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July 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Song of Solomon 5-8
Key Verse – Song of Solomon 5:16 … Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR BEING ALTOGETHER LOVELY
Praise be to God for being altogether lovely as our:
Friend so faithful
Father, fortifying our faith
Fulfiller, furnishing our fruitfulness
Fervency-framer along His flowing favour
Firm foundation upon His freedom-fullness
Song of Solomon 6:3 Praise be to the Lord
for nurturing us as His beloved children for our:
Eager service
Earnest striving
Effective soulwinning
Enthusiastic spirituality
Energetic sincere stewardship
Song of Solomon 7:10 Praise be to the Saviour for
His desire toward us:
Building us up by His Bible brace
Blessing us with His bountiful blooms
Bringing us to His branded best business
Binding our bondage and brokenness-blow
Broadening our betterment for blest behaviour-breeding
Song of Solomon 8:6 Praise be to the Almighty for
His strong love that:
Cares for our hearts, cheering for our happiness
Cures our health while catering for our hopefulness
Chastens our haughtiness then curbing our helpfulness
Cleanses our heathenism as well as cooling our hard-headedness
Counsels our half-heartedness, comforting us against our heaviness. Amen!
July 27, 2024
At five, the world is leisurely and small,
tiny enough to fit inside my hand~
a pebble pocketed from the sidewalk,
a leaf, the outside world, I innocently understand
At fifteen, the world is hurried and expanding,
tilting toward faces in crowded halls~
I ponder who I’m becoming, studying
the mirror and glances steadying schoolroom walls.
At thirty, the world is broadening, the hours frantic,
asking for purpose in their spin and span~
the invisible but deliberate shaping
of the burgeoning person I began.
At fifty, the world is stable, days balanced and clear:
what shall stay, what shall fall away~
I keep the people and moments that ring true
and let what remains dissipate and decay.
At seventy, the world is unsteady, the pace softening slow:
the morning opens wide~
small moments, bright with quiet grace,
find room to rest inside.
January 2 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 4-6
Key Verse – Genesis 4:4 And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the LORD had respect unto Abel and to his offering.
FAITH IN GOD WHO RESPECTS OUR OFFERINGS
God respects our offering of faith through His certainty
By His governing sovereignty
Bringing us up toward growth’s spirituality…
Blessed are we who are kept in His security.
God respects our offering of faith through His blood-washed sacrifice
By His strengthening might to help us become divinely wise
Building us up along His grace that does suffice…
Blessed are we who are born again with His precious price.
God respects our offering of faith through His presence
By His radiating name of instructing iridescence
Bearing us toward heaven with trust-license…
Blessed are we who are called into His service-essence.
God respects our offering of faith according to His direction
By His shining image of righteous perfection
Binding us up to live in His purification…
Blessed are we who are led to walk upon His sanctification.
God respects our offering of faith as we toil for Him with faithfulness
By His empowering help toward ministry-work’s greatness
Brewing us up in His revival-fire of stewardship’s steadfastness…
Blessed are we who are supplied with His provision-fullness.
God respects our offering of faith that follows His guidance
By His counseling wisdom as we strive for holy performance
Brightening us up against obscure wickedness and arrogance…
Blessed are we who are stirred to repent from corruption’s stance.
God respects our offering of faith as we look forward to His prophecy
By His functioning fulfillment, molding our character of persistency
Broadening us up by His covenant’s eternal legacy…
Blessed are we who are nurtured in His commandment’s fervency. Amen!
January 2, 2025
What have we learned?
What is our big 20/20 revision takeaway
from this win/lose
zero-sum failure?
To transparently cooperate
for our most inclusive win/win health
and long-term safety,
economic
and political
and social
and physical
and mental health
resilience
From my own observation,
probably colored
multihued and complexly patterned
by Integral Permaculture Design,
And Community Mediation
for restorative peace resolutions
in perennial win/lose retributive conflict situations,
clashes between conservative LeftBrain dominant
and liberal RightBrain interdependent cultures.
