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Beings of the mysterious light of creation appear on Earth
As the children of the universe, however,
Their skin colour differs, their hair texture is not same
Their lifestyle gets formed by their country of birth
Yet, the same blood runs in their veins
And they have in them,
The same desire to attain the mysterious light
From which they have all originated!
The paths they have to walk on are same;
They all need to find the means to survive
In a realm of temporariness which only serves
As an opportunity to atone for their previous sins
And to pray to be absolved of these
So as to be rewarded of an existence
In some place which the human eyes cannot perceive!
Yet, the stay in the realm of temporariness
Remains challenging as the children of light
Are subjected to the tests of maintaining
Their lives peaceful through the virtue of
Having tolerance for each other's differences
So much that having their flag on a piece of land
Has become the cause of ruthless violence
Which douses off their faith in the source of light!
Watching all this, the universe cries, as it only wanted
To see its children laughing while playing with each other!
Adoration
Turn from self and lift your eyes to heaven's glorious King;
Let every heart in humble awe a song of worship sing.
The courts of God are holy ground where mercy meets our need,
So bow before His majesty with every thought and deed.
Our praise should be our daily life, our love both true and strong,
For grateful hearts that honor Christ, their song will never cease.
No equal stands beside our God—His greatness none can frame;
Our Waymaker, our Promise Keeper, forever still the same.
The One who formed us by His hand deserves our highest praise;
In every step, in every breath, we'll worship all our days.
Triumphant, righteous, holy King, returning soon in might,
We'll gladly bow, adore His name, and walk within His light.
The plus one of the world is 'YOU' If no 'YOU', the world is minus one. A world without 'YOU' is incomplete.
Did you know that when a sparrow falls, God takes note? Did you know that God counted your original hair strings? Did you know that we can also get our names written in heaven?
Sometimes we mortals under or overestimate, and sometimes we guess.
You are not the product of 'theoretical guessing' but a result of an 'exacting science'.
Stop and consider what you have done, are doing, and are going to do. Consider that what others do, all 7 billion of us, are are not what you do. Also, consider that life is not about simply what we do as much as who we are, and there is absolutely no one present or future who can be 'you' better that you.
When you arrived, you were given a name, and the place and time of your birth were recorded. Moreover, God knew you before you were formed, and had assigned a purpose unique to you. So that there would be no mistaking of you, your DNA and fingerprints match none but you. And about this, make
no mistake: We all matter, and a world without you is a lesser world.
052620PSCtest, A World Without You, JCB Burl
I’m gonna do it again, put my fears, questions and worries into my pen. Watch the ink release the hold its grip has had me in. Fear has been my main attraction. I never need a ticket as I dictate and delegate all of the action and many transactions. That's right your eyes and ears seen and heard correct. I am Frankenstein, the inventor of the dread that has had me crippled within my own head. I made this bed. I meticulously formed places for my mistrust, faithless, fear driven, case-less theories, to root and grow . Swallowing me whole, for already forgiven sins, from the box man In confession. Now to redo that section without deception, as deceitful balloons eventually pop from the misconception, that you are free after 10 hail Mary’s and your donated fiscal blessing into the box. I release the pressure I created in my own head. How peaceful it feels, to just let your hearts kettle decompress and express, anything that has been fighting to live within you without loves breath. Hatred was starting to form and take over my head. Faith never left, it just stepped aside and allowed me the opportunity to decide if I was going to continue to turn myself into a monster I despise or into a being full of hope and life. He gave us choice, and only in our time will we be able to give it a voice. Not even a scientist can theorize the truth its invisible except to few. We are our own hope operators, mental surgeons, word makers, feeling scientists and yes confessional takers . The need has always been within, the keys were always there to find. It was the lock that you placed before you let go of fear from your mind, that kept you crippled and discouraged from any attempt to fight for your own life.
Job; a man of many troubles
For a few months in his life
Endured much pain and sorrow
Even great loss of life
He was the richest man
That then the world had known
But Satan hatched a plan
To destroy and to dethrone
God put limits to his plan
Before Satan could proceed
Jobs life he could not take
To this rule he must heed
He took all that Job had
Not a thing was left behind
Took his children and his health
It was an awful time
Friends came to comfort him
At least that's why they said they came
The kept telling Job it was his fault
That's why he now was poor and lame
Debate upon debate
Job had with each of them
He asked "why'd God create me
"I should have never been
Now God would not forsake
Though Jobs wife urged him to
For God gives and takes away
To Him my love stays true
Though his heart was true
He question why this had to be
He thought he'd always live right
But now look woe is me
Finally God would speak
He asked Job, "where were you
When the earth was made
Tell me what did I do?"
Where were you Job tell me
When I set the stars in sky
Job tell me where were you?
You know you cannot lie."
Where were you Job tell
When the seas were formed
Now tell me if you can
Tell me when they were born
"Now see Leviathan
Have you ever tamed the beast
How about Behemoth
Whose strength will not cease
Job give me an answer
This is my command you
Job said I not worthy
I know not what to do
Now God liked his answer
Jobs pride it now was gone
Then he said to Jobs friends
Follow all Jobs been shone
They sacrificed to Him
Seven bulls and seven lambs
Seeking God's forgiveness
Only as a person can
Now God healed Jobs illness
Gave him double what he had
Gave him seven lassies
Gave him three strong lads
No ladies then on earth
Had beauty like these found
When they had children
Jobs feet they came around
Now Job would still live longer
One hundred and forty years
Seeing great grand children
His life was free of tears
...And Alexander Hamilton,
though know for controversy,
served alongside Washington
in the war to make us free.
