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1. I have spent time with numerous women, engaging in relationships that were often superficial. I have shared moments of intimacy and, regrettably, have caused heartbreak in many love stories that ultimately felt misaligned with my true self. This is not a confession of pride; rather, it is an acknowledgment of my past. I have experienced affection but failed to reciprocate it adequately. In my youth, I valued the idea of love but did not grasp its true essence. People often fell for my charm and humor, while I was captivated by the attention I received. However, I have come to realize that this was not genuine love; it was merely a fleeting attraction. I wish I had shown more appreciation to the women who loved me deeply. I mistakenly equated intimacy with love, but I now understand that physical connection alone does not constitute a loving relationship. I recognize my errors and the pain I caused. I apologize to those I have hurt, to those I took for granted, and to those whose hearts I broke. This message serves as my heartfelt apology to every woman who loved me sincerely while I failed to reciprocate in the right way. If you happen to read this, I hope you can find it in your heart to understand.
February 26 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 35-36
Key Verse – Numbers 35:34 Defile not therefore the land which ye shall inhabit, wherein I dwell: for I the LORD dwell among the children of Israel.
HEART THAT RESPECTS THE LORD WHO DWELLS AMONG HIS CHILDREN
Our heart respects the Lord Who dwells among us, His children, with His mercy
While our faith rests in Him along our trust’s persistency…
He keeps in His satisfaction’s sufficiency
So that we can focus on eternal pursuits, not on temporal endeavour’s urgency.
Our heart respects the Lord Who dwells among us, His children, with His compassion
While our love for Him is tested against sin’s oppression…
He keeps us in His forgiveness’ peace along our honest confession
So that we can stay in His will, following Him through Scriptural vision.
Our heart respects the Lord Who dwells among us, His children, with His kindness
While our obedience to Him conquers carnal fearfulness…
He keeps us in His Word’s faithfulness
So that we can abound in His service-opportunities filled with heavenly worthiness.
Our heart respects the Lord Who dwells among us, His children, with His understanding
While our knowledge of Him is increasing midst revelation’s unfolding…
He keeps us in His wisdom’s bonding
So that we can view divine glory upon salvation-standing.
Our heart respects the Lord Who dwells among us, His children, with His guidance
While our gratitude to Him expresses our prayerfulness-attendance…
He keeps us in His grace-abundance
So that we can behold effective stewardship against diligence-avoidance.
Our heart respects the Lord Who dwells among us, His children, with His covenant
While our vow toward Him overcomes fruitlessness and being stagnant…
He keeps us in His pardon’s presence, righteously dominant
So that we can expect powerful revival, subduing pride so repugnant.
Our heart respects the Lord Who dwells among us, His children, with His light
While our servanthood depends on His might…
He keeps us in His workmanship’s security against slothfulness’ blight
So that we can labour with Him along His partnership in ministry-delight.
February 26, 2026
Don’t be angry
Dear, never
Just understand me
You must see the reason
For my approach
Okay. I know. It wasn’t nice
After twenty-seven years
To knocking
I am so sorry
It is my fault
But I can’t feel the time
All the past is just yesterday
In my mind
I know, this is not a nice poem
Not a magnetic song
Not a blues
But honest
Hmm
Dark honesty
Come from my heart
The confession
To your life
To the purity
The dark
The dark
I am so sorry
For the past
For your fate
I didn’t see the future
If yes
Then I stay there
Sorry
Please
For my
Dark
Life
Love you
Still always
Deadly
Alive
Born of Autumn, hair like wheat, honeymoon babe - right on time.
Mom and Dad underneath the limbo pole - winners-on-high.
In descending gondola, my birth had no notion of lovers.
Sparkle of snowflakes against window pane; my reflection.
A copper penny tossed in air; will it freeze, or will bus steal show?
The scent of snow; the kick of flakes; I’m racing my shadow.
Honeysuckle ascent and bees are buzzing; sometimes annoying.
The stingers you want - paired up; besides, I’m a wallflower.
“I remember you,” a confession at a reunion.
Becoming a dark-brunette; in the heat, the length shortened.
Summer fun seventy-seven; Sun In yields red highlights.
Sooner than later a sailor will find seasons of Aloha.
"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive
us our sins, and to cleanse us of all unrighteouness."
1 John 1.9 King James Version
if I confess my sins to God he will heal me
but my confession must be sincerely said
and I must repent with my heart and soul
then, God will heal me and will cleanse me
I believe in God, the Father Almighty
he will remove the stain of sin from my soul
if I hold my sins and do not confess I am alone
separate from God and I will be spiritually dead
and after death paradise will never be mine
I believe in God the creator of Heaven and earth
I want a relationship with God with no barriers
and by accepting his mercy and forgiveness
I can unburden my soul and release the pain
and God values even those who have no faith
I believe also in God's only son, Jesus Christ
all he asks is for me to be responsible for my sins
show my regret and remorse with sincerity
resolve to never repeat and repent and believe
and he will remove the stain of sins from your soul
_______________________
January 21, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/unwavering faith
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1423-438-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Repent and Believe
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 01/30/2022
If everyone were to disappear, but everything remained unchanged,
The world would be a vast cathedral of the echo of regret,
Where empty streets silently carry the ghosts of choices,
Those fragile threads that bound us in the dance of life.
The masters we chose—greed, apathy, comfort—
Would be shadow sculptures in the architecture of our absence,
And you, like a wandering specter, would be the invisible witness
To a landscape breathing our deeply ingrained indifference.
