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In Jesus's prayers to God, he prayed for little children.
In Jesus's prayers to God, he prayed for Peter's faith to remain strong.
In Jesus's prayers to God, he prayed for his followers, and for those who will believe in him through his teachings of God's revelation.
In our prayers to God, we thank him for sacrificing his only begotten son, so we have a second chance at forgiveness for our sins.
In our prayers to God, we give him our prayers of gratitude and contrition.
In our prayers to God, we end our prayers with; "Thank you heavenly Father for your loving grace and we pray to you in the name of Jesus Christ your only begotten son", Amen.
December 17, 2022
Matthew 19:13 Luke 22:32. John 17:1-26
Between the pulse of our heartbeat simply present
head- heart linking
dwelling in time with stretched blissful peace
awareness became unblinking.
Between heaven and earth the ethereal pulse of God's creation
sifting through the soul like a fluttering kite in motion
Here we are in a dwelling place of quarrel and demolition
only peace can assuage the heart and give it, its contrition
In the middle of war stretched across landscape of your heart
"The Lord's prayer," in a lilting whisper, you got this to an art
Give us today our daily bread and help us to do our part,
it is only love agape that gives our soul a fresh new start
Connecting spaces of our head-heart connection a mantelpiece
decorated with meditative awareness and unblinking utter peace
"Lead Us Not Into Temptation" let me decrease as you increase
seed and bloom inside my heart and help me fold this crease
Side by side two strong bookends holding together what rends
with a soulful melodic vibration I arrive at every bend
"May Thy Kingdom Come" and live within me til the very end
side by side, ... like two old reliable and sturdy bookends.
Bartered tears with your love adorn
Twin streams from pure, spring founts born
Sappy pores gushing with showers of contrition on christening morn
Exchanged with vows that o'er time were weathered and torn
Briny waves of doubt crested; fealties' banks shorn
Now bottled memories silted with salty tears forlorn
Eroding tear ducts inundated and with passing time worn
Brackish vapor distilled with rotting dreams; with nauseous fumes borne
Corroded promises mired in a dry bed of scorn
Cloaked in callous foliage spited with thistle and thorn
Meeting at the jaded fork; once vibrant streams solemnly mourn
Stagnant puddles awaiting reincarnation; at next season's fertile rains reborn
Throughout our lives, we experience expectation,
disappointment, curiosity, love, fear, bigotry, and hate.
And therefore, Fate imbued us with Hope
to deal with life's uncertainties.
Life mirrors a Greek tragedy
more so than a fantasy dream.
Through tragedy, we test the conscience
of humankind;
confronting catastrophic events,
that allows us a window into our souls.
Humanity's story is a beautifully written play
employing metaphor, hyperbole, pathos, and contrition,
to enhance our roles on and off-stage:
attempting to console us for life's unrehearsed rolls.
We live in a world composed of reality
defused with fantasy and imagination:
where love is elusive,
and so precious, as to awe us with its beauty;
and scare us with its fragility.
Kindness should be its own reward:
but in the guise of charity and altruism,
Evil has learned to manipulate our thoughts and deeds.
Unfortunately, nothing in life is free of criticism:
not even our perceptions of good and evil.
And so, we turn to God;
praying for His Divine wisdom
to guide us: for we're only human, after all.
THE HUMAN CONDITION
DAY AFTER DAY MY MORTALITY COMES TO HAUNT ME
MY SPIRIT FADES WHEN I LOOK
BUT CANNOT SEE REFLECTION
A TRIGGER PULL AWAY FROM AN UNFINISHED EPITAPH
I’LL RIDE THE LIGHT
UNTIL IT SHINES NO MORE
I CURSE THE WAR THAT IS WAGED EVERYDAY
WITHIN ME
UNSEEN FORCES PUSHING AND PULLING
AS IF TO TEST MY WILL
I FIGHT MY DESIRE TO SHED MY DEMONS
BECAUSE OF THE PAIN
FEELINGS I KNOW I CAN INFLICT AND I KNOW
MAY NEVER FADE
WE CARRY THE WEIGHT OF EACH OF OUR WORLDS
IT’S THE HUMAN CONDITION
BARING THE BURDEN OF MY TORTURED SOUL
AS ONE FINAL ACT OF CONTRITION
MY HUMAN CONDITION
A euphemism! I? That I do decry!
Why the very word does imply
That I would ignore, omit, pervert…
If only to prevent some hurt.
Well, let me speak out forthright:
Search thoroughly my ways as I might
I truly must express some doubt
That a that is what I am about.
The purveyors of confusion
Suffer from a big delusion:
‘Lest anyone think I am unfair
I will look into it, that I swear.
Of all the words that I may rend
Lest some of you misapprehend:
It is quite uncouth, and not so grand
To replace the truth with something bland.
I am no cosmetic, that I vow.
