Long Direction Poems
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We are assured we should not fear.
Our loving Lord is always near.
Keep your hearts set on the Son,
Share His love with everyone.
Look forward to when He will be here.
Many are the paths that we must tread
In trying to do what He has said.
“Go therefore into the world,
Baptize every boy and girl.”
Follow the direction He has led.
Once again I say be not afraid.
Our price into heaven’s already been paid.
Hear the shepherd call us in
Our job is now to help begin
To gather every sheep that might have strayed.
Get into your boats!
Why do we fear our getting wet?
Move forward in hope!
We should all cast out our nets
Into the deep.
May 21 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Ezra 1-3
Key Verse – Ezra 1:3 Who is there among you of all his people? his God be with him, and let him go up to Jerusalem, which is in Judah, and build the house of the LORD God of Israel, (he is the God,) which is in Jerusalem.
HEART TESTIFIES THAT GOD IS WITH US
Our heart testifies that God is with us amidst His mercy
For our gladness despite feelings of insufficiency
While we sing praises to His name’s excellency
Upon His loving kindness’ consistency.
Our heart testifies that God is with us amidst His graciousness
For our gratefulness despite economic crises’ seriousness
While we trust in His constant faithfulness
Upon His triumph’s greatness.
Our heart testifies that God is with us amidst His gift of salvation
For our assurance despite doubts’ insinuation
While we believe in His Word’s perfection
Upon His immutability’s function.
Our heart testifies that God is with us amidst His blessing
For our provisions despite poverty-cursing
While we stay in His will’s nursing
Upon His nourishment’s raising.
Our heart testifies that God is with us amidst His fellowship
For our strength despite debilitating worldly partnership
While we draw near His heart that’s offering vibrant relationship
Upon His fatherhood’s leadership.
Our heart testifies that God is with us amidst His counsel
For our guidance despite daily routine’s hassle
While we learn from His truth’s easel
Upon His wisdom’s epistle.
Our heart testifies that God is with us amidst His light
For our direction despite deceit of falsity’s sight
While we abide in His Word, always right
Upon His instruction’s delight.
May 21, 2022
Remember again how you use to skip Stone and watch the ripples just find their way to possibility's reach?
Conjoined concentric rings following after each other like meaning and gravitational direction-
Answering innate, unconscious questions.
An order that makes sense, of things.
Tied together with invisible string.
Concentric startlings, like Ducklings waddling-
their take on things.----
Eyes on the prize,
taking off into future flight,
in the image of their bossy Matriarch of dreams-
of understanding,
minding
their everything.
With nosey beak.
A no nonsense heart string",---
pulls them
line by line.
Alexandrias own--- built army marching.
In search of the Mystery.
Learning to fly,
to swim the air
But not in a chaotic way,
not in a meaningless splay,
but relative,
Each.
One?
Like those ripples breaking the stagnant silence.
The flame lighting the empty sconce.
The birds imitating the coming of the Lord, giving glory to the sky.
-V- for Victory.
A leader and it's wing?
Christening Spring.
For all to see.
Swimming the air
In synchronicity never wondering why
waves of frequency art, poetry-
Stages how everything relates
to everything.
One overlooking one,
one after the other.
Like something that comes naturally.
A Love that loves the lover.
Like a child that clings.
To Mother.
God IS integrity.
It is already done.
But the mirrors tear, you can see it Cascade, crystal clear, then gets misty and hides from. It's dear. Solitary one.
A Dawn to share.
Still, it waits for you, with all love,
See how God's integrity cares?
to be, by YOUR side.
Let God save your soul and see.
Linda, you gave me the confidence to be myself without apologizing.
Your kindness was most appreciated, especially without sermonizing.
You took care of my medical needs, and also my spiritual needs.
Your empathetic caring and kindnesses uplifted my depressed seeds.
I had never had a torn meniscus and a torn ACL before that day.
I was in shock, and hurt in every direction, every which way.
Your smiling presence and gentle ways helped me tolerate and stay.
In a hospital which actually made me feel quite sad and gray.
I did not appreciate you as much as I should have, I later found out.
