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There were silence and stillness in the autumn air
Foliage adorned the trees like fair auburn hair
The stream did not bubble; the pond had no ripples
The garden seemed uninhabited by people
But the garden was not void of good company
On a bench was seated the little girl and me
‘You look quite troubled. What could be wrong?’ I asked her
‘Is there any way I could make you feel better?’
The little girl looked at me and said, ‘I feel lost…’
‘There is a debt that comes at much too high a cost
I cannot meet the price; it is just too hefty
This unmet debt unsettles me; I feel guilty…’
‘Debt? Hefty? Guilty?’ her vague statements puzzled me
‘What you are saying to me is a mystery!
What hefty debt could come at much too high a cost?
Is it greater than the price Christ paid on the cross?’
‘I understand what you’re saying in my mind’s eye
But my heart condemns me; that I cannot deny
For Christ, my Lord, tells me to love my enemy
But I can’t show concern to the one who hurt me’
I could not find the proper words to comfort her
Guilt burned within me like hot, ignited sulfur
Since the one who hurt me is not my enemy
Why does it repulse me to show her some pity?
After some silence and reflection, I asked her:
‘My dear, have you brought this struggle to God in prayer?’
‘Prayer?’ the little girl fidgeted uneasily
‘Well, no… I can’t…’ she sighed and bowed her head sadly
‘Well, why not?’ I pressed her for a clearer answer
‘I’m afraid… Afraid to pray about this matter
I’ve locked it up in that dark, familiar closet
It is something I want to, but cannot, forget’
‘Why would unlocking the closet bring you such fear?’
‘I don’t want to go to that room… I’m happy here
I was once held captive in that dark, dreadful room
Confined in a closet where despondency loomed
What if my return holds me captive forever?
What if the closet recaptures its prisoner?
No, I will never set foot in that room again!
Dear Lord, please spare me the trauma; save me the pain!’
Lost for words, I reached out and took hold of her hands
‘Our fears and struggles, our Lord Jesus understands
Though words of prayer may fail us, He knows our frailty
Entrust our guilt to Him; our load He will carry’
May 28 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 38-42
Key Verse – Psalm 38:1 A Psalm of David, to bring to remembrance. O LORD, rebuke me not in thy wrath: neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SIN REBUKER
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my disciplinary chastening
Thank You for making me repentant of my pride and corruption-pining---
My Creator, please forgive my iniquities that cause my mourning
May I always desire Your presence midst my affliction-groaning.
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my reproofs toward maturity
Thank You for molding me to grow along Your Word’s authority---
My Teacher, please continue to instruct my heart to learn with humility
May I always seek Your wisdom of perfect certainty.
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my testimony’s building
Thank You for measuring me of my frailty to follow Your guiding---
My Saviour, please cheer up my spirit by Your constant upholding
May I always rejoice in Your redemption with gladness You are sending.
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my daily patience
Thank You for moving me out from miry clay of guilty conscience---
My Master, please lead my steps toward Your wondrous will’s magnificence
May I always delight in Your lovingkindness of gracious iridescence.
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my righteous living
Thank You for melting me against worldliness by Your holy preserving---
My Ruler, propel my commitment for Your ministry along prayerful driving
May I always depend on Your power since to Your strength I’m cleaving.
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my blessed victory
Thank You for mortifying me from evil deeds to conquer wickedness’ injury---
My King, please raise my devotion to triumph in Your glory
May I always enjoy sharing Your biblical Gospel story.
Lord God, You are my sin Rebuker for my worshipful praising
Thank You for meeting me whenever my hope in You seems to be losing---
My Friend, please hear my supplications against unbelief’s oppressing
May I always trust in Your assurance which is surely a great blessing.
May 28, 2023
November 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Romans 13-14
Key Verse – Romans 13:1 Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ORDAINING POWER
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed showing that You are sovereign
Thank You for keeping me in Your goodness, away from vanity-terrain…
Here am I subjecting myself unto You without resistance-strain
Always rule over me along every work of my heart, body and brain.
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed attending continually upon my soul
Thank You for keeping me in Your care, away from covetousness-pole…
Here am I rendering unto You my all, fully whole
Always help me prioritize You most as I fulfill my heavenly goal.
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed loving me with Your compassion
Thank You for keeping me in Your care, away from carnality’s oppression…
Here am I praising You for Your granted salvation and commission
Always awaken me to behold Your light of divine vision.
