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March 8 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 7-9
Key Verses –Judges 7:18 and 20… The sword of the LORD, and of Gideon.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DIVINE SWORD
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, smiting attacks of persecution
Thank You that You keep me safe by Your compassion’s action
Toward cheerful great commission-participation
Being Your saved child, enjoying Your granted eternal redemption.
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, freeing souls from enemy’s hand
Thank You that You keep me secured by Your “Be strong” command
Toward victorious fight along righteous stand
Being Your ransomed believer, transformed by Your grand re-creation brand.
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, defeating the camp of backsliding
Thank You that You keep me steadfast by Your faith-building
Toward diligent worship-service attending
Being Your sanctified Christian for joyful supplication-interceding.
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, subduing destructive iniquity
Thank You that You keep me controlled by Your loving authority
Toward submissive obedience, devoid of shallow piety
Being Your prayerful steward striving to please You with humility.
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, reigning over fleshly struggles
Thank You that You keep me firm by Your Word from falsity-wiggles
Toward teachable attitude that defies compromise-bugles
Being Your interested learner awed midst wisdom realization-giggles.
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, promoting heavenly perspective
Thank You that You keep me guided by Your illumination’s directive
Toward joyful reaching-out midst soul-winning, always affirmative
Being Your Gospel-proclaimer, trusting Your power, constantly operative.
Lord God, You are my divine Sword, conquering foolishness-fights
Thank You that You keep me radiant by Your Scriptural truth-lights
Toward fruitful ministry involvement against slothfulness-blights
Being Your Bible adherent, experiencing Your miracles’ delights.
March 8, 2023
Take a deep breath
Sit and slow the pace
Sip a cup of tea
Chill and quieten your mind
Be open and receptive
Poetry is a universe onto its own
Most poems are a doorway to another world
Some will offer wisdom on a plate
Others reach in and play your heartstrings
Some will have rhymes that are divine
Others enchant you with their whimsy
Some will reveal truths that leave you speechless
Others make you work and fill the blanks
Some will trigger vivid memories within
Others flow off your tongue like honey and delight
Some will delve to depths bound to surprise
You’ll discover that poetry truly is a universe onto its own
AP: 3rd place 2025
Vengeance dissolves making room for something new
Redemption blossoms in hope colors the dawn
In silence pain fades like mist
Among the remnants of conflict forgiveness is born
The family welcomes him, the offerings of warmth
The likeness of Christ shines in every gesture
The crossfire marks the end changing destiny
Suffering fades and in the night dissolves
In a gesture of clemency forgiveness manifests
Through the shadows new light advances
In the heart burns the desire for peace
The family, strong, embraces every change
Riggs gives Rianne the decorated bullet
A symbol of peace between tears and smiles
Christmas lights up and down the cul-de-sac
In forgiveness the divine likeness is reflected
The family gathering the new bonds
Love sprouts where grudges once reigned
Hatred shouted finds echo in the wounded heart
Anger shatters but time soothes it
Acceptance means growing and letting go
The family becomes a refuge redemption is built
In forgiveness unexpected strength is found
The soldier resists but lets himself be assured by hope
In forgiveness the image of Christ is renewed
The family is a manger where one is reborn every day
The likeness is reflected in the gentle gesture
Vengeance finds no room anymore, only harmony
Redemption in memories in the comforting present
The light of Christmas illuminates every face
The soldier whom no one can bend
He finds strength again as God changes his heart
Resilience leaves a mark deep and alive
In the warmth of the family pain is transformed
Redemption is fulfilled forgiveness triumphs
And the likeness of Christ remains eternal
Vengeance vanishes now one of the Mertaugh clan
Victoria Lynn Riggs' memory (his family)
This soldier’s resilience reflected in the warmth of Christmas
I find it not right
nor sustainably left,
snapped the poet,
that sainted soldiers claimed healthy transitions
toward divinely rapturous peace
to promote principles of death
by deliberate
degenerate design.
I could not reasonably interpret good news
win-God/win-humanity scripture stories
designed for win/lose inhumane
unredeemed
heroic fight makes Earth all zero-balanced right
patriotic players.
Neither philosophers
nor politicians
nor parasites
nor predators
could legitimately inscribe
and thereby capture and commodify
Natural Law
to justify killing each
Eco-Other
which, unreasoning,
feels distinctly unnatural
and betrays principled cause/effect order,
neither promoting liberty toward healthy naturality
nor security from too wealthy
self-satisfied non-spirituality
for individuals
families
communities
residuals
tribes
transgenderals
cultures
nations
generals
species of natural ordered pasts,
spirited futures,
co-presently remembered,
designed by healthy recombinant
transubstantiating
meta-morphic intent.
