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Someone told me... "You look like you're going through the most..."
Was it that bad? I didn't realize it....
My frustrations, my anger... always tucked in... never present when it matters.
It seeks the light when it's already done... when I'm depleted, destroyed, delayed...
It sits quietly for fear of disturbance...
For fear of what it could mean...
But what if...?
What if it was the sanctuary?
The freedom
The upliftment
The change needed
The whip into shape
What if?
What if a let fear drift ceaselessly away?
Drip through me
Expunge out of me
I don't need fear
Fear needs me...
And I no longer want to be needed...
Drip…Drip…Glop…Glop!
Hydrants on – water stops
Scorching heat – summer’s here
Water scarcity paves the fear!
Water for bathing and even cleaning
Ice-water chugging only for dreaming!
No water to wash clothes or dishes
Only dripping drips and glopping glops always misses
The ever-streaming fountain waters of the faucets
Scorching heat has no raindrops to even pause it!
Soaking up the summer sun is drying up the creek
Even birds dive their beak
Into bird-bathing tubs and ponds
To refresh themselves while they bond
With even puddles, swamps, and ponds!
Such is the soul that seeks not the Lord
Spirit quenches; soul deters; loss one cannot afford!
Drying heart and withering mind
Panting spirit; panting soul; never finds place to unwind!
Panic strikes fearful expectations
With no foreseeable explanations
All the signs of a soul’s dehydration!
One may feel a thinning creek seeping through
A trickle of peace painting your blues,
Dripping drops of gladness or cheer
Should one praise and feel God near
For but a single moment ‘til praise arrives to full completion
But, one’s world returns to deterred depletion!
That’s when you know something stones your resurrection!
A little explanation leading to confession is the right direction
To relieve you from further pursuit of your dehydrant frustrations!
If there’s ever a pebble stoning your way
Hindering your peace every day
Blocking your steps to stepping into God’s throne room
And blocking your sunlight with feelings of gloom,
While you find yourself entrapped in a circle of strife and fear,
And can only draw a thin-flowing creek of joy and cheer,
I’ll have you know that sins are lies
That only untie
When sin is confessed and forsaken!
Take the Word…it’s NEVER mistakin’
Truth, then, will shine its light
Forever bright
Floodgates of heaven will burst wide open
Desert Rivers and streams will halt your mopin’
When you elevate your praise to God above,
The Father of Light…The Father of Love….
“Behold! I am about to do something new; even now it is coming! Do you not see it? Indeed, I will make a way in the wilderness and streams in the desert” Isaiah 43:19
Hip hip hurray it’s our Christmas soirée
With Georgia and Mark and Hugh and Ray
This is the only time we meet
To kiss and hug and meet and greet
There’s Sam and Maureen and Fred and Doreen
And not forgetting our Great Aunt Flora
She’s unattached and lives alone
A favourite Aunt, the kids adore her
And then of course there’s Uncle Michael
Arriving on his brand new cycle
Not forgetting Freya and Joyce
Travelling in style in their vintage Rolls Royce
Of course our dearest Grandma Elsie
Who travels down to us from Chelsea
Boarding the train at Victoria Station
With a hamper of goodies from Fortnum & Mason
Dear Auntie Edna and Uncle Howard
Last year, too much food they devoured
They sat in the corner both turning bright green
With bulging great tummies ~ a sight to be seen
But for Phyllis and Jim who are both rather thin
We baked them a cake all scrumptious within
With sugars and spices and all things nices
They have now become vegans eating all things rices
My niece and my nephew Rosie and Jim
Were totally legless ~ what a state they were in
Whilst Jim with a grin drank a bottle gin
Rosie got merry with my bottle of sherry
Dora and Flora second cousins once removed
Are extremely outrageous even borderline rude
They talk about everyone else in the room
Like a coven of witches flying off on their broom
Flirtations ~ Frustrations ~ even Hospitalizations
all welcome to attend our Christmas celebrations…
Written 7th November 2018
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May 4 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Nehemiah 9-13
Key Verse – Nehemiah 9:3 And they stood up in their place, and read in the book of the law of the LORD their God one fourth part of the day; and another fourth part they confessed, and worshipped the LORD their God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY CONFESSION HEARER
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my iniquities
Thank You for forgiving me of my admitted sins and impurities
As I reveal to You my doubts, unbelief, and insecurities
While repenting for my wicked thoughts in my entreaties.
