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In the vast expanse of cosmic grace,
Our tiny world spins, a fragile embrace.
Mankind, a speck on this celestial stage,
Contemplates its destiny with hope and rage.
Do we look to the heavens with fear in our eyes,
Seeking salvation in distant starlit skies?
Or shall we believe that our fate lies here,
Nurturing Earth, our cradle so dear?
With every advance, technology's stride,
We venture to worlds that we dream to abide.
Mars beckons, the Moon calls our name,
But is this the answer to our survival's claim?
Should we build rockets to seek refuge afar,
Escape the blight we have caused, this scar?
Or do we address the root of our plight,
Heal the wounds of our home, make things right?
For Earth, our mother, provides all we need,
From forests to oceans, every fertile seed.
Yet greed and destruction have marred her grace,
Putting in question our future's embrace.
Climate change looms, a warning bell tolls,
Melting ice caps, rising seas, eroding our goals.
Species vanish, ecosystems teeter and sway,
Can we save ourselves if we stray far away?
The answer lies not solely in cosmic escape,
But in stewardship of Earth, for our survival's sake.
We must cherish her resources, treat them with care,
Embrace sustainable living, breathe cleaner air.
With innovation and science, let us devise,
Ways to heal and restore, to be truly wise.
Renewable energy, eco-friendly solutions,
Preserve our planet, the ultimate resolution.
So, as we gaze at the stars, let us not forget,
That our destiny's tethered to this terrestrial set.
The answer to our question, "Can we endure?"
Lies not in abandoning Earth, but making her pure.
For our survival, dear friends, rests in our hands,
To protect and preserve, as nature commands.
Let us not forsake this celestial abode,
But cherish it deeply, for it's our only ode.
I am with you, with me you are-
That’s our divine bond of amour.
You are clear, transparent, distinct
Never confusing own instinct.
Path of life most bumpy, uneven
through many hurdles to drive in.
Road is stony, rocky, thorny.
We feel free on joint journey.
You will make every day full bright.
Your charm will enlighten each night.
In my sorrow you will shed tears.
In your joy I will smile for years.
You are my best friend in each step.
I always depend on your help.
We ! Made for each other in life.
Me, Husband : You, My loving wife.
A Bowl of Sadness
When I awoke he was gone, well,
not really gone but disappearing,
slowly, as the misty fog on the surface
of a mirror lake. His memory lingers
and sometimes returns, as does the
mist, but never stays. I missed him
less and less as time and loneliness
conspired to invent stories that could
be conjured up and smile about.
They failed and left me only the truth.
The truth, what truth is there in a
darkened room, a faded, fearful moment,
a never ending scar. What truth,
save the lie of truth denied, obscured,
hidden lest the truth destroy the true.
I grew to hate him, to despise his weakness,
his frailty, his fear, vowing never to be like
him. I built a calloused frame about myself,
banishing him to pained seclusion,
vowing never to depend on or befriend
any such as he. His wailing would awaken me
at times, rekindling the fear of darkened room,
and a moment ever fresh. At times I would
not shun him, would allow him rest upon
warm bed, grant him freedom from his
fear and avert my eyes from living’s
scar. Sometimes we sit together
and share a bowl of sadness.
John G. Lawless
It is just a simple hole in the wall wand shoppe, the older lady said.
We smelled the magic in there, and I felt a tiny thump on my head.
It’s a cat, and it looks vicious whispered my cousin, Old Ripe Red.
Too busy to care, I asked if I could sample a bit of fresh pumpkin bread.
Oh, sure, the older lady said. She was not wearing a cape or hat.
Is she a witch? Hissed my scaredy cat cousin, Little Timmy Pat.
Who cares? I asked. I plunked myself down in a closet beside a bat.
The bat flew past me and chased off the happy hat-sitting cat.
Would you like a job, Dearie? The old lady asked, looking at me.
I said, “Would it include pumpkin bread and hot lemon tea?”
She nodded her head, and I asked how much magic there would be.
That would depend on your gifts, so I said, “You just hired me!”
I trust the Word of God*, my redemption-record
Reminding me of my ransom from sin-penalty’s cord
Reassuring me salvation so secured from eternal hell’s discord
Refreshing my heart of Christ's love that granted me everlasting life’s accord!
I seek the Word of God for my faith-account
Restating my need to depend on the Almighty’s promises so many to count
Rehearsing to me glorious creation wonders I can never discount
Relating to my experience miracles I’m glad to recount!
I submit to the Word of God for my revival-empowerment
Reproving me of my worldliness by the Lord’s righteousness-judgment
Rebuking me against disobedience thru His warning-predicament
Restraining my pride by His teachings on self-curtailment!
*Proverbs 30:5 Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him.
