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God painted this portrait of emerald and crimson
Soothing my soul with the brilliant and vivid
Colors of miracles caressing my heart and spirit
Breathing out whispers of sentiments that touch me
With a sense of faith in all that gives hope in this world
God graced the misty mountain morning with a touch
Of joy and inspiration that comes from discovering
Peace that knows no worry or anxiety, but fulfills dreams
With the tender embrace of rainfall that brings with it
Dancing lights of star and moon, insights into satisfaction
God welcomed these jubilant flowers that touch thoughts
With charming desires for tomorrow’s creativity and vision
Moments of encouragement colored in hues of acceptance
Prayers that come alive with amazing intuitions combining
To produce heavenly aromas of kindness felt in this place
God breathed the sparkles into the stars and light into sunshine
Flavored the gardens with delicate hands to harvest all the gifts
From this rich and raw soil which knows nothing of depression
But feels alive with all of nature’s senses and direction, the course
Toward sweet talents sent down from heaven to bless us
God’s garden was Eden, free from evil and even the least sin
Even now, on this earth, there is the feeling of purity and hope
Discovered in the tiny seeds that are planted and nourished
Bringing sprouts of loving plants which fill hearts with serenity
Tranquility that leads hearts to believe in God’s forever, eternity!
God blessed me with a garden and I feel sure He has, ever so gently,
Touched my heart with a piece of true fertility only found within
The one who believes in the Son who found Himself in the garden
Of Gethsemane, awaiting the moment when we would be spared
From the death that only He would need to experience to free us all
God gave us more than a garden when He spared us our own Gethsemane
He gave each one of us a gift of pure, phenomenal love without conditions
A love that would be the answer to every prayer, every mystery,
Love that arises when we discover the answers can only be found
In the spiritual intimacy attained with a relationship bought and paid for by Him,
Our personal Savior… The giver of all the flowers, gardens and vivid portraits
Of nature!
Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies! Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
July 30, 2020
Perfectly conceived in the Almighty’s omniscience
she was breathed with life wondrously by the Creator
granted full freedom to accomplish entrusted role
which according to the Scriptures, is “an help meet for him*.”
As such, what right has anyone to chain her?
to imprison her soul?
to enslave her being?
to diminish her feminine quality?
Completing the man by virtue of her God-granted attributes
she is vitally needed with her significance
a home can’t be a home without her
and a family devoid of her touch loses its verity.
Then why is she treated as a mere possession?
as an object of masculine’s lust?
as a darling partner to meet sexual cravings for a night?
as a comfort-giver who is not emotionally compensated?
The woman awesomely created by the Sovereign
is that lady with a unique task to perform
she can be your daughter, sister, mother, or girl friend
who’s doing her very best --- thru love's commitment of gracious trust.
Woe unto anyone who is undermining her and her personhood
mistreating her contrary to justice essence
abusing her against righteousness precept
minimizing her worth along unfair value system.
In the name of the Lord Who is the great Defender
the ultimate fortress, protector and sustainer of life...
everyone is called upon to stop chaining the woman…
since depriving her of genuine freedom means mankind’s liberty-loss.
Christ be praised for His compassion-propelled dealings
with women during His earthly ministry:
He showed them His care, forgiveness, comfort, appreciation
...brought to them healing of wellness favour
reaching-out to those grieving with mercy...
...lifted the ones humiliated publicly, granting His pardon…
rescuing their repentant souls from the condemnation of sin’s wages.
As a woman privileged to enjoy God-driven freedom bliss
I strive with faith to help advocate for human lawful rights
while praying for and assisting victims of "violence against women"
and spiritually leading them to the divine freedom Source.
*Genesis 2:23 And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.
August 31, 2020
3rd place, "Woman in chains" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 9/1/2020.
When I appear there Nature seems to
Dance and dance and dance,
When I disappear she is prone to
Weep and weep and weep.
Withdraws all clouds from sky to set a
Splendid scenery,
So that me rising from the river
Afresh may there espy.
Whether it sun or shower or snow or
Storm, when I arise
To set my arms, the setting Sun
Certainly will be there.
Women who go to the river for bathing
Choose my choicy time,
So that there they may bathe in warm and
Yellow sunshine time.
Now here a plant blossoms and blooms and
Soon another there,
Here Spring is reappearing, with her
Bring all beauties back.
Nature is dancing with her rhythmic
Steps and divine smile,
Why can't I row a boat here swaying
To and fro on waves?
The valleys wear their flowery carpets,
And the mountains are
Once again clad in colours, such this
Sylvan scene is set.
White cranes are there always on serene
Haunted islets sit,
Or stand by whiter cows there grazing
O'er the lushy green.
Suppose some Beauty glance and dance in
This wild atmosphere,
Then surely that's a dance to see, when
Mother Nature dance.
