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January 6 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 18-21
Key Verse - Genesis 18:14 Is any thing too hard for the LORD? At the time appointed I will return unto thee, according to the time of life, and Sarah shall have a son.
HEART THAT BELIEVES THAT NOTHING IS TOO HARD FOR THE LORD
With heart that believes that nothing is too hard for the Lord…
We are shielded by our great Defender with His miraculous might
Always protected from fear’s destruction toward heavenly flight
Letting us trust His promise with delight
For us to bear fruits along steward-height.
With heart that believes that nothing is too hard for the Lord…
We are provided by our gracious inheritance Source
Always guarding us from every evil force
Letting us prevail over horrors of sin-darkness’ course
For us to serve Him midst inviting worldliness of destruction exit doors.
With heart that believes that nothing is too hard for the Lord…
We are forgiven by our merciful Pardoner for our sanctification
Always defending us from iniquity’s affliction
Letting us separate from filthiness’ abomination
For us to enjoy His peace and goodness’ satisfaction.
With heart that believes that nothing is too hard for the Lord…
We are upheld by our gentle Restrainer against vanity-indulgence
Always covering us from time-wasting habit-resurgence
Letting us multiply our labour-yield of spiritual diligence
For us to please Him with whole-hearted obedience.
With heart that believes that nothing is too hard for the Lord…
We are enclosed by our loving prayer-Hearer
Always surrounding us with His assurance-answer
Letting us dwell in His presence forever
For us to abide in His comfort, being His care-seeker.
With heart that believes that nothing is too hard for the Lord…
We are taught by our wise Counselor with His sovereign appearance
Always discipling us against false teachings’ ignorance
Letting us grow in faith’s certainty upon His truth-assurance
For us to walk before Him safely along His deliverance.
With heart that believes that nothing is too hard for the Lord…
We are guided by our kind Father Who blesses us exceedingly
Always establishing us in His eternal covenant steadfastly
Letting us live in His perfect will joyously
For us to experience His power wondrously.
January 6, 2026
Beliefs are conjured by mind
Vicarious knowing
On choosing to exit its bind
We keep flowing
Sans thought, identity recedes
Yet awareness self aware is
Power of Holy Spirit then leads
Throbbing within as bliss
From noumena rose phenomena
The first impulse Ohm
Deep stillness resolves this enigma
The vast void our home
No ism may bridge the duality chasm
Yet silence sets us free
Bliss beats throb in mind-body prism
When head and heart agree
How may the unseen truth be described
We each must feel it alone
Have ye not as yet bliss thunder imbibed
How then may this be shown
22-December-2022
Political leaders take countries to war,
making decisions that are political,
done to ensure they are voted for,
domestic approval and nothing more.
Biden couldn't have got it more wrong,
clearly this President is a total moron,
it doesn't matter how long it's gone on,
you don't just leave if you still belong.
I wonder if Biden even understands,
the world he has left for those Afghans,
the victory clearly that of the Talibans,
how can you not tell your allies the plans!!
Isolating the US from your allies overseas,
with this absolute shambles exit strategy,
this is how superpowers become nobodies,
the worst military mistake in our history!!
Watch China buy and reverse engineer
equipment that gave your enemies fear,
American time at the top ends right here,
international respect slowly disappears
For 20 long years it was a war you'd won,
now the legacy tells a different outcome,
all of those sacrifices can't be undone,
yet the terror awaiting us surly will come!
Life, in its cruelest joke, gives us only enough time to discover ourselves,
we toil through the years of uncertainty, forging identities like soul blacksmiths,
sharpening our talents, enduring betrayals and broken hearts,
reaching the peak of self-possession only to be ready to depart.
This is the irony of life, where maturity comes hand in hand with obsolescence,
wisdom, that hard-earned prize, merely the prelude to irrelevance,
we master existence just in time to leave it, a bitter joke of time,
a brief rehearsal for an unscripted exit, without applause.
