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The road to heaven is before us
It is not difficult to find
It is enshrined in the word of God
Jesus is the way, the truth and life
And so we should not be frightened where we are going to
He is with us
If we put our trust in Him death becomes a comma and not a period
It is a debt that awaits all mortals
It is a path all mortals must thread
Because it is strewn with fear and trepidation
Man keeps wishing it away
Man must live every day as if it were his last
If we are prepared to die
Then we are prepared to live
Cause dying young or old does not matter
What matters is the grace to live hereafter
A good man may die young yet be satisfied with living
A wicked man is not satisfied even with long life
If we are ready to die, then we are ready to live!
When The Lord God Almighty takes his "Holy Spirit Out Of You Or Me "We Will Surely Die In The Flesh For Certain! The Spirit Of "The Living God is The Only thing that keeps any living thing "{ALIVE}!!!!!!!! You and us who are alive will go to heaven,hell,or purgatory for real! The Lord God Almighty gives life and he takes it away every night and every day! Jesus Christ "The Only Begotten Son Of "The "Only Living God" will "Judge All Religions"; We will be judged to eternal life or to "Purgatory" or to Hell and eternal damination! This is the real situation for all of the entire world in "Every Nation"! Jesus Christ told every preacher where he is going..............Jesus Christ said........."I Go To "The Father Who Is Greater Than I ! The Father is "The Lord Of Lords and The King Of Kings! "The Creator of "Jesus Christ who is Lord and savior,an "Jesus Christ" has never said that he is "God"! Jesus Christ is who "The Holy Bible Says he is;'The "Only Begotten Son Of "The "Only Living God"!The Lord is God ,and Plasms 100 says it clearly!Whoo to the ones who striveth with their creator and maker ,because he "The Lord God Almighty "is our life giver,and life taker ,and undertaker,and "Hell awakener",and Heven awakener,and "Purgatory deliverer until we meet "Jesus Christ" who will deliver all to eternal life in heaven,or deliver those who are evil to their eternal damination in hell! Love does not reason.Love only loves.That is why I can trust "Myself" to love If Love stopped to reason,"Love would not be love. Can I tell you or anyone why I Love? Here is the reason; It is sad to love and be unloved;God goes through that pain; "But sadder still is to be "Unable to Love"!My God is a "Happy God " because he is still "Able To Love",a sinner like me who still loves him! We never know how much we love until we try to not love!
In seventh grade I should have known better
Than to sign up for dissecting in this kind of weather
It was stormy and dark, the sky was gloom and doom.
In the lab, I fished my frog out of his box-like tom.
I poked him with my knife to make a little slice.
His eyes popped open, which was not incredibly nice.
He stuck out his tongue and ran around the table.
Whose frog is that? Asked the teacher, named Mable.
The chase was on. He was quicker than light.
I grabbed him again and tried to hold on tight.
I ended up letting him go, that Halloween day.
Frog who refused to die on a day that was gray.
("Morphogenesis Merit Badge" - MB #37, 2011, original oil)
A Good Day to Die
(for Bill – 07/10/1925-10/14/2023)
Another day dawns
To the recognition
It is both the beginning of
The rest of your life
And as good a day as any
To die.
Before the sun sets today
You, me, us could all
Beat it to it.
And when we set
Where do we go?
Such questions lead to
Unknowable answers.
It’s easy to apply for solace
The analogy of a planet spinning
In orbit around its central star
In the sense of cycles cycling
Into eternity…
But we all know such crude analogies
Miss the mark of reality.
Even the grandest universe
Has an expiration date.
And so it goes,
Each day
A new beginning
Each day
A good day to die
Each day
Just another day to go
Into the mystery.
But no matter what
Whether sooner or later
There is still the chance
To seize the day
Stand tall
Even if
All you can do
Is lay down
And bring a little joy
To this world
And those around
(10/14/23
It's called, in my own terms, the end of a cycle,
Yes, pray, never say die,
Nothing dies, neither will you nor will I,
Nothing dies, it's merely the end of a cycle!
Imposed upon all of us, by those rulers
Governing us from the subtle and silent skies,
Skies reflecting a peaceful bluish hue on sunny days,
And adorned with twinkling magical dots on dark nights,
Merely to attract souls, like us, into their gloom!
Once in, we get segragated into religious affiliations
Meant to act upon their laws, their prescribed codes
As if, they were that which could save us and bring us back
To there where we once laughed, all the time, for no reason,
To there where we were, before being tempted,
By the many false pleasures of this world!
We race with life, taking what it gives us in heavy gulps,
Wanting more of these, undeniably turning greedy
Realizing not that those gifts from life are only meant
To tie us tight to the roots of this world,
As if, it maybe needed our desperation as its power surge
To keep on revolving!