On my third day there, I was given a different nurse, one with a snout.
She breathed too deeply her bumping-into-me stomach stuck way out.
Her manner irritated me greatly and made me want to shout and pout.
When you came back Monday, I wanted to give you a hug and a kiss.
I wanted to tell you how horrible was that other nurse, Little Miss Miss.
But when you told me she was your cousin, I was glad I did not do it.
But I am grateful for you my friend; your care helped me pull through it!
I voted tonight by the Supermoon
I asked the Man which I should choose
He whispered, "Well if it was up to me
I'd tell you just how things should be
But I've seen them come and I've seen them go
And most times there's no way to know
Most times there's just no way to tell
Which outcome will serve you well
I'll tell you just what I would do
I'd call the birds to find a clue
Somebody said some time ago
They neither reap, nor do they sow
So check with them, that's what I'd do
Cause I tell you I've seen a few
Say this or that and sometimes lie
About what they'll do, by and by"
I wondered if I'd take a stand
In this line while time slips through the sand
If any difference would occur
Or if it all ends up a blur
Where right and wrong are somehow lost
And we can't even count the cost
Of what we thought the end would be
When we fought for democracy
He checked to see if it was clear
That he still had my mind and ear
"The birds aren't checking with the wind
To see if it blows out or in
The birds are smart and they all know
Which way the wind is going to blow
I move the tides, hearts now and then
But the birds are smart, they all know when
And where the wayward wind will blow
They know if they should leave or stay
And how the branch is going to play
In which direction they should fly
They're smarter birds than you and I
When they line up it's on a line
Not in one, waiting to define
Direction best fit for the flock
Election by each hen and cock
They vote not with their feet but wing
And though the wind might help them fly
It's not what life is measured by
What works for them might work for us
If we would learn to leave the fuss
And fight behind and trade the lead
Ensuring what each one will need
Is what would satisfy us all
No matter who might make the call
The songs may differ, but they'll end the same
They all will end on that last note
In spite of where and when you vote
The songs may all have different words
But they all come from… and are for the birds"
September 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Zephaniah 1-3
Key Verse – Zephaniah 2:3 Seek ye the LORD, all ye meek of the earth, which have wrought his judgment; seek righteousness, seek meekness: it may be ye shall be hid in the day of the LORD'S anger.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BIDDING ME TO YOUR KINGDOM
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of everlasting victory
Being Your child because of Your Gospel story
So grateful am I to possess Your promised land territory…
Help me exalt You always as I praise Your marvelous glory.
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of awesome magnificence
Being Your worshipper because of Your mercy’s essence
So blessed am I to stay in Your assured presence…
Help me pray to You always as I seek Your answer’s incense.
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of great perfection
Being Your believer because of Your justification
So privileged am I to experience Your regeneration toward my transformation…
Help me serve You always as I learn from Your wise instruction.
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of shining holiness
Being Your saint because of Your imputed righteousness
So humbled am I to own Your redemption-fullness…
Help me live for You always as I radiate Your scriptural joyfulness.
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of heavenly investment
Being Your heir because of Your divine nature-endowment
So glad am I to receive Your covenant-commitment…
Help me please You always as I obey Your wondrous commandment.
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of powerful might
Being Your follower because of Your biblical light
So fortunate am I to have Your kindness-delight…
Help me draw near You always as I progress along Your direction-height.
Thank You for bidding me to Your kingdom of sovereign leadership
Being Your steward because of Your offered partnership
So elated am I to abide in Your workmanship-fellowship…
Help me glorify You always as I cherish Your eternal friendship.
September 3, 2022
When I write
my goal is to be
impersonal as possible --
giving all credit
or defeat
to the Muse, Devil or
God of a partner.
To my mind,
Poetry, must speak independent of
the author, using a schizoid sort of
logic --
there must be a life
exhibited, that upon completion
the author, reads back with as
much interest as any foreign tourist or explorer
thinking: "where did that come from?"
Then I know, in my own humble way,
though not having touched the face of greater
creation, I have at least seen a small feature, moving on
with better sense of future direction, what to strive for
while in further pursuit of the art. Poetry, like everything else one does
in life, should be viewed through a sacred lens --
in order to do one's best, and for best results.... As I cloudily
ascertain. My method. I know nothing.
