Long Deity Poems
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The ooze ought to bestow fear on its forms.
The torrid heat of July gags your sacred calling.
It holds inside you, humbly inviting storms.
Singing in the gentle light of root caregiving.
Their activity heedfulness is vanishing.
Hanging pixie wings are sharp, yet blurring.
Daffodils, once joyful, are now luckless.
This late gap is bred by the deity endless.
Each one should heed this hidden tone of truth.
Earthly grief openly evokes settled insight.
Eschew sinking sand in blurring tracts, youth.
This area's lands grasp a waning and fading sight.
When we omit our inner tone, we get a breeze.
We've joined a so barren and chaotic apostasy.
Deep murk, sluggish heart, stifled worries ease.
A moving, rolling wind minds us on our life story.
Bear not the soul to untie ruin across each plain.
As the world deems you, you expect likely to rain.
The culminating bashes are quick and hastily thrown.
Each day gains betterment and outgrown.
Written: April 25, 2022
February 13 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 5-6
Key Verse – Numbers 6:12 And he shall consecrate unto the LORD the days of his separation…
HEART THAT CONSECRATES UNTO THE LORD
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His might
In treading upon His promised land of truth and right
As we observe His law and meditate therein day and night
For us to be prosperous in His sight.
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His presence
In remembering His Word with His principles’ iridescence
As we enjoy His favour while worshipping Him with spiritual florescence
For us to be devoted to Him by His fellowship’s license.
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His kindness
In dealing well and truly with His ministry despite anxiousness
As we stay in His will that welcomes us into His goodness
For us to be blissful in His graciousness.
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His covenant
In choosing His way against being skeptically indignant
As we observe His voice so tenderly dominant
For us to be faithful and not faith-stagnant.
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His sovereignty
In walking along His holiness-fenced security
As we follow His steps of divine authority
For us to be effective in working by His majesty.
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His instruction
In pursuing toward His name’s glorification
As we esteem His Deity against idolatry’s temptation
For us to be pleasing by His righteousness’ sanctification.
We consecrate our heart unto the Lord amidst His empowerment
In supporting His kingdom advancement
As we pray for His answers in our ministry involvement
For us to be fruitful along our stewardship’s engagement.
February 13, 2026
Christmas finds a way to us,
It fills our hearts with joy, laughter and fun,
It weakens the limbs of sadness and gloom,
It disperses every heaviness.
Christmas is a time to share and give,
No one lies in wait for the crumbs that fall off the master's table,
There's no hoarding and amassing for tomorrow’s pleasures,
We are held by yuletide's boundless love.
The fragrance of Christmas pervades every home,
It’s light halos people and places,
Its beauty is seen like flowers in spring,
Its glory radiates like the sun in summer.
Songs are sung in churches and street corners,
To hail the birth of the incarnate deity,
Born to rid the world of the shackles of midnight,
And to cleanse the world from every ill.
December 12, 2022.
Written: May 12, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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layers of my identity are—
deceptive
caught in
our
cobweb
shadows of
who i once was
hang
in
uncertainty~
stripping
my
essence
from palms of your hands~
suspended
in limbo
two
of us
who are we
If not a creature of our m a k i n g
sanity
deity
martyr turned sacrifice—
what am I now
other than
a
lingering g h o s t
OPEN FORM created by Brian Strand: in lowercase without grammatical symbols, uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
YOU ARE AWAKENED BY THE SOFT AROMA OF SWEET SCENTED PRAYERS
YOU MOVE FORWARD TOWARDS AN ALTER FILLED WITH RED CARNATIONS
AND WHITE SWIRLING FLOWERS. BEHIND THE FLOWERED ALTER IS A DEITY
OF STRENGTH AND COMPASSION. WITH HOLY HANDS RAISED YOU OFFER
YOUR HEART TO THE ONE WHO FILLS YOUR DAYS WITH HOPE.(BREATHE )
BRING FORTH THE STARS WHEN THE NIGHT SITS STILL, (BE THE PRAYER )
BRING FORTH THE SUN WHEN THE DAY BEGINS TO BLOOM, (BE THE PRAYER )
DISCERN THIS PLACE AND KNOW ITS ALWAYS OPEN TO FRIENDS LIKE YOU
FOR IT WAS BUILD BY A CARPENTER, WHO TOILED WITH LOVE AND DEED
YOU ARE AMONG FRIENDS HERE AND EVERY PRAYER YOU UTTER FROM
YOUR LIPS IS HEARD . LIKE THE SOUND OF RUSHING WATER IT REACHES
FAR BEYOND TIME AND SPACE. WITH DEEP TRUST-WORTH CONSENT,
EVERY PRAYER IS ANSWERED IN GOOD TIME. (BREATHE)
BRING FORTH THE MOON WHEN THE NIGHT BLESSES , (BE THE PRAYER )
BRING FORTH THE LIGHT WHEN THE DAY BLESSES, (BE THE PRAYER )
YOU ARE AWAKENED BY THE SOFT AROMA OF SWEET SCENTED FLOWERS
YOU SIFT THROUGH THE WIND PETALS STREWN LIKE AN OPEN FLOWER.
