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Am I a waiter or a warrior, a visionary, or wall watcher?
Am I a strategist or fighting activist?
Sometimes, I feel that I'm just a nesting dove.
Perhaps at any given season, I'm all the above.
If we care enough to share in the intimate places with
God, we must dare to breathe that great and rare air of God. .
Come with me to a world of questions and mysteries.
Allow me to muse my way into some unpleasant places;
Places of craving for the face of God but finding no trace.
I speak not of people wearing holy halos or holy Joes.
I'm talking about Ordinary Mary and Everyday John going about
Their routine lives with a longing desire for a God-centered life.
You may not concur; yours may be a different world,
Or perhaps you've never ventured into the murky waters
Of your soul as have I. Anyway, this place is real.
On occasions, my soul longs to see, to hear, to feel,
To touch and be touched, to sense and taste God
In unusual, yet Biblical ways. That longing, that deep
desire of which I speak is not always or should I say, is seldom
reciprocated. It could also be that I get distracted and fail to
recognize God's reply. Am I making sense so far, or am I stranded
On an island alone? Anyway, the sign I long to see is a 'no show',
And it seems that God hides himself from me, for my good of course.
It's when the voice, the sounds I expect to hear are not there or so faint
and distant as to not be useful. Or when God is silent, or so it seems. Or
when I do not feel Him or His Presence, and/or in fact, none of my sensory
faculties are in tune sufficiently to benefit. My best guess is that we are in "a trust only zone" where we feel at our lowest, but in reality, there is that side
of us being informed that we are experiencing our finest hour. I tell you, this
present muse was inspired by a conversation last night with close friends.
We concluded that we, whether dove or warrior, are always benefactors of his love because God is faithful, and in His time, he makes all things beautiful.
092720PSCtest, Completely Your Choice(33), Brian Strand
Contest entry11220, HM's and NA's October 2020, C. La France. 2P
Judged and NA on October 26, 2020 by Brian Strand
Ode to Erato
“Hear, hear!” What’s this poppycock all about?
“Get rid of St. Valentine’s Day… you say — I say naught!”
Brave Britannia, are we losing our faculties?
I’d give my life for God, king, and country,
but to give up St. Valentine’s Day? “Preposterous!”
A night with Erato is an experience like no other.
Painfully erotic, overwhelming, and barbaric,
or tenderly smothering, so Oedipal complex,
as passion guides your heart’s desire in words.
'Tis to die satisfied, knowing the utmost pleasure.
So, to this chicanery, I say, let us sing
out in an overture, from soprano high to basso low,
with mid-range baritone in between,
to fragile Eros’s joy in avoiding Chronos’s eye,
and follow Erato and not be dismayed by Thanatos,
but let the sexes engage intimately
in the propagation of the species.
(READ A LOUD 1 year every 25 years, under certain conditions, when granted by the pope and confessors are given special faculties, including the ...
which is celebrated every fifty years. But that horn gets played every year. but with no disrespect to the elders or church ministers we need not wait joy in jubilee can and shall be done instantly just open up your heart, mind and mouths LOOK UP, Reach UP praise Him Our God and our Lord Jesus honor and praise reach up and out praising in Jubilee)
Ooh joy(ooh oh oh Joy)
Oh masterful joy
Wonderful, wonderful marvelous joy
I got joy in jubilee
I’ve found faith
In jubilee
I got healing in jubilee
There is praise, there is praise in jubilee
I see God, the Father in jubilee
I praise Jesus for saving me
I thank God keeping me
Keeping me
Keeping me
Keeping me
Oh joy oh joy oh joy
Hallelujah Alleluia, Alleluia
Thank you merciful Father
Wonderful, wonderful marvelous joy
I got joy in jubilee
I’ve found faith
In jubilee
Special indulgence, granted by the Father
To members of the faith oh, hallelujah
For Lord Jesus mercies and His grace, for His mercies and His grace
To God we give glorious praises
To one day we will, spent eternal ages
I worship Him now while I can WOW
Now, Ooh joy(ooh oh oh Joy)
Oh masterful joy
Wonderful, wonderful marvelous joy
I got joy in jubilee
I’ve found faith
In jubilee
freedom from enslavement
Jesus has rescued us
I got, we got, we all should be
Praising, Promisingly, Praising…
Wonderful, wonderful marvelous joy
We all got joy in jubilee Praise you God in jubilee
Praise you Lord Jesus in jubilee
Found faith
In jubilee
1/3/20
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
From anthology “Praise worthy”
July 23 Scripture Meditations Based on Isaiah 49-52
Key Verse – Isaiah 49:8 Thus saith the LORD, In an acceptable time have I heard thee, and in a day of salvation have I helped thee: and I will preserve thee, and give thee for a covenant of the people, to establish the earth, to cause to inherit the desolate heritages.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME
Thank You for helping me in facing difficulties
By Your strengthening opportunities…
Please keep my faith’s steadfastness over human frailties
Here am I trusting You with all my functional faculties.
Thank You for helping me in overcoming hardships
By Your upholding fellowships…
Please inspire my heart’s devotion over worldly friendships
Here am I seeking You with all my ministerial relationships.
Thank You for helping me in facing discouragements
By Your exhorting testaments…
Please meet my need’s urgency over temporal allurements
Here am I abiding in You with all my heavenly investments.
Thank You for helping me in facing crises
By Your fortifying purposes…
Please guard my soul’s tenacity over sinful forces
Here am I depending on You with all my distresses.
Thank You for helping me in subduing struggles
By Your empowering might to soar as do the eagles…
Please pull my devotion’s commitment over lustful tangles
Here am I clinging to You with all my life-angles.
Thank You for helping me in dealing with my deficiencies
By Your satisfying mercies…
Please supply my limitation’s lack over attacking insufficiencies
Here am I learning from You with all my inconsistencies.
Thank You for helping me in fleeing from temptations
By Your guiding instructions…
Please lead my wisdom’s decisions over foolish suggestions
Here am I surrendering to You with all my imperfections.
July 23, 2022
Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)
Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.
Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.
Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed centenary, codifies communication
cryptically, challenging capable, certifiably
cheerful college coed.
Divine dapper daredevil, deft, destitute,
doddering, dorky dude, dummkopf Dagwood
descendent, dagnabbit, demands daring
dedicated doodling, dubious, dynamite,
deaf dwarf, diehard doppelganger, Doctor
Demento double, declaring depraved
daffy dis(pense)able dufus Donald Duck
derailed democracy devastatingly defunct.
Eccentric, edified English exile,
effervescent, elementary, echinoderm
eating egghead, Earthling, excretes,
etches, ejaculates, effortless exceptional
emphatic effluvium enraging eminent,
eschatologically entranced, elongated
elasmobranchii, emerald eyed Ebenezer,
effectively experiments, emulates epochal
eczema epidemic, elevating, escalating,
exaggerating enmity, enduring exhausting
emphysema.
Freed fentanyl fueled, fickle figurative
flippant fiddler, fiendishly filmy, fishy,
fluke, flamboyantly frivolous, fictitious,
felonious, fallacious, fabulously fatalistic,
flabbergasted, fettered, flustered, facile,
faceless, feckless, financially forked,
foregone, forlorn futile fulsome, freckled
feverish, foo fighting, faulty, freezing,
fleeting famously failing forecaster, flubs
"FAKE" fundamental fibber fiat, fabricating
fiery fissile fractured fios faculties.
Kama sutra
The Sanskrit ancient text on making love,
the seductive motions to reach bliss from all above.
Rhymes and verses revealing hundredfold suggestions,
the divinity of making love and no more questions.
This poetical sentiment of romance is the immortal ‘halo’, shinning bright,
natures law versus societies moral dilemma, how to get it right.
Fragile emotions and receptive speculations in consideration,
the intimacy of values creating trust and emotional liberation.
Those erotic description should never be followed blindly,
the tantra book of ecstasy need be taken kindly.
Mental foreplay as creative imagination,
playful possibilities in reservation.
Those perceptual faculties have its reasons for sure,
energizing the elements of fire to alter the physical body, much to endure.
Consider the energy of fire as troublesome and dangerous,
causing conflict and even injuries as cause.
The causal body holds the underlying will and motivation,
the inherited vital potential by heart contemplation.
A change of thought and intention creates a different attribute,
a free flow of intellectual attitude.
The vital energy of fire is the preserver of health,
establishing resistance to disease as wealth.
Those who can control the sexual fire energy,
have the ability to manipulate the kundalini.
The popular Yoga evolution show all possibilities,
colorful blending to natures peaceful gentleness.
The wise person by the power of will,
refines healing properties to a skill.
By giving the spark of fire,
the right intentions to admire.
That the gentle act of intimacy is a sacred sphere,
in which the mental fireworks should be given the credit they deserve.
