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July 19 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 22-23
Key Verse – Proverbs 22:4 By humility and the fear of the LORD are riches, and honour, and life.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR INSTRUCTING US TO BE HUMBLE
Praise be to God for instructing us to be humble making us:
Spirit-filled
Scripturally framed
Salvation, fully founded
Satisfaction, festively flourishing
Sanctification-fueled, faith-furnished
Proverbs 22:19 Praise be to the Lord for
bracing us to trust against:
Attacks of apathy
Afflictive addiction
Abusive accusing authorities
Apprehensions of accursed appeal
Anxieties arising from arrogant affairs
Proverbs 23:17 Praise be to the Saviour for
warning not to envy sinners, but to:
Rest in His grace
Rejoice in His goodness
Repent from greediness-gain
Remember His generosity’s glow
Rely on His great governance and guidance. Amen!
July 19, 2024
Another aesthetic May
its rising sun sings
as does the sapphire-Blue Jay
bathed and blessed
Of cosmic rays that cast upon
the blades of spearmint grass, and
a wishing pond
I embrace
plucking this day,
grounded in harmony,
velvet violet spreads on every end
of a rooted Renoir
Attuned to the bends of nature,
flowers are the weeds
stemming in sync,
rows of flourishing perennials
in promising balmy colors
They win and warm my soul
they need not, but sun,
water, and soil
Deceptions are seen as shadows,
as Plato laid the seeds
stamens and carpels,
whorls of fated florets
my heart, a secret garden
where rubaiyat roses rhyme,
sunflower sonnets flow,
and pantoum’s bloom
Contentment my nectar,
as zephyrs are the composers
slightly swaying, petals part,
a chorus of jubilation
regal emerald and vibrant jade
There’s a secret garden in my heart,
below the dew-worms for aeration
everything leaves its trace,
above a sacred sandstone sculpture
which charms me with its grace
Each and every moment, all I need
is invoking an enchased melody
In my heart’s secret garden
fulfillment holds the gate key,
where wistful marigolds strand
as quiet divine wardens.
I
With faces painted of edeala natural cream
With feet flourishing in undulating dance-steps
The proud dictates of the restive drums
Where the Ikolo performers are on the thrive
Each in readiness to out-pipe his neighbor –
The dancers come digging it out with the sun
With the hunters taking their spears to the sky!
Young Mbari dancers, robust, eager & joyous
Awaiting the life-panthers that must come home
After the drum-beats in the hunter’s forest –
’Tis like a gathering of spirits & humans
At the age-long esplanade of the clan, for lads
& lasses, fathers & mothers, young & old, all
Have come to the roost like a family of chickens.
Dancing in pairs, in circles & diverse angular
Movements, a genius of the earth: each dancer
Makes her to-&-fro design-gaits & flights
Like some nymphs in dream-land gardens
Their gaits are swift & in skillful harmony
Following the restive palms of the drummers!
Ah, old Emuka gets at it, the renowned piper
At his high zest, taking Mbari eagle-dancers
To the heights of lofty Iroko-dance-branches
An embodiment of every echo-throat’d piper!
& a dancer dances as if it were her last dance;
& ’tis a full sun-burnt commotion of a dance;
O, isn’t it an half-human, half-spirit dance?
In the silent abyss of despair, I find myself alone,
Trapped in a numb pain, like a stone once used as a shield.
Promises of love and time, now just echoes lost in the wind,
I wrestle among the ruins of dreams, with a love that is no longer holy to me.
Your words, once sweetly honeyed, have turned to dust in the wilderness,
A love that withers away, leaves behind an incomprehensible void, an overdue emptiness.
You say "I like you", not "I love you", there's a clear difference,
But your absence echoes louder than any word, it's the most bitter fear.
In the darkest of hours, grieving the disappearance of what once was love,
The love that once glittered, now cloaked in a mystery without purpose.
It's a cruel affliction, a battle that gives me no rest,
I watch our love unravel, my heart tears apart, my life becomes a pretense.
This heartache, an eternal and ruthless burning,
Once flourishing love, now drowns in a torrent of tears, a sharp fate.
Deep in my soul, I sigh and cry in silence,
For a lost love, for vows you didn't honor, for an ephemeral memory.
