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I beheld an altar of sacrifice,
Where selfless offerings are made,
Tears flow like blood,
And ambition is pinned like a dart.
The good mother offers herself,
And seal the blessing upon her children.
A definition of a perfect woman
Whose humility is beyond this earth.
Who is she whose heart is full of care?
A selfless mother whose sacrifice can't be requited;
The Heart beat of her children,
That displeases herself to please others.
If every woman could be like her,
The world would be a better place.
Indeed, She is a goddess
That deserves the praise of an empress.
Dedicated to Mrs Rosita Nkuiru Ukaegbu
BEAUTY OF ORCHID OPHELIA
Beauty is often hidden beneath the crusted soil where our subconscious sleeps.
The life-supporting roots claw through the dust to find the nourishment they seek.
Only when the caressing light filters through the frightening fog of night
Do the emanations of Life shake awake to reach high enough for flight.
As the gentle creature forms her path to rise higher still to drink in the light,
We see her breathe a sigh of relief once her fingers burst through the soil and sand.
Then her swelling petals stretch and paw the air reaching for the shining rays
That gives her hope she can hold on until the forming body is raised.
Slowly she transforms and aligns into symmetrical living grace.
From her hardened branches springs the promise of petals on her face.
All these miraculous changes silently and stealthily took place
But we didn’t really notice because our life moved on at full pace.
Then, suddenly the petals bloomed, and soft velvet leaves soaked in the rain.
Completely, perfectly, amazingly formed her transformation is nearly complete.
Now Ophelia contentedly sets beneath the warm and sunny window pane.
We are drawn to her Beauty and the deepening violet majesty of her blooms.
She is the center of all attention when our patients walk into the room.
She blesses each with her Beauty as they closely study her in the vase.
Her name reflects the soul within which offers comfort, peace and grace.
I AM ABIHAIL. Abilhail Adamilo Katarma-My Father Daughter
I am Abihail
I am Abihail
A daughter of the most high
I am the daughter of the most high
I am daughter of the most high
I conceal myself openly
In the presents of this world
All hail Father
My Father is strong
My Father is strong
He named me "Ablhail"
My Father is strong
My Father is strong
My name is... My people full of grace
I've derived from earthen man
My spirit encased in a vessel
As I endure life's long lessons
I am Abihail
Tha! Beloved Beautiful
Daughter of Elohim
I am Abihail
Strong and mighty my strength my resolve
You Are My All I acknowledge and honor you
I do I am Father's Joy His precious beloved girl
I am wisdom I am courage I am of I am
My Father enjoys My Father rejoices sing praises
And heavenly voices my Father is strong my people full of grace derived from humanity I am...
Of I am
I am Abihail Adamilo Katarma
4/6/25
Written words by
James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Unbalanced Entities,
Happy in Their fallacies,
Are Co Creating Reality.
Patterns of Violence,
And complacency,
Run rampantly,
Through Society.
Being catered,
By The Agency,
Directing You and Me,
Dictating our Rights To Be.
Famine and War Plague our Soul Family,
And The Rich are asking for your Charity,
The Classes creating Poverty,
A pointless Economy.
Hypnotizing It's prey,
Guiding the way.
Hiding away.
It's there everyday.
For some it collects dust,
To others It's a must,
All or Bust.
If I could just,
Change the perspective,
Of the collective.
Let's change the Objective,
Subjectively,
Understand It's energy.
From Entity to Entity,
Reflectively,
Respectively.
Flowing repeatedly,
Carrying our energy.
Negatively or positive,
The cycle is a must.
If it's collecting dust,
It's affecting us.
Just let it move freely,
It could just feed the Needy.
A wizard, not a wisher can
do magic with his powers,
if all were wizards...
wishes would be non-existent.
And like ordinary, simple people...
I will make my three wishes today,
but they are not for myself at all:
they are for others living far away.
My first wish is this:
I would like to have the unlimited wealth
of Bill Gates or Donald Trump,
not to invest in software technology or
purchase airplanes or skyscrapers,
but to feed the world's hungry...that horrible hunger,
which even Pope Benedict XVI can't wipe out completely
with the thousands of Catholic Missionary Charities.
My second wish is this:
have a gathering of all faiths
once a year in every continent,
and let its people praise God in their own way,
some will disagree with my universal idea so unrealistic;
it would be a spiritual and cultural event
that everyone will remember a lifetime,
so why shouldn't there be a Faith Day,
bringing glory to the Almighty and unifying all races?
Many others will follow me in my quest!
My third wish is this:
to end all wars and unexplainable hatred,
some sacrifice themselves for a cause that's not holy...
inflamed by the deceitful conception of immortality.
Wouldn't it be awesome to travel to other countries that have no boundary?
The stranger would welcome anyone, and the enemy would be a friend.
A dreamer...am I? Yes, all dreams start with a vision, and mine is truly a glorious one!
Happiness will gladden all hearts, and glee will shine on all faces;
harmony will fortify the bonds of friendship, and everyone will love their neighbors...
and hate and unkindness will be eternally buried into the past.
Entered in Amy Green's contest, " If I could have three wishes "
DIOS ES LA CURA -GOD IS THE CURE---English verse
Does any body
Have a cure
For what's going on in this here world
Does any one
Know for sure
Is there ready a God...
