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This is a day and age of scepticism
the things of former years are denied
God's holy book is given no notice
it's laughed to scorn never be applied
But there's a day coming upon earth
when everybody's number will be up
the one who made us will say 'the end'
no second chances, look at your cup
Have you received your cup of salvation?
which God gives to all who believe
be sure your anchor is in Christ
for if not without you, He will leave
Are you ready to meet the saviour?
looking forward to that glorious day
will you be ashamed to see His face?
or have you followed His Calvary way
Jesus is coming, maybe now!
when on earth He told it so
that one day Christ would return
for His own whose hearts will bow
(This is written about what if Jesus came back today.
Would you be prepared to meet your maker with a loving and bold heart?
Or would you cower and ask forgiveness one more time?
Or would you deny Him forever?).
I am in the middle of nowhere without a gun, bullets, bow or spear, the philistine are coming upon me and an angry crowd is moving towards the square.
You have got to help me to get out of here, for the second judgment is drawing near and nothing on the island will be speared; prepare your evacuation route and get a comfortable pair of walking shoes.
Daylight greets me like dew dripping from a motionless tree
And the sun with its candid smile emerges from its resting place and in seconds it starts to blaze. I walked in circles to purge the heat from my body, but it kept filtering out in the street and a big celebration began in the square.
This is the irony that I never fear, I know that something good was going to happen but I could tell where, and when the sun came out my spirit began to shout and the crowd in the square reminds me that destiny was near.
The desert heat spreads its warmth all over the city and anger
Turn into a smile and the big band was standing by, the food trucks start rolling in and the vendor start to sing, the people kept coming and the desert was filled with canopy.
It is the magic that sometimes happens when life takes you on a winding journey, the fragility of the wind fizzle out when you move about and the pleasure of life takes you where you wants to go, you never could imagine that you could be part of the show.
Can you feel what I feel the moment is real, just listen to the flute and it will remind you of your youth, when you climb the hills and valleys and the elements in the sky whispers a sweet lullaby.
I am standing on real earth and gravity is under my feet
It is where we ought to be, close to the fish that swims in the sea.
And when the vastness of life surrounds you and night falls
You will leave the desert wall and take a ride out to the middle of sea and the moonlight will have a dialogue with thee. Just I and you sitting there absorbing the pleasure of the salty air.
I am nowhere in the middle of nowhere because you are here
And the moon sprinkle its light over the calm sea and the desert heat melt with passion for thee, and it all came together without a doubt and at last we could celebrate history.
Come and join the desert crew something special is waiting for you.
At God's specified appointed time
He shall be the God for all His own
coming upon their aid at their side
bring to fruit all the seed He's sown
Then God declared to be their God
confessing 'you are my people' He says
out of His deep love for His own elect
for God saw in eternity past all their days
His promises are all true and amen
for they shall indeed survive the sword
even in the wilderness, they'll find grace
the Lord will bring them their award
God's people seek for real rest
the Lord came for peace to appear
in this your mourning turns to joy
filling you afresh with God's holy fear
The love of God brims to the full
bringing such faith so everlasting
continuing forever God's faithfulness
this fills you joyful to long-lasting
(The Lord Will Turn Mourning to Joy
Jeremiah 31: 1-3 (ESV)
“At that time, declares the Lord, I will be the God of all the clans of Israel, and they shall be my people.”
Thus says the Lord:
“The people who survived the sword
found grace in the wilderness;
when Israel sought for rest,
the Lord appeared to him[a] from far away.
I have loved you with an everlasting love;
therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you.)
Sara
Compassionate, Spiritual, Shy, and Creative
Sister to four older biological brothers
Lover of God, Home, and Family
One who feels affection deeply, concern for many, and intrigued with nature
Who fears wars, plagues, and disasters coming upon the world and universe
One who would like to see peace on earth, nature at its best, and love overflowing
Resident of West Central Georgia
Kendrick
Sara
Compassionate, Spiritual, Shy, and Creative
Adopted sister to two older brothers and one older sister who died in infancy
Lover of God, Home, And Family
One who feels insecure, needs to be perfect, and close to nature
Who fears what horrible things are coming on this earth
One who would like to see families stay intack, love overflowing, and nature at its best
Resident of West Central Georgia, The Universe, And One Day Heaven
Kendrick
I am like the tree that is split into two trunks..I was born to one family then adopted by another but share in with adoption into the family of God..The change in the poem is the fact that I was adopted so a major change in my life
Coming upon the Easter sunrise
there comes a secret spirit
a home, more stable, than the month before
snuggled deep in the heart of the springtime grass
It is more than the chocolate and pastel eggs
or a breakfast of waffles on a bright Sunday morning
More than a dress, or a new pair of shoes
or voices in church singing "...Alleuhia"
Even more than a ball game, in a big front yard
and cars driving up the long driveway
Three families
three cars
children piling out
noise and laughter, ham, baskets, smiles, and hugs
gratitude and joy
'Christ The Lord Has Risen Today'...and again, again, and again...
although, it is evident that the spirit.....
has never been far
away
~
For Linda Marie's Contest
By Carrie Richards
Sara
Compassionate, Spiritual, Shy, and Creative
Sister to four older biological brothers
Lover of God, Home, and Family
One who feels affection deeply, concern for many, and intrigued with nature
Who fears wars, plagues, and disasters coming upon the world and universe
One who would like to see peace on earth, nature at its best, and love overflowing
Resident of West Central Georgia
Kendrick
Sara
Compassionate, Spiritual, Shy, and Creative
Adopted sister to two older brothers and one older sister who died in infancy
Lover of God, Home, And Family
One who feels insecure, needs to be perfect, and close to nature
Who fears what horrible things are coming on this earth
One who would like to see families stay intack, love overflowing, and nature at its best
Resident of West Central Georgia, The Universe, And One Day Heaven
Kendrick
I am like the tree that is split into two trunks..I was born to one family then adopted by another but share in with adoption into the family of God..The change in the poem is the fact that I was adopted so a major change in my life.
