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As military medical personnel and National Guard troops from every state and territory deploy to fight COVID-19, we are all so grateful (I am much more grateful because I have two daughters on the front line and other adopted daughters who called me papa too). We know that battling against this virus, they are facing dangerous conditions. Their families know it too. They are living with that same anxiety — that feeling in the pit of their stomach — that won’t go away until their loved ones are out of harm’s way.
The last several weeks have been some of the most challenging moments that we have ever faced. But in the midst of all the fears, anxieties, and uncertainty, please remember that Christ died, was buried and rose from the grave and now He at the right-hand side of God the Father.
And it’s Easter time that we are celebrating! A perfect time for hope, rekindling of faith, renewal of spirit and rejoicing in the triumph of the Lord Jesus Christ.
His reconciliation has restored our relationship with the Father. According to the Scripture, we are no longer condemned but redeemed through His blood. For the law of the Spirit of Christ Jesus has MADE us FREE from the law of sin and death. For when we mine the things of the Spirit, we can call those things that be not as though they were.
Please, don’t get me wrong, we have a work to do and the Holy Spirit which He sent, is here to help us to get through this challenge we face. And we together are more than conquerors through Him that loves us.
So let us all together keep our military worker, National Guard troops and other workers who are on the front line in our prayers.
This is my take for today.
Chilly wind blows over white hills
Outside snow falls on windowsills
Life comes to halt o'er frozen lakes
Dazzling the eye are snowy flakes
Woollen caps and coats are worn now
Icicles cling as snow sleds plow
Nippy weather bites the strangers
Translucent ice creates dangers
Eerie the storm that howls about
Raring to go are children out
Below zero degrees they fall
Lights dimmed, bleak conditions for all
Uplifting skis and skates enthral
Eventide blizzard does appall
Slowly snow descends at nightfall.
10.07.2020
I wonder how your touch would make me feel now
Its warmth, which comforted me once,
Would probably burn me
I'll turn away from it
As if it were a viper
Wanting to harm me!
I wonder how your eyes would seem to me now
Their tender gaze would probably make me want to cry
So much that I'll stay away from you
Fearing you as if you were pestilence
Telling myself that someday, somehow,
I'll amass enough strength in me
As to be unmoved and unshaken by you!
I wonder at how life would seem to me now
I had found meaning and purpose in you
But now,
I only feel like renouncing it
Seeing it as a mere medium through which I
Accidentally fell and which has me trapped in its web!
I wonder how the Heavens would seem to me now
They were that which I looked up to
When the harshness of Earth pricked me
Promised they had been, to me,
If i would meet certain conditions of the Gods!
But now,
They seem empty, as empty as ghost towns are
Or as empty as sunken ships are!
I wonder at everything that has happened to me
Still I choose to hold my belief in my faith firm
Pray, life pricks and its madness
Is potent enough as to render everyone in its midst
Mad as well!
I wonder if my prayers would be answered
If the Gods would listen to me
And would take me away, far away from this world
Which only gave me laments in return for having
Dared taken birth in its womb!
Pray, I sit and wonder in the silence of winter
As its winds chill my bones
Causing my separation from the Gods to hurt
To such an extent that living feels like an agony!
She was young, like the fawn,
The calf or lamb…
Heart alive with wonder
She wouldn’t listen to fear
Never a whisper of worry
She grasped life by the tail
And said, “hurry”!!
When she married, she expected
More of the good, but she misunderstood
Her husband was suspicious
Watched her like a green eyed monster
Ever fearful of losing his wife
He chose to protect her with his life
Young and vibrant, ever the innocent
She fell in love with another
His heart was bruised and he followed through
With placing a gun to her head
Telling her soon she’d be dead
She only whispered tenaciously,
“Go ahead… I deserve it”
And he looked at her, had mercy
Placed the gun on the shelf
Watched her leave despite the pain
That swirled in his veins
As he watched her close that door
Near death, she found
Was something that would abound
Inside a heart who expects
To reach beyond better
To find the very best there is
The best being love that lives
In the heart of one who gives
Without conditions, completely
Love that instills the belief
That God shelters trusting souls
With His ever abiding hope…
For the glory of heaven’s shore!
Near Death Experience Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
April 26, 2022
We Russian peasants are struggling to survive
in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and five.
The workers labor for as much as fifteen hours a day,
receiving meager wages in conditions too dangerous to stay.
Besides, a war is being fought involving many a man
where no victory is apparent against the Empire of Japan.
Father Georgii Apollonovich Gapon heads an organization
that in a peaceful manner, seeks substantial amelioration.
Father Gapon and members of his central committee
planned to petition the tsar in St. Petersburg city.
Unarmed women, children, and old men were in the crowd.
“God save the tsar” was the chant that could be heard out loud.
Imperial Guard forces and saber-wielding Cossack cavalry,
confronted the crowd before the Winter Palace on Sunday.
Shots were fired at the marchers at the Narva Gate.
Many scores of unarmed people met a bloody fate.
We peasant citizens gathered from near and far
in order to pay homage to our beloved tsar.