Nor is it OK for real-world multicultural experience
to whisper God's sacred transcendent
omnipotent mercy
to support
and reason
and negotiate for just wars
against this actual everyday private humanity
of one interdependently public
transparently vulnerable messianic body,
a cooperatively-owned sacrificial servant
for Earth's more polyculturally robust life,
not monocultural
Death
which feels like sacrilege against any divine Creator's
regenerative potential
and/or original intent,
omnipotent resilience,
omniscient resonance,
omnipresent restorative justice
justifying win/win/win/win...
Peace
which cannot be reasonably used
to justify deliberate dissonant degenerativity,
nor to sanctify desecration.
Above the clouds and disappearing skyline
I was jetsetting on an international airline
That’s when I met a handsome Mr. Einstein
No kin to Albert, nose most perfectly aquiline
Said he was looking for a concubine
The whole thing to be utmost clandestine
I accused him of bringing onboard some moonshine
Then he just whined and became somewhat of a swine
So I moved and sat next to charming Clementine
Offered me truffle chocolate I did decline
She then casually asked me to invest in her gold mine
Slipped me a form I refused to countersign
‘Twas awkward but the damage had been benign
I discreetly moved on to an empty seat just fine
Where I was greeted by glamorous Calvin Klein
Pointed to his window at a view sublimely alpine
Not another word was spoken, ‘twas utterly divine
I almost commented on the beauty of his ring so opaline
But opted to avoid a dialogue with risk to end up asinine
The silence was as grand and majestic as any shrine
I slept and rested with the help of a bit of wine
Got home in time to greet my favourite canine
And join in to sing Auld Lang Syne
Home Sweet Home, starshine of my lifeline
AP: 1st place 2020
Without doubt, we feel separate from source,
limited by time, space, knowledge, power,
with will to restricted to actions coarse,
thus in fearful darkness, our heart cowers,
distanced from Gods love, light and bliss shower.
Trapped in the open, we are free within,
on entering tranquil silence sanguine,
fearlessly embracing the joy current,
as blissful rapture each moment begins,
we be to become self-luminescent.
Such is non-doing of the pathless path,
silence and stillness reclaiming the light,
each moment in time, a holy sabbath,
voice of conscience discerning wrong from right,
whilst ecstasy heightens through day and night.
Boundaries blur as consciousness expands,
clear light dawns, we begin to understand,
God is within and this dream world fleeting
that once love enabled, our destiny grand,
as we witness our divine soul blooming.
02-July-2021
Outside my window lives a chickadee,
he loves snowy green pine,
and has a family of about twenty-three;
he loves the snow and falling snowflakes divine,
and each morning the whole family sings for me.
Sometimes they scatter on clamous whirling wings,
off to a park nearby,
my heart is sad for their songs are like violins;
then, the beat of their wild swirling wings multiply,
they have brought home many, many friends I sigh.
On warmer days I bring them some seeds,
I put the seeds on my hand,
and am always in awe with their fluttering speeds;
I love each created by God delicate painted band
helping the birds helps me to grow and transcend.
They huddle together when it is very cold,
at times they lift a foot,
I think God not only gave them beauty but a soul;
each morning I must go to my window to have a look
I find them twittering, and tweeting in a clamor bruit.
The shattered glass on the wall shows a crooked reflection of the soul I once had,
That child smiles at me as if she can't see the life ahead- no time limit to her joy, no suffering in sight,
Bloodstained shadows envelop me, like the embrace of a home I've never been to.
I never thought i'd have to bid valediction to a memory i'd fabricated- but when you've been isolated in your realm and burdened by your creation, that child's light begins to fade...
The helmet on my head is forged from divine carcass: the spine of an unfortunate challenger.
My crown is my armour, my symbols of office, I can't risk my throne or my realm or my mind.
My sanity is spent but reality is bent to my bidding: I can't crack the facade if the illusion is the truth.
In the sportive abode of emotion-
The heaven-
an alluring fairytale garden,
by hearing this word happiest pleasure comes
in the belief of every breath!
The hell-
a terrible fictional place,
by hearing this word acute anguish comes
in the silent tour of every vein!
If you want heaven by killing people
it is only your prayer;
In your this whimsical oblation
whether God has any consent or not
I do not know!
By which believing stamina you are powerful,
think that the belief is a very divine meditation,
think that the belief is a very true oracle from God,
are these beliefs really true, I do not know!
And with the so-called truth of you
If you kill people in the name of God
Then I'll name your truth- Terrorism!
-April 24,2019, Chattogram
HUMILITY FOUND
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When ego's fragile form begins to fade,
a limitless expanse of soul appears.
The boundaries that once bound and confined,
now stretch, expand, transform, and astound.
In losing the ego self, another universe is found,
a world of wonder, limitless, and esoteric.
The chains of comparison are severed;
they no longer bind, no longer suffocate either you or me.
The prison of competition is left behind,
unfettered, enlightenment grows.
In this vast and open place, humility also grows, and
a web of love and Divine interconnectedness prevail.