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October 1 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Zechariah 6-9
Key Verse – Zechariah 6:15 And they that are far off shall come and build in the temple of the LORD, and ye shall know that the LORD of hosts hath sent me unto you. And this shall come to pass, if ye will diligently obey the voice of the LORD your God.
FAITH IN GOD WHO WANTS US TO OBEY HIS VOICE DILIGENTLY
God wants us to obey His voice diligently for our sanctification
Enabling us to testify about our eternal salvation…
Here we are listening to His instruction
That drives our faith for productive service-direction.
God wants us to obey His voice diligently for our commitment
Enabling us to follow His counsel toward divine accomplishment…
Here we are learning for our ministry involvement
That increases our faith by His Scriptures’ settlement.
God wants us to obey His voice diligently for our steadfastness
Enabling us to labour with willingness…
Here we are asking for His strength’s firmness
That propels our faith to continue despite our weariness.
God wants us to obey His voice diligently for our best
Enabling us to maximize our efforts with zest…
Here we are leaning on Him along His offered rest
That upholds our faith against challenging trial and test.
God wants us to obey His voice diligently for our discipleship
Enabling us to serve Him well along Scriptural stewardship…
Here we are learning from His leadership
That lifts our faith toward jubilant worship.
God wants us to obey His voice diligently for our triumph’s shout
Enabling us to declare His Gospel without no doubt…
Here we are proclaiming His love toward freedom-clout
That reinforces our faith upon His power from His might’s spout.
God wants us to obey His voice diligently for our peaceful bliss
Enabling us to rejoice from our forgiven hearts’ abyss…
Here we are praising Him with every Brod and Sis
That constrains drives our faith toward helping we cannot miss.
October 1, 2025
—Of Wings, Hooves, and the Silence That Commands—
“Begone,” the taper breathed, “ere thou be bright
within the gold that shall devour thy frame;
mine aureole is honeyed, yet o’ernight
death keeps his masque within the heart of flame.
Yet still the moth, bewitched beyond release,
did seek his pyre as though he sought for peace.
For what availeth counsel when desire
hath made the wit its tributary thrall?
He saw the pyre, yet deemed its lucent fire
more dear than life, and heeded not the call;
till, through the last, incandescent hour,
his ruin wore the regalia of power.
So with the steed—rebuke him not with scar,
nor flay the hide whereon his wild blood beats;
a whispered word may travel farther far
than iron curb or spur beneath his feet;
yet let his mistress veil her face away—
and all his thunder shall forget the day.
No rein constrains him; no imperious hand
hath mastery of his tempestuous might;
the stable yawns upon the moonlit land,
the wet leaves glimmer in the argent night;
the whole wide welkin bids the creature flee—
yet something absent hath commanded, “Be.”
What strange puissance hath silence won o’er bone,
what unseen sceptre reigneth o’er his will,
that he, whose hooves might shake the earth alone,
stands hushed where every road beyond lies still?
The moth mistakes the fire for paradise;
the steed beholds her silence in his eyes.
The moth became the ash the fire desired;
the steed grew still beside her silent door;
both gave the breath by which their love was fired,
yet heard no voice they had been waiting for;
the fire burned on; her silence answered, “Stay”—
and both obeyed it, dying, into day.
The panels faded o'er time earlier creativity constrains
Yet the material value of past visions maintains
Canvas now tinted with darker hues; youthful vigor restrains
But each, underlying tone, burnished with yesterday's dreams, remains
Once gilded strokes now meaningless, paternalistic strains
Yet the meandering pattern an innocent quality still contains
Each, delicate, insecure swab the grainy picture retains
But on the brash backstrokes the forgiving eye trains
Every callous blot each year more opprobrium drains
But every thoughtful deviation the quilted fabric ingrains
Glossy pictures of green pastures corroded by earthy stains
But ephemeral beauty from burgeoning fount surrealistic vista still feigns
The counterfeit copy the brokered ideal even more disdains
But the bartered images serve to rationalize nominal gains
I belong to metallic soiled Earth,
solar-fired water's atmosphere;
these oil and blood-fluent elements
would feel freer
not belonging to you,
to us.
They
we
are our belongings
but not our property,
commodity.
Our multicultural values
measure and calculate
design and develop
investing primal qualities of time
predicting secondary quantitative spatial outcomes.
Less time constrains freedom and value and love.
