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January 6 Scripture Meditations Based on Genesis 15-17
Key Verse - Genesis 15:1 After these things the word of the LORD came unto Abram in a vision, saying, Fear not, Abram: I am thy shield, and thy exceeding great reward.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY SHIELD
You’re my shield, and my exceeding great Reward
Always protecting me from fear’s destruction in my march heavenly forward
Letting me believe in You with Your righteousness-award
For me to bear fruit as Your called steward.
You’re my shield, and my gracious inheritance Source
Always guarding me from every evil force
Letting me prevail over horrors of sin-darkness’ course
For me to serve You midst inviting worldliness of destruction exit doors.
You’re my shield, and my merciful Pardoner for my sanctification
Always defending me from iniquity’s affliction
Letting me separate from filthiness’ abomination
For me to enjoy Your peace and goodness’ satisfaction.
You’re my shield, and my gentle Restrainer against vanity-indulgence
Always covering me from time-wasting habit-resurgence
Letting me multiply my labour-yield of spiritual diligence
For me to please You with whole-hearted obedience.
You’re my shield, and my loving prayer-Hearer
Always surrounding me with Your assurance-answer
Letting me dwell in Your presence forever
For me to abide in Your comfort, being Your care-seeker.
You’re my shield, and my wise Seer with Your sovereign appearance
Always enclosing me against false teachings’ ignorance
Letting me grow in faith’s certainty upon Your truth-assurance
For me to walk before You safely along Your deliverance.
You’re my shield, and my kind Father Who blesses me exceedingly
Always establishing me in Your eternal covenant steadfastly
Letting me live in Your will joyously
For me to experience Your power mightily.
January 6, 2022
In the secret garden of memory, where echoes of silence ceaselessly blossom,
I chain my breath to the roots of the heart, now desolate, now unveiled.
Moon flowers arise from the depths of the thirsty wound, dressed in petals of mist,
Illuminating seraphically from my barren thought, an unspeakable beauty, finely born from prolonged absence.
A miracle that, perhaps, your storm-carrying eyes would condemn to witness,
Under the blanket of the sky, where hearts make pacts with the infinite, an unshakeable covenant.
Deep-penetrating roots guard the earth, tenderly enveloping the eyelash that waits to try.
Scraping to the core, you might see the illusion of life, the coming and the going, in that sacred awaited place.
Your feet might remember the green fragrance of the forest,
Shining unexpected, greening from the forgetting of their own refrain in the memory of the earth.
Arms fall silent in a divine green, in a symphony of leaves that know no fear,
Which forgot their cry when the eagles of autumn carved them, making from shards an art, an echo that will not cease.
Veins announce their end in an unspoken hymn, far from any search,
Now tranquil, they finish mute, beneath canopies of leaves and mosaics in the dry.
It's possible, in your departure, you might hear that amphoric call, a refrain that brings the bridegroom to burning,
A merry quatrain of the fog, a symphony of earth and flesh, which without you, the soul grieves suicidally.
Ere Dawn resumed her immemorial trust,
And vested earth with its hereditary fire,
A quiet ordinance, older far than light,
Passed through creation's unrecorded choir.
No seraph stirred.
No sceptre changed its hand.
Only possession loosed its last command.
The cedar kept its patriarchal shade;
The river held its testament to sea;
The stars maintained their sacerdotal watch,
Yet none rehearsed the grammar of the free.
Each thing fulfilled
Its undisputed part,
Without one covenant of "mine" at heart.
Then at the vesper table, long made holy
By homely fidelities no years could sever,
She brake the loaf, prepared the waiting bowl,
And reached to serve her absent love as ever.
Her hand grew still—
For love, at length made whole,
Could not distinguish giver from the bowl.
Then Light, divested of all need to shine,
Found every soul had always been its own.
August 20 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Hosea 6-10
Key Verse – Hosea 6:1 Come, and let us return unto the LORD: for he hath torn, and he will heal us; he hath smitten, and he will bind us up.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GRACIOUS HEALER
Lord God, You are my gracious Healer
toward my forgiveness from sinfulness
Thank You for purifying me from transgression’s filthiness
So that I can enjoy Your holiness-filled goodness
Till Your mercy frees me completely from captivity of worldliness.
Lord God, You are my gracious Healer
toward my restoration from evil spoiling
Thank You for gladdening me with Your revival-fueling
So that I can respond willingly to Your ministerial calling
Till Your strength fortifies me steadfastly against deception-falling.
