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A man's destiny is in his name
Matters not how he plays life's game
My name is Gershon,** which means driven out
Time and again, I've been put to rout
First by my father, when I would not be an attorney
He said, 'Good-bye and good luck' -- You're on your own journey
Then by my first wife, on a frozen winter's night
Locked me out of our apartment when finances were tight
And although I've remarried, raised a new family
I'm always on guard ~ my name Gershon haunts me
**In Hebrew, 'gorush' means driven out
(My name is a Hebrew name)
October 1, 2019
Story of My Life in Ten Lines Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
I have waited for so long to share this impromptu song, I have created it myself, the day when I heard that my mother was dead; I am still trying to process it, but I cannot see where the story fits;I was twelve and my brother was fifteen, three years separate us apart and the day she died my entire world came apart.
She was all that I had to keep me for being, sad and the call that she made when she was on that date was the biggest mistake that she had ever made. It was easy for them to trace the call and find her location abroad, I didn’t know that was the last time I was going to speak to her or I would have told her that I loved her and my heart would be at ease.
Everything happens so fast and here I am exiled in the dark, living in a strange country estrange from the royal family, and the people that I love so dear cannot take the time to celebrate my signature line with me. Everyone is busy and they cannot adjust their schedule to join me.
Here I am all alone celebrating the games anniversary without a crown; I wish my mother was around she would have driven out all the fear and smile; she was so bold and I loved having her around, but now I am a grown man but every time I think about her it makes my spirit sad my heart starts yearning for thee.
I have tried not to think about it, and I kept wondering why Paparazzi did it, I have a strong inclination to open up the case to put the conspire to bed and reveal the truth of how my mother died .
Was the accident meant for her or was it meant for the company that was with her, it was arrange and the probe was not in vain but the act of adultery in broad day light would have ended in a sacrifice. I still cannot see were the story fits, pull the puzzle apart and shine the light into the dark.
I can still see the procession moving along and my brother and I walking behind the horse driven casket; how much that memory haunts me and tarnishes my childhood prosperity .If I had to make one wish that would be to see her alive again and I would thank her for making that heartfelt sacrifice.
I have composed this Impromptu song and I want the royal family to sing it with me, to erase Dina's painful memory.
I have never gotten over it and mercy has spared me from going over the cliff. Tell my father to come and see me and have biscuits and tea with me.
I had a car, it was like my friend, my child! The songs, I and the car……no one else but the car was my companion through the highs and lows…every delight and every sorrow! Except for simple servicing it actually asked nothing. Had just one request, “please keep me sparkling clean.” The smooth, noiseless glide…… No, I wasn’t obsessed! Even when I sped up, it was alert …..perfect reflexes, perfect control……my car amazed me, every time I drove! The space, the height and its sturdy style……it was just a perfect guy!
Just a few days back it expired! The chauffeur had driven it to a near by market. It was on its way back when a biker in some dilemma sped up and got disoriented. To save the lives, my car took a sharp cut and smashed itself into the wood.
The driver was saved, other lives were saved but my beloved died! I miss it day and night… I know for my help it would have cried!
It got wounded.
It bled.
Cried in pain.
Howling for me but I wasn't there.
Makes me sad, I am feeling so bad.
My love, my car craving for last few minutes to share,
How come, I wasn’t aware and I couldn’t take it’s care!
Everything broken, everything smashed,
Oh! I feel it’s pain, those pauses between each breath!
Dying pulse, freezing skin and dewy eyes!
It laid there absolutely helpless and traumatized.
It wanted to call me but it had no voice.
Wanted a last bear hug but it collapsed even before I could sigh.
Who says objects don’t talk, they don’t share?
Why did we have such a strong bond and so much of care?
How would I explain the telepathy, I had?
What is that anxiety, which makes the vacuum grow?
My heart flutters and longing for it never goes!
I will miss it always, though it will never know!
December 17 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Titus and Philemon
Key Verses – Titus 1:4 … Grace, mercy, and peace, from God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ our Saviour.
Philemon 1:3 Grace to you, and peace, from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.
FAITH IN GOD WHO IS THE SOURCE OF GRACE, MERCY AND PEACE
God is the source of grace, mercy and peace according to the Scriptures
For biblical servanthood gestures
While by faith, we feast in His provisions’ pastures
And trust Him for faith-driven adventures.
God is the source of grace, mercy and peace through the Holy Spirit
For the glory of His honour by His grand merit
While by faith, we do His will with His Word’s wit
And follow Him to where He wants us to fit.
God is the source of grace, mercy and peace with His divine zeal
For ministry-labour along His compassion’s deal
While by faith, we involve in His church of fellowship’s seal
And call unto Him when in prayer, we kneel.
God is the source of grace, mercy and peace toward our righteousness
For the increase of good works’ faithfulness
While by faith, we shine in His light’s brightness
And testify for Him along His loving kindness.
God is the source of grace, mercy and peace upon heavenly values
For manifestation of Christ-like virtues
While by faith, we walk on His paths of truth-avenues
And cleave unto Him so we will not be hopelessly anxious.
God is the source of grace, mercy and peace in making in us a great difference
For the exaltation of His name midst worldliness’ interference
While we choose godly standards’ preference
And please Him by His statutes’ reference.
God is the source of grace, mercy and peace by His sovereign authority
For jubilant worship of grateful sincerity
While by faith, we delight in His mercy’s bounty
And praise Him for His triumph now till eternity.