We gaze into the abyss of the inevitable, death, with eyes wide open to infinity,
living under the shadow of our own mortality, shadows dancing on the earth,
we crawl through the days of life with the burden of knowing our fate presses upon us,
the weight of the days is dreadful, a sad song in the cold wind.
We practice existence under the indifferent sky, between magical sunrises and sunsets,
like actors on the stage of a play whose end is already written in the stars,
each day, in this theater of time, we seek unseen meaning,
how to find essence when we are destined to be merely passing dreamers?
Perhaps in this journey, between dream and awakening, we find a hidden beauty,
perhaps in each step toward the abyss there is a dance of life and death,
a dance whose rhythm we cannot stop, a waltz of ephemeral eternity,
yet, in our fragility, in the awareness of the end, we find strength.
A strength to love, to create, to hope with intensity and passion,
even knowing that our story will end like any other story,
we live each chapter like a fire that lights up the dark night,
for between light and shadow there is always a beginning and an end.
I hope one day you will find
There is a no exit sign
On my heart that I display
Brightly blinking I will stay
Forever and never leave
I know it;s hard to believe
When you have been hurt as much
Like you have, there is a rush
Of uncertainty and doubt
In your mind that is without
The faith to believe in me
Or my love that I decree
Will forever last and not
Ever wreck or tear apart
Your world or heart once you give
Me a chance to help you live
A happy and sweet filled life
There wont be one ounce of strife
That comes near now or ever
As long as we are together
All you'll feel is the joy
No one will ever destroy
I'll make sure each day there is
Nothing but big hugs like this
And sweet kisses on your lips
As your world is doing flips
Sensations new and so exciting
Will be felt as I'm enticing
Every inch of you with the
Power of loves destiny
You will never want to exit
Because it will be too perfect
A man from distant lands
Celestial musings that you said to me
Still whisper gently in my memory
Reminding me of our heavenly kiss
Acquiescing to a pull of cherubic bliss.
Nothing has been the same since then
When under the moon we secretly met
For a union of our twilight dreams
Shining under glitter of stellar streams.
Moved by your supernal phrases
I opened the door of loving graces
Riding with you to ethereal places
Singing praises of romantic verses.
When moon so soon left evening sky
And winds shook up stormy clouds
I saw the retreating distant star
Urging you to exit before too long.
But you stayed put in drenching rain
Sheltering my frame without refrain
As we walked to a peaceful lake
Surrendering to love divinely ornate.
I knew you belonged to distant lands
When soon you left with moon and the stars,
Leaving behind your immortal vibe
Permanently bound with a seraphic tie.
January 4, 2018
Placed 1st: Strand Pick 7 contest by Brian Strand
Placed 5th in Impress Me premiere contest by Skat A
The opera isn't over until the fat lady sings,
the demotic aphorism goes
Before the curtain goes up at the opera house,
someone least expected comes out to close the show
She was no fat lady. Rather, a young soprano.
A shy young girl about the age of sixteen.
She takes center stage; unsure of herself.
Her eyes nervously scanning the audience
as a hush fell over the packed house.
All were breathless with anticipation, waiting to hear
her sing. Then she sprung a show-stopping surprise!
Mouths were agape, the applause, deafening.
A show-stealing star was instantaneously born!
It's difficult not to be moved by
the young soprano's lachrymose powerfully sung aria
The audience made their exit, astounded!