1. To optimize resilience
for at least the next seven generations,
the next 140 years,
bringing us to the year 2160
Here, on our cooperatively co-invested home planet,
we could choose to return to indigenous wisdom,
to include health and safety of our trees,
our neighbors,
rivers,
our soil
our water supply,
our green renewable energy resources,
our fresh and clean river valleyed breezes,
our plants,
our domestic animals,
our wild animal cousins
our sacred EarthMothers.
We do better when our healthy safe priorities
remain broadly contextualized,
less LeftBrain defensive boundaried,
broadening our ecosystemic spatial identities
and deepening our speciated individuation
back through monotheistic/panentheistic history
of this now troubling
post-millennial
StraightWhiteMale privileged
LeftBrain corporately dominant
relentlessly self-promoting
Anthropocene
Predicting unprecedented ecocide,
genocide,
rabid polarization,
economic divestment,
Earth Matricide
and overwhelming
streight white patriarchal political mistrust
During which no healthy democracy
could resiliently endure
as long as our infrastructure,
concrete
steel beamed
bricks and mortar,
budgets and financial planning,
Omit choosing cooperative win/win games
and ecofeminist green co-investment strategies
for health and safety
of our now excluded trees,
plants,
waters,
soil,
planet
EarthTribe
everyday multiculturing
sacredly resonant
creolization liturgies
of LeftBrain verbal co-intelligence
loving RightBrain co-empathic feeling
longing for
co-governing
co-invested
co-empowerment.
WETTING HIS FEET
HE SOUGHT THOSE
WHO BELIEVED AS HE DID
THOSE WHO COULD SPEAK THE KNOWLEDGE
OF BELIEVING
THAT ALL WHO COULD HEAR HIM
WOULD SEE THE VISION
AND ALL WHO COULD HEAR HIM WOULD
HEAR HIS URGENCY
HE STOOD TO CONVEY HIS MESSAGE
A TEAM WHO WISHED TO SUCCEED
WHO PLANNED AND ADAPTED
TO THE EVER CHANGING NEEDS OF PEOPLE
INSPIRING HOPE TO THOSE HE KNEW HE COULD HELP
AND D AN EXTENSION OF HIS HAND
TO THOSE HE WISHED TO REACH
EVERY PURPOSE DEFINED
WORDED TO EXPAND THE BROADENING BASE
FINDING THE FEASIBILITY THROUGH EXPLORATION
CREATING A SOMETHING FROM THE NOTHING
ASSIGNING RESPONSIBILITY TO THOSE
WHO ARE ABLE TO DO THE JOB.
MAKING SENSE OUT THE SECLESNESS OF BEING IN VERSE
MAKING ACCOUNTABLE THOSE
WHO ARE POSITIONED TO BE ACCOUNTABLE
GETTING THE JOB DONE!
OF NEW BEGINNINGS
READING THE TONE
TO CONVEY THE MESSAGE
THAT ALL WHO BELIEVE MIGHT UNDERSTAND.
Opposing energies magnetize their clustered convictions,
Lastly, amassed intentions remain beyond comprehension,
Presently, polarized detachments collapse in their face-off,
Ulterior effectiveness spotlights their futile parties,
Action demands prompt communication, and trust begins to rise,
Credence anchors individual aspirations to form,
Insights gaining momentum furtherance sparks enthusiasm,
Welcoming yielded principles, sanctions relevant accord,
Restrict naught one's conclusions with a particular outlook,
Narrow points exert pressure amongst willing participants,
Obstructs equitable compromise, shadowing a stalemate,
Broadening perspectives enables means for negotiation,
Opportunities will modify one's beholden opinions,
At all times, vast or modest, voice concerns without skepticism,
Participation amidst others will rally the reserved,
Cooperation inaugurated embraced invitations,
Unswervingly, uniting the collective wholeheartedly,
In hindsight, repetitious history craves inferred foresight:
Matured apple-eaters, ripened-keepers of the lesser kingdoms,
Furthermore, equanimity amidst all that encompasses,
And to that end, understanding, we are resolved, henceforward,
Our prospective generations, producing the greatest
Godsend as Earth’s human symbionts ... what I (really) want.
