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The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word
for it's understanding the habitation has stirred
softly upon spirit we listen to it's call
comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small
Can you understand the wise man's riddle
apprehend interpretation the narratives trail
from beginning to end surround the middle
without understanding it's Truth you may fail
Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed
the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed
to many have reached a state of complacency
the cares of this life has choked ability
You lead upon paths unknown
a flight those having wings have flown
I tell you upon the rise of each day
that you must lead and show us the way
Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me
for I am lost to the flock without thee
My Lord and my God you have called us out
faith in you but confidence in self do doubt
With every gesture you affirm the way
yet evermore before me do my sins lay
I look around upon those I do see
whose lives are worth much more than me
The seventh day Jehovah has blessed
where mankind will enter into his rest
abundance of joy will fill the earth
as Gods Kingdom has given birth
The fruit of her labor is worldwide
she will wipe the tears her children have cried
Gods woman has brought forth Life
she will train the children remove their strife
You are God from the womb of my mother
have preserved me from violence of brother
your handmaiden as captive I serve
given more than anyone here deserve
I listen to the music of your call
understand I grace given since fall
for to live is Christ and to die gain
and within the hand of your Love remain
Forsake me not when I reach that hour
frail woman in mankind has not power
give me courage so I don't therein cower
for I have beheld the future from your tower
Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord
our seas turned to glass when we do as asked
neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal
all thinking given you and insight given true
Hold me close and in your arms
for hear I do the trumpets alarms
you have signified my death
for those you love I give my breath
Hold my hand on the path you take
for I am weak and easily brake
a thing that is soft and frail
for those you love like Lord impale
Now I know the path to you
by example your loved showed true
willing I am to give you my life
like anointed Son did for wife
source JOHN 3:16 Romans 12:1-2
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
On this day when
One walks outside
The fumes are coming off the roads
The mountains appear full of smoke
Dust is flying around seeking relief
Many seek for shade but none found
Oh, ye clouds that look promising
But they pass by
The earth is in thirst
Suffering for the sins of man
But for those which seek
Beyond their horizon
The living water is found within
Springing forth new life
No longer seeking outwardly
But inwardly to manifest
The Lord's unseen fountain
That is in our midst
Producing fruit of the spirit
“In that day the mountains will drip new wine, and the hills will flow with milk; all the ravines of Judah will run with water. A fountain will flow out of the Lord’s house and will water the valley of acacias.
Joel 3:18 NIV
“On that day a fountain will be opened to the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem, to cleanse them from sin and impurity.
Zechariah 13:1 NIV
Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.”
John 7:38 NIV
Form:
What is...it?
It...is all that is or will ever be
as man seeks his own perfection
It...is the perception man has of his works
and... it...is his reasoned decisions
that have given rise to the fruit of his labors
It...is time, unconcerned
as we pass through unnoticed
in the exaltation of our deeds
and... it...is the calamities
born from our own hands
It...is nothing, it...is everything
whether imagined or created
both profound in our understanding
It...is, and is not a thing
rather... it... is the weight
we give to the importance of our wants and needs
to whatever we decide ...it ...is
It...is a truth...it... is a lie
and...it... can mean anything
it...is and will always be
until...it...is no more
11/24/17 contest IT
642.
Meditation on the 2nd Sorrowful Mystery:
The Scourging at the Pillar
By the betrayal of Judas Iscariot, Jesus was arrested
(Then by Caiaphas the High Priest He was interrogated)
When being Son of God He affirmed
(The High Priest tore His clothes & said He blasphemed)
This is the 2nd Sorrowful Mystery – The Scourging at the Pillar
And Jesus was turned over to Pilate the Roman Governor
(Who claimed having found no fault on the accused's demeanor)
Yet, Pilate still had Jesus be scourged due to people's persuasion
(And claimed having no responsibility for Jesus' blood thereon)
The fruit of this mystery – Purity
Oh God who had handed down Thy Son to murderous people
(What a terrifying fate, a tribulation so terrible)
The God whose sacred body was flagellated
(Whose precious blood for us all was shed)
As “The Scourging at the Pillar” had shown “Purity”
Lord God, like in “The Scourging at the Pillar”, let us be purified
(By the blood of the One Thou hast sanctified)
Like Jesus Christ who gave Himself up to flagellation
(We surrender ourselves to torment for purification)
Praise God! We realized “Purity” through the 2nd Sorrowful Mystery.
-04/16/2019 (Holy Tuesday)
*Meditations on the Mysteries of the Holy Rosary
Fruitlet is dangling on branches of trees.
Trees’ branches bearing leaves.
Leaves, green, yellow or brown dwindling.
Dwindling due to vicious strong winds raging.
At the tree’s foot, rotten leaves and fruit snooze.
Leaves snoozing dead fertilize the earth.
Earth to receive falling fruit to break.
To break and deliver her stone alive.
Alive, stone will sprout and feed on dead meadow.