The sky, shrouded in flames of memories over lost cities,
Would burn not just with fire but with memory clinging to time,
Whispering in the merciless silence of the wind through abandoned homes,
The creaking of rusted gates becoming a chorus of unfulfillment.
The smoke from the chimney, once a symbol of warmth, now spits bitterness,
Dry leaves, like torn pages from forgotten stories, dance alone,
Scratching the earth with whispers sounding like a hidden confession,
Asking in every echo: where were you when it truly mattered?
What if this were the end, not with a cataclysm of fire,
But with a slow unraveling, a silent disappearance into the night,
Where humanity slips into the abyss, leaving the world empty,
And in that silence, you feel absence in the marrow of your being.
Would you feel contempt for the chosen masters in those fractured moments?
Or self-betrayal, a deep and constant pain,
For the soul you abandoned in the pursuit of desires?
In this end, there are no heroes, only the relentless truth,
Reflected in the lifeless eyes of the world left behind.
The most dreadful part is not the disappearance, but the drifting,
The watching, the knowing. It’s not just the world that’s empty—you are too,
And in the haunting silence of the place once called home,
You finally realize: absence is not just a void. It is a mirror.
When you look in the mirror and peer inside your soul,
I pray, my dear, someday you’ll see the real you, sweet and whole,
the one who has existed for so long now, not the one
whose dark side once ruled over her and blotted out her sun.
That tarnished image from the past is not reality.
All ghosts that haunt and taunt must be dismissed. Set yourself free!
You may think I don’t understand. I promise you I DO.
I've kept my secret for SO long. I was so much like you—
unable to forgive myself, though I had left behind
that life—if you could call it life. Years later I would find,
through prayer and loved ones’ nurturance, full healing. They’d be gone—
those tarnished, dark reflections that held me, their helpless pawn.
To hear such a confession is, I’m sure, quite a surprise.
Please know my true intention is to help you realize
your “mirror” should reflect the fine, strong person you now are.
I found my silver lining. You will too. You’ve come SO far!
Love,
Grandma
Fiction
March 23, 2018, entered in John Lawless's Tarnished Reflections contest
May 26, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Late May 2018 Standard Contest
December 24, 2018, entered in Faraz Ajmal's Secret Poetry Contest
I’m gonna do it again, put my fears, questions and worries into my pen. Watch the ink release the hold its grip has had me in. Fear has been my main attraction. I never need a ticket as I dictate and delegate all of the action and many transactions. That's right your eyes and ears seen and heard correct. I am Frankenstein, the inventor of the dread that has had me crippled within my own head. I made this bed. I meticulously formed places for my mistrust, faithless, fear driven, case-less theories, to root and grow . Swallowing me whole, for already forgiven sins, from the box man In confession. Now to redo that section without deception, as deceitful balloons eventually pop from the misconception, that you are free after 10 hail Mary’s and your donated fiscal blessing into the box. I release the pressure I created in my own head. How peaceful it feels, to just let your hearts kettle decompress and express, anything that has been fighting to live within you without loves breath. Hatred was starting to form and take over my head. Faith never left, it just stepped aside and allowed me the opportunity to decide if I was going to continue to turn myself into a monster I despise or into a being full of hope and life. He gave us choice, and only in our time will we be able to give it a voice. Not even a scientist can theorize the truth its invisible except to few. We are our own hope operators, mental surgeons, word makers, feeling scientists and yes confessional takers . The need has always been within, the keys were always there to find. It was the lock that you placed before you let go of fear from your mind, that kept you crippled and discouraged from any attempt to fight for your own life.
Sometimes there is sorrow,
Behind a smile.
Sometimes the one you love,
, cramps your style.
You can find love,
Behind hate.
You should always,
Pull your weight.
You can hear the best,
In the dead of silence.
You can be caught,
Off balance.
Someone with nothing, will give
Before someone with everything.
Sometimes nothing is better,
Then just anything.
It's easier if you walk,
Before you run.
Never get caught,
Holding a smoking gun.
A little hell can lead,
To a lot of heaven.
You can be forgiving,
Without the confession.
The darkest hour is,
Before the dawn.
You can listen to music,
Never hear the song.
Tears can lead to a
Place of smiles.
Always be willing to go
The extra miles.
Most times there is truth
Within a lie.
Sometimes you will have
To eat, humble pie.
Accept your flaws,
They won't be used against you.
You will have to answer for,
The things you do.
Turbo1904 ?
My mind
unstable foundation.
They keep talking,
through dreams, comes communication.
A combination,
another citation
never any satisfaction
(Look over here, another distraction)
Formation into another illustration
division by another diversion.
So, what version can take me out of isolation?
(Wait, murder? I thought this was multiplication.)
How many live there now? I need some information.
Because if this conversation involves a congregation
then call for an assembly, it’s time for orientation.
How many are there? I think this is beyond regulation.
It’s time for a confession!
(Why? There has been no violation.)
The situation may be a possession
But I do not have the protection of religion.
Nothing in moderation
We do not need validation from an administration.
The revelation has been in question.
Objection! This is all just speculation.
I’m getting a suspicion that there have been signs of manipulation.
There are signs of depression and in addition
I would like to draw your attention to the blatant exaggeration
and ask for your cooperation
So, we can move past the persecution
to focus on the solution.
The verdict is in!
What is the conclusion?
To Be Continued...