All of this written on : April 16, 2015
Too weak to utter words,
and unable rise her sunken eyes,
this is what my aunt Lucy told mom
on her deathbed when sunlight
struggled to enter the dark room,
" Endure grief with faith...
think of the glory you'll see!"
" God will welcome you to Heaven...
your struggle will end by night!"
Silently she resigned to her fate,
and turning her moribund head she nodded,
accepting the final agony coming upon her...
and everybody's tears had to be released,
to show her the affection and the love nurtured
by obedience, kindness and sincerity.
To watch her die, made us aware of our own vulnerability,
which will face on our darkest day with or without comfort...
blessed are the ones being consoled by prayers,
making their grief bearable until their breath stops;
blessed was mother to have seen angels rapture her...
when her heartbeat could no longer be heard!
Her spirit rose up as they carried it with caution
to the blissful place of angels, martyrs and saints...
because she lived a Christian life of truth and sacrifice;
and mom will certainly remember how we squeezed her hand,
comforting her without showing the intensity of sorrowful emotions
as we whispered, " Mother, you have loved us dearly...so have we!"
Wan and weary in sultry heat
he walked on and on through dust and dirt
off the bustling street, looking for a shade
Paving his way through by lanes
at last reached a quiet spot,
full of green cover.
Like an Arab coming upon an oasis
amid the panting sterility of the desert,
he rejoiced.
It had an air of monastic seclusion
a mysterious charm and a sedate calm!
Here he sat under a poplar tree
Soon was lost in a reverie.
What thoughts coursed through his mind,
he had no idea but found himself in a cave.
To his horror, saw a human countenance,
staring at him from a dusty corner
A shriveled old man with a gnarled face,
and projecting cheek bones
resembling a mummy, curiously preserved!
But it moved drawing closer… still closer
He noticed the man’s quaint appearance-
flowing black garb, flaming eyes, and grey wiry hair.
A chain of skulls was tied around the neck
and sinister objects were strewn around.
No doubt….
a necromancer……!!
Without a second glance,
he ran…….. and again ran!
What would have happened if he had not run?
For a moment he couldn’t think.
What was it that he heard?
was it the thud of a coconut falling
or the barking of a dog?
Now he knew it was all a dream.....
a dream within a dream while he fell off into a snooze,
sitting under the Poplar tree!
With a kind of embarrassment, he realized;
even if he had not run, nothing would have happened.
___________________________
November.2.2022
~ Placed First~
I Chose to Run, But Had I sTayed... Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Anoucheka Gangabissoon
brothers we be, brother we be free
brothers we be
brother we be free
me and lil bro would have these sword fights
yelling fight to our deaths
yelling to the victor gets Kristina the neighbor's daughter
we were young
about ten
drawing inspiration from each other
and being heroes someday we be
we also put words in Kristina's mouth
she didn't mind, she was like us
this was back in the late 60's
in the land of the midnight sun, Norway
it was also during a time in history
of the viet nam war where these Americans were being protested against
numerous time, i remember,
the house windows being spray painted and broken
brothers we be
brother we be free
we also faced hostility from neighboring kids, much older kids
to the sword fights we go
we fought gallantry
with our little weenie sticks we would fought with so much
gallantry, so gallantry
the kind we would roast weenies and marshmallows on
we were Spartans, fighting passionately
honing our skills for these mean kids
and let me tell you those weenie sticks hurt
it hurt our backside when i sliced off mom's roses
let me tell you
brothers we be
brother we be free
we were also mischief
stealing dads cigs and liquor
sneaking out late at night to our tree forth
one time with Kristina
and let me tell those tree forts hurt our backside
let me tell you, i kid you not
especially when Kristina's dad told ours, ouch
brothers we be
brother we be free
against the neighboring kid we held our own
let me tell, me and lil bro
earning respect on the fjords
fishing, canoeing, swimming
in winter
skiing, especially long jumping and hockey
summer months playing soccer
in time we were ingratiating ourselves with the hood
let me you we did
the best was taking a hike deep into the forest one day
coming upon an inhabited cabin
breaking in, stealing some reindeer horns, girly mags
cookies and sweets
it was passage of life, it forged memories
for two brothers that grew some balls, conviction
experience growing up fast to protect their honor against the hood
but mostly, mostly
brothers we be
brother we be free
connie pachecho
1/21/17
It was indeed a September morning
and most memorable; So unlike any
before or after. I remember the
PLACE, coming upon a hill on a
famous California highway as the
sunlight began to light up my day.
So fitting also was a SONG to go
right along with the mood and the
workday morning. September Morning
was the song. That morning, that
beautiful song, belonged to me.
Yes, that treasured moment was
a gift from God, never forgotten.
September is my birth month, and
I love it in describable ways; Ways
for example, that I believe resemble
myself. A BRIDGE between the
troubled waters of Summer and
the freezing icy days of Winter.
I'd like to think that my life
has been and is a bridge enabling
a few others to get across the obstacle
courses of life. Like September, not only
am I a bridge but also a COOL BREEZE; one
to cool a few heated humans who otherwise
would not cope.
Like September, I also am one who anticipates
a soon-to-be-realized HARVEST time and prepares
to GATHER treasured fruits from the hard labors
of Spring and Summer.
All of God's creatures have been placed here for
a purpose. My prayer shall gladly be, "O Lord,
may you always allow me to be someone's BRIDGE,
someone's BREEZE, a HARVESTER of the fruits of life,
and a GATHERER of the good.