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I rule over the night
undaunted with all my might
I have time to spare all I can bare
Watching the hand chime
tugging…pushing…shoving
through whirling toil
that feed the spoil
Perplexing strife
refusing to give up
Power and torment
We are too caught up in our own power
and ruling over each passing moment
each passing night…destroying the twin towers
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
I’m tossed…shifting around with uncontrolled anguish
Zipping…tripping over rambling bolts
spiraling into a mad house
Don’t enchant your intolerable voice
I see no love dwelling in this household
Do you seek for your power…
you insufferable traitor?
Seeking our upcoming doom
brewing strife in the heap of ruins
brewing strife while we still leave room
to obey and remain under power
You are assuming the worst
father…mother…
rule over the passing anguish…circling around
stumbling around…not aware
Hey you! play fair
Behave and stay awhile
before you feed the fire that holds sheer vile
Allow love to not be thrown away
into another pile
I grasp no love engrained
In our giving garden
that plants ceaseless approval
Pardon my faults
I was far from comforting sleep
Dread is driven mysteriously
Through an endless night
Moving on the tracks
Forming into an alarming train
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
Who did the labor suitably?
worthwhile father…pleasure-seeking mother
Don’t enchant your intolerable voices
and expect us to listen sensibly
Demanding us to do labor
and assist our displeased neighbor
Why do you melt the delight away?
Throwing away a flavor of ecstasy
and put us to glove-less labor
without putting our favor and opinion
into the overlooked pile
Burning agony
dries the buried glee
Saved for a grieving moment
Playing like a warped tune… unable to express
solitude that develops in the heart
raped by the ragged uncertainties
without taking heed of our pleas
These desirable moments
Cherished in the deplorable journey
They weren’t acknowledged by power
Love in those days were brand new
Do you have a clue?
they were cherished...
Bountiful…
stranded in a deserted past
in merciful beauty…caught under the spell
Where did that come to pass?
Where’s the love?
Who’s doing all the blaming?
Who’s choosing our faults?
June 3 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 68-70
Key Verse – Psalm 68:5 A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in his holy habitation.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY FATHER ALMIGHTY
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
surely arising to carry me to Your presence
Thank You for Your salvation that makes me rejoice with gladness’ essence…
Seeking Your will, I dwell in Your holy habitation’s iridescence
Set me always in Your goodness to overcome solitary gloom-license.
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
securely establishing me by Your perfection
Thank You for Your stability that guards me from foolish instruction…
Standing upon Your grace, I praise You for Your benefits’ provision
Seal me always with Your mercies, beyond depths of my transgression.
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
steadfastly leading me to Your sanctuary
Thank You for Your sacrifice that causes me to follow You toward victory…
Submitting to Your wisdom, I come to Your enclosing hands of glory
Strengthen me always by Your power midst my worry because of sin-misery.
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
sweetly comforting me in my weariness
Thank You for Your satisfaction that confounds me of my haughtiness…
Stepping in Your light, I abide in Your righteous zealousness
Sanctify me always along Your cleansing pardon toward my holiness.
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
sincerely hearing me and my prayer’s plight
Thank You for Your shield that encloses me within Your deliverance-delight…
Singing for Your honour, I exalt You for Your help in my distress-blight
Stir me always midst Your gentleness as from sorrow, I take my flight.
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
straightly humbling me of my arrogance
Thank You for Your specialty in miracles gripping me with divine elegance…
Shining with Your radiance, I claim Your granted eternal inheritance
Sustain me always with Your supplies along stewardship-assurance.
Lord God, You are my Father Almighty,
speedily rescuing me in Your timely haste
Thank You for Your servanthood example that prods me for works so chaste…
Staying in Your plan, I overcome worldliness’ tempting vanity waste
Support me always in my quest to savor Your of heavenly taste.
My heart is broken for our dear Texan dears
Happy campers
Then flash flood washed way
in earth's tears
Words escape me as I write my heart
That grieves with you whose hearts are torn apart
The yellow rose of each precious soul
A childhood dream was summer camp's goal
And oh, the glorious Fourth of July
Turned from delight to "Oh, Dear God, why?"
What words could I lend to each of you
I pray that God will see you through
In tears I reach across the miles
That somehow God would gift you smiles
Of those who now in heaven's wake
Above the heartache's of sorrow's quake
Gaze in glorious wonder and awe
At Christ Himself and angels they saw
Far beyond earth's pain and deception
The safe Haven of Heaven's purest joy
and elation
Father God, comfort dear Texas tonight
Give them heavenly visions
God, hold each soul tight
In Heavenly Father's sweet loving arms
Above sorrow and pain and earths
Flash flooding harms
Please hold them dear Father,
All those mourning here
Give them comforting visions
Holy Spirit, draw near
Far above sorrow of valley and glen
Our prayers reach to heaven
Again, and again
I pray Thee, send comfort
In Your Name Lord
Amen
When you return home after many years,
stepping onto familiar soil,
your heart stirs with bittersweet anticipation.