Lord God, You are my gracious Healer
toward my reconciliation midst Your faithful covenant
Thank You for pursuing me along eternal security You grant
So that I can repent with Your love’s work so compassionately dominant
Till Your instructions build me for faith that’s divinely compliant.
Lord God, You are my gracious Healer
toward my rejoicing against doubt’s cursing
Thank You for purging me from unbelief blight with Your truth-cleansing
So that I can delight You by my genuine sacrificing
Till Your favour approves me for my offerings You consider as well-pleasing.
Lord God, You are my gracious Healer
toward my sanctification from iniquity’s corruption
Thank You for checking me against motives of shallow devotion
So that I can move forward for progress in Your commission
Till Your fruitfulness drives me along Your prosperity with my dedication.
Lord God, You are my gracious Healer
toward my rewards’ increase from being empty
Thank You for enabling me to serve You with sincerity
So that I can depart from arrogant productivity
Till Your power controls me against being pride’s futility.
Lord God, You are my gracious Healer
toward my virtuous desire from selfishness-defilement
Thank You for teaching me biblical righteousness-contentment
So that I can trust You with unwavering commitment
Till Your Spirit propels me always for triumphant stewardship-engagement.
August 20, 2023
Loud insistent dragons are pounding at my brick walls.
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. No walls now.
These giant creatures have escaped, uninhibited, free.
In a happy, wicked slow walk, they approach the town.
Heading toward a communal meadow of unsuspecting villagers.
Children running out to greet them, recognizing them immediately.
They carry slop buckets of left overs, to entice the dragons to stay.
“What dragons?” the adults lament. Not being able to see them now.
It is the annual spring and release day. Always on March fifth.
In honor of the Grand Plume Matriarch Grandma Dragon
Who one hundred years ago had the foresight to see what was what.
She realized that dragon slayers would continue if dragons kept consuming humans.
In the middle of the night, she approached one of the few adults
Left in the world, who still believed in dragons – My great grandma, Marguerite.
Marguerite was surrounded by faeries, dancing and singing at the time.
She stopped in mid-dance when she saw Matriarch Grandma Dragon staring.
“I was terrified,” Great Grandma Marguerite told me thirty years later.
“I had heard of dragons, but I had not seen them since I was a child. It was scary.”
These two wise women of different species, religions, and belief systems,
Discussed the possible merging of dragons and humans in a peace covenant.
“Not a big deal,” my best dragon friend Michelle said to me,
“Letting go of human tasting. Have you ever tasted human?”
I truthfully admitted that I had not, so she shared this tidbit…
“Flavor of squirrel, squid, and skunk,” she said. “Not tasty.”
We linked arms and went to school, where we had a great time.
Yes, humans are allowed to attend school now.
It is not only dragons who can get an education.
Progress by two wise and wonderful women – dragon and human.
Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, Americans, and the world:
In the crucible of revolution, our forefathers etched their pledge—
a bold testament inscribed not solely in ink,
but in the quiet, relentless pulse of divine dependence.
It is as if the ink itself carried whispers
of a celestial covenant,
affirming divine Providence
into the very marrow of liberty.
Yet, as time past,
present battles won,
and future problems solved,
liberty's nation absolved themselves
from any responsibility
to the Providence from whose
sovereign ties
freed them from foreign foes.
And man's purpose became his own.
Hear this
If our purpose is in just us,
we will find we have lost ourselves,
encased in the cells of just-ice.
For if our forefathers found it requisite
to declare our nation's independence by
recognizing their dependence on the
"Laws of Nature and Nature's God"
beyond the limits of
mankind's powerful facade,
facading the source of
our country's origin,
our homeland's dominion,
foraging a jurisdiction of humanity alone,
thereby ascending mortality's throne
above the divine --
making mankind superior to the
"Supreme judge of the world,"
a position our forefather's forbade
"appealing... [In] rectitude...of [their] intentions"
to a God they believed in,
a declaration sovereignty -
bowed in solemnity,
proclaiming “with a firm reliance on the
protection of divine Providence,"
a dependence on a God they
entrusted their dependence to.
Who are we to say any different?
What difference does it make
if we believe in God or ourselves?
As the good word says,
"Shall the axe boast itself against him
that heweth therewith? or shall the saw
magnify itself against him that shaketh it?
As if the rod should shake itself against
them that lift it up, or as if the staff
should lift up itself, as if it were no wood."
