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Mom-this three letter word
is my source of strength
Your sagacious advices are needed
always till my death
I share all my recondite matter
to accomplish my endeavours
You are the reason for my laughter
and you are my treasure
I give you pain
every now and then
you have never complained
but treat me like a princess again
You sacrifice all your comforts
just for dad and me
Can't delineate your efforts
you have the power to oversee
Throughout any trouble or strife
throughout any happiness or tear
you are there to escort my life
from all the frailties and to take care
I wish I could make you proud
and it's the promise I give you today
Now it's time to shriek out loud
a very happy MOTHER'S day
It must be clear that God's involvement with a nation or people does not exempt them from their insistent practice of human frailties and evil deeds. Moreover, as one of his many mortal creatures, you and I would agree that we fall so short of His Divine Standard for our lives. In spite of my shortcoming and occasional misdeeds, God is not 'finished' with me yet. It must be equally clear that God is a most loving and patient God, but there is a point of final judgment for individuals as well as nations. At this writing, it does not appear that we have reached that point.
There is no denying that historically, America as a nation has indeed done some atrocious things of which I am ashamed. I will not address those matters here. My point here is limited to the fact that historically, America has always acknowledged the Judeo-Christian God in its major documents.
Also, this nation and the Christian church has held a Biblical worldview for centuries.
God our Maker has always invited us to call His attention to the words He has spoken and written. May we do no less in calling upon our nation to be accountable to the words it has written. In reality, my faith in America is Faith in America's God.
And I say in closing, if for any reason there is a notion that God is finished with America, think again. Indeed, both our nation and the church in America have much to be desired. But no! I do not believe that God has allowed us to lose our 'God Positioning System'. Oh, yes indeed; there is great cause for concern. But make no mistake my friend; God is alive and well in the church and in America as a nation. Again, God is not finished with us yet. God does indeed bless the nation whose God is the Lord. May The Lord ever be our God, and may He continue to bless our nation.
05202017cjPS
August 11 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 64-66
Key Verse – Isaiah 64:8 But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
FAITH IN GOD WHO IS OUR LIFE’S POTTER
God is our life’s Potter midst our infirmities
For our faith’s growth against uncertainties
With His truth along Scriptures’ verities…
Praise be to Him Who molds us despite our frailties.
God is our life’s Potter midst our filthiness
For our faith’s cleansing toward holiness
With His sanctification in our walk along righteousness…
Praise be to Him responds to our sin-confession by His forgiveness.
God is our life’s Potter midst our hardship
For our faith’s reliance on His offered partnership
With His discipleship in our stewardship…
Praise be to Him Who rules over us by His leadership.
God is our life’s Potter midst our troubles
For our faith’s trust in Him when our soul trembles
With His admonition against our carnality that grumbles…
Praise be to Him Who comforts each heart who humbles.
God is our life’s Potter midst our fear
For our faith’s dependence on His governance-gear
With His peace while to Him we draw near…
Praise be to Him Who meets our needs and our prayers does hear.
God is our life’s Potter midst our travail
For our faith’s adherence to His precepts that prevail
With His promises that indeed never fail…
Praise be to Him Who keeps us safe along servanthood-trail.
God is our life’s Potter midst our pain
For our faith’s strength against challenging terrain
With His favor along commendation-gain…
Praise be to Him Who enables us to do His will against trials’ strain.
August 11, 2025
Alone in my bathroom I stare at my eyes
They are red and raw, no big surprise
If there is one thing I can never forgive
It is myself, for having never lived.
I get closer to my blotchy reflection
And realize I am nowhere near to perfection
The coldness of the mirror under my lips
Makes me aware of my frailties and slips
Why are you alone? Thinking of killing yourself?
I fall into a hard thing, a toilet paper shelf.
I wanna be be blonde, I wanna be keen.
I wanna be someone else; someone whose seen.
No one pays attention to me, I feel like a fake.
When I kill myself, will I finally be awake?
I want blood, guts, and delicious chocolate cake.
When I wake up in heaven, will I finally be awake?
Our wants and needs
are a conceivable state of mind
where peace and tranquility saturate
like water, flowing to the shore
whether or not this desire is reached
spans the length of time
as a cherished goal
tethered to our soul
this dream that lies within
is unattainable...until
our dislikes are burned away
like so much rot
tossed into the flames of purification
and blown away
with the winds of our frailties
that flicker like fireflies
in the dark space of our heart
could that this flicker
become a bright sun
washing its beams across us
lighting our darkness
turning desire into reality
and heal our eternal illusion
dressed as a wandering wish
9/26/22
contest Desire and Aversion
sponsor Unseeking Seeker
may we wish that this flicker
Black Magic Potions
Across vacancy memories invoke forgotten years
Exodus from antipathy inscrutably liberates fears
Intransience spiritually battles amoral challenges
Crucially revitalized measures presaging changes
Deceptions obscure lies within fraudulent sleeves
Bringing adversaries down indictments aggrieves
Justifications echoing beyond overpowering roars
Unlike forsaken vessels reality lands upon shores
Probing mortal frailties evading blind perceptions
Enlightenment transcend old black magic potions
Delusion transmogrified into vanishing blemishes
Swept along eroding waves of abandoned wishes
09/11/2013
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour of the Seas
Of the reality of God, they were convinced.