The sun-tinted house that once witnessed your dreams
now stands a stranger, with cold eyes afar,
overgrown vines clinging to its weathered walls.
It is as if time has woven arras of indifference,
forgetting the dwelling you once held dear.
Your gloomy eyes , yearn for the sight of loved ones.
Brimming with longing and delight,
search for the comforting presence of a mother’s love.
But her cot is empty, an echoing void
that resonates with absence.
The silence lingers, a haunting reminder
of the void left behind.
Your ears strain, longing to catch
the timbre of your father’s call,
but the emptiness engulfs you,
and his voice is but an echo in the time.
Oh, how it pains you to realize
that the essence of your childhood has vanished,
scattered like fragments of a forgotten dream.
The trees you once nurtured
no longer extend their branches in recognition,
their leaves now whispering unfamiliar secrets to the wind.
The birds that sang in joyful harmony
have embarked on their migratory journey,
leaving behind only mark of their melodies.
In your room, where time stands still,
A sanctuary of memories, both tender and surreal.
Your photo on the tinting wall,
Whispers tales of laughter.
In this moment, you stand suspended
between the realms of nostalgia and reality,
caught in the delicate dance of remembrance and loss.
The evening glows, once bathed in golden hues,
now cast their gentle glares upon your soul.
Days spent in the backyard beneath the sheltering heaven
of a tall tree flicker before your eyes,
like fragments of a fading painting.
As you wander through the corridors of time,
retracing the steps of your youth,
you come to realize that home is not merely a collection of tiles
not a building, confined within four walls,
it’s a dropbox of your heart, where dreams are saved, love and laughter sprawls, a symphony of whispers, of joy and tears combined,
an abode of cherished echoes, forever intertwined,
an eternal flame that cannot be extinguished.
As you stand there, amidst the overgrown ruins of the past,
You find the lost essence of being, imprinted upon your soul.
No matter how you wander, how far and wide you roam,
You know you’ll always return, to the place that owns you.
…
MY FATHER'S GENTLE HANDS
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I remember my father’s hands as a plumber’s hands—fiercely strong, calloused, rough, knuckle-battered, and dirty after a long-day’s work. Those hands shoveled; unclogged drains and toilets; repaired leaks; and installed pipes, commodes, and bathtubs. Those hands provided.
I remember my father’s hands as a fisherman’s hands—perfectly patient, tenacious, self-confident, and unwavering as he held his fishing line and lure stabile, waiting for a fish to take the bait. “Keep your hands steady. Stay focused,” he prompted me when I asked him to teach me how to fish from his flat-bottom boat. Those hands fished longer than they ‘plumbed,’ rarely missing an opportunity to commune with nature, seldom losing a fish. Those hands fed.
I remember my father’s hands as a treasure hunter’s hands—firm, certain, and capable, listening intently to his metal detector’s tones learning to discriminate the sound a good coin makes compared to the choppy, broken sound a junk target makes. Those hands searched, discriminated, and found soulful answers to life’s complex questions and dilemmas.
I remember my father’s hands as gentle healing hands—kind and comforting as he wiped away the tears that sometimes streamed down my face. Without saying a word, those hands loved, consoled, and encouraged—always righting my world.
I remember my father’s hands—full of strength and hope as he took my trembling hands in his. Those hands gave me courage—the courage to reach up in search of everything impossible, leaving me with the unbridled sense that to do anything less was the greatest impossibility of all. Even now whenever I need courage, I can feel his hand around mine helping me to feel invincible once again.
In my mind’s eye, I often see my father’s hands—every line and every wrinkle. They told a story about the kind of man he was. I’ll remember my father’s hands for the remainder of my life. I’m grateful for him, for his enduring spirit and presence, which continues to grace my life despite his passing some years ago.
Dad's hands tell a tale
they did countless loving things
they touched and guided
they shaped and molded
they encouraged me to reach
they held the stars in place
they held rising sun
they sought deep understanding
they chased lonely moon
rain. so cold. like small whips at my face swung by a man in a yellow coat too old and dirty to show sunlight anymore. waves attack the boat like a pack of wolves, darting, biting, gnawing, retreating, repeating. in the waves i see my reflection, a ghost, already drowned in that big blue leviathan. my body just floating in its depths, floating free and unchained. liberated from the deck beneath my feet, the comforting terrain of the beast we sail through these uncaring waters, the only thing to keep us from the depths below. the depths so deep no sunlight would go. depths so dark. so dark.
