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October 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 8-10
Key Verse – Matthew 8:3 And Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him, saying, I will; be thou clean. And immediately his leprosy was cleansed.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CLEANSING AND HEALING US
Praise be to God for cleansing and healing us from our:
Frustration-futility toward His forgiveness
Filthiness-fever toward His fellowship
Fret-faltering toward His faithfulness
Foulness-flu toward His fruitfulness
Fear-flight toward His freedom
Matthew 9:22 Praise be to the Lord for comforting us:
Challenging us with His call of courage
Caring for us by His compassion-calmness
Correcting and chastising us by His counsel
Converting us along His command for change
Cheering us amidst our consecration-cleansing
Matthew 10:37 Praise be to the Saviour
for enabling us to love Him more than:
Position, propped by provisions
Possessions, propelling prosperity
Preferences pretending to be precious
Priorities against His precepts and principles
Progress in our passionate prized performances. Amen!
October 4, 2024
February 10 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 5-8
Key Verse– Numbers 5:6 Speak unto the children of Israel, When a man or woman shall commit any sin that men commit, to do a trespass against the LORD, and that person be guilty…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GUILT CLEANSER
Lord God, You are my guilt Cleanser against trespasses
Thank You for checking my carnality’s imbalances
I repent from indulging in jealousy curses…
Please forgive me while You bring me near Your miracle-instances.
Lord God, You are my guilt Cleanser against bitterness
Thank You for confronting my bad thoughts, causing filthiness
I repent from breaking Your law due to my stubbornness…
Please forgive me while You free me from chains of haughtiness.
Lord God, You are my guilt Cleanser against evil communication
Thank You for correcting my lack of discipline and devotion
I repent from neglecting my vow of consecration…
Please forgive me while You guard me with Your protection.
Lord God, You are my guilt Cleanser against shallow commitment
Thank You for chastising my hypocrisy in sacrificial engagement
I repent from offering with wrong motive’s settlement…
Please forgive me while You accept me of my favorable ministry-involvement.
Lord God, You are my guilt Cleanser against being worldly
Thank You for calling my attention in my folly
I repent from minimizing value of testimony that’s godly…
Please forgive me while You teach me to come near You prayerfully.
Lord God, You are my guilt Cleanser against proud flight
Thank You for cutting my fleshly pursuits toward vanity’s height
I repent from seeking temporal delight along worthlessness-might…
Please forgive me while You purge me to do what’s biblically right.
Lord God, You are my guilt Cleanser against iniquity
Thank You for chastening my disobedience for me to follow with sincerity
I repent from doubting Your promises of loving authority…
Please forgive me while You assure me to trust You with faith’s certainty.
February 10, 2023
Crows, bats, witches, haunted houses, goblins, ghosts and me
Pumpkin bread, corn pudding, warm caramel apples my way.
Delicate intricate spider webs between my house and garage.
Holding me in a delighted way on an October day.
Stringy gooey gritty globs of pumpkin slosh on my hands.
As I help squealing jack-0-lantern creators scrape.
Laughter of children coming in waves from leave piles.
Husband screaming at the referee calling him an ape.
Fluffy tailed squirrels chastising each other over walnuts.
Screeching if they think another squirrel has gotten a bit more.
Solid cinnamon roll smells wafting in from my happy oven.
Maize on porch, beside gourds of various colors next to door.
Autumn is here in all her glory, showing us the colors we expect.
Luxurious reds, yellows, browns and oranges showing up in droves.
Cardinal songbirds twitter and trill their announcement of winter.
Magic of fall showing up in pumpkin potpourri and smells of cloves.
Contest: your best new poem
Written. 10/03/2019
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Invisible to the naked eye
traumatization (courtesy
chastising and reproaching -
by fellow classmates
and later in life
birth parents and inlaws
dealt hefty figurative jab)
tremendously impacted yours truly
analogous to him moving bajillion miles away
compounded by his withdrawn demeanor
diagnosed when he reached middle adulthood
as schizoid personality disorder,
thus exhibiting obvious developmental delay
bullied courtesy nasty brutes,
who scapegoated and rejoiced
with hip hip hurray,
meanwhile I experienced
terrible psychological melee
escaping to safe confines of bedroom,
where I wanted to stay
for mine remaining years of life.
Retrospective review
now approaching my doddering old age
constituted more'n one cruel (cheap) trick
played on super tramping urchin,
who traipes across virtual global stage
ensnared within whorled webbed wide
spending his hard earned itty bitty wage
spinning one strand after another.
DOWN AT THE BURIAL GROUNDS: A BLACK HISTORY PERSPECTIVE PRAISING OUR BLACK ANCESTORS
“Our ancestors—with less—did more!”
“That we, with more, would have less to do!”
Down at the burial grounds,
The stilled voices of our ancestors
No longer scream out chastising words
To those of us sitting there shedding tears:-
Yet, in the quietness nature can only give,
And with us in search of divine wisdom,
In the womb of mind, you can still hear
The tinkling of ghost freedom bells:
“Bong… Bong…”
“Bong…Bong…”
Down at the burial grounds,
In the quietness only nature can give,
In the womb of mind, you can hear
Ancestral ghost voices echoing:
“Let freedom ring!”
“Let freedom ring!”
Down at the burial grounds,
In the quietness only nature can give,
In the womb of mind, you can hear
Ancestral ghost voices advising:
“Don’t let nobody turn you around.”
“Don’t let nobody turn you around.”