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed strengthening me against weakness
Thank You for keeping me in Your guidance, away from double-mindedness…
Here am I trusting You as my faith You increase with steadfastness
Always uphold me to withstand unbelief and doubtfulness.
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed protecting me in my frailty
Thank You for keeping me in Your grace, away from uncertainty…
Here am I living for You, yielding to You- my supreme Authority
Always revive me so I can follow You with sincerity.
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed constraining me to bow down to You humbly
Thank You for keeping me in Your right paths, away from wicked assembly…
Here am I striving to do well, rejoicing in You triumphantly
Always cleanse me to enable my holy walk daily.
Lord God, You are my ordaining Power,
indeed accepting my service-fervour
Thank You for keeping me in Your truth, away from deceitful endeavour…
Here am I following You for my stewardship’s approved savour
Always purify me toward my desire to gain Your sweet favour.
video of "Ironic" is for my 'Cinco De Mayo' contribution.
Alanis Morissette, emotive mezzo-soprano voice
and confessional songwriting with a feminist’s choice
Canadian, nineties rock-star famous for Jagged Little Edge
Raw naked cringe-y to the profound, empowering by virtue I pledge
(She’s helped countless women and girls to find their voices, to speak out, and to take up space)
Thank you India
symbolizing spiritual awakening and enlightenment
Thank you terror
acknowledge the challenging and painful aspects
Thank you disillusionment
of life that can lead to growth and wisdom
Thank you frailty
highlight vulnerability and accountability as essential
Thank you consequence
components of personal development
Thank you silence
suggests finding peace and clarity through
introspection and contemplation
let go of something burdensome, which ultimately leads
to personal growth and transformation
A pivotal moment, represents as a turning point
where she gains a new perspective and begins to understand
the value of forgiveness, living in the present, and embracing her own divinity
How 'bout me not blaming you for everything?
blame the moon, release unriquited love and like a bird that doesn't know where their home is, fly away
How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once?
How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you?
How 'bout grieving it all one at a time?
Thank you frailty
The moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down
How 'bout no longer being masochistic?
How 'bout remembering your divinity?
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
signifies emotional release and catharsis,
suggesting that facing and processing emotions
is crucial for personal evolution
How 'bout not equating death with stopping?
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you, thank you silence
Ladies sing along with the goddess Alanis
Thank U Providence
Thank U Canada
Thank U Alanis Morissette
In shadows deep around the world,
here and there where thoughts converge,
A poem stirs, with words emerge,
To shed light on the dangers found,
When religion's cloak is tightly bound.
Religion, a force both ancient and grand,
Can unite hearts, make spirits expand,
Yet in its depths, a peril hides,
That can fracture love, and reason divide.
Humanity's quest for solace and hope,
Gave birth to faith, with ways to cope,
But zealotry lurks, its venomous fangs,
Injecting discord, where harmony hangs.
Dogma's grip, relentless and tight,
Blinds eyes to truth, distorts the light,
When beliefs become walls, shutting doors,
Exclusion breeds hatred, igniting wars.
Throughout history's tapestry bold,
Religion's bloodstains, their storys told,
Crusades, jihads, battles untamed,
Innocence lost, lives forever maimed.
Divisions deepen, as doctrines entwine,
Judgments and bias, no room to align,
Oppression thrives, on fervor's flame,
Suppressing freedoms, tarnishing each name.
The dangers lie not in faith alone,
But when control seeks an iron throne,
For those in power, the righteous few,
Manipulating truths, distorting views.
Science's wonders, held at bay,
Reason and progress, they seek to sway,
When dogma prevails, stifling the quest,
Innovation falters, and growth is suppressed.
But let not these words condemn the whole,
For within faith's sphere, great hearts console,
Compassion and love, its bedrock true,
When used as tools, can heal renew.
Let us embrace the wisdom we find,
In the essence of faith, to bind,
Not to divide or claim supremacy,
But to uplift, and set our spirits free.
The dangers that religion presents to all,
Lie in the hands of those who install,
Their narrow visions as eternal truth,
Neglecting the essence, and its golden youth.
So let us tread with care and insight,
Embrace the sacred, with minds alight,
Seek unity within diversity's grace,
Embrace the beauty of every faith.
For in the end, it's not faith alone,
That causes the dangers we've ever known,
But the frailty of hearts that sway,
From love's true path, thus led astray.
From The Heart To The Cross
The burden to carry on a journey slated,
Weighs heavily on an outcome known fated.
