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I’d just finished reading a story to my daughter and as I tucked her into bed…she looked at me with her wide eyes, “Mommy, what is love.” She said.
And so I did what parents do when they’re not sure what to say…I took a deep breath and dove right in…hoping to find my way.
I leaned in close while searching for an answer somewhere in my brain…
“Love,” I said holding her hand, “is not so easy to explain”.
“Love is everywhere,” I started. “It glides upon the wind…it floats upon the sea…it’s in every creature great or small…it’s in you and it’s in me.”
There is this amazing power to love…of this I have no doubt…the more love that goes into a person…the more love that will come out.”
“Love forms somewhere within our soul…it is the music of our heart…it can be felt between two people…even when they are apart.”
“Love, when you are young, is different than love when you are grown…love is caring about someone else’s happiness more than you care about your own.”
“Love is beautiful, compassionate, forgiving, wonderful and kind…and love can only blossom when two lives are intertwined.”
“Love is just as wonderful when it is old as it is when it was new…I believe, when it comes to love, it’s what we were put on Earth to do.”
When I thought I’d said enough…when my disjointed ramblings were through…I smiled at my daughter and asked, “By the way…what is love to you?”
Her face lit up and without hesitation…with a child’s innocence she proclaimed, “Love is what makes me smile every time I see you…and every time you say my name.”
I was a little befuddled when she asked me ‘What is love’ at the end of a beautiful day…but the next time I am asked…
I’ll be ready
I know exactly what I’m going to say.
Peace. A sword left covered with its sharpness in a sheath.
The serene wind blows through the mind of a child—
calm, tranquil, forgiving.
Yet quakes swallow its tremors,
and earth refuses to regurgitate its bitterness.
Even when voices are raised,
they end drowned in reason.
Surely, fire must burn with smoke even when quenched by waters,
eyes blazing crimson to show truth’s flared tempers.
But the soil would rather drink raindrops
than the scarlet ink of lost victims.
Yet weapons must ensure the superiority of powers,
and strengthen the tap roots of mighty oaks.
Not even doves that forsook their white
as emblem of no bloodshed
escape the slaughter instinct of men.
So, roundtables may need reshaping to square,
for afflictions to stop going round.
I dreamed of silence without smothered bones…
When ammunition expires in the armory of great armies,
when soldiers’ boots gather cobwebs,
their noses filled with mildewed breath exhaled in glum trenches,
when stale gunpowder fills the barrels of jammed weapons begging reuse.
But guns boom, and their sound blooms.
Silence is louder than the voices against them.
Powers must be flexed.
Peace is filled with the virtue of waiting—
only that patience is already impatient of waiting.
This is it the real me, the me you haven’t met
I bet you don’t believe it, that’s if you do bet
I am tall, but not beautiful, and not very slim, I am afraid
But back in my younger days I was considered a saucy maid.
My heart is full of love but very well disguised
Some think I am hard as nails and that’s because I’m wise
If you hold your heart out, for everyone to see
They will take advantage, especially of me.
So I let them think otherwise, but I’m always here to help
Just keep those puppy eyes off me, or my heart will melt
I grew up in poverty, but there was love in the home
It just got put aside sometimes, when we were left alone.
In strange homes we’d find ourselves, not really sure why
But we had each other, we could hold each other and cry
Then there were the bad days when all our nightmares did come true
But we still had each other and so we all came through.
Time to grow up, and take what life did throw at us
Use our bond of love forever, let’s forget about life’s fuss
We none of us grew up, without our scars from living
But when your heart is soft, you can do lots of forgiving.
I dedicate these words to my eldest brother James
Like a father and a mother to us in everything, but name
His demons didn’t leave him and not knowing hearts would break
If only he knew the gap he left when his own life he did take.
If only he were with us to see how his children have grown
If only he could feel the pride in them a pride he should have known
To James although I never heard you, ever called by that name
We loved you dearly brother and we feel no shame.