For Godhood is to create,
and man was created by God.
And should man boast himself beyond
Him who spawned ages beyond ages,
he shall find himself his brother's pawn,
despondent, disheartened and disappointed,
foraging for the framework
of freedom our forefathers foraged,
overwhelmed by the damage
of a fallen nation who failed
to hear the caution within
the clarion calls of its creator.
This is a warning
from neighbor to neighbor.
What a sick monster of a man creeping
around with no morals ramming sick agendas
Inside twisted ideas down peoples throats
All the time smiling in his deeply disturbed soul
paying his thirty pieces for the ferry man
Your entry unto the devilish domain
He disguises himself falsely as caring about people
when the suffering lie on trolleys unattended
As the homeless keep rising
Selling off state owned assets without consent
from the nation he should be prosecuted
under high treason of the state
Face the life sentence appropriate to such crime
Under the eighth ammendment our nations law
was passed and still stands tall
We are the land of saints and scholars
A generation of God's seed
We will not be involved in such a disgusting pact
One with blood as it's signature
which has been addressed by this countries kin
in the constitution clearly written as an unlawful act
He should be imprisoned to have such a biast mind
closed to the reality of home truth against the living in God's holy book
his only written words arc of his seed and covenant
America enters not as shepherd,
but as wolf cloaked in justice.
You called Chávez tyrant,
you brand Maduro a trafficker—
yet your own markets drink the poison
you pretend to purge.
O America, double-tongued master of shadows,
you strike ships in waters that belong to none,
and proclaim yourself the law.
But power without restraint breeds fear,
and fear sharpens the knives of the forgotten.
The South remembers.
The poor remember.
You beat them, mock them, steal their bread,
and name it order.
Every empire that scorns the weak
will find the weak no longer bow.
Maritime law you violated,
the covenant of nations you broke.
Your hand strikes like a mafia lord,
not a leader of men.
The world watches, trembling—
yet taking note:
the bully tires,
the crowd grows bold.
History writes slowly,
but writes in iron.
Venezuela weeps now,
but her tears are seeds.
And the dog you thought chained forever
prepares to rise.
Remember, America—
every throne is mortal,
and every day of glory
has its dusk.
for my love
My soul's soul ,my love
Flower light of my life,
Sublime fallen star
The breadth of the beauties! ...
When I messed up the world,
Sad and alone, on my way,
You came, slowly
And have filled my heart.
Vineyards in the blessing of the gods,
In the divine light,
Weave me the happiness
At splendor of smiles! ...
Are you my infinite treasure,
I swear eternal covenant,
Because I am your hope
How are you all my love!
My soul's soul my love,
If I lose you someday
Am I the dark agony
In their veils of nostalgia ...
If I ever abandon,
Light of my tender love,
I will wait for you among the flowers
Clarity of heaven ...
this was written form my love ceizar to me ,so beautiful
June 25, 2023 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 13-16
Key Verse – Proverbs 14:2 He that walketh in his uprightness feareth the LORD: but he that is perverse in his ways despiseth him.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY UPRIGHTNESS FOUNDATION
Lord God, You are my uprightness Foundation by Your holiness
Thank You for Your established righteousness
That crowns me with Your virtues’ greatness---
Surely grateful am I for Your counsel’s graciousness.
Lord God, You are my uprightness Foundation by Your wisdom
Thank You for Your honourable kingdom
That rules over me through Your excellent freedom---
Surely privileged am to be shielded from vain worldly stardom.
Lord God, You are my uprightness Foundation by Your instruction
Thank You for Your guiding direction
That brings me to Your ministerial participation---
Surely appreciative am I for Your victorious service-invitation.
Lord God, You are my uprightness Foundation by Your might
Thank You for Your strength along prayer-plight
That upholds me to fight doubt and fright---
Surely blessed am I to increase in faith’s height.
Lord God, You are my uprightness Foundation by Your Word
Thank You for Your truth’s record
That teaches me to use Your divine sword---
Surely fortunate am I to be inside Your stewardship-ford.
Lord God, You are my uprightness Foundation by Your commitment
Thank You for Your covenant of eternal settlement
That seals me with Your loving kindness’ engagement---
Surely joyful am I to do my best for Your commission-fulfillment.
Lord God, You are my uprightness Foundation by Your leadership
Thank You for Your offered compassion-filled relationship
That revives me always during stewardship and discipleship---
Surely excited am I to behold Your glory in my sincere worship.
June 25, 2023