Stilled again across the canals broadening
Girth;
Mesh cages of rock-filled Gabions
Reinforcing patches of exposed and arid earth,
Reflecting the glints that gleefully
Twist and dance in the hot glare of the sun...
Provoking images and stirring indefinable feelings
That begin to irrevocably up and run;
Pictures and voices crowding into my mind:
Immersing me in the flooding moments
To which i am briefly resigned.
Now momentarily staid by the shimmering
Instance
In which i find myself inextricably caught,
Perplexed by something rather intangible,
Seeming almost to tease and laugh
Whilst confounding upon my evasive and
Fleeting thoughts;
As glancing across at the opposite bank
Where drawn up a line of densely packed trees..
I swore...I heard the reel of a high squealing
Fiddle -
Playing ever so briefly alongside a tricky little
Breeze.
For stood there I, wondering,
On a grey painted swing-bridge:
Of brightly painted Steamers, dirty Trampers
And of double masted white canvassed Brigs.
Oh! The everlasting glory of a New World order
Redefined:
Entrusted to those instructed in her Majesties
Construction of sprawling Victorian sublimes!
The men who heroically dug, picked, blasted and
Strove:
To securely fasten an Iron cast girdle around
An ever diminishing blue globe.
Dreaming of long ago, dutiful, Golden-Age days
Rigorously pursued down, what are now,
Weed strewn, abandoned byways.
Faustian clothing and a Velveteens cap;
The thick buckled leather gaiters held about
By the strap.
Many the word spoken in a soft southern brogue:
All hail the glorious navigators -
The navvies of old!
Staunch and desperate men forced to resign
Their native Gaelic shores
And burden unto themselves with
Mattocks, shovels and garishly painted-up whores.
Under the high flaming beacons
And over the obscure little brow -
They carved out the new waterways
To float the laden down prow.
Yes! Men of the Emerald Isles
I salute you and your kinsfolk
From lands cast westwards afar:
The magnificent "Paddies" from the verdant island -
Of Erin-Go-Bragh!
The charm of a soft summers night
Is only a dream right now
But soon the mellow light of the moon
Will softly cross my brow
I dream of romantic far away places
Beckoning me to come by
Places I've only read about in books
Accompanied by a lullaby
How can I possibly imagine the thrill
Seeing these historic places
Exotic peoples in exotic costumes
Other origins, other races
A broadening outlook on many lands
Where peace and love do reign
The different cultures and ways of life
Feelings of oneness is attained
Peoples of earth need take a deep breath
Give thanks for the air we breathe
For life and the wonderful world around us
The sun, the rivers, the trees
© Jack Ellison 2015
Where are the universal themes,
the parables, the parallels that might
be drawn from humdrum, quotidian
happenstance? We languish in these ruts
we live in and bear our days with resignation
(some with equanimity) -- justifying
our inaction, our failures to break free,
with feeble lame excuses -- never a real cause:
which is, succinctly, our timorous laziness.
A broadening of perspective, a striving toward the epic,
the grandiose -- with, perhaps, the universality of
civilized urbanity, or of rural natural simplicity or even
stark objectivity -- may these be what we need?
Here's the stale conclusion: be daring,
brave enough to become accustomed
to a singular (perhaps lone) existence.
When you must, be fair and listen but,
when you should, be insistently unbending
to the pressures and opinions of your peers.
And use your mind, your unique voice, and
proclaim incessantly your messages,
even to those who turn to you
their stubbornly deaf ears.
Poetry is a prayer to be received
And manifested through the aide of others, but!
The real prestige occurs when
The shape and effect of our creation
Begins and lives out its iridescent life in total surrender to the reader
While the spewer of the letters
Continues to brew a pot (slow, macabre strokes),
The task indiscriminate of prayer and proof
As the work of the poet become's the prophet's last frontier:
The heart's tongue over the mind's eye...
The Word blows over the sweet and rugged land like
A neverending prayer: and endlessly abiding acknowledgment
Of God's grace over his sweet and rugged people.
Their helpless prayers singing through the trees.
Their great gladness broadening with peace,
As all words bend and beg to be a present participle.
While all the whiling
The witches in their bedrooms
Lay claim to nothing,
Floating in their chairs.