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Father In Heaven
Further searches our Father inspects us creator of all (US) our Father
Appropriate Father consulting free will giver of free souls our Father
Troubled souls evaluate comes to terms to Our Daddy God our Father
Higher moralities face in earth and in space Jesus Magistrate this world
Enlightened souls assess, address the openness of His truth our Father
Regular checkups reprimand many chance to be rebirth again our Father
Internal repress suffer; stop repent start over God love in earth and heaven
Nameless kindnesses aspire to take your souls higher above in heaven
Humble digs paced heaven our eternal home the believer rome in heaven
Emotional repress determine by our feelings spirit flung new home in heaven
Ambitious hopes intend Our heavenly Father of all and Abraham
Very souls flavor choices life or death, giver of ALL breathe in earth
Earlier moralities focus on forgiveness eternal life in heaven
Neurological consults preside choosing life over death eternal life in heaven
3/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
I cherish the feelings I’ve known
The joys, hopes and dreams that have grown
From the depths of my heart and soul
Gentling my thoughts with emotions all my own
Love that leaves my affections completely whole
I cherish the family who have blessed my life
Encouraging and reassuring me through all my strife
Impressing my ambitions with sweetest serenity
Cutting through my worries with comfort like a sharp knife
Leaving me with an elated and thriving amenity
I cherish the inspirations that come from above
Dancing on the edges of my energy with richest love
Coloring me in hues of eager pleasure so sure
That I can’t stop the sensations of laughter I’m in awe of
All the trouble and sorrow this heart can endure
I cherish the wisdom which assures the mind
Everything that has been only a dream is a kind
Of happiness brought to life by the one who believes
God is there, lifting up with grace which is inclined
To bring a peace that only the soul perceives
I cherish God’s beauty – His kindness and care
Giving that is so persuasive it is the answer to a prayer
Leaving even the silence filled with gentle belief
Bringing out the passion inside that will prepare
The breath of a promise within which brings such relief
I cherish God’s tender gift of pure love
There is no greater gift that fits like a glove
On the one who knows what intimacy with the creator
Brings to the heart and soul who write of
Heavenly repose where the author is much greater
I cherish the sagacity of a reality
Where I know what it is to always agree
With the hopes that come from sweet praise
For the One who is always giving His joy to me
The one who knows that His love can always amaze
Above all that is and all that will be
I cherish God and will always bend my knee
To the One who I love beyond anything that is
To the One who breathed life into me
And gave me the wonder of surely being His
Writing Prompt – Cherish Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
March 31, 2021
He came to die upon a tree
Friend to hearts and souls in need
He came to show the world that He
Was more than merely a man, a friend
He was the light that pierced the dark
With a sword of hope and faith, love
That came alive with prayers for grace
He came to us from heaven above
Where He lived with the Father, the One
Who would send us His one and only Son
The creator, the master, the King of Kings
The Wonder that shone brighter than
Moon or stars – was more vibrant than
The sweetest hues of laughter and love
Joy that excites and denies all worry
He came to give each one a second chance
The opportunity to live and to give
With a heart that is full of love that is His
Answer to our prayers, the way we share
From a sincere heart, feelings that are a part
Of the wonder that is His grace, His love
The beauty that never fades, He’s so amazing!
He came to bring each one a new heart
And with that gift He taught us about hope
The silent faith that is so full of grace
It lights up the prayers, the hearts, the souls
Continues to provide endless love, endless hope
To the one who knows that this Son shining bright
Is more alive than any other, more wonderful
More stunning… than even the greatest dream
The most breathtaking moment can’t compare
To the joy that we know when we know Jesus
The One who came down to us from up above
And brought us a grace that would save and amaze
A grace that survives even the test of time
And a grace that comes to life with His risen love!
I’m so thankful for the Savior.. I will always praise Him!
Ephesians 2:8 - For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:
"I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out"
-Walt Whitman
I walk the land as I want,
the flutter of the dove shudders my
eyelids, dodging my step.
My soul, linking all souls, passes through
trees on my trail, bounding among planets
glimpsed between the apex of pine. I have
no fear of being beyond my body, nor
does the seed that falls from spent flower,
anguish beyond time. The unseen bloom,
millenial light-years away, shares
inherent liberty. Many will gather these
words and hold them to the highest light,
that of our Creator, whose compassion
trifles not with material gain, but with
justice and liberty for all living things,
(equal with respect to all previous
sufferings and triumphs centuries before)
So it is with high diligence I value the true
compass of man and woman, forever
linked with our inalienable rights, as
nature intends.
02/20/14
© All Rights Reserved
My culture has been taken away,
I am a result of the government;
my hair dark and long
sometimes I wear it in braids,
I am of an era brought up white.
My life happy and I have been loved,
though, I always knew that I was different
and have a wildness inside of me
that could never be tamed.
(I yearned for something unseen;
in dreams I ride a wild horse
and live in a forest- green.)
In time I was told:
that I was Ojibwe
so I went in search of my roots,
the reason for my vivid dreams.
I recall my first visit to an Ojibwe Culture Center,
where I felt, this is where I belong, with
my people.
I listened to the teachings of the elders
their stories, songs, and the beating drums,
I heard the lessons on morals, values and spirit.
The stepping stones one must follow,
The 7 Grandfather teachings;
the wolf, the raven, the buffalo, the bear,
the beaver, the turtle, and the eagle
and that everything in life is circular, and
the heart is the center;
and after all this I embraced the eagle.
(The eagle flies the highest and is
closest to the creator and sees all
from a great distance, the eagle
is the core to all teachings. The
eagle is love.)
