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It's the waiting.
When time becomes thick with anticipated difficulty and borrowed suffering.
No matter how attentive and involved I may seem,
Internally I am fixated on the clock.
Each agonizing tick strikes like a hammer on my already throbbing temples.
Waiting for the call.
Hands shaking, I stare at my phone as if that will make it ring.
I feel like a teenager watching a pregnancy test after the condom breaks,
Sure of the result, powerless to change it,
Doomed to wait for those lines to appear.
Time is relentless and cruel,
Simultaneously progressing us toward our eventual demise
While filling the seconds, minutes, hours, days with Instagram photos.
We have no right of refusal, at the mercy of two hands and twelve numbers.
A face that never expresses empathy or support.
Time has no favorites.
Our charms, our wealth, our pleas are all powerless.
The playing field is level, yet I am unexpectedly on the losing team forever.
Nodding my head, pretending I am present,
Until at last the phone ringing ends my agony.
Time can stop when you least expect it.
The slug of my waiting instantly became the moment that changed everything.
Just thirty seconds to exchange pleasantries before pulling the trigger:
"The biopsy shows your daughter has lymphoma."
Time is racing now, forcing me to begin training to cross the finish line first.
Watching my country deteriorate
Ethics and integrity they shut the door on
Seeing no common sense on the Supreme Court bench
Liberal leadership is an oxymoron
They’ve taken all a working man makes
And everything he will ever earn
Then give it away in Federal Grants
Like it was their money to burn
They’ve created entitlement minded robots
Waiting for their monthly check
They’ve created chaos in Congress
And made Social Security a wreck.
In the 50's they decided that the witheld
social security payments would be part of your
gross income (not in the original plan)
then decided to increase the amounts witheld.
In the 60's they decided to put it into the
general fund so they could access it at will.
In the 70's with liberals in the executive office
and congress decided that the immigrant Who never
contributed to the "retirement " plan could
access the money just by filling out forms.
A massive war against the working man.
God Help us in 2008.
Each day begins
doing my best
to remember,
to rediscover,
my life as sacred gift,
paid forward by more graceful than clumsy Elders past
of all surviving Creation.
Blessed
and thereby a blessing.
Grace
contingent upon growing gratitude
for life as EgoNurturing gift.
From this gratitude space,
this threshold of rediscovering Ego's grace-filling roots,
I can emerge
into All Lives Are Gifts,
all Earth as Grace.
But, if I cannot feel and cherish
myself as part of this cooperatively-held gift,
if I live in an environment
that more clearly reflects myself to me
as a merely bought and paid for consumer
of others' goods and bads,
a marketable or sadly unmarketable commodity
in society's capital-invested
Win-Lose monoculturing games,
then this larger Earth as Sacred EcoLogical Gift
is accessible
only as LeftBrain Gaian Hypothesis.
Longing for Right with Left poetic freedom faith
not confined by narrative prisons of deductive
reductive
seductive ego-gentric minds
bereft of ecotherapeutic restorative vocations,
nurturing resonant love
of all healthy animated minds.
Minds of and for Win-Win nature optimization,
each and every divinely created ego/eco-centric individual
and diverse AnimaMundi species,
interdependent NetZero 4D fractal
Gaian Historic Seasoned Gifts.
Each life,
each day with night begins
doing our best
to remember,
to rediscover,
lives reweaving sacred grace-full gifts.
Few Leaves
By Franklin Price
9/22/2018
Few leaves have changed their greenish hue
Today's the first of Fall
The daytime heat's still Summer like
Winter clothes are at the mall
The days have gotten shorter
Darkness sooner in the field
Harvest time has come again
Filling silos with the yield
Days of Summer now are gone
Pumpkins soon for Halloween
Ghosts and goblins in the streets
For the trick or treating scene
God brings autumn colors
Orange, red and yellow to the scene
A short time of great beauty
To replace the Summer green
Colors only for a short time
Then they're falling to the ground
Revealing barren branches
On the hardwood trees around
Won't be long before it's Winter
Gone the vestiges of Fall
And another season of our lives
Hope that you enjoy it all
Your love is lost
Your word descended from the pits of starvation
Emotionally, for a month I resided in your arms like an orphan
Stayed by your side
Rested under your feet
Nana instead of using my spine as a stepping stool
You walked all over me.
