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The scorpions creeping out from words slowly, acutely framing
where judgement claims the higher position unconditionally
lone vulture hanging over its unsuspecting prey ready to pounce
once so blind ambitions reverberates back as unqualified honours least deserved
Pompous narcissistic elements with nonsensical fruitless talent
held within egotism where fools of choice becomes one’s ability
under total admiration publicly declared in lonely self-centeredness
becomes a sterile reflection back to oneself blinded by arrogance
As friends become nemesis’s unnamed obstacles of your vainglorious rise
Sounding echos reverberates a never ending recording of undeserving self-pride
knowing more than all of what is right claiming the false prize for me, me, me
It matters not that lonely superiority must accept the great divide
False praise their claims attention that inflames your senses unjustly wise
crying regrets a prize is a prize nothing to be gained under the sun or moon
striving after winds have blown a gale force within hidden torment
the wreckage that's left after such destruction can only be found wanting
a co written piece in unrhymed quatrains by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
TAXING THOUGHTS
Let us hide behind a litany of lunacy
Of gods and Gods, prophets and profits
Does it do any good to feed the hungry
When we are the cause of the hunger
To take money from those who work
And give it to those who can’t or won’t
Do the presidents dogs really need SS protection
More than his garage door needs a lock
Why does the Red hat of the toreador
Arouse such venom in the capeless
Must I give up my right to be me
So that you can exercise your right to be you
Must I turn away
Lest my eyes offend you
Silence my laughter
To sooth your self-centeredness
Must I teach my children and grandchildren
That they are less than because of who they are
Let us hide behind a plethora of flags
And mock the one allowing them to fly
March 9 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 10-12
Key Verse –Judges 10:16 And they put away the strange gods from among them, and served the LORD: and his soul was grieved for the misery of Israel.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SOUL DEFENDER
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your mount of holiness
Thank You for enabling me to arise through Your faithfulness
While I forsake self-centeredness
And overcome worldly vexation with Your wisdom-graciousness.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your camp of service
Thank You for helping me conquer misery of slothfulness-practice
While I fight fruitlessness with Your valour though I’m a novice
And outgrow idleness according to Your Word’s notice.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your house of rejoicing
Thank You for leading me to Your restoration-peace with Your blessing
While I dwell in Your care’s compassing
And optimize Your grace toward Your bliss-possessing.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your coasts of mercy
Thank You for cleansing me from confessed sins by Your clemency
While I hearken to Your exhortations’ persistency
And open myself to Your teaching midst truth-fervency.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your vineyards of soulwinning action
Thank You for making me behold rewards of discipleship-session
While I bewail my fruitlessness in labour-malfunction
And offer to You my best by Your work-production.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your might of deliverance
Thank You for welcoming me to Your presence with faith-appearance
While I repent from my unbelief, claiming Your assurance
And own Your pardon along Your blessed guidance-perseverance.
Lord God, You are my soul Defender
upon Your promised land of victory
Thank You for comforting me with Your sacrifice of divine history
While I praise You for freeing me from judgment’s fury
And orderly follow Your directions toward triumphant glory.
March 9, 2023
Line of Inquiry:
“Mistaken that I was this body-mind,
I succumbed to desire and fell to fear
but on choosing pathways loving and kind,
light of God in heart began to appear
and truth of my true essence became clear,
which made in God’s image, is living light,
gripping us in rapture of bliss delight.” - Unseeking Seeker
Oh to rid oneself of human weakness,
let go of fears and not give in to lust.
Oh to see the finish of one’s bleakness
by putting in God’s hands one’s total trust.
To open up clarity’s sweet portal
and understand God’s truth should be the goal
and strive to be more than a mere mortal.
Oh to really feel God in one’s soul!
The year is ending; let me wisely choose
the path of love and kindness – God’s own way.
A person gains when he’s prepared to lose
self-centeredness. For all mankind I pray
we recognize God’s light and let it shine -
to bring a world of bliss – God’s peace divine.
Struggling to take residence in the nook of my mind...
...skepticism along ignorance confronting my truth-steadfastness:
faithlessness' shouts and doubts' screams
while I face challenges...
Oh, wretched torments of misery!!!
"Help my unbelief*, God;
in You do I trust."
Striving to hide in the innermost vacuum of my soul...
...evil afflictions to my spiritual well-being:
selfishness' grip with covetousness' shackles
bondage-fetters grievously burdensome...
What miserable imprisonment!!!
"My Saviour, forgive my self-centeredness;
let me feast in Your contentment."
Lurking in the darkness of my heart...
...abominations of loathsome sinfulness:
displeasing the Lord of my life
being a reproach to His glory thru my idolatry...
Guilty heavenly miser am I, despite being granted eternal life!!!
"I beseech Your cleansing, my Lover;
purge me with Your blood's sanctifying might."
Abiding in my motives' closet...
...intents of divine nature's love-filled service:
earnest devotion, faith-anchored to live for my Creator
buttressed with compassion-care for others...
How blessed am I to minister to those in misery!!!
"Uphold me then, my Master;
lead me toward fulfilled, faithful, fruitful stewardship pursuits."
*Mark 9:24 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
December 31, 2018
2nd place, "Misery" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/5/2019.
I feel asleep at the wheel
while she slipped on out the door;
I didn’t notice, but the signs were there -
She didn’t love me anymore.
She probably told me, but I didn’t listen -
focusing on the football score.
The home team won; I took the bet,
but my loses continue to soar.
That Queen-sized bed that seemed so small
when the two of us fought over the sheets;
Engulfs me now in emptiness
and a guilt that is complete;
A love that I took for granted
just drove away on down the street;
My complacency and self-centeredness
has left me in defeat.