In fact, He was their first line of defense.
Principle #1: In the name of God, Amen.
They were undoubtedly good and decent people.
Men, women, children; some of them were pilgrims.
Principle #2: by the grace of God.
They were not seeking a new king nor a new government.
They were in search of a new world, a new and better way.
Principle #3: for the glory of God.
I suspect they were among the best people from the old country.
Yet, they knew and understood human nature and its many frailties.
Principle #4: advancement of the Christian faith.
They fully realized that they needed more than governance from afar.
They needed a covenant, a tool of guidance to follow and be committed to.
Principle #5:in the presence of God.
They knew that without such, there would be civil strife and certain mutiny
if not self-destruction. Thus was born aboard the ship The Mayflower Compact.
Principle #6:covenant and combine our selves together into a civil body politic.
For me, it is refreshing and reassuring that when I started 'unpacking' the Mayflower Compact, seven phrases stood out to me, demonstrating the foundation on which their intent and plan were laid.
Principle #7: for the general good of the Colony.
I believe that these principles are the chief reason for their success and that if we, their descendants, abandon such principles, we will be the worst for it and will likely fail as a nation.
061820PS
Shadows are constant like a friend, but unlike a natural friend, shadows do not bear human emotions, or traits, which offers clarity and understanding. That is what makes shadows powerful, for it's not vulnerable to the frailties of human emotions that openly display individual weaknesses, where those who have control of said emotions can wield them to their advantage whereas the weaker willed individual, will succumb to theirs.
hungry and thirsty
solutions need to address
address replace need
Intellect is my shadow and friend as neither will cause harm to my person. Harm befalls the unheeding, an act caused by intellectual abandonment, thus, my shadow observes the folly and acts as a reminder and sets it to memory.
the moon makes a night
the sun makes a day and I
make the sun and moon
The church has a shadow, where I share familial upbringing as the intro factor, thus, 'A recent change of mind/acquired conviction', befalls upon longstanding, albeit, not 'belief' as it is subjective. I cast objective reasoning based on juvenile tendencies of a rebellious nature, but not a typical juvie as I toss intellect into the mix.
sensed observations
deduced logical outcomes
impacts life status
Present day, and counting ... The church and the families of my life, along with their shadows are now parted. I trust that the subjective beliefs that they held while in their lifetimes, they are all there now in the afterlife. Now, my intellect serves a greater part of my life as the shared shadows no longer reflects upon me, but not a smidgen less from my heart, soul, and mind. As my intellect moves with validation and purposed fulfilment, I believe I'm reflecting my intentions ... until my shadow advises change ...
once a family
a singularity now
The Word waits for one
Free my people from the chains that confine us
From the constant humiliation
And hurtful ways that blight us
Demeaning in purpose
Senseless in intent
Put down your tools of discord and relent
Bring us peace and harmony
And not the constant lament
Free my people from the bondage
Tethered around our necks
That you keep tightening
Causing pain in our mothers breast
Give us peace, let us rest
Let us illuminate the world
Of which we are blessed
Give us opportunities to be our best
Free my people from the maze
Of turbulence, denials, confrontation, and hate
That is inflicted from cradle to the grave
From the subjugation, that is laid
Cant you realize we are the same
Flesh and blood, love and hope?
Free my people so we can be a part
Of a cherished existence
One with a compassionate heart
Free from the strife that blight us
Distorting our existence and daily life
Its our privilege, its our right
Do not steal our glory
Or darken our light
Free my people of the lies
That is portrayed in history
Right before our eyes
Of our glory that is taken
Now heads bowed, we are broken
From the constant onslaught
Of a negative design
That has unhinged our people
Leaving them behind
Free my people from the wanton evil
That is not of god but of the devil
Not of the scriptures, but of a time
When indiscretions and frailties ruled your mind
We call on you to be just
Open your minds, with mutual trust
The pigmentation of the skin is of nature
So how can you praise god
And despise his creation?
For the diversity it heaved
From it's spores, it's seeds
As nature replicates its difference
Why not celebrate this beauty
Why not pay it reverence?
That of the one seed planted
Many trees and branches vaunted
Each a necessary part of expansion
Not to be made a tool of division
But a celebration of diversity of life.
Echo world behind the glass,
I make the same faces I did at twelve.
The grinning Cheshire Cat
with teeth like piano keys,
mendacious and coy
because viewing my portrait with sobriety
forces me to march with familiar frailties.
I’m certain my gravitas is a forgery.
I am sure my laments and torments are
playacted animation.
Their drama is loathsome.
Instead, I turn my left eye toward my nose
while keeping the right straight.
This contortion masks multiple blemishes.
I summon my childhood buffoon, making
self-mockery hide all my impairments.
Concealing them by exposing them,
I become the object of my own joke.
What guise can be greater?
I am Charlie Chaplin getting kicked in the rear.
I am Soupy Sales hit by a sloppy pie.
With this impression, I never need to try.
Flashbacks on the wall.
They all die like Curly Howard.
Laughter is short-lived glee,
after which the spirit secretly craves.
My life is made of printed images
on a carnival tent.
Memory fragments are all I hold,
each enlisting some particle of my journey.
Yet with this, I find another way to fit into
a clown car,
another way to do my pratfalls,
another way to get my pants pulled down.
Accepted for publication: The Opiate, Spring 2024