But if you can't love me, let me free myself,
To heal my shattered heart, to find myself again, far from any regal pain.
In the depth of this anguish, I will find the path to light,
If true love is to survive, it will return to me one day, like a divine destiny.
Perhaps I had fallen asleep
Like Rip Van Winkle
And had pleasant dreams.
Who knows?
All I know I woke one day
In an earthly paradise.
As I exited my room, onto the balcony,
I saw an awesome landscape.
And for all that is good
I have no recollection of the name
Of the place I found myself in.
Cliffs surrounded the little village.
On top I could discern so many trees,
Larches, pines, and sturdy spruce.
Down in the hamlet, grew
Low growing oaks and walnut trees,
Flourishing around dispersed homes.
Down the cliff a river flowed down
And wended itself further down the hill.
The air was pure and birds sang.
My wife called me for breakfast.
I was hungry but loathe to leave
Such a magnificent beautiful scene.
Ballet of Death
As trumpets prepare emotions
This sordid art knows well
My hooves stomp impatiently
Raising clouds of dust
Enshrouding my entrance
With shouts and whistles
A crowd's tense moments
Engulf this gladiator's arena
Demanding courage and blood
Far away
The grassy hills
Of his Ganaderias estate
Stands my sire
Now out to pasture
Erect and proud
Amidst sadness retirement brings
Once close to arena fame
Determined better as stud
He raises his head
The air has changed
He knows the scent of fear
The distance it can travel
He scrapes the ground
The matador awaits the pageantry
I shoulder my pen bars
Holding back muscled power
Energy primed for destruction
My challenger readies his cape
I squint at the sun through dusty air
A beast's freedom that might have been
Were not this
My first time
Most likely
My last time
Such brutal grandeur awaits
Stage one Banderilleros
Astride proud mounts
Parading to applause
Preparing to tempt my will
Their colorful presence
To test my vision
The picadors await stage two
Armed with lance
Saddled atop padded and blindfolded steeds
Ready to break my will
What will their first piercing feel like?
Will my neck be numb for the rest
Or will it but set afire my zeal to live?
Banderilleros anticipate stage three
Their barbed banderillas
Flag-like with colored local papers
Held ready to weaken my neck further
My loins tremble with hope
Knowing my destiny is to charge
Expend my energy
Then... trample my own blood
As the magnificent matador and I
Perform our finite ballet
This dance of death
My enclosure's bolt is about to be lifted
Soon
Very soon
The matador's flourishing cape
Its crimson and gold tricks of ecstasy
Will swirl about and around
The stoic-faced tempter
Suddenly grinning with anticipation
While soiling himself
The piercing will come
I'll not allow pain any glory
I will drool
Defecate
Urinate
My legs will buckle
The sword now in my neck
The nerves failing my brain
Blood loss weakening my heart
Suffering passing quickly
I'll at last experience
Man's insane pleasure
My fallen passion
Bathed in blood
Dragged away by rope and horse
So many hours
So many training capes
So many horses taunting me
So many chances to fail into freedom
Chances to be respected
Like my father
Faithful father
I will miss you
July 4 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Song of Solomon 5-8
Key Verse – Song of Solomon 6:3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PERFECT LOVE
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your undefiled authority
Thank You for washing my filthiness by Your purity
For my sweet smelling integrity
Around Your compassion’s assuring certainty.
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your safeguarding protection
Thank You for setting my conviction upon Your truth-foundation
For my excellent purification
Around Your loveliness’ exceeding perfection.
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your tenacious faith-refinement
Thank You for feeding my soul with Your provisions’ refreshment
For my satisfied and blissful contentment
Around Your fruitfulness’ flourishing replenishment.
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your wondrous workmanship
Thank You for fortifying my roles with the privileges of stewardship
For my ministerial service while I follow Your leadership
Around Your mercy’s flow in my spirited worship.
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your pleasant joyfulness
Thank You for taking hold of my heavenly purposiveness
For my fervent prayerfulness
Around Your security of joyous peacefulness.
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your instructing standard
Thank You for moving my steps to march forward
For my stirred-up decision to labour in Your kingdom’s vineyard
Around Your revival flame despite trials so hard.
Lord God, You are my perfect Love along Your bountiful blessing
Thank You for enclosing my heart against cursing
For my favourable discipleship-pressing
Around Your fellowship of victory, never ceasing.
July 4, 2023
May 11 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 12-15
Key Verse – Job 12:13 With him is wisdom and strength, he hath counsel and understanding.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WISDOM
Lord God, You are my Wisdom, holding my future in Your understanding
Thank You for hoisting my inferiority’s pleading
While healing me from mockery and despising’s wounding
Also handling me with Your care always unfolding.
Lord God, You are my Wisdom, involving my time through Your teaching
Thank You for insuring my way by Your counsel’s preaching
While immersing me into Your might and strength’s coaching
Also inclosing me within Your protection of compassionate stretching.
Lord God, You are my Wisdom, justifying my ignorant reasoning
Thank You for jamming my deceitfulness and sinning
While joining me to Your excellency’s planning
Also jolting me against fleshly reigning.
Lord God, You are my Wisdom, keeping my salvation in Your uplifting
Thank You for kindling my faith toward constant fervent trusting
While kissing me with Your love against selfishness-rotting
Also kicking me out from carnality’s bait midst holiness’ testing.
Lord God, You are my Wisdom, leading my days toward fruitful accomplishing
Thank You for loading my hands with prosperity that’s eternally flourishing
While locking me within Your redemption assurance from hell’s perishing
Also liberating me against pain due to condemnation-languishing.
Lord God, You are my Wisdom, moving my lips for divine exaltation’s uttering
Thank You for making my speech clean, sanctified from flattering
While meeting me in prayer for my comfort against suffering
Also minding me for diligent service by Your maneuvering.
Lord God, You are my Wisdom, nurturing my soul in Your pardon’s dealing
Thank You for nourishing my spirit with Your truth’s ruling
While nursing me from infirmity’s ailing
Also nestling me within Your love so unfailing.
May 11, 2023
...Then there are the very extreme
'soldiers' of the environment,
anyone wants to build something,
they march and sue to prevent.
Now natural conservation
is in itself not a bad thing,
but blue state folk seem to forget
there is a need for balancing.
If there is nowhere folks can build
then what will happen to home price?
Supply shrinks, but demand stays high,
driving land values out of sight.
A million a year shot not be
just enough to be middle class,
yet from L.A. up to Nappa
California is just like that!
Add to this fact that we still need
metal and oil to survive,
and when we cannot extract it
the price of life rockets high.
Pricey to drive, to buy and sell,
to put food on the dinner planes,
please remember the human need
when you're fleeing from a blue state.
And finally there are the guns,
which some say you should never have,
that you can depend on police,
that one always gives me a laugh!
That a state would every try
to erode your own sovereignty
is a crime in and of itself,
you are entitled to live free!
And that means seeing to defense
of yourself, your friends, and your kin.
There's little chance cops will be there
when true evil comes barging in.
It's a thought that can scare a soul,
but adults should act like grown-ups,
that means taking action sometimes,
especially when things are rough.
You are no serf to be ordered,
no coward who just waits for death,
and that means you may need a gun
to force aside that final breath.
Here we do not expect you to
surrender to murder or rape,
so leave the gun-grabbing behind
if your fleeing from a blue state.
See, it always seems weird to us
when folks up and move in here,
then vote for the same policies
that made their old jobs disappear.
Keep making all the same mistakes,
you'll keep getting the same result,
you new home will end up ruined,
and sadly it wall be your fault.
But we can keep prosperity
flourishing right here in this place,
just leave the leftist crap behind
when you're fleeing from a blue state.
SILENCE
The shower of love-is
As silent as ancient globe
It is quite and silent
And is as beautiful
As bathing of a lass.
The rays of
sweet morning sunshine is
Filled with divine hopes
With a deep feeling.
It is as powerful that
This silent shower of
Rain drenched my heart
And washed all my pains away .
It trembles the air
With a Whispering song of life
Isn't that surprising, Mondakanta?
The dreams're flourishing like
Radiant flowers
With the first shower
Of love.
Life feels like brightest firefly -
The drops of happy moment
Feel like the
Tributary of Ganga-Yamuna.
The melodious song of morning and
Bird coupled with serene greenery
Is heralding a new dawn.
The silence of this shower of love
Echoing a song Without a tune,
But only a silence,
A total silence.