Happy endings are the in-ul-timate, of the story,
and moral dilemmas have lost all its worry.
Entrusted by God with various talents*
Being loved with His goodness’ opulence
Of compassion poured around His Words’ hedge…
Let’s obey Him thru His will’s providence.
Granted by God with great inheritance
As His redeemed by His wonderful grace
Along faculties to make us useful...
Let’s serve Him as stewards who give Him praise.
Blessed by God with His spiritual wellness
Assured with heavenly wealth-endowment
For faithful service marked by diligence…
Let’s involve in His kingdom-advancement.
Called to follow God’s divine procedures
Led by His voice away from destruction
With His warnings expressed by the Bible…
Let’s practice wise resources’ consumption.
Privileged to enjoy God’s promises
Along His wondrous presence of delight
While drawn to Him in prayer fellowship...
Let’s render our best with faith's utmost might.
*Matthew 25:22 He also that had received two talents came and said, Lord, thou deliveredst unto me two talents: behold, I have gained two other talents beside them.
September 17, 2018
Trigger warning ?????? miscarriages mentioned
Twinkle twinkle my little miracle
You'd have been six or maybe even seven
Is that so terrible or simply ignorance is Bliss
These aren't dates I tend to try and recall not because of you,
No not at all just the loss was so god damn awful, I often think of you as you were my little miracle,
A precious parcel sent down by a whomever is the Pinnacle,
Whoever is the Giver but also remember the take of life,
I just wish he'd opted to not bestow upon me such an agony filled life,
I was told very young a family was unlikely to be,
I knew there was a possibility that I may always only be an auntie,
Apparently I screamed when they told me the news that day
That memory doesn't resonate in my mind,
What does is everything going numb,
You find yourself just staring away,
But in a few days that went away,
However what's left is this hole that's been nored away bit by bit out of your heart,
It's as if someone's shaking you awake without the faculties you need to stop yourself from falling apart,
Nothing ever fills that hole you know believe me I've tried,
There's always a yearning maybe a gap will always reside,
Now you were clinically medically just a little precious diamond twinkle,
So people will no doubt ridicule and call me delusional,
Or crazy, ridiculous I could literally list every label,
But I don't care because my heart has never again been a full muscle,
Maybe it's so your diamond light can twinkle through and serve as a memory,
That for a split second in time you made me the happiest and richest mommy there could be,
Although you never made it here to meet me
Because you were my shooting twinkling star a one in a million my little miracle,
I think I'd prefer to remember you like this on your anniversary,
Than to keep recalling the horror, the pain of the days tragedy,
Who knows maybe in time it will serve as a remedy and maybe not just for me,
Regardless of what week or what stage you have a miscarriage it is still the loss of your twinkling miracle,
Who gave you the happiness of being a mummy or Daddy, even if only briefly, it was real for you, Just like it was real for me too.
Copyright © Sarah Cope | Year Posted 2023
Sarah cope 05/06/23
Sponsor Julia Ward
Contest Name A Diamond of Time
Fear Of The Unknown
That sudden unknown, so unrevealing,
it's the tell-tale trademark of the one in question
as it sets off nerves in every-which-way,
plainly creeping aimlessly neath our epidermis.
Shock-waves traipse, recruiting ghostly minions to crawl hither,
steeping the fleshy folds with squirming eels marinade,
forever slithering downward and chilling our brittle bones,
while simultaneously causing us to gnash our pearly whites.
Until we came upon the realization,
that what had truly manifested itself,
was a self-induced fear that was so absorbing,
it had overwhelmed the mind in consuming anxiety,
losing control of our mental faculties,
proffering it free-will to buildup theoretical obsessions,
and alternate concessions.
2019 November 25
*1st Place*
Goosebumps
~~Delilah Ventura
My back is hurting and my knees are shot
I hate the stairs and can’t get up from a squat
I’ve got arthritis and my vision’s blurred
I have one drink and my speech gets slurred
My kids are grown and my youth is gone
My bladder is full long before dawn
I peed twice last night, it was not a thrill
I wake up every morning to a handful of pills
It’s been half a century and it’s gone by fast
I now pray for my hips and faculties to last
My hair has turned grey and old I am
I can no longer hear worth a tinker’s dam
My golden years are now coming into view
I’ve lost some of my teeth and it’s a struggle to chew
My prostate is enlarged and it’s getting tough to pee
Another year of torture, Happy Birthday to me