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When the morning dawns, lifting each still fear,
Light pours in through the heart, shushing each tear,
While hope plays gentle on the rising sun
Penning a new start, the day has begun!
Endless beauty colors the skies in peace,
Wonders so startling, tis’ God’s masterpiece.
His name signed in splendors - faith, hope and love,
His grace remains in blessings from above!
When the music plays, curbing every doubt,
Souls remember, love is what life’s about!
Some worship Him, lifting their voice in praise,
Those hearts who seek Him shall love Him always!
Dawn lifts the shadows from a fallen soul,
His name, a whisper, makes the sinner whole!
Life without Him, is a tragic story –
With Him, there’s the promise of true glory!
Since He saved me, I have a guarantee,
What He gave me is priceless, yet it’s free!
Don’t stop believing in His love and grace.
He’s the reason, truth - I’ll ever embrace!
July 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Song of Solomon 5-8
Key Verse – Song of Solomon 5:16 … Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR BEING ALTOGETHER LOVELY
Praise be to God for being altogether lovely as our:
Friend so faithful
Father, fortifying our faith
Fulfiller, furnishing our fruitfulness
Fervency-framer along His flowing favour
Firm foundation upon His freedom-fullness
Song of Solomon 6:3 Praise be to the Lord
for nurturing us as His beloved children for our:
Eager service
Earnest striving
Effective soulwinning
Enthusiastic spirituality
Energetic sincere stewardship
Song of Solomon 7:10 Praise be to the Saviour for
His desire toward us:
Building us up by His Bible brace
Blessing us with His bountiful blooms
Bringing us to His branded best business
Binding our bondage and brokenness-blow
Broadening our betterment for blest behaviour-breeding
Song of Solomon 8:6 Praise be to the Almighty for
His strong love that:
Cares for our hearts, cheering for our happiness
Cures our health while catering for our hopefulness
Chastens our haughtiness then curbing our helpfulness
Cleanses our heathenism as well as cooling our hard-headedness
Counsels our half-heartedness, comforting us against our heaviness. Amen!
July 27, 2024
Oh my!
On the blossoms
Of the apple tree
You, butterfly
Keep sipping
The nectar
of the honey
As long as you desire
No police inspector
No dissenting voices
Curbing your choice
Just the flowers
Offering
Dense brown syrup
With the wind's sway
Stirring the DNA
Blurring the universe
Spectrum of blank verse
Regardless of the purse
No stress
Just embrace, press
and caress
In excess too
Nile in overly blue
Don't digress
Even for a moment
Yesterday, today
and tomorrow
All illuminated
On your wings
No strings
Agile in style
The clock's hands
Are fragile
CURBING OUR TONGUES
There are pivotal moments
Decision points
Crucial conversations
We must choose our path
Walking to the light
Step into the shadows?
Gaining control over our tongue
Is spiritual maturity
Person who has the last word
Or the best argument is the winner
Real winner is the person with control
Real winner is the one who maintain composure
Perspective when hothead is busy loosing it
Our tongues can lead us into world trouble.
Unchecked anger
Unforgiveness
Tiny White lies
All these things pull us away from Eternal God who wants to lead us to the light
To your mouth you give free reign evil, you harness your tongue to deceit. Psalm 50:19
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Vapour
While I sit lonesome at the water’s sprawl,
crepuscular rays have the heaven’s sigh,
as golden hues descend on evening’s crawl,
and soften the edge of a fading sky.
A gentle mist ascends above the lake,
to veil twilight’s plunge with a hoary shroud,
slowly curbing my vista to opaque,
while swans shelter unruffled in a crowd.
A sailboat drifts athwart my vision lines,
winding in patterns delicate and slow,
clutching the air, adapting to the signs,
an ambling dance as the leeward winds blow.
In this serene and tranquil atmosphere,
my thoughts like vapour gently disappear.
In opposition they criticize all that is wrong
and all that is good, according to their agenda.
They put clogs in wheels, aided by defiant unions
and often bringing the country to a standstill
with senseless strikes and organized protests.
Mud is thrown at government and individuals;
much of it sticks; the end justifies the means.
During the run-up to elections they use the media
to their advantage; the message drummed over
and over during house visits and heated mass rallies
rousing the rabble with heartfelt oratory.
They promise transparency and accountability;
fair sharing of wealth, help to the homeless and
to the needy; curbing favours to friends of friends
by resorting to the ideal concept of meritocracy;
lowering taxes and bills and introducing new social
benefits that would put all on an equal footing.
Most of all they harp on the eradication of corruption.
They hold roadmaps to solve all the country’s woes.
They promise heaven on earth; they promise Utopia.
Glittering manifesto is presented with much fanfare.