So Nature takes the pen out of my
Hands and writes for me,
May that there me, the clouds and cranes and
Cows and waves witness.
On cloudy days, practically there will be no sun to see. But it was my insistence that when I rise up after bathing in the river and look up to the sky, the sun should be there in the western horizon for me to worship. If it is a heavy raining day, I will select the time to go to the river according to when the rain will have a possibility of abating. Even on the heaviest raining days in the east, nature is benevolent enough to uncover sun at least for a few seconds. I will select this time to rise up from the river with my eyes closed and fervently wishing for father sun to be there when I open my eyes. With closed eyes when we look westward, standing river fresh, I don't know what makes it happen but the sun will always be there though sometimes be for only a few seconds. It is like this life-giver listens to fervent wishes of his off-springs and grants them.
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In the Darkness
In the darkness, I have roamed with unseen obstacles in my path. Some I have stumbled over and some have knocked me down. Some have taunted me and put fear in my heart. Some have led me astray and others have blinded my eyes. Some whisper lunacy in my ears while others have tempted me to delve in sin. Some have wounded me with words and some have mocked my innocence.
I have walked in the iniquity of sin, dabbled in the delights of desire. I have sinned and lost my innocence and have walked the road to hell. I have felt the caress of love upon my cheek but brushed it away. I have seen the glories of God’s creation but have littered upon the land. I have heard the sweet whisper of hope in my ears but have closed them to the voice of reason.
I have reached out my hand and then withdrew it. I have opened my heart then pierced it with the shaft of unbelief. I have shown kindness then replaced with cruelty. I have given love then I have turned away. I have sinned and ask for forgiveness then sinned yet the same sin again. I have praised and worshipped then I have fallen from grace. I have done all these things yet my heart still belongs to you God.
I know not perfection for I am imperfect. I know not loyalty for I am disloyal. I know not beauty for I am plain and I know not freedom for I am bound. I do know the father for he created me and the son for he saved me and the spirit for the spirit loved me and though I am led astray I look to the light to guide me home.
The light has guided me from the darkness and lit the path before me. It has removed my bonds and made me free. It has blotted out that which would blind me and led me to kneel before the throne. It has caressed my face with the
allure of hope and has given me the strength to resist the desires of sin. I look to the heavens and see the light of a great city radiant with love and peace and God I see your hands reaching out for me.
Father please forgive me for I have sinned. Please have mercy upon me for I know it is not your desire that I shall perish in the fire. Let me serve you for you
are the guiding light and the father of my savior and the giver of life. Lord wash away the dust of sin that has littered my soul and cleanse it with your holy fire for I am yours forevermore, Amen.
Terry Burns
11/21/2016
Trigger warning ?????? miscarriages mentioned
Twinkle twinkle my little miracle
You'd have been six or maybe even seven
Is that so terrible or simply ignorance is Bliss
These aren't dates I tend to try and recall not because of you,
No not at all just the loss was so god damn awful, I often think of you as you were my little miracle,
A precious parcel sent down by a whomever is the Pinnacle,
Whoever is the Giver but also remember the take of life,
I just wish he'd opted to not bestow upon me such an agony filled life,
I was told very young a family was unlikely to be,
I knew there was a possibility that I may always only be an auntie,
Apparently I screamed when they told me the news that day
That memory doesn't resonate in my mind,
What does is everything going numb,
You find yourself just staring away,
But in a few days that went away,
However what's left is this hole that's been nored away bit by bit out of your heart,
It's as if someone's shaking you awake without the faculties you need to stop yourself from falling apart,
Nothing ever fills that hole you know believe me I've tried,
There's always a yearning maybe a gap will always reside,
Now you were clinically medically just a little precious diamond twinkle,
So people will no doubt ridicule and call me delusional,
Or crazy, ridiculous I could literally list every label,
But I don't care because my heart has never again been a full muscle,
Maybe it's so your diamond light can twinkle through and serve as a memory,
That for a split second in time you made me the happiest and richest mommy there could be,
Although you never made it here to meet me
Because you were my shooting twinkling star a one in a million my little miracle,
I think I'd prefer to remember you like this on your anniversary,
Than to keep recalling the horror, the pain of the days tragedy,
Who knows maybe in time it will serve as a remedy and maybe not just for me,
Regardless of what week or what stage you have a miscarriage it is still the loss of your twinkling miracle,
Who gave you the happiness of being a mummy or Daddy, even if only briefly, it was real for you, Just like it was real for me too.
Copyright © Sarah Cope | Year Posted 2023
Sarah cope 05/06/23
Sponsor Julia Ward
Contest Name A Diamond of Time
Life is all about family and love.