When faith is the belief in hope for deliverance
Where humanity’s destiny hangs in the balance.
In mirrors dwell prisoners angst desperate rot,
To lay their heads in the bosom of Madonna.
One way leads to the Saviour, the other does not.
Be it by choice, from the heart to the cross.
Comfort and joy. God will provide sanctuary:
The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
Though Mary mourns, her anguish is temporary.
Unbelievers throw stones, yet His Word lives on.
His last hour on Golgotha shook civilization.
Angels triumphantly trumpeted The Lord’s salvation.
A madman with hammer thrashes the Pietà 1
To eradicate the sculpture from history,
That Michelangelo chiseled out of Carrara marble, 2
Seating the Madonna larger and profanely stronger,
Cradling Jesus, whose appearance projects frailty.
As if having been chastised for allowing crucifixion.
A mollification for theological credence,
Unreinforced nor inspired by biblical writings.
By appeasement, the sculptor admits conspiracy
With dogma, misrepresenting Christ to the living.
Mary’s demure as she looks upon the contorted figure,
Supports the illusion of her lordly stature.
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Notes:
1) Pietà: The ‘Pietà’ is a sculpture by Michelangelo (1475-1564) depicting the Madonna cradling Jesus after His crucifixion. The sculpture was completed in 1500 and is housed in St. Peter’s Basilica, Vatican City, Italy.
On May 21, 1972, an Australian citizen vandalized the Pietà with a geologist’s hammer. The individual was not charged with any criminal offence but was hospitalized in Italy for two years; and then released and deported back to Australia.
2) Carrara marble: Carrara marble is stone quarried in Carrara, Tuscany, Italy. The three most common types of Italian marble are Carrara, Calcutta, and Statuary (aka Statuario). Michelangelo is reported to have said that this was the most ‘perfect’ block of stone he ever used.
Written: December 27, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
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At dawn of a place cocooned once in avarice
silver-haired savvy savor sweetness
serene symphony of silliness...
Each echo is adorned
in mirrors of moments whilom
Still, the illness remains a threat
Silhouettes shaped by streetlight gloom.
Luigi Mangione delivers an arcane calix
crestfallen at awe-in junction of cathartic pain,
mark of jeopardy, spirits who stumbled
amid intricate twists of a complex web
where wellness waltzs whimsically as demon
sibylline, errorless, and suave
flimsy fusion of flux and mellifluous maunder.
Let us linger in lurched odds of yeender,
covenant, of concept, and courtesy
firm freedom fetching fairness for all.
seeking serenity in the scripts of statutes.
Yet we wonder, wrapped in a
whirlwind of wearying red tape
frailty of fitness, a puzzling paradox
where reviews reverberate as an epiphany
as doctors and designs decide the merit
yesterday's valiant victors,
confront morrow's troubling disregard.
Oh, the convoluted challenges of continuing!
a clock clicks constantly in the foreground
each tick teases the transience of time
whilst systems swirl swiftly shift and shape
to the tempo of transition, a thrum of turmoil
In a society that shuns, or selects to shun,
figures featuring fervent faces, fates at stake.
We stand strong, side by side, in such a struggle
amid a wave of apathy and regulations
the price of wellness is presented plainly
a burden of broad-based break bears our back
yet, we discover dynamism in togetherness
a steadfast strength of souls have survived storms
in chuckles of cherished seniors, once more liberated.
As we ascend from the abyssal katabatic,
let us linger on the lessons learned
a frailty of life, a grace of guardianship
and let Luigi’s manifesto heard an odyssey
a clarion call for a fairer future
where the weak are warmly welcomed
and the whispers of a wretched world
weave a wondrous wave of wellness.
