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Plants, trees, blossoms, fruits, and thorns too amidst blooms I witness,
I come across flies and birds and beasts and insects, and bees;
More than these, my vision leads to my cerebral fitness,
Perception and conviction of facts and fancies find ease...!
Retina, optic nerves, optic chiasm, and optic tracts,
Physically work, like parts of a camera, deftly;
Psychic vision, within the inner shrine, audits all facts,
This leads me, to positive thoughts, words, and actions, gently...!
Mental impressions, of the world around, this brings to light,
Truths and falsehoods of the realities are put to test;
Depth in faith, hope, trust, and fraternity reaches the height,
Peace, kindness, forbearance, and faithfulness, are full of zest...!
May my vision, like the sun and moon and the stars shine bright,
Like millions of candles, the sights of many, may this light...!!!
Holiday Witnessing
Written: by Miracle Man
October 24, 2021
This holiday season, there's those who’ll need me,
In prayer, I’ll ask God, what my mission might be.
God has a mission, for each and every being,
But Gods divine plan, lies beyond our seeing.
Give me a desire to speak, where ever you send,
For God you’re the master of the violent wind.
Just give me opportunities, for me to witness,
place those in my path, who can’t question my fitness.
Lord, I'll let my light shine so that others might see,
that it's all about You and never about me.
Thoughts from Brother Jays morning sermon
April 29 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 23-25
Key Verse – 2Kings 23:3 And the king stood by a pillar, and made a covenant before the LORD, to walk after the LORD, and to keep his commandments and his testimonies and his statutes with all their heart and all their soul, to perform the words of this covenant that were written in this book. And all the people stood to the covenant.
HEART THAT MAKES AND KEEPS COVENANT BEFORE THE LORD
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against temptation
Surely, He is our hiding place from sin-inquisition…
He considers us along our trouble and vexation
Therefore, we trust in Him and His assured salvation.
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against wickedness
Surely, He is our holy shield from filthiness…
He pardons us of our confessed sinfulness and worldliness
Therefore, we seek Him and His cleansing forgiveness.
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against backsliding
Surely, He is our prevailing armor from offending…
He guards us as well as our mind-choosing and faith-deciding
Therefore, we rely in Him and His wise guiding.
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against arrogance
Surely, He is our humbling master from pride’s attendance…
He vanquishes us of our vanity and extravagance
Therefore, we delight in Him and His meekness-driven guidance.
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against discontentment
Surely, He is our sufficing grace from covetousness’ entrapment…
He provides for us along our body fitness and spirit-requirement
Therefore, we need Him and His satisfying fulfillment.
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against deception-snares
Surely, He is our protective defender from folly’s dares…
He anchors us upon our dedication-zeal and service-shares
Therefore, we cling to Him and His loving cares.
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against entertaining doubts
Surely, He is our wise teacher Who knows the best for our whereabouts…
He directs us for our good success along stewardship’s faithful routes
Therefore, we serve Him and exalt His name with our praise-filled shouts.
April 29, 2026
When rollerblading I threw out my back.
A sidewalk bump sent me off the track.
On the way home I had felt out of whack.
Did extra stretches to create motion slack.
But the lumbar pain would come and go.
My posture suddenly elderly, a pain show.
When walking I’ll hobble around all decrepit.
My legs uncooperative and are full of quit.
Pain shifted from lower back to the right hip.
Triggered by a sidewalk crack and near trip.
To get around I grab walls and solid furniture.
At this point the best way to treat I am unsure.
Can hardly dress myself or grasp stuff nearby.
Pain reaches points I think I’m ready to die.
People squirm seeing me in this weak state.
With an elite fitness regimen, it’s karmic fate.
Asking for my wife to get stuff out of reach.
When not overwhelmed, she can be a peach.
Such a contrasting dynamic from my before.
Winning fitness challenges by shocking score.
High volumes of pushups, burpees & squats.
Frequent strengthening and stretching shots.
But I learned one misstep can derail the train.
Workouts get suspended when in bad pain.
The worried looks on faces is a reversal.
When before I was awaiting a rehearsal.
For a professional pushup competition.
Now totally beyond my comprehension.
So I’ll patiently await the results of the tests.
Wondering if I’ll get back to setting my bests.
Willing to settle for the ability to just walk.
Surprised with all the agony I can still talk.
Took a needle to the joint to get some relief.
Hoping it helps my body going through grief.
Trying to inhale but keep holding my breath.
Suddenly understand why people chose death.
Constant pain totally changes life’s direction.
Only way to resolve is with medical inspection.
So I hope and pray it clears up pretty soon.
Because right now I’m as useful as a buffoon.
It’s become a burden to accompany you on this journey
Sincerely your dearest friend, your closest acquaintance
How much further must we roam?
Days go by, time expires, yet the path is never ending
Night sky’s dwell, yet the darkness hesitates to fail
The adversity and trials I kiss, forever mending
But it wouldn’t be a story without tragedy
A small percentage of glory grasping after me
I’m sorry to say, it’s become a burden to walk beside you
Sincerely your dearest friend, your closest acquaintance
As if we were enemies
I’d swear on grave, lay in it, and bare no witness to your truth
And await my final sighs to be seized
But to console our friendship
I’d carry a wave, maybe a smile, but I’ll share no fitness, above my hooves
And as if I was never there, I’ll be taken without a breeze
It saddens me to say
That it’s become a burden to accompany you on this journey
Sincerely your dearest friend, your closest acquaintance
My objective to remain illusive
If I could become no further intrusive
Just watch my steps
The very actions I bring your depth
But I shall carry on
Have your misery declare me home
Poetry. So, perhaps - A Zombie Nation Suffering from Mass infiltration - must Collapse..
Populations of hitherto otherwise spirited God faring Humanity,
Our civilisations,
Are forced by a Judeo-Masonic and brazenly satanic Slight of Hand,
An abhorrent clearly visible and desperate Profanity,
That are now suffering in states of obscure, catastrophic, multiple humiliations,
In an increasingly psychotic dystopia and obvious desperate land..
Unfortunately, we were living under imposed and indoctrinated suppressed liberations,
For, it was never in truth a Sovereign State,
No matter one's naive comprehensions,
Though sadly it was always intended as our eternal fate,
We ask you now - what are we all doing in this awful fixed aberration..?
Relaxing our grip on reality to the point of exasperation,
Escape if one can to the natural wilderness, with family and all worldly possessions, with overdue necessary quickness,
Away from occult Jewish control, psychosis and creeping, accepted, imposed sickness,
As they have prepared and employed all manner of emotional traps,
Our freedoms now rely on our mental fitness..
Do you now concede to our shared predicament and reality..perhaps?
As I sit here and write you are my witness..
A Zombie Nation Suffering from Mass infiltration - must Collapse
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
15th September 2025
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Summer is a God-blessed season of delight
Offering avenues toward life-building’s height
For body, heart, soul* and faith’s wellness-uplifting
Midst spiritual retreats during revival plight!
Summer provides time for nature-trip exposure
Of rejuvenating treks devoid of pressure
While climbing upward, reaching hill’s peak with triumph
Thanking the Lord that His creation gives leisure!
Great vacation-adventures reign in Summer days
With opportunities of joyous bonding ways
For families, fellowships and friendships’ reunions
Bringing loved ones together in gratefulness’ praise!
Let’s maximize gracious Summer privileges
Spending them well along wondrous advantages
With invigorating basking-in-the-sun bliss
And exhilaration-filled swimming laps’ plunges!
We indeed thank the Lord for His Summer blessings
Of physical fitness with sweet sleep’s amusings
Around strengthening social ties within love-cord
Upon volunteer-work of service appraisings!
Great experiences of Summer magnificence
Are grand memories with splendid iridescence
Imparting lessons for victorious endeavors
As led by God toward next season’s influence!
*1Thessalonians 5:23 And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly; and I pray God your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.
September 3, 2018
New Year Change
Kevin Davis 2025
Each year we swear we’ll revise our lives,
Become better humans in all the right ways.
We’ll lose some weight, quit smoking… or shave,
Join a gym we’ll attend for at least three days.
We buy brand-new planners we will never fill,
Sneakers designed to increase our guilt.
We meal-prep salads, heroic and brave—
Then celebrate the effort with pizza and cake.
By mid-January (give or take a week),
Our willpower’s gone, but the couch starts to speak:
“You’re perfect already—why struggle or strive?
Sit down. Relax. Let’s watch Season Five.”
So, this new year, when making resolutions,
Remember that change has no quick solutions.
To change how you live, you must change how you think—
And stop trusting fitness apps… especially me.
We tramp along the fire-trail to see a water view;
The sand is damp from morning rain, and imprints of our shoes
Are stamping in beside the chequered tracks of cycle tyres
As Brett relates the names of trees and flowers we admire.
Ahead of all the others, Catherine strides for fitness’ sake,
Behind her we are chatting as we walk a slower pace,
The little child among us plays with his MacDonald’s toy;
We bring the city with us like a trundling horse of Troy.
Repeated fluted notes of hidden butcher-birds in song
Are drawing us to scan the treetop places they belong,
And there a pair of wanderers, two orange butterflies,
Are touching wing to wingtip as they bumble through the skies.
Horizons panoramic – hill to hill of living green,
And valleys dipped in liquid blue, are all that can be seen,
Except a mini-motor-boat that writes in straight white bands,
Except a distant model train that's smaller than my hands.
And then a misting rain begins to smudge the lines with grey,
And boats and trains and roads and homes in fog are blurred away.
We walk again between the trees; their leaves, our skins are pearled:
The gentle dew of innocence falls softly on the world.
Evening shadows
Old tree aglow;
Windy echoes
~~~~~~~~~
Sadness teary
Wet wild night;
Croaking frogs talk
~~~~~~~~~
Bills arrive
Punctual as ever;
Month-end poise
~~~~~~~~~
Happy face
Frolic plays;
Playground tease
~~~~~~~~~
Last words
Hard copy left;
Soundless grief
~~~~~~~~~
Last midday meal
Nap time sleep;
Gone in a breeze
~~~~~~~~~
Word draft awkward
Craft unfinished;
Writer's block
~~~~~~~~~
Dream flash point
Forgotten fragment;
Feeling unease
~~~~~~~~~
New penthouse
Payment complete;
Change of heart
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy slumber
Succinct snores;
Curling caress
~~~~~~~~~
Weary wiles
Silly smiles;
Murky miles
~~~~~~~~~
Fitness freak
Too much activity;
Body pains come
~~~~~~~~~
Warring states
Epic battles;
Raw violence
~~~~~~~~~
Ice cream treats
Young children smile;
Sweet sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Old age pains
Random strains;
Alarming discord
~~~~~~~~~
Ancient tree
Heritage value;
Curious wonder
~~~~~~~~~
Walkway path
Anxious feet zigzag;
Alone together
~~~~~~~~~
Verse craft
Strange draft;
Too much stuff
~~~~~~~~~
Book reading
Jazzy nuance;
Author animates
~~~~~~~~~
Nightfall descends
Abrupt dark;
Deserted streets
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
29 March 2017
Singapore