More freedom responds to surrounding needs and wants and relationships
with less dissonant restraint,
competitive response;
with more cooperative invitations
for mutual mentoring regenerate options,
our pacific path revealing positive intentions.
Missing freedom suffers,
as missing incarnation dissonates,
as absent polynomials disformate.
Incarnation's value grows enculturing time
measured with Earth's elements,
temporal functions,
systems design and development.
Each element
identity
system and set
contains regenerative potentiating value,
functionally forming network constellations
of prime-frequency, flow,
rhythmic relationships,
sustaining balanced harmonies,
an ecological economy
static until its season to unfold again.
Limited value decomposes from ego-systemic mortality.
Regenerate value emerges from eco-logical coincident, co-arising comprehension.
Space enacts time's liturgical rite of passage,
as time incarnates space's ambidextrous function
with fractal equivalent information.
Ambivalent eco-normic tipping points
out equi-valent ecological potential,
permacultural regenerate systemic nutrients
for sustaining polycultural maintenance.
We grow adeptly incarnating cooperative economies
as we become allergic to commodifying competition,
win-lose systemic incorporations.
Well-apprenticed permaculturalists,
Taoists,
Buddhists,
Fullerian Synergists,
enthymematic communicators
re-ligious self-with-other integrators,
economic ecological care of Other,
Earth Justice,
perhaps even Universal Intelligent therapeutic care,
evolves yeastfully prime rooted in multisystemic integrity.
We reach deeply and widely within remembering
our justice womb of poly-solidarity,
regenerate subsidiarity swimming
remerging toward light's bright flashing flight.
We belong to Earth
and feel freer longing with all of us together
in one Earth-bound network cycle.
Everyday games we play
grow productive successes
and over consuming failures.
Every day and night
we try to reduce
RightWing dominant overproduction
LeftSoul underconsumption,
Gap growing devolution
of bilateral failing anti-invitation.
Every mutual distrusting day
quick fix addiction
fuels competitive co-dependency.
Every cooperative night
constrains rabid Lose to Lose competitions
spiraling monstrously inhumane growth
of toxic tumors,
rumors of mutually whispered mendacity.
Every day
amplifies chronic stress
in between successful productions
and all-consuming capitalized failure
to play this insane Win to Lose competition game.
Every day and night
life and death of ego-consciousness
wants to play Win to Win together cooperation,
but Left and Right,
like Ego and EcoEnvironment,
see SacredOther healthy wealth communion
immune from suboptimizing Win to eventually Lose.
Every night
descriptive and prescriptive WinWin performance
gradually fails to focus light,
like Full Moon dwindling down
to New Moon's absent bright.
Every day
we each try to react successfully
to satisfy responsibilities
to achieve one hundred percent
of each competitive opportunity
and thereby consume our capitalized lives
while producing no ultimate
single-minded healthy wealth
of multiculturing outcomes.
Every day and night
the harder he pushes production
the harder nature
pushes back to consume her soul.
Every day
every person
every government
every monoculture
consumes every healthy resource
belonging to Win to Win cooperativity
to every time
and every living ecotherapeutic Soul.
Every growing day
and underinvested night
we push to produce healthy success
more than loss of growth
under-skirting cooperative Win to Win
all-consuming democratic passion
to health-wealth systemic green
gaming LeftNature as RightSpirit growth.
Every day
high incarceration rates inevitably rise
while Win/Lose crime levels recede
Only if you have gospel faith
that punishing imprisonment
is not itself a soulless crime
unconsoling Win/Win's soulful nature.
a woman who had been crippled and infirm for eighteen years long
had a chance encounter with Jesus who healed and made her strong
that woman had been in bondage she was bound up in her life
now on the road to freedom touched by the hand of Jesus the Christ
there are many forms of bondage that bind us up and hems us in
physical, psychological and spiritual are just three of them
physical bondage is to be restrained be it in jail of a relationship of abuse
psychological bondage is to be caught up in stuff which we can't mentally refuse
like when the cel phone is closer to your hand than the word of God
in bondage to technology with your head and not your heart
but spiritual bondage is the strongest for it binds up your heart, mind and soul
it's when the devil has taken up residence and is now in total control
it constrains you so much that it obliterates your identity
unrecognizable to the world, your friends and your family
bound up to your detriment where you can see no way out
limited in your vision of what true freedom is all about
yet that crippled woman understood that what she needed to do in her life
was to continue to go to the house of God and pray for the healing touch of Christ
for eighteen long years she returned to that temple day after day
believing in her heart that God would somehow make a way
now set free from her infirmities able to walk upright
standing before the Savior her burden now free from sight
so to whom or what are you bound? what is it that hinders you in life?