A long time you’ve been gone you took so much with you
But our love still holds, it will be forever true
Through no fault of your own and you bear no sin
Just remember we still love you, my eldest brother Jim.
19/03/ 2014 © GG
To Jim 1951 - 1990
April 28 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 20-22
Key Verse – 2Kings 20:5 Turn again, and tell Hezekiah the captain of my people, Thus saith the LORD, the God of David thy father, I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tears: behold, I will heal thee: on the third day thou shalt go up unto the house of the LORD.
HEART THAT THANKS GOD WHO HEARS OUR PRAYER
Our heart thanks God Who hears our prayer---
As He considers our meditation
By giving ear to our words of supplication
Truly hearkening unto the voice of our cry and lamentation
Indeed, listening to us in our plight’s intention.
Our heart thanks God Who hears our prayer---
As He directs our choices
By guiding us to look up against curses
Truly bringing us to His pleasure that blesses
Indeed, pulling us away from wicked places.
Our heart thanks God Who hears our prayer---
As He drives our faithfulness
By propelling us to come into His righteousness
Truly guiding us through His counsels’ truthfulness
Indeed, compassing us with His favor’s pleasantness.
Our heart thanks God Who hears our prayer---
As He heals our sin-ailment
By forgiving us along His mercy’s fulfillment
Truly rebuking us not in His anger’s sentiment
Indeed, delivering us from spoiling with His loving chastisement.
Our heart thanks God Who hears our prayer---
As He pardons our iniquity
By cleansing us of our transgressions’ infirmity
Truly sanctifying us from evil’s enmity
Indeed, purifying us with His holiness’ purity.
Our heart thanks God Who hears our prayer---
As He visits our stewardship
By attending to us through His sovereign partnership
Truly communing with us around His fellowship
Indeed, helping us to serve Him well by His leadership.
Our heart thanks God Who hears our prayer---
As He strengthens our trust in Him by His might
By teaching us to conquer unbelief’s blight
Truly instilling in us His doctrine of heavenly height
Indeed, imparting to us to walk by faith, not by sight.
April 28, 2026
A few days past, at a stop sign
Eager to hit the road,
Waiting at the back of the line
And obligated to return by nine.
To my hypocrisy, this is an ode.
See, I hope for a world of giving
Where needs are always met
Where sins can find forgiving
And all are peacefully living
Though I’ve done something I regret.
For, as I pulled up to the street
I was approached by another,
Who wore no shoes upon his feet
I thought a thought of pure conceit,
How could I call you, brother?
He raised a soiled hand to wave
His weary eyes found mine
If I’d had cash I might’ve gave
But sit and talk, I wouldn’t brave.
Certainly, he’d be fine.
See, I hope for a world of giving
Where needs are always met
Where sins can find forgiving
And all are peacefully living
So how did I forget?
I hit the gas and sped away
And watched in the rear-view
Why I did it, I can’t convey
And in the mirror he faded away
A scene I’ll ever rue.
If anything within my mind
His form is amplified
Hauntingly, the thing I find,
within guilt’s prison, now confined
I nurse remorse unsatisfied.
See, I hope for a world of giving
Where needs are always met
Where sins can find forgiving
And all are peacefully living
So why did I forget?
Why did I forget?
4/20/15
I love you and you love me!
Believer!
Where on earth should I now be?
Whenever.
I blocked cookies all my life
If you want one,ask my wife.
I eat spam, and google then
I begin all over again.
Whatever.
I ban websites for a living
But my lover's very forgiving;
Best man ever!
I eat splogs and gurgle blogs
Then I carve up wood for logs.
Whenever.
I've been married fourteen times,
They divorced me for my rhymes,
Whatever.
I eat cookies if I can,
If I can't I get them spammed,
Forever!
I live in your dreaming space,
I'll inspire the human race,
Moreover.
If you meet me you won't know
'Cos I look like old so and so.
Whoever.
But I am here and I'll find you
I educate the human zoo.
Professor!.
I love writing nonsense rhymes;
I know they get real dumb at times.
Caress her.
