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In an extended world, we live, a universe already fated and finalized,
A world that knows all the spirals and turns we might hit, the ruin in a single tremor.
Our goals are tied only to the future; we believe we all deserve an eternal resting place.
Children live in anticipation of the peak; the elderly live in its recollection.
The wars of the flesh ended long ago, yet we still ceaselessly battle with our coverings.
There is a childish belief in us that we are destined to surpass others,
An illusory belief that we already know ourselves.
As if we were not all made from the same fabric,
As if we were not just an empty vessel filled with all the world's filth.
We cut the paper along the drawn lines, we whip ourselves when we stray from the contours.
With hands buried deep in the thick layer of the coat, we try to warm our feet.
All this should have been right.
Who truly knows another way?
And here I am, on a melancholic evening, dressed in memories like in old garments,
Watching the shadows on the walls, shadows that unravel and reassemble,
A silent dance of the past and the future, a mute dialogue of the divided self,
Wondering if I will ever find the right lines, those lines that do not lead to the precipice.
Deep within, I feel the waves of time engulfing me,
How each moment is a raindrop on a country road,
How each thought is a falling star in an infinite sky,
And yet, I resist, I cling to the dream that I am more than a shadow in this cosmic dance.
Buried in the melancholy of the evening, in the silence between two heartbeats,
I wonder if I will ever know the true fabric of being,
Or if I will remain forever a traveler on this dusty road,
A soul lost in the labyrinth of its own illusions.
Under the shadowed vault of time, where power flickers like a deceptive beacon,
Authority entices the shadows, drawing the basest elements of our kind,
Throughout history, humanity has been shackled by the dregs of the world, slaves to their own decay,
They endure any humiliation, commit any vile act, just to taste the nectar of domination.
The wretched remnants of the world boil in the potion of sovereignty,
Each government, a parliament of debauchery, defiling the soul's virtue,
In the tragic mirror of democracy—whispers reveal that we wear their masks,
Desperate, we cling to the threads of authoritarianism, seeking relief from anxieties.
In the abyss of thought, we dance on fragments of broken dreams,
The narrative flows, a river of lost hopes,
Seeking release in promised power, blind to hidden traps,
Captive in a labyrinth woven from our deepest vulnerabilities.
Eyes darkened by uncertainty gaze toward fragile horizons,
Our hearts, fragile, beat under the weight of perpetual injustice,
We drift into the melancholic reverie of unfulfilled dreams,
Hoping that one day, truth will shatter the illusion we have built.
With arms outstretched to the pale stars of the night,
We find solace in shadows, seeking fragments of pure light,
Dreaming of a world where our sleeping souls awaken to freedom,
An unwritten story, etched with mystic melancholy across the skies.
But until that dawn, in this realm of illusion and unchecked power,
We hold hands in the dark, cherishing the fragility of our hearts,
Imagining a world where our unseen words unlock change,
In a mystic odyssey of poetry and healed souls, under the watchful stars.
March 30 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 13-14
Key Verse – 1Samuel 13:14 …The LORD hath sought him a man after his own heart…
FAITH IN GOD WHO SEEKS US AFTER HIS OWN HEART
God seeks us after His own heart midst His truthfulness
While checking our faith against disobedience and perverseness
So that we can abide in His will’s graciousness
Despite fearfulness that troubles our joyfulness.
God seeks us after His own heart midst His might
While strengthening our faith along sin-battle’s height
So that we can win by His deliverance-fight
Despite weakness as we flee to His light.
God seeks us after His own heart midst His purification
While sanctifying our faith toward holiness-action
So that we can follow His commands with dedication
Despite evil in our journey’s successful completion.
God seeks us after His own heart midst His Word as love letter
While instructing our faith against being a doubter
So that we can obey Him willingly since He is our Master
Despite attacks of the enemies as we cling to Him---our victory setter.
God seeks us after His own heart midst His pity
While nourishing our faith in pardoning our confessed iniquity
So that we can beseech Him always with humility
Despite pride that hinders our worship-sincerity.
God seeks us after His own heart midst His peace
While upholding our faith upon His compassion that does not cease
So that we can serve Him while our trust in Him we increase
Despite discontentment that brings futile caprice.
God seeks us after His own heart midst His helping hand
While driving our faith to soar up and firmly stand
So that we can enjoy sharing His blessings in the promised land
Despite noise of vanity along worldliness-demand.
March 30, 2025
An old man at a rest home, in a pillowed chair
sat turned to a window with a cold and distant stare.
Now bid by politician to impart his words so wise ,
startled all that day as he spoke with tear filled eyes.
Willy Nilly !
Slogans silly!
What a lot of worthless poo !
Vanity and irony , Arrogant hullabaloo !
Rounding once again the bush and never coming to a point.
Answers from a candidate with eyes that case the joint.
Searching for donations selling hundred dollar dogs
while your nation lives in squalor and their rations feed the hogs.
Acid etching freedom as you fly the flag in storms.
The Whitehouse once a castle is now a drunkard’s dorm.
And we the weeping people must cling to hope and faith
in the remnant of a legend of a country that was great .