I simply put a smoother finish
Upon the face of things, somehow
To enhance, but not diminish.
When things are not so peachy keen
My words can keep things bright and clean.
I ply those gears which do not quite mesh
With unguent words that do refresh.
One charge which will not bear any fruit
Is that I do circumlocute.
My words such a charge does refute:
I tell it straight sans substitute.
For those who think I do mislead
‘Tis clear my words they do misread.
When what I say is scarce obscure
Why is their translation so impure?
Some suggest, my words to defeat
Are oft effete and incomplete.
Should I really have contrition
For occasional omission?
I think I will withhold comment.
Controversy I will not foment!
Believe me, I will not attempt
To discuss things beneath contempt.
I want things to be good
When the hawk touches down
Have to stand where we should
When the hawk touches down
When polished and spiffed,
Our spirits will lift
Let us ready the gift
When the hawk touches down
I want things to go right
When the hawk touches down
No squabbles no fights
When the hawk touches down
Not a single forked tongue
From the old or the young
Just clean air in our lungs
When the hawk touches down
When atmosphere gives in to pressure
And the surging rivers arise,
Baby, let’s show up together
With nothing but love in our eyes
Gotta keep a straight face
When the hawk touches down
All games in their place
When the hawk touches down
No signs of disorder
Or cobwebs in the corner
You’ll be shot at the border
When the hawk touches down
This race will be judged
When the hawk touches down
Never sleep on a grudge
Lest the hawk touches down
He can pick up the scent
Of discouragement
All report to the tent
For when the hawk touches down
When atmosphere gives in to pressure
And the surging rivers arise,
Baby, let’s stand up together
With nothing but love in our eyes
Your heart is your seal
When the hawk touches down
The unrighteous made real
When the hawk touches down
From the unleavened wheat
To the washing of feet
By the true Paraclete –
All rites shall complete
when the hawk touches down
You bet we all pray
When the hawk touches down
It’s Contrition Day
When the hawk touches down
Under scarlet moon
Amid molten dunes
Jesus follows soon
after the hawk touches down.
It came in with ice cream and half empty sunscreen
And went out with goosebumps and “EEK!” Halloween
That autumnal breeze and the fire in the trees
Gave way to demons and trembly knees
Leaves all relinquished their sure Summer grip
Fluttering down they would duck, dive and dip
To settle in russet hues there on the ground
But eddy and flit as the breeze whipped around
And by Halloween with the ground full of leaves
There’s zombies and ghouls in whom no-one believes
Well maybe the numbskulls who worship the night
But then monster lovers were never that bright
That late autumn day there was warmth in the air
I sat ’gainst a tree and I slumbered right there
Twas All Hallows’ Eve but why would I care
No fancy dress demon would give me a scare
I’ll suffer no grief from some worn out tradition
I’ll scoff at the undead and show no contrition
No werewolf nor vampire would make my skin prickle
Well... not til the leaf monster gave me a tickle!
Lady Of The Evening
Former Godless Adulterous Nocturnal Friendly
Sizzling Engaging Freelancing Partnering
Releasing Opposing Negatives
Manifestation Person's Convictions Trial And Tribulation Act Of Contrition Conscience Of Mind
Esteem Repairing Refresh Appraising
Shattering Enslaving And Controlling
Extraordinary Conscientious Extremest Sanctimonious
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Date: 06/10/2019
Convoluted Possibilities
Constellations of configurations that capture my fading breathe
Elevations of consummations that reflect on all that’s left
Inclinations towards imitations that leave me feeling bereft
Commiserations for the consternations as a life lingers upon death
Collusions of covert planning that draw nefarious conclusions
Intrusions of introverted inclinations that produce clarity of thought amidst the confusion
Infusions of concert performances that are based on artistic delusions
The fusion of science and geometry that defy mathematical protrusions
Designations of grace and contemplation amidst a crystal stream
Resignations of place and contestations that induce the quiet man to scream
Conflagrations of misplaced elevations that produce a lucid dream
Amalgamations of disgraced technocratic awe captured in a meme
Beautification in the aftermath of philosophical inquiry and inquisition
Stupefaction at the polymath contriving his expertise without contrition
Communication flowing toward the empath as she absorbed the emotional vision
Calcification of the psychopath devoid of feeling amidst their precision
Morality and consequence above constellations of burning stars
Tonality and influence that drive around in expensive cars
The fallacy of innocence exposed to malevolence from afar
Polarity that is the inference of the political players counting cards
An essence of retrospect that stirs true emotion to begin to rise
Convalescence of intellect that brings a tear upon my eyes
Incandescence of a dialect burning like a candle in demise
Reminiscence of a moment in time that memory causes her to cry
Affluence and greed among the overpriviledged few
Common sense and need preside over the ageing and the new
Malcontents that feed on the morsels of the gossip in the stew
A mind that’s dense but beautiful leads the crowd and that is you!
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz