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June 24 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 17
Key Verse – Proverbs 17:3 The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold: but the LORD trieth the hearts.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR TRYING MY HEART
Thank You for trying my heart for character-development
Making me submissive toward Your commandment
While You uphold me in my commitment
As I do my part for Your kingdom’s advancement.
Thank You for trying my heart for faith-strengthening
Making me steadfast with Your refining
While You protect me against sinning
As I shine by Your light’s brightening.
Thank You for trying my heart for soul-compassion
Making me concerned for others’ salvation
While You motivate me in Your redemption’s jubilation
As I trust Your authority’s direction.
Thank You for trying my heart for spirit-revival
Making me fervent with Your fire’s upheaval
While You warm me around Your fellowship’s festival
As I wait for Your grand arrival.
Thank You for trying my heart for mind-humility
Making me submissive toward Your commandment
While You uphold my faith’s commitment
As I do my part for Your kingdom-advancement.
Thank You for trying my heart for service-fruitfulness
Making me joyful to reap labour-harvests’ bountifulness
While You encourage me for diligent purposefulness
As I continue in Your goodness’ willingness.
June 24, 2022
The Trembling Best
I lay my heart upon the altar of the daily, grinding task,
Trying to be everything that the world and heavens ask.
I pour out every ounce of will, I stretch the tether thin,
Fighting back the hollow voice that whispers from within.
I give the best I have to give, with shaking, tired hands,
Tilling soil that feels like ash across the desert lands.
But even as I labor, there’s a phantom at my side,
A shadow born of all the times my spirit had to hide.
I am haunted by the "not enough," the fear I’ll miss the mark,
A flicker of uncertainty that shivers in the dark.
I wonder if they see the seams, the cracks within the mold,
The shivering of a person who is trying to be bold.
It’s an aching, heavy burden to be trying with your all,
While waiting for the gravity that dictates you must fall.
I second-guess the kindness and I over-read the stare,
Searching for a judgment in the very literal air.
I am a builder on a cliffside, working through the gale,
Terrified that everything I touch is bound to fail.
Yet I keep the hammer moving, and I keep the vision true,
Even when the doubt is thick and hides the open blue.
For there is a quiet courage in the person who persists,
While fighting through the inner fog and the psychological mists.
My best may feel like glass today, fragile, sharp, and clear,
But I’m standing in the furnace, and I’m working through the fear.
I’ll offer up this effort, though it’s wrapped in worry's chain,
And trust that God can see the gold beneath the mental strain.
I am insecure and striving, I am weary and I’m real—
A soul that’s learning how to trust the very things I feel.
We met on a walk of very hot coals.
We fell in love and hatred together.
It seems we sold the furnace our souls.
Can burning passion stay lit forever?
I love you with every pulse of my heart.
Yet, you cast me out with your whole being.
Now you tell me you loved me from the start.
In this affair, seeing is believing.
Our contact leads to third degree burns.
After kissing we run for ice water.
Our romance is where liquid rock churns.
Places of calm become filled with squalor.
A nice, soothing warmth keeps us together.
In winter we wear no hats, gloves, or coats.
We bathe in the freezing cold ice water.
We observe Arctic wild life and journal notes.
This scorched passion heats any winter storm.
Despite fire's chaos, we will stay warm.
Fire
Fire burns using and exhausting fuel,
If furious, outrageous and cruel,
Rigorous flames can even destroy furnace.
Enchanting flares in blazing elegance.
Hydrogen is burning in the fire ball Sun.
Molecules break into those of Helium.
Reaction is nothing but Nuclear Fission.
Nuclear explosion follows at random.
Friction of dry leaves or twigs causes forest fire.
Instant ignition can lead devastating turbulence.
Frightened animals, prey or killer flee together.
Fire is extinguished slowly, natural occurrence.
Fire of mind chases fear raising drooping head higher,
boosting heart, strengthening soul, fire the purifier.
BEAST OF FIRE
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
A sizzling lightning bolt
Spears towards earth
Contacts the ground
Scorches, sparks fly
…
Ignites the mass of fuel
On the forest floor
Flames flicker… burst into life
A deadly fire is born
…
Tentacles of flames spread
Consume fuel, generate heat and flame
The fires energy now a furnace
Likened to middle earth
…
Flames and smoke reach to the sky
Bursting the tree canopy alight
Fanned by internal winds
A cataclysm… a raging inferno
…
Out of control feeding on an abundance of fuel
The fire races consumes everything in its path
Spreading fear to inhabitants living in the hills
Unabated the fire an uncontrollable beast
…
The fire rages… turning days into nights
Leaving behind a desert of burned earth
Incinerated animals lay smouldering
Losses of immense proportions
…
The aftermath whence the beast was tamed
Will be felt for many years to come
Thankful there has been no loss of Human life
But we know the beast of fire will return
My body is slow to wake,
My eyes closed to the early morning light,
the house so quiet, the furnace just kicked on.