Helped build up our new armed forces,
set the stage for our economics,
the prosperity we still enjoy,
he had a lot to do with it.
The man stood against slavery
when many just chose to ignore
the problem as unsolvable,
unwilling to seize something more.
He rose up from bastardry
to shape a nation not formed yet,
I think we should remember more
then the sad method of his death.
Then there is His Excellency,
George Washington earned that in full,
the only American soul
who any dare call by that title.
Stuck with an untrained army,
often outnumbered and outclassed,
he wouldn’t fight by Europe’s rules,
and the British he would outlast.
Ill-supplied and often hungry,
he kept the militas going,
and though they would have made him King
he gave it up voluntarily!
Taught us how to be a president,
was not a known thing in those days,
then even left that so he could farm,
the depths of his honor amaze…
Last is the one who didn’t arrive
until three generations later,
Lincoln, the man who finished the job,
that Great Emancipator.
Some would say he wasn’t a founder,
but I must include him within,
the nation we know traces right back
to the great deed done by him.
An ordinary politician
in a nation torn all apart,
forced to grow into a hero,
enough to test any man’s heart.
Forced to fight a murderous war
admist voices calling out for peace,
knowing defeat meant more chaos,
and millions left in slavery…
Nowadays voices spurn these men,
choosing to recall only mistakes,
forgetting that their bold ideas
are what have made this country great.
Teachers prattle on like socialists,
killers of one hundred million souls,
all of our mistakes pale next to that,
it’s a direction none should go.
But the wisdom of the founders
transcends the confines of their day,
they took on the challenge of freedom,
that’s a challenge that don’t go away.
If we take the time to heed them
then we can continue on thriving,
we should revere the founding fathers,
in truth we owe them everything.
“And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.” Genesis 2:7 of the King James Bible
Earthy vessel of divine nature blow
Wrought by Holy Spirit for sublime goal
Formed from dust to glorified body glow
Fulfilling God-entrusted reaching-out role
Such am I to serve with my heart and soul
Propelled with grace, bearing the Gospel light
Advancing the Lord’s kingdom through His might
Humbly yielding to omnipotent hand
Midst faith anchored upon prayer delight
Vanquishing triumphantly trials’ demand.
February 11, 2022
3rd place, "D Forms - Dizain" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 2/14/2022.
Little Susie had peed her new pants
Such an unfortunate circumstance
In front of her mother
She blushed a red colour …
Then invented the ‘Wet knickers’ dance!
Mum's reaction to this was not cool
As Sue pranced around like a fool
To add to her woe
More started to flow
Down her leg and formed into a Pool
Susie knew right away, she was Toast
With her face turning pale as a ghost
When the Cork in her ass
Shot out with the gas
And Mother got blasted the most
Desperately needing a breath of fresh air
We ran out of the house in a state of despair
It is far from a joke
To splutter and choke
On a stench that melts noses and frizzles our hair
In disgrace, she stomped off to the shed
Where a cunning plan entered her head
Her gas mask condition
Needed stiff competition
So she's joined a Bad Ass Commune instead
Sue was accepted as one of the troupe
After she curdled Cow’s milk into soup
And once it was dark
She thought it a lark
To 'Blue Flame' her gas for the group
In a national contest for which she was keen
She entered to take on the best there has been
But to Susie’s surprise
They gave the Top Prize
To a bloke farting 'God Save The Queen'
'Porton Down' is off limits so no one can see
The 'Boffins' who work in white coats, secretly
MI6 sniffed around
And Susie was found
Then Pressed into service as their new WMD
Collaboration with Rob Bettridge
They assembled and gathered
Like they have done forever
One joining the other and another
Simple, friendly and smiling faces
Trotting calmly to catch the pace
Knowing destination will be exceeded
As the abundant will continue to drive
Weakened limbs energized by the sand
Caring not of city man’s worries
Slowly the crowd is formed and bubbles
From many ramifications of Urum
An all-day event needs less hurry
Loudly heard in attitude and style
Planned through four days before
Yet another four days will witness same
Gatherings to sell, to buy and to chatter
Interacting to share, to encourage, bearing
Sharing pains, troubles and sweet songs
As an African child is bathed in powder
On each the other depends
Like persons of old subsisted
Under tattered roofs open to rain and sun
Not minding government neglect and abuse
Early comers nap, linger and do the small talk
While babies dance around half empty market
Your city life they bother not about
For no cause exists for a change of style
For all must be accomplished
If nature does not dictate otherwise
Save for the weak and the sick
Albeit, fully represented in the event
Benefiting from love and care shared
Affection administered across rough roads
However insignificant it may seem
Eternal partnerships, free like life
The sky is yours, for under the sky,
You were born,,,
The sun burned the dark, and
for you, the clear gave ...
You sprouted for love,
that nature wove
Life has given you evidence,
the air made you breathe,
the earth gave you of your land
and the clay formed you ...
The plants planted
the animals shared,
the waters have satisfied you,
The world gave you a home.
so write your story ...
The people gave you a people,
the universe gave you universe ...
And this is all life ... what a praise
life living it the best
way ,,, and always to
glorify