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“I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” (Spoken by Jesus) -John 8.12, NIV
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Igniting Divine Light
when the grim darkness of night
shrouds our life
and we know not
which path to tread
to reach our goal
when the mind is veiled with clouds
woven inside a spider`s web
and we know not
where lies our goal
when the spirit is at a low tide
driven by the pull of the moon
and we know not
which way to swim
when the soul is soiled
with dust from the filthy pathway
that everybody tramples on
and we know not
how to come out of the fix
When our life is in a horrible mess
concocted by a swirl of fateful events
and we know not
how to to make it turn around
It Is time to ignite
the light of faith in the divine
light of His love and mercy
through sacrifice of His Only Son
crucified for false heresy
flogged and buried in a dark tomb
by some vile men of lore
light glowing from Christ
risen from the tomb of darkness
to illuminate the path of His shepherds
and guide them to reams of brightness
light that dispels
the dullness of dark despair
to infuse trust and aspirations
inspire confidence
illuminate our path
our journey in life
light that cleanses the human heart
from the filth of sour hate and pride
ushers in joy to one and all
and disperses darkish clouds away
light of the hope of redemption
of man from evils and his sin
to the end goal of salvation
trough renewal of human soul
light of a distant dream
of peace and unity
of justice and liberty
of inclusion and fraternity
until eternity.
I. The ground fog that rises from dappled fields
Full of the scent of the earth and all living things,
Musky like dirt and fragrant like flowers,
Floating like wedding sheets,
Layers of microbes and dust, pollution too
Reflecting sun’s heat back into space,
Saving us all from death by global warming,
That ripple, unashamed in the morning breeze
If only you had eyes to see as I do,
The passion of the night rekindled
In dawn’s earliest light with ghostly echoes
Of the sacred and the profane,
God Himself, blessing both outcomes,
As ground fog gradually disperses
With the sunrise, day’s holy light.
II. The hot-air balloon that penetrates
The temple scented clouds that frame earth itself,
Earth as God sees it, the blue planet
A crown jewel in the house that God built.
Clouds whose sharp boundaries seem to vanish
As you approach them, more like, in fact,
The mist of lovers’ imaginations
Than something that can be pinned down
And displayed in a glass topped box
As one might store bought butterflies,
A cruel mockery of nature for impatient spectators
Who carry their dreams in a bag on their back,
As if they might otherwise fly away, or perhaps,
They fear that they will never come again.
III. The drops of moisture that condense
Around particulate matter we barely notice
Thinking the sky especially clear today,
As we shamelessly burden Mother Nature.
Snow flakes too form in this same fashion,
All life dependent on pollution of some kind,
Natural processes do clean the air given time,
And yet it may still be that
Earth itself is skating on thin ice.
Pardon me if I suggest that we first do no harm,
If we all live beyond our means today,
What future waits our unborn heirs?
I, for one, feel quite uncomfortable wondering
If the only reason I am not dead from global warming,
As seems possible, is air pollution from jet planes.
But unanswered still my poem’s quest,
‘If I could I would be’ ground fog, rain,
Or bright red balloon, but why?
One answer sure is poetry is born
In images like these and I would please
A heart that grasps what image tells,
Though mine be poetry’s most flagrant verse…
IV. The one you notice…
Brian Johnston
February 7, 2015
They parachuted in the sky with a mission to live or die hundreds of them bond together, cruising in the skies and surveying the hills .I watched from earth with curiosity as they broke the pattern and moved in four different directions, east, west, north and south they flew high above the earth until they disappeared in the clouds.
The Gods of the mountain hold the baits and the trees began to shake and an old man appeared in the wind singing an unknown hymn. He looked at me smiled and gave me a book and a pen and a handkerchief and said. “Well done my friend, you have to carry the mantel for the rest of your life, nature will support you and the heaven will embrace you, and when you feel down just look to the skies and you will know that I am around.”