No where to go, no one to talk to, why get up?
Just the same old day nothing to do, feeling so empty my soul is asleep, birds starting their song, I’ve got nothing left to give.
My circle is gone, ambitions vanished, where are my listeners, readers of my poems? I often feel as if I’m talking to myself, at least I know what to expect, my mom lays to rest, silent graveyard, her soul is in heaven, wish I was too.
Everyone is too busy, no longing to go outside, only the fall wind, sunshine would greet me, God I’m sorry for my words for I know you love me, a third wheel I am feeling deep inside, I saw him briefly Saturday night, a newly crowned sheep he had on his arm, He is doing the Lords work, the Shepard he left, perhaps to follow Him.
Dawn has barely risen above the baren trees across the street, only the few golden leaves tip of the trees my eyes can see..
No noise I hear, warm furnace blows silently, warm and dry are my family…. My stomach yearns for food, yet here I sit, staring out to the early morning ground.
Walls, roof over our heads, clothes upon our backs, give thanks to God, yet no happy thoughts I feel, for I feel like the unsheltered upon the streets, covered in cardboard boxes as their house, my blessings I have but no glory I feel, money, education, pressure to succeed, be the next best employee, will it ever end?
People young and old, grandpas, sons, daughters, the forgotten, unheard, to the streets they trod, what was their mistakes they made, who unheard them. I have the necessities yet….. I see, feel their souls crushed, cold like a Bitter November wind,, piercing through a warm winter rain. Drugs, alcohol soothe their hardened souls, friends family have turned their evil eye to their needs.
Sheltered yet alone, my heart hurts for those who are bundled up in what ever their lost souls can find, “Friends have come, gone, no amount of money can replace my aching soul, my eye I turn to them, “What right do I have to live in comfort”?
6/5/17
Having separate decisions
And on our own missions
Seeing a different image
Me and boy got in a scrimmage
Like it was a privilege
Following or going against traditions
Whether or not believing in religions
On a planet with high gas emissions
And so many opinions
It may be unscripted
Or need to be encrypted
Not going to be the one who quitted
Or is getting continually outwitted
Going to always help kindred
Before and/or after dirt was sifted
Got into another skirmish
With those that didn't want to see me flourish
So earnest
To put me underneath currents
Or inside a furnace
But I was more than ready for any deterrents
And unwilling to give up on purpose
Above or below the Earth's surface
Your love is lost your heart is shattered
mosaicked by a complex of cracks,
wordy weapons leave it tattered
the battle scars of life’s attacks.
Shrouded in a blanket of pain,
you think love’s gone, remote, extinct,
in time it will rekindle again
for life and death are closely linked.
In dark despair, pique's deepest cold
is thawed in the refiners furnace,
there love's small fruit is turned to gold
a warmth you can tenderly embrace.
There those battered shards are gently gilt
becoming a new love token,
where repaired and lovingly rebuilt
you’re more beautiful for being broken
A small hair-thin gap; this got widened like the Oman Gulf;
Life, as though within the mouth of a ghost, did get engulf;
No look; no smile; no speech; deadly movements performed like plays,
Physique and psyche moved like monsters, in deserted ways...!
Did we have unfeasible assumptions and surmises?
Like water and vessels, do our hearts change shapes and sizes?
When you happened to fall, I failed to hold you, I know well,
Have you, at my rises and falls, ever at my side, dwell...?
You counted your money; I, mine; we never counted ours,
Spending each one in our way we established our powers;
Our promises failed us; from fidelity, we were far,
Each bore in our hearts the failure of our former love's scar...!
The bedroom was our furnace; we yearned to be out of it,
From formalities and show-offs, yet, why could we not quit?
Intimacy meant just impulsive expressions of beasts,
While our bodies met, our inner minds had their other feasts...!
We're, thus, dear, in physique and psyche unbridgeable chasm,
Unbridgeable? Nay. Bridgeable with some enthusiasm;
All that we need is the willingness to live together,
Bearing a bit of the hardship of each changing weather...!!!
19 June 2023