December 24 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1John 1-5
Key Verse – 1John 1:5 This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.
FAITH IN GOD WHO IS OUR LIGHT
God is our light we must acknowledge along His might
While thankful to Him with faith’s work in our delight
According to His Word of truth and right
Indeed, revealing to us His compassion for service-flight.
God is our light we must prioritize along His grace
While yielded to Him with faith’s performance against doubt’s trace
According to His great commission’s brace
Indeed, enlightening us about His ministry upon the Christian race.
God is our light we must follow along His authority
While surrendered to Him with faith’s certainty
According to His ways of infallibility and immutability
Indeed, teaching us His sovereignty.
God is our light we must depend on along His empowerment
While devoted to Him with faith’s enablement
According to His strength of effective endowment
Indeed, driving us by His fruitful enrichment.
God is our light we must trust along His direction
While committed to Him with faith’s dedication
According to His vision as well as instruction
Indeed, upholding us midst Biblical education.
God is our light we must exalt along His glory
While worshipful to Him with faith’s increase in declaring Gospel story
According to His miracles’ victory, surpassing trial’s misery
Indeed, encouraging us upon His leadership throughout history.
God is our light we must seek along His command
While strengthened by Him with faith’s peace to fulfill sacrifice-demand
According to His Scripture’s declaration, divinely planned
Indeed, exhorting us for productive service of Scriptural stand.
December 24, 2025
Never-ending aftershocks of yesterday’s tomorrow has settled in my mind’s eye…there’s so much out there to look forward to…I’d rather not die, but indeed, I must live to see the light of day take wing from on high! Cleanse me with your hope, oh Lord of Accord and you are so perfectly imperfect to me…and you shine bright like a diamond in the cave and you mirror my pain with healing, crystal-clear rain! I’m out of my mind in the past, present and future…what’s my fate? What is there in store for me? Why do I hestitate? I hesitate for the sake of Your honor-packed jubilance, not his blasphemed envy! Good news (It’s intriguing! Very!) – I’m suriving and still standing tall; bad news (nothing brand-new or exciting really): I failed the test with a F- for failure to the extreme…your sub-zero eyes see right through me and I can feel the coals heating up in my heart! I’m mad to begin with and I’m sick of breaking apart! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Deal with the cards, roll the dice. Feel my words – you’re my livin’ sacrifice! We need a happily ever after after all! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! You kill’d me inside and out and I won’t pout like a child, running about! You killed me with your lonesome song and I have no slight doubt about that, if you know what I am speaking of no doubt! Are you damaged by your suicidal depression? Do you have any clue what I’ve been through? Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! I am a money saver, but a worthless beggar or an ungrateful waster OR a real big spender ~ I don’t mean to offend a single soul or drive anyone insane in any way, shape or form…I am just telling you the truth straight out of my brain while I lay down and type this verse up in my solitary, yet unique, wild and stunning-blue dorm…avoiding a bee swarm like escaping a windstorm with stingers flying all around me every direction I turn! Every angle I watch, there is danger looking at me straight in the eyes…replicating the death stare of the Lord of the Flies…my hope and faith withers and dries like a weed, left in the sun…pulled up from the ground by the gardener himself…rotting away…today…
My electronic pen as drunk as a blind bat rattles along the virtual pages of my computer trying to make sense of its staggering direction, not knowing which word will next come out of its nib, mainly keeping a balance, endeavoring not to topple over, or to make scrawling blotches on its whitened board.
It is interesting that one can surmise the demise of a pen, by checking the balance of ink life that remains. However if the pen is drunk it will display uneven levels of ink life as it rocks and staggers across fallen white leafs destined to change color. Many a writer has become an idea dwarf. Hence, what is called writer’s block, sets in. I have found myself down that street a few times and have exercised my drunken pen’s syndrome option to its fullest. Nothing quite like it though, as this form of writing makes no sense to the closed minded reader, but a satisfactory opt out when the writer’s mind is blocked, to resort to using their drunken pen.