A sudden ferocious wind swirls around in the air and propels the old man from the ground; he disperses in tiny particle into the clouds. That was the last time I see him around and so the legend about the old man in the wind resonates in the entire town. I can still see him waving his hands as the particle dilute all over the land and the winds began to howl from a distance.
The wind has blown the morning crowd out of town and the mid-day people are skipping up and down, they have nothing to eat but courage is keeping them on their feet while destiny propels them to the market. I watched courage mounting the ass and destiny pulling up the grass and the soul mutating in heaven.
I stepped outside for a while to breathe fresh air so I walked among the trees to find some company they took on a life of their own and purge water out of my gown. Something in my space was suffocating me, it was draining my energy and I could not breathe freely. The heat penetrates my body, springing up cubicles of water in my face and filling up bathtubs all over the place and the wind kept its balance in the tree.
I see the trees swaying in the wind and hands waving from the window as the plane touches down on the land for the first time and the crowd gathers around to get a glimpse of destiny as it emerges from the cloud. They rolled out the carpet and open the plane door and the wind harmonized with it on the floor. And that is where the story begins.
I would help man evolve toward God’s Dreams for this life
And not strive just for mites (some ascribe to have worth?)
(In God’s Will) let us humbly trust Grace is God’s Gift
To a sinner who can’t save himself, find our pride
In Christ’s death on the cross! True Grace lived in God’s soul
Long before time began, the Big Bang, Word made flesh
Voiced first verse, praised in song, watched creation evolve!
Life emerged from the soup of our trembling sea womb.
Is it ‘faith’ we possess that won’t question itself?
(Though no man groks God’s Glory and lives! Tells the tale!)
I don’t need you to love me, to make me a wife
(‘Joined at hip’ as they say) but to honor the earth
We all share. Those who go it alone float adrift,
Lost in space they inhabit, perhaps can’t abide
Thoughts that they might be wrong, the Samaritan’s goal
To let faith be what saves. Let’s consider afresh
Acts that give some hearts pause (give death’s tomb
Too much deference!) Clearly, in life, there’s a gulf.
But to have-nots (not haves) truth appears a white whale!
Does your vanity whisper God’s mind’s His affair?)
Once though Hydrogen gas was the engine of choice
As first stars formed, ignited, aged, burned up this gas
The next elements blossomed, as if from desire.
Gravitation evolved, too (as change prospered change).
Soon the ash of spent suns also found a new place.
Star’s waste now we call planets, these ‘wandering ones’
Are seen drifting ‘cross fixed stars, while orbiting theirs.
While the whole mess disperses, increased speed at bounds.
Once the oceans held life (with the landmasses bare)
Till some finned folk moved shoreward. God gave them a voice
As to where they might live? Or survival ‘takes brass?’
(The first landlubbers won edge in what would transpire.)
Was one dino egg saved on earth’s omelet range?
Or did Adam and Eve then evolve to lose face?
You think Noah’s son’s wives loved the ark tons and tons
When their families drowned? Did God’s son praise soft chairs?
Let me pray to stay humble while making my rounds!
Long Tooth
April 19th in 2020
God is my harbor of safety a fortress and in Father-Mother God I do delight.
So, to pray the very first thing in the morning is my routine for I think it is only right.
In the silence, there is no utterance, no language or voices to be heard.
There in the privacy behind closed doors with fervent prayer, I can hear his word.
God has delivered me, many times from the enemy.
He has shattered the locks, broken the bars, and set me free.
Many times over I could have died from being shot at, yet only grazed.
So I give thanks and Glory to God for he is worthy to be praised.
In absents of light, darkness does prevail.
In silence, the wind can grab hold of your sail.
The seed of greatness lies in the solitude of the mind.
Behind closed doors are all the answers one needs to find.
Listen intently to what is crying out, calling from inside.
Feel the passion churning within as the powerful ocean's rising tide.
Behind closed doors lies the secret to all success.
Concentrating in silence will help one to do their very best.
In the pitch-black darkness of space, a spark of faith burns bright.
