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July 5 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 1-4
Key Verse – Isaiah 1:2 Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth: for the LORD hath spoken, I have nourished and brought up children…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY CONTENTMENT NOURISHER
Lord God, You are my contentment Nourisher by Your satisfying fulfillment
Thank You for Your forgiveness’ settlement
Against iniquity’s entanglement
So that I won’t faint due to worldliness-caused ailment.
Lord God, You are my contentment Nourisher by Your besieging presence
Thank You for Your laws’ magnificence
Against rebelliousness’ license
So that I won’t forsake Your light’s fluorescence.
Lord God, You are my contentment Nourisher by Your established teaching
Thank You for Your doctrines’ enriching
Against ignorance of doubt with deceitful stretching
So that I won’t neglect truth-preaching.
Lord God, You are my contentment Nourisher by Your exalted name
Thank You for Your majesty’s frame
Against idolatry’s game
So that I won’t cease to claim Your promises’ flame.
Lord God, You are my contentment Nourisher by Your prudent counsel
Thank You for Your kingdom’s divine castle
Against carnality’s wrestle
So that I won’t behave apart from Your epistle.
Lord God, You are my contentment Nourisher by Your effective healing
Thank You for Your comfort’s care never failing
Against wickedness’ smiting and guilt’s spoiling
So that I won’t mourn lament due to pride-caused falling.
Lord God, You are my contentment Nourisher by Your excellent gloriousness
Thank You for Your sanctification’s holiness
Against filthiness’ destructive oppressiveness
So that I won’t flee from Your protecting righteousness.
July 5, 2023
We can win against crises-caused angst
...when we constantly enjoy our relationship with our Lord
being bound to Him around salvation-cord.
Thus, we should always adore Him, yielding to the grace He does afford
through the invitation declared in His Word.
We can win against crises-inflicted sorrow
...when we seek God in earnest faith’s devotion
being His children by virtue of adoption.
Still, we should eagerly talk to Him, expressing wholehearted supplication
through the answer assured by His compassion.
We can win against crises-driven boredom
...when we steadfastly stay in the Saviour’s presence
being forgiven with divine purifying license.
Hence, we should jubilantly worship Him, immersing in His magnificence
through the cleansing granted for souls’ virtuous fluorescence.
We can win against crises-triggered despair
...when we trust the Almighty for character-refining
being His heirs of eternal life gaining.
As such, we should humbly meet Him, coming before His throne, learning
through the fellowship offered, blissfully illumining.
We can win against crises-brought loneliness
...when we fully cling to Christ with divine intimacy
being His redeemed through tender mercy.
Tenaciously, we should cleave to Him, claiming His clemency
through the help extended midst turmoil's fervency.
We can win against crises-filled worry
...when we walk circumspectly along the Holy Spirit’s ways
being His new creation to give Him praise.
With gratitude, we should live for Him, delighting in His work all the days
through the love coverings us, wrapped by His care’s embrace.
Yes, we can win against crises-gripped uncertainties
...when we pray unceasingly to experience the Creator's victory
being His rescued from hell’s damnation and sin’s misery.
Therefore, we should serve Him, committing to proclaim His Gospel story
through the blessings provided along His promised glory.*
*1Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
May 3, 2020
Didactic in rhyme form
Once upon a time... a child celebrated
Colorful lights of Crackers...
Fluorescence of Fireworks.
The black powder bonfires in sky
Illuminated his darkness ..
Sprinkling showers of acoustic pops.
And then...
Demons ignited black powder to enslave his mind.
His cranium was detonated with guns and bullets.
Blitz of Bombs ticked his reverberating Time.
His black powder infested blue vest
Now singed and scorched..
A belt of Bioluminescence garlanded his waist.
How smart he looked.. ready to blow up the Cafe.
Aha! That Black Coffee Powder
Was Exploding Love of Joy
Aha! That Black Gun Powder
Was Imploding Hate of Joy.
Soon there will be...
Scarlet blood spilling in smouldering slag.
Broken Glass and Bodies in pulverized roofs.
Screams of Resurrect Dreams...