Her recorded voice on our answering machine,
I know I should erase;
I know that I am the one to blame
for the sad look upon her face;
Her cries for attention I brushed aside
when instead I should embrace;
And now I hear echoes in every room
of this sad and lonely place.
It’s too late to ask forgiveness
It’s too late to change my ways
It’s too late to make amends
It’s too late to save the day
It’s too late to say “I love you”
And to show you just how much
It’s too late to recognize you
And for your heart my love to touch
Streets are filling with needles, disease, and narcissists.
The airways are rimmed with demands for respect.
If you don't agree 100 %, they'll wring your neck
People U-turn to the outhouse to retrieve souls.
Not realizing until it's too late.
That they've flushed it all down the toilet bowl...
Grasping blindly through turds of madness...
Directionless.
They turn from Love and God into the blowhole
of influencers, YouTubers and TikTokers.
Pods of dolphin people flipping for clicks...
Looking to make a name for themselves.
Not through talent, class and hard work.
but through shock and crassness.
They fancy to blame boomers for failures and madness.
I once had a teacher (frustrated by our terminal self-centeredness)
who once told a bunch of giggling know-it-all kids...
" One day the world is going to scare the living hell out of you".
How right you were, Mr. Adams.
How right you were.
(Author's note: Traditions of walking a labyrinth as a form of meditation go back many centuries. Labyrinths in Christian contexts usually have a single, winding path instead of a maze’s many possible dead-end paths. Mazes are puzzles to be solved. Labyrinths are tools for meditation.)
Life Labyrinths
By Mark D. Stucky
Nothing frightful lurks in sacred labyrinths.
No Minotaur inside waits to devour us.
No complex branches exist to confuse us.
Only a single, circular path,
winding back and forth,
silently invites us.
A path sketched on the ground.
A path for prayerful healing
of any monsters in our minds.
A path intended for mindfulness,
peace, and private pilgrimage
toward contemplative centeredness.
As in life, our path curves
and endures sudden detours
and substantial reversals.
Our goal comes closer to us
but then recedes from us
over and over again.
But we can be certain
we’ll eventually enter
that elusive center.
(Originally published on Amethyst Review, 1 July 2022.)
(Photo by Erez Attias on Unsplash.com.)
With training your mind will go and stay
Wherever you want it to.
Where you put your attention
Your mind will go.
What you put in your mind
Will eventually fill it.
So begin by aiming it where you want it.
But be careful what you wish for,
And what you gather,
Because that is what you’ll get.
Since there are more of others
Than there is of yourself,
And since everyone suffers
Put your mind on other’s suffering
To keep your own in perspective.
The rule with suffering is it can always get worse.
But suffering is also only temporary.
Like everything, it too shall pass.
Yet suffering can also become unbearable
When it is all that fills your mind,
So be careful what you focus on
Because that is what will fill it.
By focusing on others one’s own situation
Gets smaller and softer.
Others, after all, are both vast
And a little mysterious, unlike ourselves
Which we can make very tight and knowable.
There are many methods to focus on others,
As many as the stars, and as easy as simply
Exchanging them for us
With each in and out of every breath.
With practice it becomes natural
And its benefits spill over into your world.
The mind after all fills with what you put in it.
With less self centeredness
Our center literally loosens and opens.
What was a single solar system
Becomes a star cluster, then a galaxy
And eventually a whole Universe, teeming
With myriad galaxies as vast as space.
Space which by nature is open and infinite.
The beauty of compassion for others
With its concern for causes and conditions
Is it leads to awareness of spaciousness,
Which is without cause and condition.
What is unconditioned is unchanging
Birthless and deathless, our true basic nature
And a reliable ground to put our faith in.
The beauty of the mind is it will go
Where you aim it,
And it will fill with what you find there.
(9/24/26)
I know of a very good-sounding song.
I heard it first when I was very young.
Its theme reminds me of a lovely nursery
rhyme. It speaks of and longs for peace, harmony,
and togetherness. The song and the musical group
are without a doubt among the world's best. But I
disagree with what it advocates in the lyrics of the
song. Surely, we all would love to see unity from sea
to shining sea. However, I unequivocally oppose the
price it is willing to pay for the cause of peace, harmony,
and tranquility.
I am a boomer and grew up in the troubling
sixties. I do understand what I assume to be
the dream and intended purpose of the song.
I'm not sure if the producers and singers
believe every word. Notwithstanding, it's a
great tool to spread a message. The message
is clear, and they have no fear.
There is nothing to interpret or explain. They say,
"Imagine". It seems that every line is clear and
plain. They have great imagination, but it appears
to take them in a direction that leads away FROM God.
I also have imagination, but it leads me TO God.
I cannot imagine that there is no heaven.
I have anticipated heaven all of my life.
Unlike them, I CAN NOT imagine there's no God.
I have invited Him to dwell in my heart and mind.
But like them, I CAN imagine no organized religion.
That is to say, a religion of man-centeredness. I
CAN NOT imagine there is no hell either. I really wish
there was no hell, but wishing won't dismiss reality.
I CAN NOT imagine having no possessions because I work
hard for them. Neither can I imagine no countries, because
I believe in borders and the sovereignty of nations.
There is so much more to be imagined in that beautiful song.
We say that beauty is only skin deep, and for this song, I
would agree. For my ears, the beauty stops on the surface.
For the sake of beauty, I wish that it was not so. For the
cause of peace, I wish that I could join them, but wishing
does not erase reality. I have always declined the invitation.
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