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Jesus Christ is God in all His fullness
here He draws His apostles to hear
the importance of what He has to say
for this is what keeps you in top gear
Denial is a word little used today
nobody wants or knows its meaning
but Jesus here says to deny yourself
so to come after Him and indeed stay
Jesus promises we all have our cross
so He commands us to take it up
whatever that'll mean, pain and sorrow
for Jesus took up His cross, truly a full cup
Then we are to go and follow
follow this Jesus on His chosen path
a path ordained from heaven above
any other way brings on God's wrath
Forsake all the world's promises
for that brings only failure and loss
heavens riches and victory are ours
when we take up Christ on the cross
(Matthew 16:24-26
Then Jesus said to his apostles, "If any man would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever would save his life will lose it and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it. For what would it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his life?")
If any one comes to me without hating his father and mother
Wife and children
Brothers and sisters
Even his own life, he cannot be my disciple
Whoever does not carry his own cross
and
come after me cannot be my disciple
Which of you wishing to construct a tower does not first sit down
and
calculate the cost to see if there is enough for its completion
Otherwise
After laying the foundation
and
Finding himself unable to finish the work the onlookers should laugh at him and say
This one began to build but did
Not have the resources to finish
What king marching into battle would not first sit down
Decide whether with ten thousand troops
he can successfully oppose another king advancing upon him with twenty thousand troops
But if not
While he is still far away
He will send a delegation to ask for peace terms
In the same way
Everyone of you who does not renounce all his possessions cannot be my disciple [LK 14:26-33]
It is a fine day to laze in the grass
And to think about that beautiful lass.
Her pretty eyes are lit with laughing fire
And she fills me with impassioned desire.
Alas, in this green field I cannot stay.
I must rise and go and be on my way.
Hardships behind and many to the fore.
How far must I go to settle the score?
It may be long and long ere I get home,
For far and far life has lead me to roam.
Time and time I have studied to go there
And day and day drink in familiar air.
I stand and pick up my gun and my pack,
Setting my feet to the long winding track.
Will she be there when I am home again?
Or, will I have to find another, then?
A man is not a man when he observes
His nation attacked and himself reserves.
He must make a strong stand against evil,
Or see all destroyed in the upheaval.
I may lose too much as an absentee,
But this is for those who come after me
I want their future to be free from fear
And have the kind of life I hold so dear.
Disciplined in doing God's will is the dedicated disciple*
Imparted with wisdom toward prudent influence
Striving to be like His Master according to Scriptures
Compassionate and caring through Christ's clemency
Instilled with virtues by the Holy Spirit's illumination
Prayerful, faith-propped upon the Providence power
Led with love while learning and living in the Lord's light
Enabled to exemplify the Master's service-excellence.
*Luke 14:27 And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple.
March 12, 2019
"Double Acrostic"
i never imagined love could be that way..
it can make you happy or gay...
happiness..
this what im feeling..
when someone made an offering..
of a love that has no ending..
i am a woman..
who deserves a patient gentleman..
who wants and needs love..
that will surely stand the test of time..
so i accepted..
the love that has been offered..
i, full of hopes and dreams..
giving all my love without hesitation..
as days passed by..
something happened i can feel..
this guy that made me feel..
my dream love can be real..
walked away with his heel..
sadness..
engulfed my whole being...
when all of a sudden he is leaving..
thus, tearing breaking my heart bleeding..
people surrounding me observed..
maybe you are not the man i deserved..
they said: "don't be bothered"
for a better man and love will come after..
so, i started to think..
of the times we spend together..
i decided: what should still be remembered..
to a love which isn't meant forever..
i gathered up the sworned pieces..
of what still left in traces...
my strengths; potentials and dreams..
my goals; family and friends..
now, i am recovering..
Ever determined to keep ongoing..
Continuously praying for God's guidance and blessing..
Thinking life's treasures will still be coming..
Ruined by your lies
Now she will question
All those that come after you
When will she trust herself again?
How will she sift through the truth and lies?
How will she differentiate between right and wrong?
She has been cut down
Her judgment stifled
You apologized -
Yet she will for months
Or maybe even years still wonder
Why?
Perhaps even blame herself
Naïve she was for believing your every word ---
But guess what?
She is going to try again
And with every step
Strive and reclaim
Her trust and her instinct again
©125329012015
Not all of the boogeymen live under your bed
Some can be worse than concoctions from your head
Not all of them are green, with sharp and jagged teeth
Some of them are orange, and hide their fangs underneath
They try to hide beneath their masquerading wispy mane
But the wind blows their cover, showing it's in vain
They try to trick us into drinking poison, and get into your head
I hope the ones that believed it, didn't end up dead...