you need to follow the roadmap to freedom by seeking the Lord Christ
just don't get caught up in pity parties hold fast to what you've prayed
straighten up and set your eyes on God as you travel on your way
you've been pardoned from your sins by the power of the blood
you're now a child of Abraham wrapped up in God's love
the roadmap to freedom from disgrace to dignity
the roadmap to freedom no longer in spiritual obscurity
for God has stepped into the midst of your situation and taken control
no longer bound up not broken by sin for He has made you free and whole
with loyalty, love and devotion that crippled woman was no longer bound
standing tall, touched by the hand of God true freedom in her now found
She danced under milky moonlight,
Lithely swaying to starry strains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
He watched her waltz - a graceful sight,
Heeding no decorum constrains,
She danced under milky moonlight;
In the shadows, it seemed just right
That she would set alight the plains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
Stopping his heart took all his might,
As it raced to her without reins,
She danced under milky moonlight;
She knew he was watching, her knight,
To impress him, she took all pains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
He joined her dance, what a delight!
Holding his hands without restrains,
She danced under milky moonlight,
Twirling like a nymph of the night.
12th November 2022
For L Milton Hankins' "Third-person Villanelle" contest
August 24 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 42-45
Key Verse – Jeremiah 42:3 That the LORD thy God may shew us the way wherein we may walk, and the thing that we may do.
FAITH IN GOD WHO SHOWS US HIS WAY
God shows us His way against destructive pestilence
Along His provisions with bountifulness-prevalence
That enables our faith to trust His grace-opulence
With our thanksgiving filled midst praises’ excellence.
God shows us His way against wickedness-captivity
Along His strength in fighting lust and carnality
That drives our faith to abide in His perfect will’s certainty
With our conviction upon Biblical standard and authority.
God shows us His way against sin-caused affliction
Along His answer toward our prayer and supplication
That charges our faith to trust His truth’s revelation
With our steadfastness in obeying His instruction.
God shows us His way against frustrating doubts
Along His reproof correcting our wrong whereabouts
That constrains our faith to adhere to His Scriptural routes
With our humility in submitting our pride-pushed pouts.
God shows us His way against threatening hunger
Along His satisfaction overcoming crises that linger
That prods our faith to fight discontentment-anger
With our trust, learning from His admonishing finger.
God shows us His way against adversary’s snare
Along His guidance as well as wisdom of loving care
That allows our faith to behold His heavenly stare
With our discernment as the Gospel we share.
God shows us His way against backsliding voice
Along His direction toward Scriptural worship-poise
That leads our faith to serve Him well while we rejoice
With our delight for making the best valuable choice.
August 24, 2025
in the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
ambiguity of thoughts once grounded
forthwith on the wings of dreams
ascend beyond the constrains of life
fronting fate in the expansion of hope
whispers of darkness no longer fall
as secrets silenced by a rise of dawn
they passably regain meaning anew
as lips tremble in a longed for first kiss
feathered touches brush against flesh
bodies arc together in pulsating rhythms
becoming seductive silhouettes of a timeless love
whereas shadows are no longer mirages on walls
seconds no longer seem eternal
through resounding echoes of time
as hours become countless spans on wings
soaring in the absence of complications
November 16,2019
Tied to a life, encumbered by invisible chains:
Commitments and responsibility,
Obligations to colleagues and family,
Conformity to society’s morality,
And everything else that constrains.
Alone in a crowd, surrounded by invisible bars.
Nothing to say—nobody wants to hear.
Already been there, might just as well stop here.
Had enough of arguments, conflicts, strifes, and wars
And everything else that leaves scars.
Is there a reflection when I look in the glass?
Are there footprints when I walk on the grass?
When I pass a light is there a shadow on the wall?
Does my life leave a trace or am I invisible?
Did I turn left, when I should have taken a right?
I’m on a road that I don’t want to drive.
Is this all there is, just trying to survive?
I’m in the dark and feel like I’m buried alive,
And barely remember the light.
Was there a reflection when I looked in the glass?
Were there footprints where I walked on the grass?
When I passed a light, was there a shadow on the wall?
Did my life leave a trace or was I invisible?