October 31, 2018
Never give your secrets,
Never tell your dreams,
‘Cos if do you'll detonate,
Your construction teams.
Your personal dreams, that is,
Those close to your heart,
Which don't depend on others,
Which keep your inside art.
And even your ambitions for your friends,
Your acquaintances, colleagues or business;
They will most definitely altogether fail,
If you reveal a personal methodology trail.
William Blake saw theology as the ink of man,
Inferred linguistics should so be bedraggled dutifully,
When he painted the angel queen as the guardian,
Of dreams, not as a being to adhere to respectfully.
Upon this day or night be you be encouraged my sisters my brothers Grace be unto you my beloved ones! Peace from God today from our Father and from our Lord Jesus Christ let the winds reflect.
Same mind Same judgment!Same Love
For it is Written
I will destroy the wisdom of the wise and will bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent for after that in the wisdom of God!
The world by wisdom knew not God it pleased God by the foolishness of preaching to save them that believed!
The reason is that the foolishness of God is wiser than men and the
weakness Of God is stronger than men
For it is Written
Eyes have not seen nor have ears heard neither have it entered unto the heart of man the things God has prepared for them that love him be encouraged my beloved you ride the waves of dashed pain and hurt even when you my beloved is rejected do not worry my dearest heart you must press on through your disappointments and to your God you be true we love you and depend on the new you so be content we need you because God hath revealed them unto us by his spirit for the spirit
searcheth all things yes even the deep things of God.
My words cannot come back void!
Lord forgive us from this Life of hell
and our daily struggles
cause it seems no matter where we turn
we're facing troubles
and we learn from each other
and how to Love from loving mother's
how to forgive by Your kindness
how to depend on Your Mercy when You try us
For those You Love You will correct
And those whom You Love You will continually Bless
Because back when I was in the game I came to believe
That You was the One watching over me
You saved me time after time
But back then I didn't even give you the time of the day
Or even think twice
And for those that no longer know you
please let this reach them because I know I owe You
And if they could only see
It's never too late if it's not too late for me
It feels like I got drafted to a war.
A war I didn't even know started.
Maybe I was oblivious.
Maybe there's an excuse,
Then again maybe not.
But I know I feel tense.
I feel beyond tense.
Nowhere is home now.
Nowhere is safe.
No one is safe to be with.
I can't depend on anyone to help me,
It's every man for himself out here
And I'm stuck here.
When I'm someone who thinks love is a currency that functions in reverse.
I am someone who thinks the more love I give out, the more I will receive.
And I am at war now.
There's always shouting,
There's always pain,
There's always something wrong,
There's always something I did wrong.
My body is breaking.
There are holes in my stomach and I cannot sleep.
Laying down makes me sick,
And so does standing up for myself.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I don't know how to explain how I feel,
How I function,
How I think.
I can't even explain it to me.
Social experiences with loved ones make me feel like I've got a nosebleed in a shark tank.
Strangers make me brace for impact.
I don't know how to respond to compliments or kindness from others.
I don't know how to tell someone "it's not okay" when they apologize.
I'm tired.
I'm sick of this.
I want to be left alone now.
I want to recover.
I want peace of mind.
I want to say "go away" and mean it.
I want to say "It's not okay, and I don't forgive you."
I really just want to feel better.
I want the war to end.
January 27 Scripture Meditations Based on Leviticus 21-24
Key Verse – Leviticus 21:1 And the LORD said unto Moses, Speak unto the priests the sons of Aaron, and say unto them, There shall none be defiled for the dead among his people.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR PURGING MY DEFILEMENT
Thank You for purging my defilement caused by sinfulness
Which destroys me along personal weakness
Whenever I yield to instruments of unrighteousness…
Willingly now, I pursue after Your holiness.
Thank You for purging my defilement caused by haughtiness
Which mars me along ignorance and foolishness
Whenever I think highly of myself despite carnality’s unworthiness…
Worshipfully now, I submit to Your leadership’s faithfulness.
Thank You for purging my defilement caused by selfishness
Which drowns me along enticements of lustfulness
Whenever I succumb to vanities’ deceitfulness…
Wisely now, I come to Your throne of graciousness.
Thank You for purging my defilement caused by wickedness
Which tramples me along evil destructiveness
Whenever I fall to temptations’ perilousness…
Watchfully now, I depend on Your strength’s firmness.
Thank You for purging my defilement caused by worldliness
Which invites me along materialism’s nothingness
Whenever I covet earthly gains’ bountifulness…
Wearily now, I cling to Your divine care’s wealth-wellness.
Thank You for purging my defilement caused by filthiness
Which drives me along corruption’s fatal business
Whenever I immerse myself into pride’s saturating perverseness…
Winningly now, I desire You and delight in Your loving kindness.
January 27, 2022