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my unfaithfulness
Thank You for pardoning me of my transgressions by Your grace and goodness
As I see my unrighteousness in the light of Your holiness
While receiving Your correction for my pride of vain haughtiness.
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my disobedience
Thank You for directing me for faith-propelled resurgence
As I realize my vexation-caused troubles due to carnal indulgence
While submitting before You my heart for surrender of meek diligence.
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my misunderstanding
Thank You for teaching me for my ministerial comprehending
As I acknowledge that Your wisdom is what I’m always needing
While offering myself to You without pretending.
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my bad attitude
Thank You for leading me toward steps of joyous gratitude
As I yield to You my stubbornness along Your might’s fortitude
While turning away from worldly stardom’s altitude.
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my lack of dedication
Thank You for purging me by Your sanctification
As I abide in Your will for my testimony’s beautification
While worshipping You with wholehearted devotion.
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my downfall
Thank You for reaching out to me whenever to You I call
As I grieve for my frustrations against fruitfulness-hall
While trusting You for me to stand faithful, spiritually tall.
May 4, 2023
We were both seniors, but he was
some 21 years my senior. Ken was
A most dear friend who passed
away a couple of years ago. I
was spilling my heart out to
him one day as we drove
along in the vehicle.
As I continued to utter my
obvious frustrations over
things I most did not WANT,
Ken popped the most pointed
question when he asked me,
"But what do you WANT?"
It was clear as day what
I did not WANT; but what I
WANTED was foggy and misty.
For a moment, my soul seemed
to have stood still as I pondered
the fact that I did not recall anyone
ever asking me, 'what I really WANTED'.
Either they did not care or they could
not see in me any sense of deep personal
desire. I think that it was the latter.
Ken had not only 'words' that ended in
a question mark. That poignant question
had a quality of tone and a heart of compassion
that registered from him to me like none that
I had experienced.
I have experienced multiple seasons in life.
Call me aimless, shiftless, and lazy if you will,
but I was compelled to look inside my soul
and conclude that I WANTED stillness, ease,
silence, poise, calm, peace, and a cessation
of dedicated activities and involvement.
I WANTED more of what Ken and I were about
on that particular day. The two of us were
part of a men's breakfast that came together
once a week for breakfast. Beyond the
breakfast, our entire affair was a morning
about anything in general and nothing in
particular. It was 'much ado about nothing'.
And in this season of my life, that was what
I really WANTED most.
121922PSCtest, Our Soul’s Wish List Poetry Contest.
Unseeking Seeker
Dedicated to Kyle, my son ... my smile
I recall many unique meals of special appeal
but one dinner replays on a fav memory reel
that I shall never forfeit or agree to forget.
This meal was years ago yet still remains clear.
I will not err as I share about this meal so dear:
1. One box of complete HELPER contents
2. Two six-ounce cans of tuna that to item one are lent
3. One can of lima beans as chosen by ingredient number four
4. One eight-year-old son excited for cooking fun
Once ingredients were gathered and patience near battered
from repeatedly explaining all preparations while choking
frustrations at ingredient four's refusal to voice them over
and over for maternal perusal, it was time to pretend with
a bent peace of mind that cooking could begin. I know,
because this is when four said with nervy ease, 'Out the
door until I'm ready to serve. Please.'
While waiting, cardiacs were avoided so dinner wasn't aborted
before four, smiling grand, served the tray held in his hands.
All dismay was forced to abate while viewing the plate.
Four's enthusiasm should not be parent zapped
just because he served unknown brown and red crap.
A smile was forced as he explained that he spiced it up
by adding his own creatively thought up stuff,
Chocolate Sheen Beans and Cinnamon Bazooka Tuna.
... CayCay
July 31, 2019
The relationship that never was
Profoundly failed just because….
Promises were never kept
Basic lack of respect
Thoughtless, heedless, grim neglect
Difficulty to connect…
Physical did not exist
Broken hearts and egos squished
Frustrations, anger slowly mixed
Unleashing such contemptuous rift…
Somewhere along was not worthwhile
Forgetting how to simply smile
Acting out and with denial
Perhaps another was fertile.
Three years gone and went to fast
Maybe not was built to last
Opportunities surpassed
Issues were and problems-vast.
Hook was fine though hole in net
All along depression crept
Paranoid of such a theft
Either one just up and left
The relationship that never was
Profoundly lived and just because…
Imagination never ceased
Fantasies always increased
Shattered hearts again were pieced
Goals are made to be reached
Passionate for more and more
Learning from what was before
Only natural to explore
Faith alone does restore
Inside hearts were truely kind
Loyality and peace of mind
Vanity had much declined
Responsibility refined
Acceptance of each others fate
Understanding the soulmate
Letting go of all the hate
Changing to negotiate
All good things weighed in stack
Having to return to track
Something else kept intact-
Always only to come back.