He hears a faint whisper..'Son, please don't die'..
But wasn't he a Martyr.....a Superstar?
A Black Hole full of Black Powder...Near and Far...
The Supernova* waited.... to be a Dead Star...
*A Supernova Black Hole is an astronomical concept: They form when a very massive star (at least 25 times heavier than our Sun) runs out of nuclear fuel. The star then explodes as a supernova. A black hole is born when an object becomes unable to withstand the compressing force of its own gravity.
Dated 14th November,2018.
Submitted to the Black Powder Poetry Contest
Sponsor Anthony Slausen.
PLACED FIRST IN CONTEST
I divorced the cirrus heat
that once laced the sky with fire,
carrying searing sins of
the scorching sun ~
burning the soft bronze of my melanin;
an unabated rage,
a labyrinth of blooming lilac,
an assortment of angst,
a library of healing lullabies
homed beneath the glass-skin silence
of my quivering chest~
like wind through cathedral clusters,
a poison to my psyche,
too bright for the darkness that dwells.
But perhaps it is in eclipsed spheres
I thrive in comfort~
attain nirvana
through sketched peace lilies
drawn in stillness.
Now I’ve found inner
nectarine ingredients~
a recipe for resilience
to pollinate my passion,
to compose myself,
to uncloud storms
by marrying the
moon in my conscience~
painting citrine and topaz
on the pillows where I weep,
in seclusion and solitude.
Here, stars of solace ~ I do breathe~
a self-consolation that needs
no granular words scratching
the inner walls of the throat chakra.
O beloved, forgive my need
to see through the haze
that has been fogging
the fluorescence of your aurora horizon.
My woe ~ a broken vow,
my ache ~ a bleeding wound,
my grief ~ your scar~
a suffocating scarf,
a burden I relieve you of with severed ties,
letting go amidst the love
that still flutters in Luna sparkles…
You were a hallucinatory
hymn of dawn ~ beautiful, yet bruised,
and I am silver thread
tied to the oblivion of diamond dusk,
basking in the raining remedies,
seeking floriated meadows,
lost in the breeze of
sea-kissed azure~
an awakening: to trade venom for vigor,
like the unfurling of sakura
in the warmth of spring’s splendor,
brushing away crystals
of mulberry-black ice
when cold are the conversations
left unread and dried
between misinterpreted metaphors...
Sometimes, farewells are healing,
moving on ~ a contemplative prayer,
the spiritual pilgrimage
toward embracing clarity and zen.
For there, in the vintage
forest of forsaken violets,
wilted petals are watered
with tears and roseate radiance,
and, in the ruins of
pixelated promises,
we will learn to linger in
the luminous reveries of love ~ evermore...
"I've got sunshine"
TANKA~ 1
This heavyweight wind
jiggles the chimes limbs hanging
sensitively
a thousand sound waves invade
visible radiation
~~~~~
TANKA~ 2
Dark moonlight tempest
blunders off the mountain top
a massive flooring…
the courageous beam of light
saved souls upon meadow blades
~~~~~
TANKA ~3
A place called daylight
where the beam is always pure
luminescence
if you could only feel this
you’d ask to hold the torchlight
~~~~~
TANKA~ 4
Somewhere were you sleep
the fluorescence substance light
absorbs your beauty
every second that you breath
the light becomes like sunshine
~~~~~
TANKA ~5
Sky of falling stars
belong in my diary
notification
renewing my wedding vows
sunshine begins with me
~~~~~
TANKA~ 6
Missed the snooze button;
pendulum rods tick out loud
morning bird and worm;
sunlit curtains smooth rays
anonymous melody
~~~~~
TANKA ~7
Two rainbows petals
peek outside with loneliness
against no sunlight
rainy weather condition
no color will bring you back
~~~~~
by;PD
10-10-12
for: contest
Lovely freshness showcases God’s wonders
Great Spring’s grand blessings, awesomely beauteous
Dulcet chirpings prevail over thunders
Gardens* assured of yields, indeed plenteous.