Dead meadow grass will fodder fruitlet’s stone.
Stone to spring young from rotten ovary;
Ovary’s filth to produce a clean shrub.
Shrub, cruel humans will chopper.
Chopper to assassinate mother trees.
Mother trees who are the ecosystem.
Ecosystem agonizing human’s vicious attitudes;
Vicious attitudes of us hominids shatter the lot.
Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho
During the fall overwhelmed with crisp air,
Is a time where I like to share,
A treat with my sweetest love,
While we gaze far above,
Underneath the late noon sky,
After the bugs don’t want to fly,
I can enjoy the time we share,
As the cool breeze blows my hair,
Laying down on Satin sheets,
In the grass our eyes do meet,
Eating fruit from the vine,
A glass of Merlo adds to our dine,
Purple, pink, reds and blues,
A canvas painted just for two,
Sounds of leaves whispering as they meet,
Glorious birds harmonizing beats,
Marching ants finishing up their day,
Alongside where we lay,
souls are restored by the silent lake,
Nature gives, it does not take,
Quiet reflection of our day,
A picnic in the fall is the best way!
5-10-11
52.
My 9th Leaf
Got thee from small vase
Old décor replace
Host plant of 1st Leaf
Thrown away no grief
Diff'rent “fortune” plant
Planted by father
Installed there after
I was there when placed
A little so fazed
First leaf's host no more
Third day October
Sunset was nearer
While feeling not well
I'm under cold spell
Drinking I fruit juice
Just inside our house
Living room, oh browse
On vase first leaf was
‘Lil water still has
Buddhas adjacent
Simple day only
Not planned – truthfully
Just went to Passi
Withdrew some money
Wilted 1st Leaf host.
-10/03/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
Sparrow song
Short arias;
Dawn flings the sun
Mealtime devotion
Homely food culture;
Spreading tender loving care
Cardiac stretching
Workout a sweat;
Brisk walking track
Lazy afternoon
Somnolent feelings;
In-between home movie
Curious eyes
Spy happenings;
Car park commotion
Marriage invitation
Posh banquet awaits;
Timely celebration
Old lovers strolling
Mellow smiles sketch;
Vistas aged like wine
Water colour skies
Sudden downpour flushing;
Redecorating new hues
Newspaper vendor
Talkative as usual;
Everyday economics
Corner fruit stall
So many varieties;
Choosy customers
Leon Enriquez
13 July 2014
Singapore
It took him two trips to set it all up.
He kept it simple, just the way he thought she'd like it.
A basket of fruit and Ritz crackers.
Ham and cheese sandwiches,
and her favorite, a giant wedge of orange chocolate.
He did splurge a bit
on the bottle of pink champagne and a spray of red roses.
He hid the question and the humble little ring
in the knot of an old birch tree...
Pleased by the way it all turned out,
he headed for the edge of the meadow.
to take a simple man's pee...
Thinking about how she'd been
a little bit off and distant lately,
Upwind and just to the side, there was a large crack of brush.
His heart nearly came off its tracks.
Grizzly quickly flashed across his mind.
He was relieved when mamma dear and her yearling
tip-doed into the sunlit clearing.
Mamma dear shyly plucked a juicy Granny Smith from the picnic basket.
The yearling preferred a clementine.
The wind suddenly shifted-they bounded off into the thicket.
With a silent thank you, lost upon the breeze.
The sun was a couple of hours past its prime.
When he finally realized she wasn't coming.
So, he drank a half bottle of pink disappointment.
Gorged on the chunk of orange chocolate.
He gathered up the broken picnic for one.
He left the rest of the fruit and spray of roses
to the skinny doe and her yearling.
He grabbed back the ring
from the heart of the old birch tree.
He crashed down the mountain, with champagne mouth,
Heading for the valley of explanation.
The best friend held her tight, dried her tears
but after a six-pack and some cheap weed.
They both had a big belly laugh
when he told her that the
"Cheap Teenie weenie grease monkey ring",
was probably forever lost
in the butt of that old birch tree.
Within a season she left both grease monkeys
and their Teenie weenie rings-
She headed down the mountain for glitter town
married a man with a big sharp house
clean hands and a big city ring-
Poem 4
Olive Rabedew
1895-1911
Trudy and I both knew
Both knew and experienced
The voracious vertigo of secret love.
Homework was done together
In the soft lamplight
Of crisp autumn nights.
Plaid ginghams were sewn together
In the wilting afternoon sunlight
Of long forgotten summer days.
Hand-held strolls were surreptitiously taken
In the forbidden fields, and
In the concealed canyons.
Pursed caresses were exchanged
In the innocent dooryards, and
In the curious kitchens
Behind closed oaken doors.
But our Lord decreed in 1911
That our love would desist.
That our intense times together
Would terminate for eternity.
Trudy dearest, let it be known now:
True love is a blossoming tree
Which yields many kinds of fruit.
Our harvest together then,
Is our legacy, Our last
And final stand for freedom.