One day, I climbed a high cliff
I stood tall in my doe skin dress,
and my black braids blew in the wind
in my mind drums beat a rhythmic pounding
and the elders sang.
Soon an eagle was hovering above in the azure
and down drifted an eagle feather
into my hands.
This is considered the highest honor
the most sacred gift,
I placed it in my hair- and now I have found
my place in the circle of life and who I am
meant to be.
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February 10, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/Everything In Life Is Circular
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 874-147-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Native American Lore Contest
sponsor, Frank Herrera
Third Place
HE IS the WORD made FLESH, causing POETRY.
in lines of phi relativity.
Giving Haven, SANCTRUERY.
THE URGE
embellishing upon PLODE-DRAVEN.
The I AM, Inconceivably.
Life's hunger, he flourishes,
with variety's relish, he nourishes appetit
WITH SEASON, to taste at her warmly tit.
He smiles at his BRIDE, in an indescribable way.
The golden glow of LOVE, in auric_rippled face,
speaking in braille of thunder, phrase.
Neverending verse, mystery glazed
with reverberating reason-aburst, ablaze.
He illustrates in Winter, Fall, Spring, Summer.
THE AUTHOR THE CREATOR.
THE POET.
THE ANCIENT OF DAYS
With shooting stars’ blessings* beyond celestial, I praise God with all my heart
Since His assured sufficiency-goodness for me will never depart
I believe that He will grant each of my desire:
And everything that for His honour I earnestly aspire
To stay constantly in the center of His perfect will
While in His compassion-care I'll keep still;
To fulfill His assigned task for me He has uniquely designed
As in His satisfaction I serenely bask to which I willingly resigned.
Midst shooting stars’ heavenly presence, I'll worship the Lord by His grace
Loving Him with my spirit, soul and strength all the days...
Hence, I yield to Him, upon faith's fervency, my supplication-filled hopes
Knowing that He knows what's best beyond my mind's scopes:
The complete recovery of my loved ones thru His divine miracle healing
Also the full restoration of those who are spiritually ailing, falling and failing;
The remarkable progress and developmental milestones of my special child
As well as those undergoing therapy, rehabilitatively-styled.
Never bereft of divine shooting stars’ experience, I press on toward victory
Guided by the guidance of Christ I must exalt for His glory...
Therefore, to His approval do I submit my dreams
Verily aware that His omniscience can overtake my vision-beams:
Foremost is the realization of an ever-ready service-providing foundation
Benefiting mankind thru its effective welfare-geared function;
Another, though not actually impossible, is the wondrous visit to the Holy Land
Where my Saviour humanly resided according to what Sovereign had planned.
Along spiritual shooting stars’ glow, I'll serve my Creator midst challenges
Since I'm called to live for Him with His power-charges...
So then I cast to Him my worries and doubts for the future
In my faithful stewardship devotion He alone can nurture:
Fruitfulness of ministry-involvement despite hardships
Earnestness of my prayer-consecration thru heavenly partnerships;
Persistence in every discipleship-engagement
Diligence in labouring for His kingdom's advancement.
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.
August 14, 2019
3rd place, "Shooting Stars" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron; judged on 8/31/2019.
Dear mom, dad -
keeper of my DNA,
it was not my choice to be conceived
( these actions you are about to take,
I never would have believed )
With you, I have placed my trust
- only to be, deceitfully deceived
I have no voice
If indeed you must,
take my life
Before searching my face, with grace,
before attempting to hold my hand,
my tiny finger,
created by the Creator that created you too
( You don’t wish to linger )
If indeed you must,
take my life giving breath
Before finding jewels in my eyes,
while singing soft lullabies
before watching me grow,
into the adult you will learn to love
and in time, get to know
If indeed you must,
take my life giving breath,
take me from this earth
Before having the chance,
to meet you
Know that: I loved you, before you loved me
I will never know your love,
My Worth
I have no voice
Sincerely,
Your unborn child
___________________
Just a little Scribble
~ Thoughts from the Heart ~
Life is Precious
Thursday April 18th 2019- Poem of the Day
Author's Note- This emotion lingered for days, in my mind and in my heart. Upon my soul. The words found me and were placed upon the page. Many thanks for the support. Blessings to all.
Accumulated scales of blindness
fell like torrential rain,
there was no more sadness,
and no more pain.
You touched my heart
that was torn in two.
and you breathed in me
a life renewed.
You peeled away rags
I'd worn for years,
and dressed me in white
as you caught my tears.
You taught me to walk
and take a stand,
and molded me into
your kind of man.
You are the Holy Creator
of time and space,
and now I see this world
bathed in your glorious grace.
Im so thankful for the day
your light on me did shine,
and your Spirit filled me
with your mysteries divine.
Your majesty is above all things
I could ever comprehend,
I will bow to you always,
forever my friend.
And there was Lucifer,
the proudest angel,
who envied God
and His endless glory.
But Almighty Jehova
hurled him to Earth,
and Lucifer became
the Serpent to cause havoc
among Nations.
Wars followed with destruction,
violence and death;
truth was veiled by deception.
Who could have defeated him...
if not Christ himself?
And because of Him,
we live with the vision of Heaven...
of governing with Him for perpetual ages.
When Lucifer has finished
his kingdom of terror,
he'll be chained in the pit
with every soul he has deceived.
Is that a torture of eternal punishment?
It is worse than dying from an incurable disease:
with more acute pain and desire not to live!
Lucifer: the proudest angel..
willingly disobeyed his Creator,
causing rebellion and turmoil
among obedient angels...
was he aware of the consequences?
No, jealousy blinded his conception
to foresee what was to come.