Your footprints left a burning mark on my skin, the least of my worries were,
Will you ever catch a grenade in a war for us?
I was hit by an atomic bomb when I stretched my arms reaching,
For a piece of paper to write
A century for the new age
Our time as one flesh being a mechanism to count the years life was found upon,
Nana the forever part in the text was dry
I blew the ink off the surface with all my breath
Just a little longer…, I would have died,
I would have died for what to you was only a page that I found on top of your desk,
Died for what to me was a book found in the middle of incredible happenings.
The ink was dry …
The font was final, I should have landed your hand
Hold it tight and slowly write Ls and Os’ .., Vs and E’s till the last page
Just the way they do it in grade R
Lost lover
My tears are no longer in the scope of being dry,
They have out lived the agony and colonized a pond in Ficksburg,
The fluid is rich with what will sustain an ecosystem
An ever Lange of melting Ice cubes
Filling up oceans, refusing to reflect but rather give in to the rays of the over Seeing Eye God has called the sun,
A tragedy of humankind but a step closer to cleansing the planet
They say for a virus to parish, the host must be put down
In simple terms
You no longer qualify to be called a lost lover
Our planet died a long time ago
You no longer host this love
The missing part of the story no longer exist
I have found you to be perfectly fit to stand with other stones
Pave a way for a new
Lost lover
The title has left its purpose for thee
I wish you can see what happens inside of me when thee wakes up every morning
There’s this sudden rush to end this poem
And get back to bed.
When I plumb the depths of my throbbing heart
All great moments before my eyes dart
The good and bad ones I lived through
The sweet and sour moments, quite a few.
Life can’t always be a smooth ride through time.
Sometimes it is raucous but can also sweetly rhyme.
Don’t know which memories in mind will forever be ingrained
Nor what precious moments through life are gained.
In the winding course of life, sometimes we feel blest.
And some moments stand out more than the rest.
One such moment was the time I knew God’s love.
When into great serenity and peace, me, He drove.
Gently I tip toed into a cloistered chapel through the rear entrance.
The serenity there was so overwhelming that I fell into a trance.
There was nothing of grandeur to arrest the eyes, save a crucifix.
It was hung on the bare wall made of unplastered red bricks.
As I stood with hands folded, nothing did I see,
But a gentle whisper I heard, filling me with a rare glee.
A riot of colors and gorgeous spires soon emerged,
Legions of angels sweetly sang and my soul was purged.
Seraphs lined up with bugles in hand as I stood at Heaven’s gate.
Don’t know how long I got lost in that blissful state.
I felt a slice of paradise unveiled before me; a sight never beheld.
A rare peace filled me and my heart in sheer joy swelled.
Pleasant was the sensation that replenished the soul.
Deep it was and deeper than ever, filling me whole.
Sucked to the fill, the peace and quietude that exuded.
Lay afloat in the joy that welled, from all pain felt secluded.
It was a feel too deep, more appealing than all the riches,
I felt instantly liberated from all bondages and glitches.
Trapping that celestial feel and wrapped in heavenly grace,
I stepped out with a vow that my wicked ways I shall renounce.
The light He gave me that day never fails to lead.
His mercy supplies me with all that I need.
With Him, how safe and secure I feel inside.
He is now recognized as my life’s greatest guide!
March 21 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 29-31
Key Verse –1Samuel 30:8 And David enquired at the LORD, saying, Shall I pursue after this troop? shall I overtake them? And he answered him, Pursue: for thou shalt surely overtake them, and without fail recover all.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GOOD PURSUIT-OVERTAKER
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst faults of weakness
Thank You for Your peace, upholding me through Your calmness
With Your presence favouring me by Your uprightness
To overcome adversaries’ attacks toward fruitlessness.
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst fears of scarcity
Thank You for Your provisions, filling me against poverty
With Your grace assuring me with Your bounty
To smite battling insecurity and crises-uncertainty.