However, it appears Nicholas did not seem to care.
In fact, the tsar left the palace and was not even there!
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Church bells muffled on Sunday
Whispered almost silent as people glide in to pray
Inclement weather conditions toll a long good-bye
Blizzards come with mounds of snow on a somber curve
The fallen collect themselves inside as worried souls
Leaves completely freed from trees become detached
Cannibalized by savage storms clawing at their back
Long stripped of life they could not last the hour
Too weak, crisp, loud, to cover up or hide in quiet
Laid naked, bare, lost innocence and mystery devoured
Oaks stand like towers emptied of themselves
Hollowed out holes by age that grow no more
Webbed fingers jut, twisted from the middle
In competition with the holly house in white
December stretches to the distance warped
Trees become skeleton warriors fighting back
Howling winds wrapped in Winter sin
Blowing south on holiday wishes cold
The congregation leans in to sing a carol
They fill in spaces made by Christmas conjuring
One might say
they have found a gemstone
among the ocean
but it is quite more than that
weathered
tattered
tumbled by the ocean's currents
it's history speaks
transformed by nature's hand
it's brokenness has outlived its usefulness
as it comes to his final resting place
up on the beach
hidden by millions of san granules
like a diamond in the rough
so to speak
-to me
it represents my love of the ocean
it's ever-changing tidal conditions
that have washed the treasures of years gone by
it takes me back
to shipwrecks and their treasures
and the time it has taken
for this beautiful sea glass to emerge
in the end
it's a renewal of their presence
forgotten but now found
as my curiosity has gotten the best of me
I have reached you
But still, I don’t feel safe
For they know I am with you
Persistent with their knocking
On the grate on the back door
On the steep slope of lawn
At the end of a long cone of light
They demand to know, to enter
Without understanding.
They shoot up their electronic messages
In an endless pursuit, hunting out and
Up from the darkness of their perverted will
Attempting to arrive here with us
They demand access and control
Without passing through the fire
Without first returning home
Without replanting
In the purified ground
Rising to your world near the front garden
Without opening up the crust of the red iron earth
To till in new planting
In the furrows of the soft warm clay
Clearly described in the instructions
And dictated by the severe climatic conditions
Of the purifying new sun’s light and holy rains
Filling this new terrain and
Described in the planting manuals on the shelves
Hanging on the walls between the icons
In the conical labyrinth of rooms
Along the corridor
From the back rooms to the front garden
Soon we will close off this passageway
And take off in orbit
Into the new galaxy prepared for us
From the beginning
Planted with star-seeds
Of the Divine LOGOS
From the beginning of time.
The harvest has finally begun.
Perhaps we don’t even have to put that sign on the back door
For the fields are so ripe with the fragrance of the October vines
And the olives are so mature they are about to fall off the trees
That everyone will know we are at the harvest
And if we ever return to the world
Of the old house where the back door was
With its open grating, we will find the ground burned,
What stood, turned to ash, disintegrated,
Returning through death, re-integrated
Into the earth of the underworld, to be reborn,
As new re-connected trees,
In the garden of an old world
Re-planted and now re-visited
For one last time.
No funeral bells were ever heard
And neither were there any angels
Of Divine Annunciations carrying us off
It just happened under the guidance
Of secret voices hidden in the core of life.
The days of "Good Faith" were enacted
To ensure all people of both
Populated regions to stand down and
Withdraw from the actions of current
Conditions in the light of
Diplomacy.
Ignoring current conditions might
A unified stance on both parts might bring a condition
Of calm that causes the unity of
All to
See the future.
When all want peace in every corner of disputed areas a process of unification can began
to start to heal. The effects and effects of
tension to be neocated through treaty.
Might the will of the people
In all see the ending of one era to begin the
Start of a new area. The cold science of demand fostered
By the need to exist.
The need of all involved in a process that is universal.
Stand down and withdraw.
The need of the world to take president of
the wants of fractured individuals united
to disrupt.
To allow the new interiorals to make anylisist
And those who opposed to agree
Structured from history and the dreams
Of the unrealistic faction. A people united for the good of
Current and future conditions.
Both in fairness and in right.
The wines of tomorrow are the juices of today
Undebated and with question the bragging rights of field to table the expertise of the farmer.
He speaks neither in tense that his wisdom
Is neither exploited or undermined.
"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . "
ee Cummings
Although we split up many years ago
He lives with me today, forever a friend
His heart is always beating with my own
Reassuring my spirit that I’m never alone
He doesn’t answer me when I ask a question
Yet he seems to know the words to speak
When I’ve had the displeasure of some defeat
Encouraging me to try over and over again
He isn’t sleeping beside me anymore at night
But there is a certainty that he brings to me
Feelings of pure enchantment that come through
In my dreams, where he is always alive with me
His love may have failed to stay beside me
But it has never failed to remind me that I feel
So sure that I have been loved without conditions
With a love that stays with me long after separation
November 1, 2019
Writing Challenge, November - Some Kind of Love - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode