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April 30 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 13-16
Key Verse – Psalm 13:3 Consider and hear me, O LORD my God…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CONSIDERING ME
Thank You for considering me midst my sorrow
Never forgetting my commitment for tomorrow
Always counselling me to overcome temptation’s arrow
For me to prevail against despair-harrow.
Thank You for considering me midst my enemy
Never leaving my soul during challenges that are stormy
Always defending me with Your holiness’ army
For me to trust You despite situation that’s gloomy.
Thank You for considering me midst my troubles
Never hurting my heart, but smiting my anxiety-mumbles
Always cheering me whenever my world crumbles
For me to abide in your will devoid of falsities and fables.
Thank You for considering me midst my shamefulness
Never insulting my well-being, fashioning it toward Your holiness
Always healing me from sin-illness
For me to seek first Your kingdom and Your righteousness.
Thank You for considering me midst my pressure
Never weakening my faith against worldly pleasure
Always fortifying me with divine strength’s measure
For me to stand by Your promises that assure.
Thank You for considering me midst my difficulty
Never discounting my ministry-contribution in my full faculty
Always satisfying me whenever I feel empty
For me to enjoy in Your work with Your contentment-bounty.
April 30, 2022
Society has held us captive
Discounting our own perspectives
Our individuality’s defined
Our personalities – entwined
We strive for power and control
And wealth and riches are our goal
We scrape and struggle to succeed
To the collective, we concede
We look to others for direction
Accept their words without direction
Our lives are wrapped up in our titles
And our identity is stifled
But what would happen if it’s finished
Are our triumphs more diminished?
When we’re stripped of our old roles
What will our destiny behold?
Our lives are more than we believe
And that our senses could perceive
Our posts are brief, but our purpose’s huge
While we submit to subterfuge
So we defer to deeper plans
And see life through a wider lens
Embracing growth as more diverse
Our novel conclusions, we’ll disperse
These days, there seems to be less room for opinion and choice
Like walls closing in, leaving little room to breathe
Freedom truly becomes more and more distant
Like a flower in a field, becoming only a dot to see
People are so focused on how others think
Trying to remove their personal thought process
Even discounting research the person may have done
To live in unity, is not trying to control or force others to conform
Respect is diminished in a mission by those who want things one way
There should be no fear of the expression of opinion
Or censorship against those who only want to express it
Choices made can depend on one’s lifestyle, beliefs or condition
Solutions can come from adapting to one another’s differences
Because all and in the end, we are not all exactly the same
In comparison to nature, nor are the trees, the flowers, the birds
When we accept these differences are what makes this creation,
So colorful, moving in a blend of inspiring success….
The light shines upon what brings us together in a common ground truth
That love and creativity is what connects us all
Heidi Sands
2/3/21
I just found myself clicking and
reading one of my favorite poet's Jennifer Proxenos poem's called
An Early Addiction
In which she spells out her joy
and love for poetry and how she
got started
Which inspired me to try make
sense and write or tell my story
After all is not the point of great
poetry to inspire other's
And i realized i have been posting
on soup for over 10 year's now
Given my lack of patience and
limited attention span 10 year's
may as well be a lifetime to me
The only thing i can recount or
recall when it comes to poetry
is that my Dad wrote a poem for
my niece Kayleigh
Otherwise i have no starting point
from which to begin
As when it comes to school i
was never interested in english
and barely passed with a D
To this day my spelling is atrocious
and my gramma little better
Sad as it may be to admit but i can
count the number of books i have
read on the fingers on one hand
and that's discounting index finger
and thumb
My sister was an accomplished
english student and even joked
it took me a week to read a comic
I only started or even wrote my first poem closer to fourty than thirty
year's of age
How on earth and why i'll never know
but i am eternally grateful i did
My only regret is i did not start before
my father died and i could not share
my poem's and poetry with him
And although i am not a poet
persay more like a driver
who needs assistance and
to use a sat-nav to get places
may need to cheat and use
spell check
That my wrote and verse which
posted ascertained as ugly duckling
attempted writting to me is shrouded
in my inner thought expresses
Are to this day still some of my
most proud achievement once
reading back
So much so i struggle to find
the me in self and fully
grasp my worth
Yet here i write and stand cap in
hand begging fir an auidance
proud of most of what i have wrote
Poetry is a passion
Poetry is my drug
Not merely just a hobby
Or passing phase
So cheers
Yours Sincerely
Kind regards
Thanks anyone for reading
From i the understated
Undersigned
Christopher of Flaherty
I could be a prima ballerina or a semi driver
could rename myself McCellihouti or McGiver
could become a psychologist, biologist, zoologist,
anthropologist, or an ultra-mologist.
My therapist stops me.
What is an ultra-mologist?
It’s a person who trains for every position just in case.
In case we get to live under the ocean or outer space.
I am not discounting any ideas, for they are all great you see.
Might even become an explorer and discover an unknown sea.
I could be a pirate queen and make others walk the plank.
Could become a wayfarer like my Uncle Hank.
I am open to any profession, for I am great at everything.
Can dance, knit, work on car engines, what will my life bring?
This might seem braggadocio from another.
But I am brilliant and talented – just ask my mother.
Life cannot put any limits on me, you see.
I am confident and wild and wooly and free.
The Bible
By: Miracle Man
1-6-2019
The Bible is instruction to which we should adhere,
Through our love of God and not discounting fear.
It's easy to trust Him with things going our way,
And that's when it becomes easiest to neglect to pray.
Neglecting God's word has become too pervasive,
And to Satan, God's word, is extremely abrasive.
We must guard against drifting toward self-reliance,
For then we'll be found guilty, of noncompliance.
Prayerfully study it daily, and absorb its content,
Then being thankful will become a daily event.
The economist's definition of enculturing math:
Counting and discounting cash,
multiplying and dividing tangible goods,
nutritional seed capital diverse re-investment guilds
to solve problems of hoarding wealth values
and dissonant greedy monopolistic disvalues.
The bicameral geo-mathematician's integral dilemma:
To get from 0 to 1, (nomial stasis)
one must also get from 0 to 2, (binomial diastasis)
and efficiently back again,
to simultaneously resolve,
to 1 median, septic and dipolar,
with 0 before and 2 implied after,
whether positive,
or double-negative,
or, co-arising nondually,
both LeftYang (+1) and Right reverse (exformative) recessive Yin (-,-)0
In consecutively imaged discontinuous linear sequence
and in naturally continuous equi-valent space/time
body/mind 4-prime fractal dimensions
of Special Case InFormational Dialectical Systemic Group Dynamics,
(+) v (-)=((+)+(-(-))
Resonant BiCameral Resolutions:
Exchange Vertical-Universal deductive/inductive interdependence,
co-relation,
co-gravity,
co-arising
co-passion
with co-equivalent
Horizontal-BiLateral Left-Right
both +1 decontextualized, discontinuous independence,
and not (-0)-sum interdependence,
cooperative Yang/Yin ego/ecopolitical co-redeeming resonance.
Reiteratively enthymeming
cooperatively healthy binomial synergizing
-(0)-sum WinWin Communication Intent
to extend 4Prime Basic EcoTherapeutic HealthWealth Fractals,
like our oh-so-regenerative DNA,
strings of bilateral polypathic hypostatic theory
dipolar co-arising
Gaian Integral Hypothetical
co-gravitating dualdark ZeroSum
regenerating prime 4-Base
nurturing/strong reiterating root systems
of regenerating Positive/NotNotNegative
double-binding
self/other perpetuating
ego/ecosystems
echoing convex stems
of bilateral concave dipolar strings
In between
Crown/Root chakra
polyvagal neurosystemic
compassionate/pleasure
mind/body intercommunications,
polymathic/polypathic/polyamorous
Sacred/organic/tao
hypostatic communion.
Foundation.
Does your Summer miss the snow?
A poem reflecting the persistent, almost seemingly never-ending, haunting nature of loss.
Exploring how bereavement can follow you—turning every place into a somewhere filled with old memories of someone special, whose absence still lingers.
Like Irish Sea Moss
The imagery of Summer missing snow represents grief in an eternal, kaleidoscope.
Relaying the sentiment that heartbreak can be an up and down internal season all oñ its own, discounting external context.
As life continues to spin as sadness slowly creeps in.
Title.
Bereavement.
(A lone voice whispers)
Stranded forever
Everywhere I seem to go
I now know heartbreak
Like Summer misses the snow
(C)
John Duffy
We live in our houses
Cocooned in our ways,
Agreeing
In the correctness of ourselves.
Sure we are
Right.
Seeing the world through our one point of view.
A one-person, one feeling perspective.
Not wishing to be confused by others perspectives. Hoping they will keep them to themselves.
Looking for validation
Of our right-ful-ness.
Adding proof to our own schemata
Discounting anything and everything
That does not fit.
Savagely ignoring anyone else’s opinions. Closing our minds, turning our backs.
Not wanting to be confused
Or conflicted
Especially not being flexible. That is for liberals, right?
Cocooned in our rightness, we congratulate ourself.
In total agreement
courtesy sharp pointed objects
(that string of words
doth hoop fully connive fist
(cuffed) around handles of knife
discounting divorce (from wife)
i.e. remaining uncoupled
mandated eventually note hissed
unbridled love and apology
toward thee missus and progeny
who forever did blacklist
das scribe, how objectionable
now, he profusely kissed
mouth of other voluptuous
(zoftig) older women
(consensually, flatteringly, indiscriminately)
and amazingly enough spouse did insist
to forgive, boot never forget.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
thus very little paternal (filial) love expressed
and she chose to live yonder
Oakland, California her temporary dwelling
no matter, her papa blatantly confessed
YES, more'n his eye did wonder.
At present petty coated junction irreparable schism
doth rank as horrendous on par me adopting fascism
forever sullied image ("daddy's girl")
who once thought the world of me
selfish misdeeds buzzfeeding swelling egoism
no more how enlightened I became
ex post facto, pure unconditional acceptance
refracted light risque behavior thru prism
where primary parental accountability
not satisfactorily explained away courtesy
Darwinism (to seed genes), nor chauvinism,
whereby ever since time immemorial
men disregarded and hardened libido
against marital covenant.