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst folly of worldly shame
Thank You for Your plan, pulling me from destructive game
With Your power extinguishing grievous distress-flame
To conquer captivity of selfishness and slothfulness’ blame.
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst fainting of conviction
Thank You for Your pressing, taking me away from spoiling affliction
With Your healing delivering me against illness’ destruction
To win against sickness and feelings of desperation.
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst frustration of fleshly driving
Thank You for Your preservation, restoring me toward divine thriving
With Your mercy making me recover from worthless striving
To vanquish pride’s salutation that hinders spiritual reviving.
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst futility of tarrying in vain
Thank You for Your protection, guarding me from quitting strain
With Your victory enabling me toward faith-gain
To face threats that unbelief brings along service-terrain.
Lord God, You are my good pursuit-Overtaker
midst failures of drawing Your Bible-sword
Thank You for Your providence, fastening me to Your loving cord
With Your wisdom upholding me to publish Your Word
To solve problems caused by forsaking Your truths’ record.
March 21, 2023
His heart is kind
I’m so glad he’s mine
His love is alive
Like laughter or a smile
Lingering on the mind
His life is like a light
Reflecting hope and faith
Flowing with grace
Brightening the day
Like sunshine illuminates
His soul is a blessing
Forever warm, like a caress
Coloring moments in compassion
Filling thoughts with affection
Tender, like acceptance
His praise reaches heaven
Music pouring from prayers
Bathed in peace and joy
Alive with love overflowing
Bringing strength and purpose
He is the one who knows me
Like no one else on earth
The man who taught me life together
Would inspire my every thought
To believe in my heart
That God gave me him to reassure
My doubts and cover my soul
In a feeling of total assurance
That love will forever destroy
Any thought of giving up on this bond
That leaves me feeling
Like my heart has been charmed
My soul has been won
My hope is forever secure
A marriage like this – with him
Is a marriage that leaves no doubt
Love is alive, a fire burning with desire
Promising that we will always share
A union that only God could have prepared
Happy Anniversary, Baby
I love you now and forever!
Psalms 24:3 (KJV) “Who shall ascend into the hill of the LORD? or who shall stand in his holy place?”
For the morning sun, who colors the entire world
In hues of grace, promises who bring faith
From the shadows of night’s darkness, whirled
Carefully through the heart, verses saith…
He is the One who created the morning sun
He is the hope before the world begun
He is the light for hearts and souls, everyone
He is the peace that will never be outdone
For the promise of each star as it glistens gently
Filling the whole heart with a sense of wonder
Surviving the night, it abides to smile so intently
Quieting all doubt, bringing the rain and thunder
He is the One who lasts forever, throughout time
His love is so beautiful to lose it would be a crime
He is the reason someday to heaven I’ll climb
He is worthy - Lord and adored will always rhyme
For the joy of knowing Him, my best friend
I would face the darkness, the dread and fear
Because of Him, I’m sure that every hurt will mend
He is the answer to my prayers, He will always hear…
This love I have for Him will not compare
He lives deep within, so that I can share
This love that He has given me – Love so rare
Thanks to Him, His grace, I definitely care….
Because of Jesus, my best friend – one day, I’ll ascend!
"Melancholy is the happiness of being sad."
Victor Hugo
Filled of memories, dreams lost and found
and heartaches hugged and embraced,
time stands still, laying quietly ticking in wait
of everything that was and is never meant to be.
I sleep, dulled and delayed by my dreams
slipping into futures forgotten and passed
with yesterdays anguish awakening, grasping, clutching at my heart
in want of your love not given
and mine, too easily given away.
Melancholy is my seduction, sensual emotion. pleasures endured
for need of loving you without return
imagined laughter at your amusement
that I am blinded by your beauty and innocence and yet, you see me not.
Full of hope, passion, lust filling every bone, sinew in my mind
this heart cries, weeps unceasingly
for the perfection of untouched love
that beats and breathes in every salted tear
that will forever, long eternally for you.
I die quiet and stilled, silenced by these imaginings
that tear at my heart and soul
and force my mind to false comforts
that is not real, to happily cry at loving you.
7/20/19
Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy
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