They make you think they're on your side, but only ever lie
They can even seem kind of pleasant, until you sever ties
Then they come after you with all the force of a rocket
And if you try to shake their hand, they rip your arm out of the socket
Their bullying can be furious, sometimes even fiery
Writing nasty rumors about you in a very public diary
Making exaggerated motions, hoping to distract you
Luckily some have tiny hands, that would physically impact few
But their words can be damaging and can demand a crowd
Sometimes their biggest weapon, is that they're so very loud
If we collectively ignore them, maybe they'll get no more attention
The very least we can do, to keep up boogeyman prevention
Sometimes I hate seeing pictures of myself when I was younger. Baby pictures, homecoming photos, the embarrassing high school Facebook selfies. The nostalgia is there, sure. But when I look at that girl, sometimes I don’t recognize her. I don’t feel any true connection to BEING her. But I do envy her. It’s not like I hadn’t experienced pain and heartbreak yet. I was born into trauma, so I’m not sure there was ever a time when heartbreak wasn’t my rain cloud. It’s always been there. No, I think I envy her because she’d experienced pain and tragedy but she didn’t fully understand it yet. She thought she did. But she also thought she’d dance again. She thought her first love would sweep her off her feet and never let her touch the ground again. She thought stars never burnt out and that there were always happy endings. She thought the sun always eventually came out from behind the clouds. She thought men respected the word “no” and mothers came home to their babies. She had naivety disguised in her heart as hope. Optimism. She saw the world in color. She never dreamt that she could lose that outlook on life. But she will. In just a few years, she’ll feel that hope fade. I wish I could go back and hold her. But I wouldn’t tell her. I wouldn’t tell her that her first love uses and abuses her. I wouldn’t tell her that addiction takes over her little brother too. The only person who truly understands her pain on a personal level. I wouldn’t tell her that her mind and body are hiding secrets from her to protect her from the trauma those memories will awaken. I wouldn’t tell her that mom doesn’t show up to do her hair for homecoming or even to see her graduate. I wouldn’t tell her that the burn from the trauma only gets worse. I wouldn’t tell her that the rainbow doesn’t always come after the storm. I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t take that from her. I would let her keep that mirage of eternal optimism for as long as she could grasp it. I wouldn’t tell her that we don’t see the world in color anymore.
In midst of pleasure,in fun and excitement ,
leaving His hand I ran,got lost and
could not find my way and called him a prodigal father.
Thinking He should have come after me ,
I myself turned my back on Him
and proclaimed Him to be a prodigal father .
When it struck me mind ,
how dirty my life had become .
I turned back to Him and tried to find my way .
Tired of trying ,I lost all hope but at the end ,
I saw Him standing on a hilltop,
arms open wide to take me into an embrace ,
to forgive me of all my sins and make me whole again .
It was then I understood that I was the prodigal son ,
but He always remained a loyal father .
The Solar Healer
In my shadow root grows the embodiment that seeks me slowly,
my safety trembles in every wind that blows over naked flesh,
my curiosity is the free expression that dances on burned lips,
the inner fire of the Lion burns with yellow flames that never go out.
My rebellion is the initiation into life that transforms me with gentleness,
my authenticity is the compass that guides me to the deep center,
the structure of my identity is built from bricks of ancient time,
I build from the love that flows like a river through my full chest.
The maturing of my soul is the long road that climbs toward heights,
my compassion has healthy limits in my healed heart,
transformation through vocation is the calling that rings in my depths,
what I offer the world comes from the joy that grows each day.
The inner wise man whispers in my silence dense as morning fog,
my silence is the path to the wisdom that teaches me always,
my influence is the warm giving that fills everyone with light,
by sharing I multiply myself in every soul that listens to me closely.
My cleansing is the slow liberation from old worn identities,
I accept the ending as the beginning of a new road that opens,
the master of my heart teaches others to shine in the light,
I shine without exhausting myself offering my light with care.
The light that remains is the legacy I leave behind always,
my legacy is love in action that shapes the young,
I transmit what I have become in every word I speak,
the healer creator offers form to love and the meaning of life.
The solar mentor is the guide who illuminates the path of those who come,
I have passed through building loss resurrection to learn the light,
the culmination of my mission is transmitting the gathered wisdom,
I transmit light wisdom beauty to those who come after me.