December 17, 2025
Let me tell you a little story
On how I ended up in purgatory
It happened right after I died
And scales of judgement could not decide
The life I spent, was equally bad and good
Angles around me, confused they stood
A hundred percent equal score
It had never occurred before
After a while of contemplation
They came up with a unique notion
Turning in unison and without any emotion
Towards an ominous door they did motion
Their looks implied I should go through
Frozen in place with trepidation and dread
I could not move, a question I asked instead
“What is behind that door” I asked nervously
They stared at me, grim and serously
“Purgatory” they said, looking sad
“Filled with creatures and people, mostly bad”
“With beings from stories and myths,
“Where magic, and wonder still exists”
“For a millennia there you must abide”
After hearing this, I was somewhat excited
One last answer, I needed provided
“Why the sad looks, it sounds fascinating”
They replied “Thousand years is a long time”
“A cruel sentence, for not committing a crime”
“In that span of time, you could be driven mad”
I looked up and said “it is not so bad”
“I have lived on earth mate, for a hundred years”
“Slave for seventy, death, depression and tears
“Wars, genocides, evil and pain everywhere”
“Purgatory sounds a lot better than there”
I smiled at them, then looking at the door
I walked confidently, over the cloud like floor
“See you later” I said with a smile
I have not been this excited in quiet a while
I walk happily into the unknown…
Silently you watch me suffer
My cries for help unanswered
I thrash about in my pain
Driven insane by….
The Silence
“She will survive.
She will rise.”
You comfort yourself with these words
Sure that you will not be summoned
To attend a funeral
Ah, there is truth in that
You WILL not be summoned
For there are no attendees
At the funeral
Of a soul
A heart
A dream
Of Love
…….Silence……
The thrashing and moaning lessen
Time passes
The silence... d
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You breathe a sigh of relief
It is over
And yet
The silence is broken
Something keeps playing in your mind
Music
Notes
Sorrowful wailing sounds
You cannot block out
It is the requiem
A dirge for my dead heart
Thoughts resurrect
A love still burns
Finally…
You come to search
To find
To verify...
S....i....l....e....n...c....e
Dead hearts don’t speak
You missed the funeral
And the burial
Now….
Do not disturb
My resting place
Yes, stand there
Stand still
With bowed head
Listen…..listen to the silence
A silence matching
The silence
Of your own dead heart
Listen....Listen to
THE SILENCE
Eileen Manassian Ghali
It was not a decision taken lightly
When we found that our free servitude
Unrequited was by our chosen masters
With their metal monsters they had fallen in love
Growling,roaring and spitting fumes
Our nostrils filling with the smell of burnt sugar
Until that became an acrid stench
Drowning all the sweet sounds and scents of nature
In the raw
Our fields they usurped
While we were driven into odd and idle corners
To become their playthings
For pleasure alone
No more did we strive together in mutual harmony
With our erstwhile lords
According to the laws of the cosmos
Divinely ordained
Now their homes at night pulsed with a ghostly glow
While by day their gazes were held on screens
With the digital pallor
Reflected on their faces
Totally immune to the cycle of the seasons
It was then we chose to withdraw
And quietly retreated to our spiritual home
Bereft and pining for that lost communion
Which had served man and horse so well
In the Creator's plan
There was no more for us to do
Than to commune with the divine presence
Until they were wrenched free fom their spellbinding devices
And needed our companionship
Once again
The light of day turned into a dim-lit twilight
where the west wind caressed my aging face
I borrowed time to embrace its warm touch
and listened to the breathless whisper through the trees
Where my heartbeats share the tranquility
And I see the purity of time yield
to the wind that crawls across the meadow
where it washed over each green tender blade
and conquered grass that bent and surrendered
To the west winds howl, and its flowing air
That sails red clouds across the horizon
before the first shimmering gleams of starlight glow
and the soft song of the nightbird is pushed along
like a ghostly call that will haunt my ears
Where I listen to every sound the wind carries
driven quietly away by the westward wind
as it moves across the Earth and Sky unopposed
from the Earth's breath of natural wonder
Where enchantment still lies beyond my realm of dreams
Relentless, empowering, with so many mountains to climb
Remorseless destruction, given on those who idled around
Youthful years spent wasted on anger never worth its time
Pursued until driven under this cold, listless barren ground
He had a mission given to him, before his own birth breath
Centuries before him, a devil’s power on his enemies to ail
Bring them all down, then left to wallow in their own death
Just to sight him was enough to render those demons pale
He was going beyond any hell known that all feared but he
Wiping this world, of those who would afflict beyond belief
To make all a better place only for the likes of you, and me
Not to be burdened with their woeful cries, thus their grief
Where God’s beyond, will feed upon, their perishable souls
With all their knowledge on a platter digested, as achieved
So, peace upon this world can reign once more, we control
So evil will no longer exist as we have all always perceived
Alba, remember, but will you remember me
Be where I can see you, but me you will not see
For I have been finally, driven underground
Returned to where I came, to die without a sound
And all because one day, in the month of February
An Aura appeared to me, my eyes caressed to see
Amidst these living days in absorbency two became
No culture, just our pasts, no one was too blame
In our living lives we choked, in throw ejected we
Poisoned absorbency bled, as we look around and see
In decision midst we're lost, to be answered soon
Alba, remember, but will you remember us
Looking at the moon?
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