Fret not, lament not, grieve not, never say they died,
Never say I shall die too, never call it death,
Say, rather, it's the end of a cycle,
And since I abide to those powers, being, after all,
A mere blinded fly when faced with them,
Vulnerable and fickle as they choose what to do with me,
Love this cyclic change, accept it and mind not
The pain that pricks its claws in you, running through each
Of your veins, scarring your heart and causing your soul to bleed!
Love it and live it, as one fully aware of its power,
Never say die, none will, nothing does
Never say die, it's merely the acceptance of existence!
For Contest Pick A Title - Free Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Written on 27 Feb 2019
Title Chosen: Never Say Die
We will all die, we will all cry, we will all win if we conquer sin.
Sin can come in many forms, it can lead us to places that make us feel bad and sad, it can take hold of all of our life, and make us live in a negative life.
We can win and repent, we can choose to live a life that wins with no sin.
We will all fall, like Jesus did, but we can all choose to get up and continue on.
Life will lead us to many places, we may suffer, we may have all we need, we may just be getting tested to see if we are truly good or bad.
May we all keep going, never give up, forgive, love and always choose life.
For God told us of the struggles we will have, the choices between good and bad.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
(The World War Two Memorial, Washington DC)
As a young sergeant he stormed Normandy Beach in June of forty-four.
Now, the old soldier, confined to a wheelchair, thought a lot about the war.
He reminisced about those days and memories would mist his eye.
He often said to his son, "I want to see that Memorial before I die!"
He fought through France and was wounded in the Battle of the Bulge,
And earned the Silver Star but little about that heroic deed did he divulge.
He was honored to serve his nation and wore the uniform with pride.
His only concern was for the welfare of the comrades serving at his side.
Time was slipping away, his eyes grew dim, health issues took their toll.
But his love for Old Glory and those who gave their all raged within his soul.
"Oh, if you could see your way to take me to Washington!" he would often cry!
"Son, I've just got to see that World War Two Memorial before I die!"
That day came to pass and the old hero visited the Memorial with his son!
"Now, I can die in peace" saluting as Taps was played at the setting of the sun.
He met old vets whose gnarled hands once held the terrible weapons of war,
And each of them beckoned for peace that we shall know war no more!
He revisited the happy time he spent at the Memorial with his son so often.
Alas, just a few months later his beloved flag was draped o'er his coffin.
At the final calling of the roll, God placed upon his noble brow a crown,
Saying, "Soldier! You've served Me and My people with great renown!"
Dark falls between walls, following powerful lightning
This day is nameless, in the vast bottomless universe
Black rain, I believed in progress but the real truth became my lessons
Death is mute, time and eternity ... a poor soul
A taste of heaven perfume - for you I will live and die
Suffering and pain, go hand in hand
I used to have beautiful dreams, let me tell you why
A glimpse of sunlight, love, passion and hope
One hunger that the world remembers little of today
The candle burn no longer, watch out for the beast
07.03.2017
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"O-ka-hey!", the Sioux warrior's cry,
"Today is a good day to die!"
Tribal drums beat along banks of the river,
White mists drift upon the turquoise-blue,
They take their aim with bow and quiver,
Ready to fight for a purpose, free and true.
"O-ka-hey!", the Sioux warrior's cry,
"Today is a good day to die!"
Into the heart of battle they will ride,
Mounted upon a fearless palomino horse,
Lead by their ancient spirit guide,
He courageously braves his course.
"O-ka-hey!", the Sioux warrior's cry,
"Today is a good day to die!"
Blood-stained fields of dry autumn maize,
Was predicted by spirit guides to happen soon,
A golden sun rises in the morning haze,
And sets on darker days of many moon.
"O-ka-hey!", the Sioux warrior's cry,
"Today is a good day to die!"
Written for Shanity Rain's contest - "Native American People"
Note: "maize" is a Native-American word which means "corn".
"O-ka-hey" was a battle cry from the Sioux Indians,
it meant "today is a good day to die"
I am not sure of the spelling of this phrase.
If anyone knows the correct spelling, I would greatly appreciate the help.
“Is it better to speak or to die?”
What does speaking bring you,
No matter how hard you try to reply?
Behavior you attempt to justify,
Truth you struggle to clarify—
You only meet an apathetic look.
To them, your life’s a fairytale in a book.
Actions speak louder than words, they say,
But when the action is dying,
It’s no longer seen as trying.
Every elaboration you’re supplying
Leaves your restless mind frying,
Yet in their eyes, you’re just lazy,
And the point remains hazy.
With the clouded board,
How can the dart be thrown?
Thus, the stance stays the same,
No matter the shame you’ve known.
Speaking drops you to the ground,
And your corpse lingers all around.
Does it take two burnt minds to relate
Just to get a single point straight?