Free Verse Fever - A - Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Lu Loo
Date written: 01/19/2020
I chose: Astounded
We are taught early to recognize danger
and to be cautious of strangers
From early on RED LETTERS stick out
As we go into a new building
observing surroundings
to be wise to learn EXIT points in case of danger
or fire
A forecast of a Hurricane could give
some ample time to prepare
while a tornado could come at anytime
causing destruction
There are many dangers in this life
but none is more dangerous
than walking alone one day
without the guidance of Jesus
in your life
knowing you belong to Him
for no matter what world danger you encounter
only your flesh shall stay here
while your soul must move on
He has given us a way to escape
The RED LETTERS He spoke
is the way to live
to change who you are
showing Him in you
and you in Him
The Bible shall lay out your exit points
piecing life together so perfectly
as seeing a quilt come together from threads
the stranger to avoid is the devil
For we shall walk hand and hand with Jesus
holding on not leaving His side
waiting for the day to unite
Trust
I’m standing in the kitchen—
a cornered thing, your body sealing me in,
and trust—once simple—
hangs trembling in the air between us.
Your breath arrives before your words,
lifting the small hairs along my chin.
I trusted you then, too—
not knowing trust could bruise.
“Go on—hit me. Hit me!”
you bellow, begging for the blow,
and when I finally let go,
you’re suddenly sprawled on the kitchen floor,
claiming the injury—
claiming the story—
claiming my trust and twisting it.
Two years on,
I’m back in that same tight space,
not your body now
but your mind trapping me.
Tiny put-downs,
quiet tellings-off,
you chastise me like a child.
Each word a small betrayal—
death by a thousand broken trusts.
You command, Be a parent!
as if I hadn’t tried,
as if my son’s small storms
proved I was unworthy.
Once, I trusted you with us—
with him—
with me.
But the walls close in again.
No exit.
Your poison fills hand, heart, body.
Trust rots quickest
when held by the wrong hands.
You hold the reins;
I fall into line.
My lips forget speech.
My love—my curse—
trails back to the day we met,
the day I gave you trust
you never meant to keep.
If time had a door
I could lock behind me,
I’d shut that moment out forever—
erase the cost of trusting you,
undo the one mistake
that haunts me still:
leaving my son
at the mercy of someone
I should never
have trusted.
Almost
without a mother.
Incomprehensible space/time continuum intrigues...
One insignificant, infinitesimal
incomprehensibleness cosmic speck,
who doth readily confess
swallowed within
infinite cosmic wormhole, nonetheless,
he feels mind boggled, fascinated,
transfixed... helpless to express
following concept suddenly
gripping his feeble mental compass.
I haint never gonna get
smart enough to understand
supposedly how universe
under contract to expand
subscribers embracing divine
intervention ascribe to invisible hand
cosmographical phenomena defies
garden variety *****sapien
understanding schema so grand
feeble analogy whereby
Neanderthal apt to understand
lingual mechanics predicated
I grammatically, markedly, pointedly...
exclaim with ampersand.
No particular reason nor rhyme
prompted contemplation
Einsteinian/ Stephen
Hawking concepts sublime
defy one average guy
way past his prime
ideal, optimal, universal... time
to fortify i.e. cognitive ability
brewing, immersing, steeping... gray matter
within astrophysicist clime,
now punishing ignorance mime
limited aptitude climb
stymied best taught during childhood
undoubtedly education pioneer - Haim
Ginott speculate would even
advocate buzzfeeding fetus
with intelligent boosting enzyme.
I chomp at the metaphorical bridled bit
and chafe not being genius like Trump pit
ing president (gag me with a spoon),
and lemme don pith helm mitt
this crash test dummy, whit
no shadow of doubt ready to quit
human race if said nitwit
nabs 20/20 election twit
tilling, spindling, mutilating,
fondling... constitutional sacred writ
issuing dynastic emperor gambit
hastening cremated ashes (mine)
launched into distant orbit
bajillion light years
careering, hopscotching, zipping
eventually reincarnated into runny Babbit
ironically enslaved for profit
blindly obedient dagnabbit,
indentured as intergalactic caddy
fired while under probation as apprentice
up Paul ling lee forced to exit
Sartre's stage door left sporting
embarrassing MAGA prison outfit
hustled away courtesy
as laughingstock exhibit.
Thus, I helm ship of state into black void
alone within cosmos, yes...overjoyed!