My muse opens my eyes to starlight, when in darkness I would cower.
~by poet
My dear muse is a faithful advisor
An ancient spirit, a writing treasure.
She guides my words, for hers are much wiser
with perception far beyond all measure.
We paint images; a pen is our brush.
Crumbled pages lie about in the den
where we huddle in thought, hour after hour.
She insists life shouldn't be lived in a rush
and smelling roses will heighten my Zen.
My muse is inspiring, a moonflower.
No vagabond muse, she's never wandered.
Nor stargazer, scanning constellations.
I always praise her for time not squandered
and cannot blame her for my frustrations
when I become distracted in mid thought.
Asleep and drifting in the midnight sky,
she fills my head with rhapsodies in dreams.
Romantic notions whispered to my heart ~
Lines for a sonnet to make readers sigh
when love is decreed beneath pale moonbeams.
More journeys than I, has my muse traveled.
Her metaphors are gifts offered to me
when I'm lost for words, a bit unraveled.
How grateful I am for her loyalty.
Without her guidance I'd surely fall short
of any claim of poetic success.
Somewhat feisty, yet whimsically droll,
urging me to write a mirthful retort.
Skillfully she directs me with finesse,
this glorious muse living in my soul.
May 25, 2022
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Theme - Person (although a muse, real to me)
I don't know why I have to talk about humiliation,
In the middle of what is supposed to be a celebration.
But my truth is that life isn't a love affair,
And sometimes becomes unfair and instill fear
Whenever we come near our success.
Yet we were not given the spirit of fear but of power love and a sound mind.
May be feeling humiliated because of how I was born,
That is like a thorn in my flesh.
But I have to get a fresh new mind,
That kind only Christ can give because no pain no gain.
Again, humiliated and frustrated by our location
That was supposed to become our limitation
Reducing us into imitations of our real selves yet we are fearfully and wonderfully made in the image and likeness of God who is above and above all,
And always in full control.
Just make God your all in all or He will be nothing at all.
Humiliated by the past failures but failure is never final and success is never ending.
I hope that when you fell you picked up something,
A lesson to better your best.
Always do your best and God will do the rest.
Let go and let God;
Let go your fears
Let go your past failures
Let go your pains
Let go your frustrations
Let go your humiliations.
Because we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us
And with God all things are possible
And we are more than conquerors
Because Him that is in us is greater than him in the world.
Humiliated, yes
But humiliated to succeed.
It's easy to set the goal, and even put the process in motion, but continuing to push forward through struggles and frustration can require a shove to help draw out that emotional leverage. ~ Leigh Wilson
Emotional happiness is a goal everyone would like to reach
but attaining that destination is not something anyone can teach.
The use of leverage is a viable solution to ignite the flames of fire,
ones to use as sparks to light the way to have the life we desire
There are several emotional concepts that I label after reflection
that can motivate us and others to live life without objection
Pride is usually thought of as a trait for which we shouldn't strive
but it can also prove to be a useful tool that can keep hope alive
for it can take a look at goals that were achieved or things done right.
A point worth making; it opens a window giving slivers of foresight
Joy is an emotion everyone feels when a goal is accomplished
Any lever can be used to amplify an advantage that can be wished
Something as simple as talking with others can make joy a reality
It's a resource to change a behavior or attitude; not a hyperbole
Hope allows us to have expectations of a life that we find fulfilling
But life often pushes back with frustrations that could use distilling
That's when we pivot, as a lever to make struggles less intimidating
By facing problems head on, seeking solutions, instead of placating
The fear factor dwells inside everyone when feeling uncertainty
or an immediate threat, but it can be levered with a bit of diversity,
a change in some areas of our lives where we experience less stress
The more advantages we can obtain, we'll feel threats much less
Anger is perhaps the biggest obstacle to having emotional well-being
but used as a leverage, it can be used as a key that allows the freeing
from threats that we experience, disrupting our sense of independency,
enabling us to feel self-compassion and toward others with clemency
Then there is the prospect of shame, used to encourage and persuade
ourselves and others to avoid an action or a decision, wrongly made
when we, or others might find out about a socially undesirable action.
Leveraging devices give gentle shoves that lead to emotional satisfaction.