My heart sometimes trembles
As I remember…
All the ways He has blessed me
The times He has helped me
All the ways He has comforted me
The times He has reassured me
All the ways He has sheltered me
The times He has upheld me
All the ways He has corrected me
The times He has accepted me
All the ways He has brought grace to me
The times He has supported me
All the ways He has filled me with peace
The times He has called me His disciple
All the ways He has enlightened my soul
The times He has strengthened me
All the ways He has silenced my worries
The times He has brightened my thoughts
All the ways He has brought hope to me
The times He has relieved my grief
All the ways He has directed me to light
The times He brought me out of the dark
All the ways He has colored me in kindness
The times He has rained down joy for me
All the ways He has lightened my load
The times He has calmed my soul
All the ways He has consoled my spirit
The times He has eased my depression
All the times He has left me with a smile
The times He has loved me like His child
All the times He has promised me hope
The times He has erased all my doubt
All the times He has given me a chance
The times He whispered pleasure through me
All the times He made my heart beat wildly
The times He brought me laughter to cheer me
All the times He sent His spirit to inspire me
The times He urged me to know Him personally
My heart sometimes trembles…
As I remember…
All the times His grace persuaded my faith
The times I was lost when He found me
The times when I was confused…
And He reminded me His word would bring me…
Out of the shadows to the awareness of a love…
A love that restores each heart with the miracle
Of the One who came to deliver souls from anguish
Repair torn hearts and return spirits with hope
That knows, because He is alive, we can survive
The pain and sorrow, the struggle with worry
Every frailty and weakness that interrupts peace
My heart sometimes trembles…
As I remember…
His love is the answer… His love is eternal!
October 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 10-11
Key Verse – Acts 10:15 And the voice spake unto him again the second time, What God hath cleansed, that call not thou common.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LIFE CLEANSER
Lord God, You are my life Cleanser
Who sanctifies me with Your truth’s authority
Thank You for drawing my heart nigh to You for my earnest spirituality
Since You redeemed me throughout eternity…
I need You to uphold my integrity against carnal frailty.
Lord God, You are my life Cleanser
Who purges me by Your purification
Thank You for accompanying my foot steps toward Your direction
Since You saved me from hell’s condemnation…
I need You to answer my fervent prayer and supplication.
Lord God, You are my life Cleanser
Who leads me to obey Your commandment
Thank You for working in my growth and development
Since You justified me with Your sacrifice-fulfillment…
I need You to satisfy my serene contentment.
Lord God, You are my life Cleanser
Who enables me with Your anointing
Thank You for allowing my ministry involvement by Your instructing
Since You regenerated me toward heavenly uplifting…
I need You to guard my devotion from fainting.
Lord God, You are my life Cleanser
Who washes me through Your Word
Thank You for protecting my commitment with Your divine sword
Since You instilled in me Your immutable record…
I need You to beautify my testimony along service-ford.
Lord God, You are my life Cleanser
Who secures me in Your holiness constantly
Thank You for granting my repentance Your forgiveness completely
Since You pardoned me against sin-wages with Your grace lovingly…
I need You to propel my perseverance joyously.
Lord God, You are my life Cleanser
Who keeps me in Your care’s steadfastness
Thank You for strengthening my faith toward diligent stewardship fruitfulness
Since You sealed me with the Holy Spirit’s fervent zealousness…
I need You to accept my offerings, marked by trust and meekness.
October 18, 2023
I am not sure I feel pain anymore
Perhaps it is the numbness in my soul
Stricken by the frailty of my heart
That has mercilessly been an object
Of exhibition from dry bones
Perhaps it is the gruesome discord
Between reality and my will to accept
That failure is not only for the faint
That it is also a subject of vicious patterns
That slowly engulfs a vivacious mind
Like the early stages of a malignant tumor
Saints wonder why my heart never bleeds
Perhaps no blood runs in my veins anymore
Only the colorless liquid from morning dew
That hugs my skin with fresh new dawn
Yes perhaps the hope of yesterday
Will be my rhythm for a new tomorrow
Perhaps the epilepsy in my life will pass
Yes, it will disappear like a fleeting dream
Friends ask why I don’t cry anymore
I tell them it is not the stiffness of my heart
But the pain beyond endurance in my soul
A pain so excruciating it can handle no tear
Perhaps I must live so others can live beyond
Perhaps I must fight that others may win the battle
Perhaps I must catch a glimpse of glory bright
Perhaps I must blink away the restless winds
That others may settle in the bliss of heavenly truth
Heavens asked why I pray no more
Perhaps my life can no longer be a museum of eternity
Yet at the same time be manipulated
By short circuits of shame and outright rejection
Perhaps the bullets of abrupt loss
Have left too any holes in my life
Perhaps my heavenly possession is more abstract
Perhaps I am not sure what to tell daddy anymore
Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day
And perhaps tomorrow will never come
Perhaps I will wake up one morning
And all this will be but just another dream
They all ask why I am always smiling
Perhaps it’s the little girl in me
That never lost her innocence and simplicity
Perhaps it is the little voice in me
That always wants to sing jingle bells for Christmas
Perhaps it’s the little faith in me
That still wants to see the promise of heaven
Perhaps I am still waiting for the best of times
Perhaps I am the best of times