You greet each other in the street and shake each other’s hand .
Taking shortcuts to your pedestals to bypass common man .
Your citizens are divided over conflicts you devise .
They vote for you and for their votes your promises are lies .
For this our comrades shed their blood !
For this their mothers cried !
And when Uncle Sam was finished,
He bowed his head and died.
Follow me into my mind
Through the shadows of time
Open the door and lock the gate
Repress memories might escape
Windmills turn wheels churn
Ember of thoughts yearn to burn
Tears inside wash the brain
Emotions tightly whined refrain
Whispers breeze into the ears
Eyes blinking hidden fears
Hands of glass heart of stone
In a crowded mind your all alone
Mind is clutter body weak
Thoughts rushing begin to leak
Tongue is loose and dry
Every truth speaks one lie
Cold sweat breaks from skin
Toss and turn burning thin
Knowing what you ignore
Turn the key lock the door
Head sinks in pillow eyes weep
Tired mind wanders for sleep
Black the heart mist of blue
Images flutter old but new
Lies find you bare and nude
The world mocks and hates you
Falling fast betrayed by sin
Bloody hands you wash again
Count your silver lust for gold
Faceless victims your greed holds
Trouble waters rise to the edge
You slip and cling to the bridge
Falling caught in windmills blade
Round and round you are saved
Nightmares haunt the weary souls
Guilt hidden won't let you go
Trust is someone you can't find
Windmills turning in my mind
Not Done Loving You
Calling from the other side
I'm calling out your name.
So caught up in the sadness
of the things that aren't the same.
Listening to and shining through
I see the tears you cry.
Touching me as I'm touching you
if only you could try.
Like passing through a curtain
how I left you on that day.
I heard you crying out to me
and begging me to stay.
The Master called me home you see
my work on earth is through.
Still He listened, your tears glistened,
I'm not done loving you.
So He took our memories
etched them in your heart and mind.
And through His grace and mercy
I left those things behind.
To cling to on those darker days
when things aren't going right.
To stay and keep watch over you
when you fall asleep each night.
My time has come for moving on,
my time on earth is through.
But until forever's over
I'm not done loving you.
Edwin C Hofert
The way of faith full of turns
turn on that point to have hope
you never know what'll be next
get hold of it cling to that rope
God's filled with mercy for His own
for those that's His people are not
as mercy is for those no mercy
steadfast hope is felt better than taught
judgement comes on house of Israel
for their deeds there seems no cure
but a lion comes in true likeness
so natural coming to ever endure
Punishment comes from the Lord
in forsaking God playing the whore
reaping injustice and fruit of lies
but even faintly hope always in store
Never give up O Israel in God
for the Lord loves you so free
His healing is for all your sins
your hope blossoms for all to see
(I have read through the book of Hosea and I've written this focusing on the HOPE that it brings.)
The old book lies open
as if it finally gave up
trying to hold its spine straight.
A faint mustiness rises~
not unpleasant, just honest.
Someone left wildflowers on the page,
thin stems crossing the margin
like they wandered in
and didn’t bother to leave.
A few petals rest on the sentence
that once meant something important.
Raindrops cling to the blossoms,
small bright beads
that look as though the sky
paused long enough
to add its own commentary.
The words underneath don’t complain;
they simply share the space,
letting the flowers speak
in their quiet, wordless way.
For a moment,
the whole thing feels accidental
and perfectly right~
a story meeting what grows
without needing permission.
Very thrilling and immensely divine
are our smiles touched by golden sunshine;
we have reached that moment set by time,
and getting lost in sweet images,
we run wild and catch them in our empty palms,
not letting them escape to the golden clouds!
It's evening now and the blue waters turn gold,
and endlessly charmed by what we feel and see,
every song heard above is a joy to be;
every whisper seems another silent word!
We can be touched by the soft roses
that cling to the calm and warm skies;
we can hum the same joyful song
of the Merlins that gently rises:
be it earth or heaven, to these they belong...
like us who have sealed a promise with a ring!
RENEWAL OF YOUR MIND
Most people have resolutions in mind.
It's the determination, they could not find.
They want to be transformed.
Yet, no steps or processes are formed.
It's easy to say or list the resolutions.
It's hard and difficult to make decisions
to be disciplined to change
and not to think determination a challenge.
Change starts in you, within you.
Making your resolutions depends on you.
Therefore, you have to change
and change is a real challenge.
Change requires to open your mind to new ways
and not to cling to your old ways.
Stop conforming to your old habits
and begin to adapt to new habits.
Make it easy to rid the old ways
by dancing and rapping them away.
Start dancing and rapping them off
and sing "shake them off", "shake them off", uh... uh...
Open your mind to new ideas, new ways,
new habits to replace your old ways.
Dance and rap to bring them on.
Sing "bring them on", ''bring them on'', uh... uh...
It's up to you to renew your mind.
Although, it's easier to say than do "renew your mind".
You have to decide and have a strong determination
that could give you a new direction
to make your resolutions and put them to fruition.
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL SOUPERS
May this New Year bring more unity
and humility to the world.....