It gives life power as the rising sun disperses the night.
This spark, this seed, this faith can burst forth in wonder.
more than enough to put all health and financial woes asunder.
Faith is the elixir of life, and one can build upon it in silence.
This magnificent unseen force can end all suffering, agony, and violence.
Everything comes from thought in the sea of sources.
Tap into that spark of faith so that it manifests into a great benevolent force
God has brought me through a divorce, homelessness, disabilities, and despair.
Through all my trials and tribulations, all my joy and success, he has always been there.
Now, more than ever is the time to elevate the name of the Lord our God, what with all the crime wars, and violence.
Give all reverent praise, glory, and thanksgiving to our Father in heaven, and meditate on his name in silence.
I turn to my girl highlighting Mayday is near
A day of spectacle that the whole village views
There's Jesters of folly and Knights without fear
Witnessing lances and jokes, always going askew
To view such we can venture along different ways
We can stroll by the river listening to many sounds
In awe as we walk amidst most wondrous displays
That on any given day beautiful vistas abound
Decisions, decisions, as we contemplate which way
It's such a special day wondering what to wear
Beauty personified will my Olive be on this day
Knights or Royal Princes, all they can do is stare
So tomorrow we've decided to be our chosen route
Two hearts in decision, declaring what's their suit
Mayday morn now greets as I turn next to me
She my guiding light as beautiful as the dawn
Excitement illuminates for into her eyes I see
Onto my back I lie, that feel she's now upon
Into this day we go heading along the river
Crystal clear translucent such serenity in it's flow
Under greened canopies cooled shaded deliver
Wafting leaved dress in delightful fanned throw
We sense the clearings near for scents we sense
Sporadic clusters in capture of welcoming eyes
Mayday games have started, distant heard suspense
Knights on horseback mounted, now in espy
Now we're in amidst encapsulated we now are
She's here to cheer, her Sir James, soon to spar
Balcony she now awaits, white steed he's now astride
Blinkered pairings gallop towards intended foe
To win this Mayday he, to fight for her his bride
Eliminate his enemy, witness his crimson flow
His lance in now connect, thrown metal disperses
Petals of beauty hurled of rainbows selected
Images of we, now thinking marital rehearses
To know on this day, her intended she's elected
Moments of their previous now in recent past
Knowing they're now free in kaleidoscopic stream
Spectrum of feelings now in view full cast
In colourful extremes, fight for your dreams
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(Matthew 12:40)(13:3-9)(St john 2:19-21)(Luke 13:20-21)
As the old covenant has been the first day
And has by Christ’s death... been taken out of the way.................................(Heb. 10:5-9)
We..the body..must follow it’s head..New Testament...fed as led
Has always been... humanity’s dread...to follow it’s head
Three physical days..for Christ.. to sacrifice..............................................(Luke 13:31-32)
Three longer days...for man to suffice
As the body has followed the head...has finished first day’s dread
Then the second day..mind has been fed..by all that’s been said
The third day be upon us..as the body must follow Christ’s head
Taking heed... to all that’s been said...old body is dead
By taking heed...to what’s been said...hath finished mind’s dread
The mind to be renewed..by heart’s golden hue
Love's covenant written...in sacred heart
Where third day perfection starts
The third day wake..for perfection’s sake
For Christ’s sake...humanity must awake
As wisdom’s sheep...awake from their sleep...........................................(Matthew 25:1-5)
From the mind’s two..long wilderness days..of the mind’s peep..............(Isaiah 8:19&10:14)
The mind will surely weep...for in it’s imaginations..has led Christ’s sheep
From the mind’s two days...of wilderness...we shall now leap...
into new awareness..as we shall now keep..within sacred hearts.. of sheep
The year is near..becoming so clear..the automation..of Love’s creation
The milk in the way..will remove..from central display(Isa.28:7-9)(Heb. 5:12-14)(1Peter2:1-2)
The true light..in spite..of mind’s fright..shines bright..thru center display..of milky way
As even universe disperses...perfection is on the way
The Third Spiritual Day...a new way to play
From the central heart display..the poor will have a say
Love's faith will have it's say...by a new logical way
11-15-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
There are beautiful creatures to grace plains.
