of human nature.
Though our hearts condemn* us after being convicted with guilt’s admission
God forgives, and with His compassion, acknowledges our humble confession.
*1John 3:20 For if our heart condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.
January 29, 2020
2nd place, "POLARITIES AND PARADOXES" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 2/6/2020.
Oh Lord, the refinement and its fire
The evils spewed and hurled as a choir
Boastful of absurdity as if You aren't witness
Plundering righteousness of dignity till it is weakness
As we forgive seventy times seven
Overcoming offense to still gladly preach heaven
And that this they do is a thorn in our flesh
But your Grace is sufficiently ever fresh
Oh Lord, make that day of reckoning
Of all these voices you sent beckoning
Even in long-suffering and graceful extension
Just a testimony that makes a distinction
That it may be known that You live
And beyond silver and gold have we much to give
Make manifest the Power at work within us
And be honored that thou didst thus
made divine
& healed
rescued
&transformed
our life
fully satisfied
in the physical
psychological
& spiritual
appreciated&
appropriated
a deliverance
from bondage
healing hurts
& memories
life permeating
our being
in visions of another Eden
heaven
a deeper blue
earth sweeter green
as his poiema
flood the scene
a coming kingdom
scene
light
with
no darkness
a purpose
a direction
love made manifest
timeless
lasting
satisfaction
our design revealed
in our organic
unity
an immediate impression
death defeated
a vision giving
meaning to life
potentialities awakened
aesthetics imagined
given form
as dilemmas dissolve
emotions evolve
in
poiema
perfected
in
GIFTS OF GOD
Chrestotes chara praotes
inwardly kind,full of joy
Oiktirmos egratia spoude;
anechomai;
gentle meek;compassionate;
yet in control
Arete, pistis,hupomone
diligent
enduring with patience
gnosis,zezoo phusioo
perpereuomai;
moral ,persuaded
to trust
Hagnotes elpis agape
Tapeinophrosune
persevering,understanding;
not boastful or arrogant;
eusebeia Agathosune aeltheia
blamelessly pure, hope filled
filled with agape love
anupokritos philadelphia;
humble in godliness;charitably good
integral sincere
Dokime zezoo makpothumia
diakaiosune eirene
brotherly kind;
proven of character;
not jealous, but forbearing
set right with God
and at one
They come to her hungry - hopeful
To be fed facile fantasy, a script he held
Stowed in boyhood through decades
Recessed where sweating shame dwelled
Invisible while he achieved accolades
Gridiron big man outperform boastful
Invited him - initial meeting innocent, ice cream
Daddy intrigued by her earnest licking nimble
Turquoise tip of nose - How is it him she chose!
Cheerful, charming, character a pure miracle
Bulging cheeks, bubblegum rubber musky rose
Blonde polished cup pours cordial ruse supreme
She is melting, delicate, lacking, needs guidance
Developed via his worldly wisdom, operation infuse
Gifts to uplift her, mould her to become recognised
As his arm or appendage, entrenched, morning muse
Showoff chattel mantelpiece trophy, triumph prized
Afloat in alter ego, dazzled by desire, her vibrance
By her childish chat chuffed - heart tackled
Tables tipped like scales, nubile ponytail smile
Untied ribbons rewind wrongs, forgiveness fulfils
Putty, petty criminals are tethered, put on trial
Paying a penance for their filth, provision spills
Pirated pockets prescribe her opiate tranquil
Sheathed in subtle saccharine mystique, as he prefers
Entranced by her emptiness, he creates facets suitable
Cherry topped toffee coffee scoop serves saturation
Crushable ribs, jutting hip bones, bird fragile beautiful
Flutters fast on fathering parts, orgasmic exaggeration
Favourite flavour - thousand sprinkles what’s his is hers
Fourth of September
Flavour of Seduction