BROODING NIMBUS
I am not just an ordinary cloud
Dark and menacing all in grey
A harbinger of storm and rain
Ready to fulfil my destiny again
Snow will fall, as it must obey
Blanketing Earth like a shroud
But I do prefer the other image
As a halo that surrounds a saint
An light emanation for a deity
And an example of spontaneity
Inspiration of a picture to paint
Maybe make a holy pilgrimage
But a brooding nimbus, I’m not
A bowling ball with no fingerholes
Maybe hovering in a dim-lit sky
But rain is not me starting to cry
I can assume a variety of roles
But always when cold, never hot
According to Dictionary. Com, as an adjective, the word divine refers to
God or a deity. As a noun, divine (often capital) is another term for God.
By such a definition, there is absolutely nothing divine about the human soul.
If we were already divine and equipped with a divine nature, why would we need God's grace, forgiveness, and righteousness? The two words (Divine Souls) should not be caught in the same sentence. There is no divine spark within any of us, waiting to be ignited. If our souls are indeed divine, then Christ's death was of no value. We get excited at the thought of it, but it
just isn't so. We want to believe that we are intrinsically good, but it just
isn't so. Satan, Adam, and Eve put out any possible hope of such a spark.
We are born in sin and shaped in iniquity, separated from God.
God is the source of divineness, and we are disconnected from Him.
Religion says otherwise, but God and the Bible say that We are lost,
and Christ alone imparts righteousness upon us via the cross.
Long before there was a human soul, there was a creature(lucifer)
whose quest was to become divine. In his own words, he said,
“I will ascend to the heavens;
I will raise my throne
above the stars of God;
I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly,
on the utmost heights of Mount Zaphon.[a]
I will ascend above the tops of the clouds;
I will make myself like the Most High.”
Isaiah 14:13-15.
However, Lucifer failed in his feeble attempt like any others after him
who should be so arrogant as to aspire to such a realm.
Here is my dreamiest, dream job.
I will get to drive a fire truck and use the sirens - all the way to work and back. The gasoline will be paid for by my company.
There will be no committees, and no paperwork. No one will be required to do anything they do not want to do.
Everyone will be the boss of themselves. We will get to design our own luxurious offices. We decide what our work is.
The woman next to me is designing houses for people who do not have them. I am running a creative writing center slash art studio for pre-teens and full teenagers.
The woman who envisioned this company pays us what we decide we are worth. My best friend spends her day in an enormous greenhouse creating hybrids.
We eat a family style lunch and brainstorm our terrific ideas with each other. There is a lot of laughter, the walls exude joy. We want to stay late.
We have a hot tub, a swimming pool, daycare center, school, and arcade on the premises. The school is manned day and night, even weekends, so our children can go to school and learn geometry or psychiatry, or zoology at any age. All they have to do is talk to the teacher. They can go to school on Saturdays and all night! They love school because the curriculum is designed around their interests.
We can play whenever we want to play, swim whenever we want to swim, design whatever we want to design. Supplies are unlimited. Paper, pencils, coffee, fruit snacks, lunches, and suppers, are all free.
We design our day the way we feel it should go. My perfect career makes me feel respected, and is fulfilling in so many ways. My friends are here, and we help each other so often, they are my family; I am part of theirs also. We each have an apartment if we want to live here. It is soundproof so we can sleep at any time. Naps are encouraged. The perfect workplace. The only time we leave is to worship, because it is strongly encouraged to get away for one day and worship the deity and religion or non-religion of our choice.
Courage and gratitude child of mine.
Thy way is unfolding unto my divine.
My arms and hands do uphold thee,
In My footsteps thou art carried.
I with thee traverse this coarse trek,
Making way through sordid wreck.
My heart shields thine, and light shines.
My whisper to teach of the sublime.
All is conquered, press on, press on.
Newness reigns in the dawn.
We’ll rule at last, as freedom Gods,
As heaven smiles, and deity nods.
Love is pure, and sacrifice sets free,
Making royalty of thee and Me.
In righteous lives are fruits of wisdom,
Building hope, and breaking desperation.
Thou art Mine, with no detachment.
We are one, through love’s commitment.
Christ is the way, truth and life.
Come unto Him, that your burdens be light.
We give our time, will and talents,
To our Father, who’s endowed us.
Throughout earth life’s time our test,
We must prove our very best.
All we are and hope to be,
Comes from Christ and His deeds,
Planted in our souls as seeds.
We are His children, growing as He.
now hear the unheard cries
of dalit women plight
upper caste takes pride
humanity here despise
seeing the cruelty dies
of high caste females crucify
mercilessly their own gender
in the name of caste blunder
mutely supporting the plunder
of dalit women, who wonder
the silence of own gender
on the sight of femininity
in the board day light
paraded naked in their own vicinity
raped, ravished and trampled
no doubt upper caste femininity
is skin deep only
else they would have fought
for their feminine right
to live life free of fright
alas! they are caste blind
to see their mutual bind
feminists too are not so kind
to raise voice against the crime
awfully ignores humiliating death
suffered by dalit women daily
story of dalit women is grim
suffers discrimination all time
as a female and a lower caste being
though struggling through adversities
if succeed to come out of the rim
aristocrat high caste vultures deem
her hopes nothing but dream
ever preying on her virtuosity
that dominates their caste superiority
arising dalit women suffers subtly
high caste people discriminating policy
based on caste as well gender inferiority
where majority prays and swears by female deity
but treat dalit women mere commodity
nation egotist in its democracy
fails to notice caste discrepancy
dalit women should now be their own saviors
pursue the legacy of Savitribai Phule and Dr. Ambedkar
be educated, be united and agitate
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