There are beautiful flowers for bouquets.
There are beautiful people …
natural and otherwise.
Whether people, creatures or flowers,
there is beauty all around.
One cannot tell at first glance, beauty
without from beauty within.
Beauty in creatures is the natural order of things.
They fill a niche and some do it better than others.
The Andean bear is beautiful because –
It eats fruits and berries, travels long distances
and disperses seeds. It fulfills a good purpose
making the earth more beautiful and productive.
I suppose that to another Andean bear
beauty might seem only skin deep; but in reality there is more!
All creatures have some beauty. Mankind sometimes misses it.
Take the water hyacinth that looks very beautiful at first glance.
Looking deeper one sees that it spreads rampantly
and causes big problems to water navigation.
So, is it not beautiful anymore? Florida has outlawed it.
But, look closer. It is very high in nutritional value.
Did you ever try a water hyacinth stir-fry?
Neither have I, but this prolific plant could feed the world.
And would not that be beautiful!
Then, we ask. What makes a person beautiful?
Is it socialized cosmetic practices or substance within?
Can beauty be one without the other? I say, yes … or both.
Beauty is more than meets the eye it is in the purity of life.
It is essence of the soul within that makes a beautiful person.
It is kindness, compassion, understanding, care, virtue,
meekness, patience, helpfulness, love and more.
There is some measure of beauty in every person,
but man sometimes misses it.
Let us look for the beauty that each person has
…and love one another.
12/27/2016
Learn about the Water Hyacinth if you wish.
http://www.eattheweeds.com/water-hyacinth-stir-fry-2/
Dicot.
Cirrus-
soil cracks,
spores sprout.
Cirru-stratus-
roots spread
node ascends
leaf disperses.
Cumulus-
stem bends
branches spiral
foliage scatters
buds germinate.
Cirro- cumulus-
trunk stands
flowers bloom
fruits hang
birds rhyme
worms parade.
Nimbu-stratus-
Green in black
fruits fall
leaves fade
trunk breaks.
Cumulu-nimbus-
blows pacify
colors glitter
East radiates.
Stratus-
In blue,
tear drops.
Monocot.
Form:
Love - what is love? A generous heart pierced by a longing like a cry,
Clasped hands in the prayer of silence; and a deaf, endless, and unjust despair.
Life - what is life? A sequence of steps towards infinite horizons,
On a path without a map, where the winds of fate often become temptations.
Where love appears unexpectedly and then disperses like smoke.
Love, oh sweet phantom, shadows of mystery ascending towards the horizons,
A raw saga pulsating in the veins of time, dispelling even the darkest memories.
A whisper of angel wings in the night, a wave that sweeps the shore of frozen emotions,
A divine flash that reaches from the cosmos into the chest, ineffable and misunderstood, sacrificed.
Life is a stage with ever-changing scenery, beneath the dazzling celestial vault,
Fading at dusk, a face of love, beneath the descending mask of evening.
Gazing at hidden suffering in moonlit rays, losing itself in the tapestry of the encompassing ether,
Life is the theater where we, the actors of blood and dreams, rehearse love, torn and bearers.
And love, that flame unaware of death, warms us in the depths of dreams,
Life and death congeal around it, pearls shining in the aurora of sadness, unbridled in the search for illumination.
It is that eternal search, the soul that dreams towards the stars,
A fairy tale that dances on the edges of our days, a symphony in which love perpetually resonates and settles in our souls.
It fills the emptiness that life wears like a counselor, with hope that love does not flee, does not abandon us,
Animating every atom that holds us, every thought captured in the chamber of our hearts.
When love rushes from our arms, leaving traces of light in the pristine distance,
Life, a suite of moments within a frame, where each dream is a promise of love that has not yet ended, but is only now becoming true.