Down at the burial grounds,
In the quietness only nature can give,
You can hear, in the womb of mind,
Ancestral ghost voices directing:
“Liberty must be fought for and won.”
“Liberty must be fought for and won.”
My people, with enlightening minds
Of divine wisdom and guidance,
We must spend more time in
Echoing ancestral ghost voices:-
Indeed, our children need to hear and know
How far they have come, where they are,
And What must be their focus as they go about
Getting to where they must now be going towards:-
Then they too, can go down
To the burial grounds, and in
The quietness only nature gives,
Can hear our ghost voices chanting:
“The truth shall set you free.”
“Free your mind, and you are.”
“Forward ever…backwards…never…”
“Glory to God…your navigator…”
in midtown, twin clock towers chime.
their peal resembling tumbling coins.
procrastination, now a crime,
consummate idleness purloins.
youth may clutch her bottled seconds
to transact on a rainy day.
she addresses urgent errands.
handsome faces gallop away.
i've seen my own spring and wither
between these effortless minutes.
cherished vanity's coy sliver,
wasteful without observed limits.
i'm liquor-free and off-caffeine,
walking in sunlight on cool grass.
crunch my vegetables, staying lean,
extra sands upon the hourglass.
lost my rosaries. almanacs!
are charming nooses, rave and posh
pocket planners build sky-high stacks.
moments have no spares, cut the bosh.
shouldn't spend my flowers wantonly,
chastising walls, scaling degrees.
there's never enough time, truly
to claim wealth from its poverty.
bitter crackling of seashells,
the sand sinking beneath her feet, the tide
boiling with screaming lobsters,
nettled nightmares,
even as the calm umbrella’d shore
teases sanity.
a white dress believes all it’s told.
the groom grips a broomstick.
measures years with red and black lipstick.
holds
the neck
lightly,
but still, the chastising wring,
the storm chasing, the wind whipping,
shatterproof windows hang by their hinges,
flapping.
sour-aromatic shells on splintered floor
seen through binoculars,
wide lense of a buffoonery cartoon,
desperate tongue licks
to adhere two or three pieces.
on her knees, wooden needles stitch
back and forth zigzag,
face plant of contusions.
twilight brings stars, gathers
the haloed angels in her arms,
tosses them into the dark sky.
the wings awaken an army.
a scroll becomes their carpet
of stairs, studded
with answered prayers.
her groom with sparkling teeth,
soft rose petals pressed
in her open palm,
a diamond-eyed fool -
she loves him.
1/20/2019
Sponsor - Silent One
Frightened and confused, freedom advocates
stopped listening to their hearts.
And Christians began chastising those
who have chosen
not to forsake their souls
for political gain, greed, and hate.
Division is a ploy
used by agitators
skilled at drawing emotions
from old wounds.
We all agree
that only God can change the past;
and yet, each one of us
holds the power
to change the future.
Americans are wandering through
an emotional minefield;
ready to explode in their faces,
and provide provocation for a civil war.
Let's reflect on the meaning
of freedom for all;
and the pursuit of happiness!
Together, we may find the answers
that bigotry buried
within hushed-up questions:
we're now just starting to explore.
The ugliness of racism
is finally being exposed for what it is:
and yet, some still refuse to see
that freedom for all is within our grasp!
Quietly he goes about assessing situations,
Searching for the weakest link,
The source of consternation;
Seeking out the places where you need to make improvement.
He'll be your guide, a rudder,
The source of your inducement.
Evaluating habits, of each one he takes note,
Caring not how you must feel,
Or of the ire evoked.
Improving others character is his goal in life,
Teaching and chastising,
His family, friiends and wife.
Of singular importance, his opinion of the world.
It does no good to disagree,
Or dodge invectives hurled,
At all who wish to argue point, dispute he will not suffer,
From any who would self-appoint,
Themselves to be a buffer,
Twixt a man who wishes naught but good upon the world;
To bestow upon us all,
His precious wisdom's pearls.
He points out how it should be and what you're doing wrong,
Elaborating on each fault,
It's like a kind of song.
He'll sing it to the very end, though end I've never heard.
When you explode and tell him off,
He thinks you quite absurd.
It's hard to be above it all, you feel so all alone.
They say good looks are but skin deep,
But Dumb Goes To The Bone.
Judy Ball
Thinking it's up to you to point out everyone's faults or what's wrong with the world today is going to drive people in the other direction when they see you coming.
Crows, bats, witches, haunted houses, goblins, ghosts and me
Pumpkin bread, corn pudding, warm caramel apples my way.
Delicate intricate spider webs between my house and garage.
Holding me in a delighted way on an October day.
Stringy gooey gritty globs of pumpkin slosh on my hands.
As I help squealing jack-0-lantern creators scrape.
Laughter of children coming in waves from leave piles.
Husband screaming at the referee calling him an ape.
Fluffy tailed squirrels chastising each other over walnuts.
Screeching if they think another squirrel has gotten a bit more.
Solid cinnamon roll smells wafting in from my happy oven.
Maize on porch, beside gourds of various colors next to door.
Autumn is here in all her glory, showing us the colors we expect.
Luxurious reds, yellows, browns and oranges showing up in droves.
Cardinal songbirds twitter and trill their announcement of winter.
Magic of fall showing up in pumpkin potpourri and smells of cloves.
Written 10-07-2019
Contest: Give Me Your Best Poem
Sponsor: Emile Pinet