there are mountains down there, mountains and monsters and little rocks with little fish to call them homes. big rocks with big fish to call them little rocks. bigger fish to call the smaller big fish food, and monsters to call it all a playground, a training ground for the endless struggle of land and sea. the monsters will battle and kill and win and live to fight and kill to die and these wars between the krakens, the serpents, the behemoths and titans of the sea. they clash with such bloodlust and splendor that the blows carry to the surface and release tidal forces unseen.
diving. deeper and deeper, blue, purple, midnight black. soul crushing void surrounding, so open, so empty, so oppressing, so tight. i am flying, i see stars, i am a satellite through this expanse, my radar picks up nothing. blip. something. something close. blip blip. things. close things. curled in a ball i am an asteroid, hurling through this darkness, i want to escape. every direction is darker, there is no north, there is no up. there is no trail of soggy bread crumbs. there is no expanse. there is a chasm, the walls are close and cold. they cannot be seen, they cannot be felt. they just are. the longer i look out into that black the closer they get, and the smaller i make myself the smaller i must stay. if i stretch out a finger, an arm, a toe, i will collide with something, or something will collide with me. i will be sent off course, careening into the walls of this underwater canyon, forever bouncing from sharp stone to sharp stone, ever falling downwards. or upwards? there is no bottom. i do not know which way bottom is, there is no top. there is nowhere that i came from, there is nowhere that i go. i am just hurling through black, and the black is crushing.
Hey you,
I know what you are going through
Trying to stand tall and strong
While a deep rooted pain arising from within
Is eating you from the inside
You don’t know what is causing it
You don’t know how long it will hurt
But through all the pain and hopelessness
You still smile
Hey you,
I see the tear stains on your cheeks even after you brush them away
I wish you wore them with pride
Like battle scars or war paint
For every moment when you don’t give in to those thoughts running in your head
You become a warrior
Hey you,
I know self-worth is a foreign concept for you
You think you are not good enough for them
For her
For your dreams
Or for life itself
But you are wrong
They are waiting with open arms
She is waiting with an open heart
Life is waiting with all the opportunities you desire
Let them in
For if they thought they didn’t deserve you
They wouldn’t be waiting
For the moment when you are ready
Hey you,
I know those days of hopelessness
When the pain becomes too much
When you feel like running away
From everyone and everything
When you feel like running away
From yourself
Just remember
No matter what
Come back home
Hey you,
I know those times
When you think too much
Worry too much
And don’t want to fight anymore
During those times, just remember
It will be fine
How do I know?
Because I have been through it too
Carrying the burden of the world’s opinions
On my shoulders
I lived every moment in anxiety
Had trouble sleeping through the night
Even though my nightmares felt more comforting than reality
I felt alone and defeated too
I had been broken
But then I learnt
To sing a little louder
To dance a little crazily
To let go of the burden of other’s opinions
And most importantly
To laugh a little more freely
I have learnt
That I don’t always have to be the best
Just the best version of me
That I don’t always have to be strong
That I shouldn’t be scared to cry
And wear my scars with pride
As they have made me stronger
So here I stand
Waiting for you with an open heart
So let me share your burden and lighten your shoulders
Let me give you a light if it feels to dark and cold
Let me make you a warm cup of tea for I know you are tired
I just want you to know
You will be ok
So hang in there
And enjoy this moment
Spring is right around the corner
How seeing the smile on his face
How it exposes the dimples he tries to hide
And it goes up to his eyes
To catch a glimpse of it
Makes my heart smile
That all it takes is a few words
To turn my day around
A few words to bring a smile
A few words to make me laugh
He does that to me
Does he even know what he does to me?
How when I am wrapped in his arms
The world fades away
It’s just us there existing
The safety and security I feel
The warmth of him
So comforting
In his arms I feel at home
And for that moment in time
Nothing seems to be missing
And life feels complete
Does he even know what he does to me?
When I look into his eyes
And he doesn’t look away
And stares right back into mine
How my breath catches in my throat
He doesn’t really know
Just how beautiful his eyes really are
How they see deep into my soul
How there’s a puddle at my feet
From the thawing of the ice around my heart
Does he even know what he does to me?
Even when I can’t think my day can worsen
All it takes is just the right words
From him to change my entire attitude
For him to bring a smile to my face
For him to bring a laugh in my throat
And that he wants nothing more
Than to be here to wipe away my tears
Does he even know what he does to me?
That I still get butterflies when I am waiting
Waiting to see him again
That my heart races and my palms sweat
It’s like sweet chaos inside of me
Then there he is and we embrace
And my hands tremble from it all
My voice quivers as much as I fight it
Because it’s so hard to contain my excitement
Does he even know what he does to me?