Cause I don't know
Yes, I wanna know
I GOT SINS
IN MY BEING
DOES ANYONE HAVE A CURE
DOES ANYBODY HAVE A CURE
The cure is ourselves
It's our though process
We do, we chose to live or die
This cure is ourselves?
We chose to live or begat
The things in sin I'm a witness
If we chose wrong
If we go left
We will lose are soul
We won’t be blessed
I'm a witness
I GOT SINS
IN MY BEING
DOES ANYONE HAVE A CURE
DOES ANYBODY HAVE A CURE
Hush.......my brother/sister
GOD is the Cure
and if you’re not sure
You’ve already tried your way
And if you’re not sure
It's only two ways, yours and God's way
You have chosen wrong
You need to turn it around
Turn it around
When you’re wrong, when you’re unsure
Stop! Breathe turn around believe
GOD IS THE CURE
When you’re wrong, when you’re unsure
Stop! Breathe turn around believe
GOD IS THE CURE
ALLELUIA
Dedicated to My Blessing, Timothy Lee, with Endless Love
Loving me includes a two-for-one, challenging package
because I love and care for my grown, special-needs son.
He said his love’s sincerity held my son in its reality.
Loving him revealed my heart’s innate, soulmate measure,
and the tenderness two honed hearts can lovingly render.
Happiness surged and rose through my flesh, blood and bones.
Call me old-fashioned, but after decades spent in an office,
I embraced his wish that I handle hearth and let him provide.
Everything from bills to meals were my responsibility deal
that blended with his labors and lent smoothness to savor.
For many years our efforts combined in tension free designs
of two hearts and heads free of pressure’s grayish binds.
Then came a day when I disappeared for years inside our home.
Though present, my brain issues left him abandoned and alone
with the strife of obligations in life for me, himself and my son.
He took on everything from meals, bills, cleaning and toiletries
while tortured by concern and weighty fears he could not free.
How bleak it must have been,
wishing to fix,
never able to mend.
When my mind came back, I asked why he had not chosen to run,
pointed out we weren’t married, no obligation existed to bind him.
I stated his life had surely turned tough, with struggles of enough.
I was holding his hand and my teary eyes were attached to his
when he said, "for you, my heart grew a steadfast, loyal love and
leaving you, our life and son was something I never thought of.”
Cheated
Why does one child walk,
another talk,
while still yet another
will say nothing
the rest of their life?
How much loss can be endured?
How many dreams dashed
against the rocks
before given any chance
of flight?
Anguish fills a mother's heart,
and I am overcome for the moment...
again and again in my life.
Jesus, my anchor in the storm.
The Lord my guide in the darkness.
My Savior,
who watches over my child,
and gives comfort
when none can be found.
Angels surround
and around,
keeping close watch on
the gifted, drifted from perfection,
and lost in rejection.
FALCON
Orphan child
Came up wild
Child of Harlem
Black American
Lover friend of birds
His favorite the falcons
They a tune to him
This person name: Sam Wilson
Became an adult, went to college
Graduated became a Social worker
One day found himself on an island
Surrounded by criminals
One arch nemesis
from World War 2
The Red Skull exchanged bodies with Captain America
So the misguided hero hid from the good and the villians
Steve Rogers aka Cap trained Sam Wilson acrobatics and combat fighting
Days, weeks went by soon a fight they couldn't deny
With the help of a bird Sam's falcon, a new hero was born
Sam Wilson became new black american hero
Years later he partnered with Cap alias Cap's new sidekick
Also later became an Avenger
A decade later after Captain America wasn't able
He was dying from lost of super-soldier serum
As of the later years the Falcon became the new..
Sam Wilson: Captain America a three year run
Fighting crime with Shield
Now he's back, the high flying Falcon
fighting crime in the streets of Chicago
2/23/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
EarthTribe questions
partisan polarization
Of healthy democratic co-governing care
Of enriching polypathic sex care
Of inter-religious multicultural wealth care...
About abundance
within spacious sacred RightBrain silence
more powerful and enlightening
than mere LeftBrain monological chattering
dominance
About in-between apartheid times
both sacred and profane,
comedic and tragic,
mono- and poly- theistic passions
universally unitarian,
Yang and yintegral
dipolar co-arising
organic health and wealth care
Patriarchal ego-giving out
to EarthMother receiving in
and vice-versa
co-gravitating indigenous wisdom
His/Her sharing
of polycultural
regenerative
bicameral bilateral consciousness
Are these political and economic
sexual and sacred experiential choices
co-passionately win/win
co-operative peace?
restorative justice?
Or more Lose/Lose oppressive
to both Yang top Giver
and not(not) Yintegral bottom Receiver?
And/or
some win/lose Business As Usual
HealthCooperative reducing GlobalWealthCompetitive scarcity,
RightWing
LeftBrain dominant
Patriarchal/Capital competitive
devolutionary theoretical WorldView?
And/or
All bilateral triangulating EgoHealth/EcoWealth
restorative justice redemption,
therapeutic democracy options
explored together in nonviolently communicating
tao-balanced
give and take ways?
In-between increasing monocultural fabrications
growing negative paranoid positions
against trusting monotheistic Love
to optimize healthy democratic
sensory-neural
EarthMother health care
More polyentheistic wealth receiving
EarthTribe empowering
organically inclusive
creative and recreative
Health/wealth
empowering and enlightened
choices
cooperatively bilateral
curiously questioning
silent thought-provoking
voices.