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August 6 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 9-12
Key Verse – Ezekiel 10:5 And the sound of the cherubims' wings was heard even to the outer court, as the voice of the Almighty God when he speaketh.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ALMIGHTY SOVEREIGN
Lord God, You are my Almighty Sovereign
Who empowers me by Your might
Thank You for beholding me through Your mercy’s light
Beyond my inability’s height
Toward triumphant faith that soars to divine flight.
Lord God, You are my Almighty Sovereign
Who expounds to me Your assurance
Thank You for allowing me to visualize Your glorious elegance
Beyond my confessed ignorance
Toward humble compliance that smites arrogance.
Lord God, You are my Almighty Sovereign
Who enables me with Your hands
Thank You for helping me obey Your commands
Beyond my incapacity to meet Your demands
Toward diligent willingness that I may run for ministerial errands.
Lord God, You are my Almighty Sovereign
Who establishes me through Your uplifting
Thank You for guiding me along Your counsel’s setting
Beyond my stubbornness that needs melting
Toward sanctified testimony that conquers darts of doubting.
Lord God, You are my Almighty Sovereign
Who exposes to me Your prophecy-fulfillment
Thank You for teaching me Your doctrines of spiritual enrichment
Beyond my understanding in need of Your enlightenment
Toward faithful stewardship that can work midst discipleship-commitment.
Lord God, You are my Almighty Sovereign
Who encloses me within Your compassion
Thank You for loving me despite my transgression
Beyond my sinfulness of guilt’s possession
Toward pardoned status that overcomes hell-fright’s oppression.
Lord God, You are my Almighty Sovereign
Who encompasses me around Your graciousness
Thank You for pitying me in my downfall’s loneliness
Beyond my feelings of unworthiness
Toward joyous servanthood that glorifies You by Your goodness.
August 6, 2023
Spring sets sure strokes with winsome wit,
Touch tells true tease as answer aids;
Yield yonder yoke bearing bold bits,
Love lingers lease primal pulse paid;
Each etch expounds the timely touch.
Firm fervent fount comes charming cheer,
One obvious ounce makes movement much;
Nature notes nouns freeing forged fear,
Dish displays dust that times tell tales.
Sight senses sink wild wholesome will,
Moist motions must push plots prevail;
Indulge in ink finesse fulfilled,
Leap lovely laze with worthwhile wear,
Endow embrace surging sweet stare.
Leon Enriquez
07 September 2015
Singapore
The task of giving an authentic interpretation of the Word of Eternal God
Has been entrusted to the living
Teaching office of the Church alone
Its authority in this matter exercised in the name of Jesus Christ
It means that the task of interpretation has been entrusted
To the bishops in communion in successor of St. Peter
The bishop of Rome
This Magisterium is not superior to the Word of Eternal God
But it is its friends
It teaches only that has been handed to it
At the divine command with the help of Eternal Holy Spirit
It listens to this devotedly
Guards it with dedication
Expounds it faithfully
All it proposes for belief as being divinely revealed
Drawn from this single deposit of faith
Mindful of Father Christ’s words to His apostles
“He who hears you, hears me”
The faithful receive with docility the teachings
Derives that their pastors give them in different forms
Paul Jackson Pollock
Condense versions that affected the times,
Immense variants that scoped his pleasures,
Florence immersed unravel a mentor,
Propense expounds at immortal measures.
Paul J. Pollock, painter, from Wyoming,
Haul labeled abstract impressionist art,
Gall at pouring, splashing, horizontal,
Call, was his ardor, loved beyond his heart.
Drip technique viewed canvass at all angles,
Whip body whole, frenetic dancing style,
Flip the brush, traverse the canvass boldly,
Grip abrupts a hold, paint flicks, dons a smile.
Divide hath praised his immediacy,
Pride his fluency of the creation,
Deride the random effects of his art,
Astride the split, sits a fenced summation.
Face that he wore was like seasons changing,
Space art goes on, naught a start, nor an end,
Trace that he drew, nay pictures, but events,
Chase rare acclaimed, never, nor what they penned.
He paints Blue Poles in 1952,
The Australian government purchased it,
Be it known, poles sought, chase made, was futile,
We found the entitled, be a misfit.
First, the Mural most expensive of his,
Burst, Number 17-A, naught mellow,
Dispersed, Mural on Indian Red Ground,
Versed, The Deep black and white, hints of yellow.
Guise his failing marriage with Lee Krasner,
Unwise, alcohol, substitutes his wife,
Empathize, Ruth Kligman, unfaithfulness,
Dies, drunk driving, Ruth lived, late renown life.
2020 February 08
*3rd Place*
STRAND SELECT J ,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Thoughts of you accost my mind
leave me trembling, naked, blind
to all else except your face
and those lips I long to trace
thoughts of you accost my heart
and the beats go off the chart
all the surge of passion pounds
and my wanting need expounds
Thoughts of you accost my soul
baring not part, but the whole
every dream thus naked lies
in the gaze of wanting eyes
thoughts of you accost my thighs
make my breath escape in sighs
each one makes love to my core
and I beg for more and more
thoughts of you accost my time
turn the mundane to sublime
turn the dreary into fine
thoughts of you: my sweetest rhyme
Eileen Manassian
A few days ago new neighbors moved to the house across the street.