Fields cheerfully welcome budding bliss-sprouts
Below clouds like chiffon yearning for grace
Farms gladly gear themselves toward growth’s routes
Propelled upon heavenly power’s brace.
Re-birth highlights genuine spiritual spring
Marked by the Lord Christ’s resurrection might
With revivals that Holy Scriptures bring
Prodding souls toward transformation’s height.
Springing hope’s lace tied to faith fluorescence
Edifies new life’s marvelous essence.
*Isaiah 61:11 For as the earth bringeth forth her bud, and as the garden causeth the things that are sown in it to spring forth; so the Lord GOD will cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all the nations.
March 4, 2019
7th place, "APRIL 2019 PREMIER 9..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/26/2019.
Daddy dearest, I miss your presence
Always lingering with your love’s trustworthy license
Delighting am I in your memories’ iridescence
Definitely can never be erased by obsolescence…
You surely left me with your great fatherly essence.
Deep down in my heart is your care’s prevalence
Earnestly surfacing midst nostalgic silence
Attending to me against pressures’ turbulence
Reassuring your faithfulness, devoid of indolence
Expressing good testimony’s prominence
Shining* through God’s light and blessings’ fluorescence
Thank you, Dad**; I praise the Lord indeed for your life’s influence.
*Matthew 5:16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
**Dad was called to be with the Lord on January 2, 2019.
June 16, 2019
Edited on May 12, 2020: For Dad who's turning 79 on May 13, 2020, since his very essence is alive in my heart as his dear daughter.
2nd place, "I will never forget..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 5/17/2020.
Buttocks push; breasts boast
through non-existent crowds.
A choreographed squall
above the whir and clunk
of loaded appliances.
Hispanic girls acting out
in a Laundromat.
Hips gesture, hands stab
and tussle with unwashed issues.
I’m distracted by the overheated hum,
can’t read the print
of my paperback. Words run
naked over yellow pages,
sweat and lay down
under a fierce fluorescence.
Skimpy shorts and gang-inks.
The porous sound of feral hormones
seethes over some slight,
branded onto a Facebook page.
They flop onto the slatted bench
produce a smart phone,
scroll through pictures,
moue and glower softening
as baby shots are thumbed.
Melting smiles, then
they hold up the cell for me to see.
When they get up
the backs of their thighs
are marked by the wooden seat.
Washing spins on.
The streets are vacant under the mystery rain gently falling as I gaze into the cold blue depth of a fluorescence-lit street
Languishing…
Under blaring lamps, the hardtop black flickers wet from the rain, I try to keep the cold night at bay with the sharp burn of rum as the city hums!
Lucidity… bright!
Overheard by none, it shimmers absently waiting to die.
I watch in horror a lingering dread, of a dark figure walking along the edge they gather their cloaks as the wind bluster!
Absently…flapping!
Something grows hot as at the tip of my fingers a cigarette burns dully in the light, I pull a drag of acidic smoke, I flick it into the wind, the hot tip smashes the ashes drift in spirals…spins!
Tilting…
Away, lazily in the wind, I feel the need for a shot of hot rum, I reach for my gun and turn into the wind gathering my thoughts, fading…
I feel the hum of the engine, the purr of its idle, the muffled sound of the radio, the street and its vacant MISERY!
The rain still falls gently on my face turning, feeling the mystery,
trying to shake the thoughts;
of needing a drink...
(Of Rum!)
As in crystal methamphetamine, the mind becomes cold.
Anxiety, paranoia, and schizophrenia
Creep in, like snakes and deathstalker scorpions, uncontrolled
Are bones, veins, flesh, and blood affected by asthenia?
The body begs for calm composure; the moody mind mulls.
Midst fires of optimism, the ice of pessimism melts.
Restlessness and rebelliousness resemble spineless skulls
Vandalism of vindictiveness vitiates vague vents
The feeling of freedom to fly and fervently flutter
Fill and flow flawlessly, like fine floral fluorescence.
Mild melodies of memories musically mutter
Constant conscious conscience has come to be the quintessence.
When the ice of hateful, heinous, hideous hurdles heaps
May passions of compassion flare from the depths of the deeps!