July 20, 1969, this day in history
Astronaut Neil Armstrong walked on moon, 240,000 miles
From Earth, a billion people
Listening at home:
“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”
This same day near midnight
A small town in Taiwan island, a baby
Was born. I was born!
This clinic nurse in the lobby
Told my grandmother: “It’s a girl.”
Disappointing granny then
Turned around and went on home: without hesitation.
Everyone wished I
Was a boy!
Life is all about family and love.
Introspective, peacemaker, stammering, am I so.
My order sister
Too, born as a special child. She
Blames my mother granting me a prettier face. She
Demands everyone rewarding her undivided attention. I
Pretended permitting her full control over me – until, I
Ceased pretending!
A blessing or a curse, am I not.
Lack of nurturing,
false, no one – mom and dad did their very best.
Celebrate. I am the pretty one.
Life is all about family and love.
Grounded, stubborn, fearless, am I so.
Sunrise; sundown; circle of seasons,
presenting the most powerful version of me – fiercely, am I not.
Schooling, work, duty, responsibility, I am so.
Tearful five years of family revolution – a summon
From entropy, chaos! Three people
again one – the disgraceful one as I
was named!
Shocking, awakening, baffling, agonizing,
Life is all about family and love.
Eccentric, curious creature, solitude endeavor, am I so.
A grateful heart roaring
Abundant resources, reaching
Extraordinary heights, a lifetime student, am I not.
Millions of mistakes. Countless mis-turns.
Knowledge applied become wisdom.
Walking this lonely road missing
A mentor. Not a road less traveled, but
A road worth travels.
Life is all about family and love.
Ecstatic, untethered, blissed soul, am I so.
My father – a giver, a protector,
a provider – kindest man on earth.
Along the way, without permission, his little girl makes him proud.
Truly my father’s daughter. I am so!
Redeem mother’s homemade
Cooking once more. That’s one
Small step for the self-chained mother, one giant leap
For a tranquil daughter.
Life is all about family and love -- forgivingly.
November 5 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Corinthians 3-4
Key Verse – 1Corinthians 3:7 So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY FAITH-INCREASE GIVER
Lord God, You are my faith-increase Giver,
substantially feeding me with Your provision
Thank You for sufficing me against murmuring by Your satisfaction
Forgive me for not believing Your need meeting-function…
Please brace up my spirituality toward heavenly productivity-fruition.
Lord God, You are my faith-increase Giver,
securely planting me in Your contentment
Thank You for watering me so I can grow by Your nurturing enablement
Forgive me for not maximizing Your grace-propped empowerment…
Please uphold my commitment for Your favoured accomplishment.
Lord God, You are my faith-increase Giver,
strongly building me up by Your might
Thank You for illumining me with Your Scriptures’ light
Forgive me for not working well according to what is right…
Please cleanse my temple where Your Holy Ghost dwells day and night.
Lord God, You are my faith-increase Giver,
sturdily guiding me with Your wisdom
Thank You for inviting me to participate for the advancement of Your kingdom
Forgive me for not enjoying in Your will because of my carnal boredom…
Please instill in my virtue genuine love to serve You with blessed freedom.
Lord God, You are my faith-increase Giver,
steadily reigning over me with Your goodness
Thank You for teaching me dependence to Your trustworthiness
Forgive me for not blooming because of my slothfulness…
Please nourish my growth against interfering worldliness.
Lord God, You are my faith-increase Giver,
soberly instructing me by Your Word
Thank You for directing me to stay in Your truth of divine record
Forgive me for not obeying Your ways along the Spirit’s sword…
Please shield my heart from deceit that brings fellowship-discord.
Lord God, You are my faith-increase Giver,
straightly ministering to me as Your steward
Thank You for assuring me Your triumph for sacrifices’ full reward
Forgive me for not trusting You in my unbelief as I slide backward…
Please protect my steps as I follow You in marching forward.