The gullible, switchers and uneducated are brainwashed.
As expected, election produces the desired results and
the party in opposition gets in power...on promises!
Promises that cannot be kept. The devil wants his due.
He grins, pointing to the small writing on the manifesto...
The majority had failed to notice it. It reads...SUCKERS.
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Contest: I Can’t Breathe
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan
Placing: 1st
Bleeding around me are empty faces
Sad, drooping spaces, crumpled places
Melancholy for the light of new places
Stuck in time, frozen in time
The pangs of lonesome fill their sagging hearts
Frowning forever, frowning forever
Let me stare blankly at the stained wall
Nothing at all…nothing at all
The mind is a scary place
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an never-ending...
Entwinement
Found myself looking through the tiny hole in the wall
Watching you fall, watching you fall
Scared for the neck that would break us all
You shuddered my blood…shuddered my blood
I met the eyes of the souls of your feet
Twitching and swinging…unfeeling…unfeeling
Please allow me this sole ease:
Just be with me... lie with me
The mind is a scary place
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an everlasting...
Entwinement
-inspired by Mad World by Gary Jules-
-also inspired by the stop motion film: The Man in the Lower-Left hand Corner of the Photograph-
12/13/23
Secrets still buried
Stories in the wind got carried
Historical accounts occasionally varied
The truth can be sad and scary
We've barely
Discovered much so spare me
The same can be said for things happening fairly
Since the dawn of time it occurred rarely
Causes with a dark past humans still worshipping
The cauldron folks continue stirring
Waters people are murking
So much unknown, instead of starting to worry
I try to find answers but it can't be done in a hurry
Somewhat disturbing
And blood curdling
Could it be water that caused such a shape and curving?
This planet twirling at 1000 mph constantly whirling
Every night tossing and turning
I was hurting
My vision sometimes blurring
Minimal ground I've been traversing
This weed I'm endlessly burning
Toward a fast death I'm hurling
It's difficult to find the right wording
The cycle still circling
The truth is emerging
And surfacing
Energy dispersing
Or combining and converting
Then it starts surging
To some it's unnerving
During my time on Earth I'm searching
No matter if others are deterring
I'm still unearthing
Sometimes smirking
Nearby curbing
I'm determining
It can never be found by purchasing
It's concerning
For so long people have been serving
Evil always lurking
Showing no mercy
I'm constantly learning
During this journey
No adjourning
The hands of time turning
There's endless controversy
That's occurring
It's not always working
Such concepts use to irk me
(Birds sing above Earthlings) or (birdies chirping above earthlings)
It briefly takes the mind off the worst things
Yet I still feel like cursing
Toward no destination I've been surfing
Mind all over the place still swerving
For more I'm yearning
Something inside churning
A fool splurging
Yet again swirling down the drain go my earnings
I still can't get it right even after rehearsing
What a joke feeling like a ghost the recipient of shirking
How am I already not on a gurney?
Here I was, pretending
Not to see the truth that lay before me,
Like a blindfold that refuses to lift,
Forever suppressing my true thoughts
That were safely locked away in my unconscious.
But presenting my rehearsed views and opinions as if
The truth never existed.
Here I was, ignoring
The truth that lay before me,
Like a ship sailing past a hidden reef,
Always repressing my real feelings
From the depths of my heart.
Yet, smiling and beaming like a sunny day, as if
The truth never existed.
Here I was, avoiding
The truth that lay before me,
Like a path that winds around the truth,
Constantly curbing my true actions
That stood at the edge of my awareness.
Nevertheless, displaying a pseudo-me like a doll on a shelf and as if
The truth never existed.
But only to finally learn that
The forever, always, and constant lie
Was a short life, like a fleeting moment,
And only the truth has the forever, always, and constant life.
The passion to know and happy nature to explore,
and the wealth of information to wonder no more.
When excess of new info spreading dodgy facts,
adding confusion to amplify the mass hysterical acts.
Falsehoods whizzing by finger snatching speed,
curbing the infodemic with a sensation seed.
Infobesity the gorging online information state,
debilitating overload and advertising hunger gate.
The muse of media so quick in poetic verse,
headlines shooting stars through every data device.
Those fair procrastinations to set as they must,
consecrated fame sensation at all cost.
To become aware and obtain some guilt with fear,
labeled consciences and prestige recognition sphere.
Confused minds and the find fit instrument of ill,
pretense’s attention to bend that illusive will.
Spam province tending the utopian fair,
tempting, pleasing and promising glorious care.
Imprisoned delusion and poor integrity void,
detaining labyrinths to keep slaves attached to android.
Keeping humanity malleable for controlling sake,
context in common sense as caring maintaining fake.