That he makes me feel free to let go
To show him the things I’ve hidden away
To want to take off the masks I’ve worn
To feel like I can let it all out and cry
That he brings out the best in me
How he is breaking these chains that bind
How he’s helping to heal these wounds of mine
If he only knew the comfort I felt
If he only knew how fast my heart races
If he only knew how much I want him here
If he only knew he’s the first person I think of when I wake
If he only knew he’s the last person I think of when I sleep
If he only knew this yearning inside
If he only knew how this wall is crumbling
If he only knew how my life is so much better
If he only knew of the happiness he gives me
Then he would know just what he does to me....
Above ,
sitting atop a crested hill
solitary , but nary lonely
Agemo is what he answer's too
but question is alway's on his mind
His twin , Ahpla , calls him a dreamer
Agemo has grown to expect this
considering Ahpla's domineering demeanor
alway's suggestive to take without quarter
not understanding his brother's nature
how Agemo recieves more satisfaction giving
being there for the rest of the pack
helping to create a pleasant atmosphere
Ahpla's role as a tough , no-nonsense
protector , can show no weakness
he love's his brother Agemo
but at time's detest his obvious softness
But the pair with it's conflicting opposites
has found a way to oversee
those dependent on their intelligence
stern at times , yet comforting
Right now though ,
Agemo continues to watch
the rise of the moon's daily journey
wondering what tomorrow will bring.....
Ahpla and his twin brother Agemo
are the proud protector's
of a land called " Laskrizon "
a lush mountainous valley
nestled northwest by southwest
in the western hemisphere
Hidden to most , known only to few
legend tell's it , that Laskrizon
is a famed combination , called so
considering it's the last lacrimal horizon
the final portal , the last vestibule
where Nature hope's , and other's wait
uncertainty weigh's heavy here
The pack are guardian's of a secret
holders , protector's of a treasured jewel
only knowing , a time will come
the unknowing stirs an unease
but the honor bestowed keeps steady
Alway's a watchful eye to the sky
never was told what to look for
they believe they'll know ,
when the time arrives
anxiously awaiting
fortitude a definite calling here
The jewel is a stone
more so , a rough corpus
a veiny mass ,
crystalized in time from space
some have called it a seed from heaven
in the land of the two-legged
it's been called many names
grail stone , philosophers stone
even the water stone of the wise
All the pack knows
is to protect at all cost's
lest it falls into dire grips
The stone's purpose is unknown
easily overlooked at first glance
closer inspection reveals it's uniqueness
only under the light of the sun
distinct golden specks and threads
glorious in it's smallness , yet
simulating a galaxy of stars
with the spiral wynd of veins
a frozen beauty...........
( to be continued....)
Shed a tear for the stars,
Who’ve fallen blindly,
Like a slow ache,
To the still, dark earth,
Where inklings of grace,
Grow wild as the sands,
Flowing free, like make believe,
In the heavy prison
Of dusty songs,
Warring with the night,
Before life went wrong,
Echoing melancholy
To night’s wounded soul,
One who knows lonely
Never stays alone
Soon, the other will enter
The solitary pain,
Revoking the seclusion
As time colors spirits
In sentimental, gentle
As the glow of fireflies
Glistening silhouettes
Shadow’s regrets
A million miles
Yet, here we are, stumbling
Through the silence, still
As the last breath, gasping
Wandering through promises,
Stirring seasonal freedoms
Flowers, rain, reflections
In the spirit, I hear Him
Singing, singing, singing
Never giving up on me,
Hesitating like afternoon,
Healing, helping, heartening
Comforting every last wound
And I hear Him, His song
Pouring out like a river, rushing
Waters of love – softly flowing
My heart, assured, knowing
Forever is coming soon
Time never forgets
Seasons blessed by psalms,
Heart words, warring with dark
Truth that has a voice well known
For its fire, its depth, its wisdom
Reflecting all the serenity found
By those who know Him, love
Like a sea of eventual
Forming lakes of everlasting
Hopes of God’s perfection
Sunshine images erasing the pain,
Seeking to shine like the grace
That finds the lost, despite the cost
Rescuing, freeing, saving
What was impossible
Is positive of His love,
Love like a sea, splashing
Light all around my spirit
Joy without measure
Wherever I am, whatever comes,
I know One who has made a way
One who shines brighter than I can say
He is the promise that I can’t break
With all my worst sins, all my darkness
I can’t spoil the song that He wrote…
When He came to die
Then come back to life,
Making a way for you and I
Thank God for the words
Poured out in love, true love,
On pages of Holy verses,
He came to save the world
And assure the heart whose heard
What it means to follow His path
Leading to life, everlasting
Life that will never end
Life that is forgiven of sin.
I’m so thankful that I’m His
I’ve been chosen and blessed
So I’ll never stop thanking Him!