Mind you, I'm not a very nosy guy and am generally quite discreet,
But like my dear old cat, I possess a certain amount of curiosity,
So I pulled the curtain aside to see what I could see!
"Love thy neighbor as thyself", the Good Book expounds!
That'll be mighty hard to do as I curse their six howling hounds,
And the teenage kid with dual pipes and boom box in his car,
Roaring up and down the street, our tranquility to mar!
Their six rowdy ruffians trample my shrubs and pristine lawn.
I have no need for an alarm clock since they awake me every dawn!
I feel like wringing the scrawny necks of each of the little brats.
Those feral little hoodlums are about to drive me bats!
Dad has a Harley on which he roars to work each day.
Mom, trying to herd her urchins, has a voice heard a mile away!
They own half a dozen heaps parked along the thoroughfare,
Occupying other peoples' parking spaces but they don't seem to care!
Wouldn't it be swell if our neighbors we could choose!
I don't want to sound grumpy but I'm being driven to booze!
Lord, there must be some relief from this hopeless perdition.
It would certainly calm my nerves and improve my disposition!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
(Fictional write - I actually have pretty decent neighbors!)
Life launch with the first scream from womb.
Then took off and slammed in the tomb.
Life isn't just about fun and game.
We must fight until forms are lame.
It is round lore beyond expounds.
Numerous sighs like cosmic clouds.
Gain wisdom young to clinch good life.
And swear youthful strong for old rife.
Fame is the world's greatest treasure.
The known name stands when flesh festers.
Life is brief but art spreads and chimes
Love is the best kind of sublime.
Life can only be grasped backward.
Yet, one must astir it forward.
I sleep and dream life is beauty.
I wake and see life is duty.
Veiled maxim is hard to fathom.
I am stirred by the dance phantom.
Lasting and thrill success is you.
Life is noxious, dazzling with hue
Life has better worth than money.
And the right to live is holy.
Listen while straining to be heard
Insight turn suitable through yield
Sewage and grime, fog and rainfall.
A wave, sunlight, blizzard, and squall.
Man is shaped by a dry, grim doom.
Life and soul are one such tense bloom.
Life has sharp curves, is garrulous.
Life may be strange and perilous.
You will crash, and will often dance.
Keep the beat free and try new stance.
Written: June 6th, 2022
Life Is Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Sea of grass
Hues of green;
Dancing in the sun
~~~~~~~~~
Mood swings
Dash of madness;
Daylight conspires
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Sea shore tryst
High tides splash;
Salty sand caressed
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Curvy tracks winding
Jogging feet trekking;
Trees sigh in the wind
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Sky canopy
Airy shelters here;
Wet garments for earth
~~~~~~~~~
Noisy seagulls
Congregation expounds;
Fishy conversations
~~~~~~~~~
Moonlight excursion
Romance on the prowl;
Seaside rendezvous
~~~~~~~~~
Late evening chills
Prelude to deep sleep;
Healing slumber comes
~~~~~~~~~
Poise of morning
Sunbeams surprise;
Unfurls ample more
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
14 August 2014
Singapore
As dark gives way
Joy hands light the key
To open the dawn of a new day
As she feels the moment long foresee
Friends, extend to her a wish of will today
From my heart-- a song
Not a call and response or an opera
Speed would bless you forever really long
Like look(s) are kept anew in graph by the camera
Noting the difference in stages of being young
My hands play sounds
In its closet of secret melody
Though eyes can't see it abounds
But ears enjoy how it throbs into rhapsody
Leaving most hearts wondering themes it expounds
All the time reply
Be happy and have fun
Against what hindrances bely
Knowing this hour will run till none
Enjoy all the bliss just don't go high
A bell to give different tones
Bass or tenor; sonorous or high pitch
Adhere thy steps of its dictates and hones
Keenly along changes even though it bewitch
Err glaring at everyone yet, you today: thou owns
Add contrast to become skillful
Blending true atmosphere--natural
As the backdrop produces stirs so willful
Keeping joy at heart and wishes in mind off general
Energizing the grace of coming true singing... wonderful!
May no one use on you RIP
Come what may unless thou grows old
Even when circumstances bring about the need to tip
For it all as part of concern to strategically uphold
Rather make it for anyone an unreturned trip
Amen??
Happy birthday dearest sister, friend and buddy
Rare is a mind
Open and free
Feeble patterns obscure
Here at the heart
All roads vanish
Only stillness expounds
Pulse and impulse cloud
Cease vain struggle
Embrace enlightenment
Expose yourself
Embrace a deeper silence
Watch your true self spur
Realise only this:
Peace abides
Still silence primes
To be free
Frame poise with choice
Discern a deeper now
Wise is the man
Who understands
The here and now moment
Be mindful
Meditate on stillness
Let silence enlighten
There is certainty
Just embrace
Fear and uncertainty
Let all woes cease
Let suffering go
Allow stillness to grow
Start with silence
Explore deep stillness
Let needs and wants go
Leon Enriquez
23 Mar 2014
Singapore