If you like to play these games
Please send me all of your names,
It's over.
Sometimes things are a real hassle
Other times they turn out right
When things turn out on the positive side
We can fly higher than a kite
There's lotsa ugly stuff to go around
For the likes of us guys to share
Happiness and good times are needed
So we don't pull out our hair
Old guys like me really should know
Many many years of living
Taught me how to roll with the punches
Learn the secret of forgiving
So summing this up in a neat little package
It's up to each of us each day
Treating stuff like a brand new challenge
And sail happily into the fray
© Jack Ellison 2015
My mother believed in prayers, more than my father did
My father believed in tackling his problem with a flask of
White rum, I believed in the moment of things:
They are hidden compartments inside of us, my poetic friends
“Being in the moment” can be a helpful reminder if we understand it in a more expansive way
Perhaps it was true, when someone said to deal with some situation at moment times
I refused to grieve for my dearly departed husband,
Past experience, wouldn’t allowed me to weep at his grave
My lack of dispassion and willful stubbornness.
Did I really love him, did I really forgive him?
Maybe it was the disrespectfulness, I couldn’t forgive,
The truth is quite different. Forgiving an offense empowers the offended. It is to a man’s glory to overlook an offense (Proverbs 19:11)
I can’t change, the past, but I can learn from it, it might prevent me
From walking through a fire, such as that,
I would look at his picture on my refrigerator, and I love him and I hate him
In that same moment, we are surely bedmates
My distance craving, my longing to be held tightly throughout the night.
If a person can fulfill needs for companionship, love, sex or mating, there is a greater chance that the other person will fall in love with him or her over, and over again
Somehow not me, you burn, you affect me deeply,
I have done all of this, and came out the loser, all the time
Love is not for me. loneliness is my captive
I know, I know, I know, loneliness need not to have the final words
Even when the world is against me,
I will shine through, like old ancient Bims
I lost the love of my life due to jealousy,
He lost me because I love him enough to let him go,
I had a breakthrough, I had given up on loving, a mortal again
I rather be alone, than living with them and be lonely,
I was never programed to fail, or stand for foolishness
Yes, call me stubborn, called me high and mighty,
Call me the new modern girl, I will not age like a failure
But with greatness, with relentless pursuit for my happiness,
I deserved this. I know I do, the poet within, know I do
As my online paparazzi stalk me. They need to go ahead
And do their own thing... lol
I have lived a thousand lives, died a thousand deaths.
I have loved women unbounded and fathered an army of children.
I have killed and healed, stolen and blessed, fought and fled.
Jew, Christian, Muslim I have been-- Buddhist, Hindu and Jain, too.
I worshiped the sun and Thor, pagan gods galore....
I was atheist, agnostic, Marxist, and often, just indifferent.
I was cruel, I was kind, I was hateful, I was forgiving.
I laid waste to cities and wrote operas and symphonies
and little songs to dance around forever in your head....
I was poet and philanderer, philosopher and philanthropist,
theologian and scientist-- also guard and prisoner, and
many, many times, false lover or the one betrayed....
All my lives were dreams, each slipping away to be forgotten
early in dawn of the next life, none to be recalled until I awaken
in the time beyond time....
Hey God, you’re an awesome guy,
As you watch over us from the sky,
We know and honor you from afar,
The brightest celestial shining star
But what if you were one of us,
A mere stranger on the bus,
You would give yourself away,
Be it on any day,
By your surrounding blinding light,
Which has such intense might,
Just a visit one might say,
It would be a short stay,
So short that as soon as you appear.
You shortly thereafter disappear,
Taking the staircase to your home in heaven,
One, two, three, four five six, seven,
Realizing you have got to reset us,
A new start we need, you are all-forgiving,
Ever-lasting, ever-present, ever-seeing,
God, we know you want us to change
Throw our drugs and evil politicians away
Creep out of our self-destructing path,
For right now destruction you can only see
And Sheer chaos in its aftermath!
I used two lines from the song, not identical though ‘One of Us’ by Joan Osborne.