November 5, 2023
He soothes my mind
Like a gentle rain falling
Kissing naked skin
With nurturing from Him
The Creator of time
The Giver of insight
The Power of winds and tide
Praise pours from me, sprinkling
In small verses of joy
Inspirations of adoration
For the One who knows
My heart, my soul, my dreams
The way I feel and the way I breathe
A prayer of faith to Him, my Savior
Whenever I chase grace – roaming
The scriptures with a need for His
Gift of wisdom, truth, brilliance
Psalms cling to my thoughts
Whispering miracles and hope
Coloring me in hues of stardust
Warmth, lavender lights so soft
They reflect only the fresh songs
Of oceanic applause rejoicing
Singing comfort through my reveries
In a chorus of beautiful, clean scents
A delicate love woven through humility
Chastening rumors and hearsay
Refusing the darkness of a tongue
Sated by lies and deceptions, slanders
Sliding down the throats of swindlers
Who never take the truth to heart
Where it will bring salvation to a soul
Longing for God’s gifts of the spirit
So dazzling they radiate across lives
Shining like moon and stars on the night
There is the black hole of evil’s darkness
And there is the light of good’s enchantment
Only the Savior of heaven and earth can tell
Where to escape the fires of pain and dread
Come to the quiet redemption of the one
Who knows that God is still on the throne
And He is still controlling it all, even the dark
Deep inside, where heart and soul collide
There is a sense of assurance and hope
Promises to the one who sincerely believes
The word of God, the sacred writings
Welcoming needs – wants and aspirations
Confidence in the truth that will reveal
Answers from God to those who simply read
The directions found in this book of faith
A bible filled with an amazing, living grace
He silences all of my fears
With light that fills shadows
Dreams in vibrant shades of pleasure
Glorifies the One who died for my soul
And taught me that love is an open door
For anyone who will come hungry
And give Him the chance to fill them
With a peace that is alive and revives
Even the dead hopes that tremble
On the edge of a dewdrop so tender
With God, being vulnerable
Doesn’t mean you’re weak
With God, being vulnerable
Means that you can finally see!
People don’t think of you the way that you like
who do you think you’re conning when talking all that ite
blagging everybody you come into contact with
proud of the first opportunity to take advantage of gifts
boasting about your blagging skills as if you ain’t known as a blagger who can’t be trusted with anything always a late giver backer
when the first impression you make shifts to a shady replacement
to never reappear after that first meeting you’re different
and when debts ain’t paid you never blame yourself
you go and point incompetence at somebody else
so it’s never your fault and therefore cannot be helped
treating friends unfair
until there ain’t no one there
because you just don’t care
but in your stories you swear
that you’re selfless and prepared
to save everyone who is facing despair
after blaming the individual for their own fate
comparing the fact you made decisions that they ain’t
because you make the right choices and have superior vision
sounding authentic to those who don’t expect to hear fibbing
and when you big yourself up there’s also somebody digging
and though they helped you back up you forget that as you kick ‘em
saying you wanna help as you continue to hit ‘em
acting like it’s all their fault as you leak criticism
combined with a sad face to ensure the sympathy’s given
because you lost a mate
when they fell into this place
but last month they were fake
and it was too much to take
for now they’re nowhere to trace
as they avoid you with hate
as you remove yourself
from any involvement or blame
and act all confused
saying they must be insane
because to not like you
must mean they haven’t a brain
and then you emphasis this point
by saying they’re the slow train
who you have to help by shining
a light that explains
the simplest interactions
that they take the wrong way
in fact if you speak to your friend
they would be right as rain
as the fact they don’t like you
is their stupid mistake
The narcissist in you evident
cold twisted malevolent
suffering though you’re innocent
from someone far less intelligent
now confused by developments
believing things deemed irrelevant
a friend you’ll save cus you’re brilliant
despite the painful experience
I watch the calm water ebb and flow
Like time trickling at my naked, tired feet
I feel the passing of things I know
And my heart is bereft with love's defeat
You felt the tug of the wind and left me
Before I was willing to let you go
And there is only a brown stain to show
An empty carpet gaping up at me.
Mikhail, again and again I dream
If only I had done this, or that way
Think, or day light gave me just a gleam
Of your fate that I could cause disarray
To whatever purpose made this divide
And made a father suddenly so gray
And dim the light of hope's forever day
While sorrow ebbs and flows with gall and tide
My son, my son, deaf the ears of life
And mute eternity when now I call
How sharp in me turn and turn the knife
How helplessly a young fruit may fall
And leave a barren tree, or gnarled my heart
Most of all, with all your rich prospects gone
Nor any to replace you, my dark dawn
Begets the thorn and life just falls apart.
So the little scholar is no more
My science genius, my business star
No longer races me to the shore
Or play here, or write the healing of scar
And shame against a race most noble name
Like morning mist vanishes with the sun
Or grass or flower when their time is done
So went you from me, and I'm not the same.
Your heart was my heart and we were one
You were my only castle against the cold
Your dream was my dream, you were my son
The giver of mirth to the fractured fold
You made the world believe, and love endure
What right that death should take a life so young
Or fate keep silence now with barren tongue
Or we no better than leaves I stand among?
Did God breathe breath in dust just for this
That I once born forever dies, and dead
Cancel his purpose, do we exist
Like a game played, like a bright dream fled
Which neither reason nor scheme can recall
And like the leaves that shrine my dusty feet
Forget you only when I rot complete
Or must we pass before to hear his call?
Death is so vulgar, death is so rude
Death is so brutal and parting us vile
To dare on our sweetest times intrude
And make us common mulch in common soil
Even my boy, my pride, my joy aflame
The one at trumpet blow I wait to see
Death took you, and nothing shall comfort me
Except to hear the angel call your name.