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February 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 13-16
Key Verse– Numbers 13:1-2 And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, Send thou men, that they may search the land of Canaan, which I give unto the children of Israel…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SEARCH GUARANTOR
Lord God, You are my search Guarantor with Your commandment
Thank You for letting me go up toward the mountain of spiritual fulfillment
To dwell therein upon the strongholds of Your empowerment
Being of good courage in bringing to You the fruit of my commitment.
Lord God, You are my search Guarantor with Your guidance
Thank You for letting me ascend toward the hill of sin-avoidance
To find Your brook of blessings’ abundance
Being of virtuous conduct in exalting You during worship attendance.
Lord God, You are my search Guarantor with Your exhortation
Thank You for letting me reach Your land of milk and honey-provision
To delight in Your bread of goodness-satisfaction
Being of steadfast faith in trusting Your sovereign direction.
Lord God, You are my search Guarantor with Your mercy
Thank You for letting me beseech You in my valley’s need-urgency
To receive Your pardon for my confessed sins, as I beg for Your clemency
Being of humble heart in obeying You by Your love’s fervency.
Lord God, You are my search Guarantor with Your wisdom
Thank You for letting me stay in Your will of heavenly freedom
To offer to You willingly my sacrifices --- always, and not just seldom
Being of ready submission in serving You along biblical Christendom.
Lord God, You are my search Guarantor with Your law’s exposure
Thank You for letting me seek Your favour of eternal treasure
To live for You by Your gracious wonders despite earthly pressure
Being of Scriptural conviction in labouring for You midst peace-filled pleasure.
Lord God, You are my search Guarantor with Your light and kindness
Thank You for letting me abide in Your tent of righteousness
To behold Your glory in Your awesome greatness
Being of redeemed soul in fleeing from plagues of sinfulness.
February 12, 2023
We master the art of feeding our doubts, with the dark enchantment of a "what if...”,
Beneath our feet grow roots that suffocate us in the fog of unanswered questions.
We don’t perish in the maze of foretold fears, signed by the oracle of cold nights,
But in the dulled and empty echo of a heart that hasn’t heard its call, its own symphony.
We speak of deaths in manuals written by fears, like soothsayers in leaves of distant tea,
And we suffer under the weight of ailments that have no name, no face, no hue.
It’s not the body that breaks under the sickly burden, but the spirit searching for its mate, forgotten,
Floating in the vast abyss of a present we have not embraced, not felt its warm kiss of the sun.
It’s not the infinite that is our bane, but the current silence that steals life from between our fingers,
Without a sweet tenderness, without the emotion of an embrace that revives all that is inert.
For danger comes not from the noise of clocks ticking imminently,
But from silent monsters, crumbled in furies and fears, gnawing at our discreet hearts.
We are not warriors in the fight with the world, but in the one within the walls of our soul,
Where thoughts break and dreams fade in the heart’s Morse code hush.
The guarantor of life is not as we believed, not when we painted our fantasies in black,
But in slender moments, scattered, in breaths forgotten on the altar of an unexplored, un-lived, abrupt "now.”
So no, we do not die from the scripts we’ve directed in our whitewashed fear,
We die from the never-ending journey, trickling through the sand of unnoticed, anonymous seconds.
We fear all that could be - a monstrous colossus, hidden in tomorrow's fog,
Yet in the end, behold, life passes us by, a falling star that never touches the whispered, sublime wishes.
in the shop with hardware and bits of wood
can make almost any man feel useful, good
a screwdriver, a drill, some papered sand
away from day-to-day, simply out of demand
just tinkering around with piddling things
the easy satisfaction messin' 'round brings
no major renovation, or building earthworks
just little improvements, near anonymous perks
unsqueaking a hinge, maybe unstick a drawer
fittingly better is what tinkering's for
whether it's the thing of attention being repaired
or the man doing the labor, it's hard to declare
so too, it can be with words on page or a screen
to ensure understanding, say exactly what you mean
a glued letter, word oiled, or nailing a phrase
brings the writer satisfaction of all he surveys
so I continue to tinker a little bit more
on a few couplet lines, with no guarantor
that I'll illicit from you, oh diligent reader
understanding or joy, from this rambling meter
but that is a small sideline to most of my tinkers
it's time tinkering matters to meandering thinkers
© Goode Guy 2011-05-23
From The Coal Mine …
Liars …
early prophets
of impending doom
(The New Room: February, 2024)
The Moment Shared
We often forget
wrapped up
in our own drama
— that everyone feels the same
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Circle Game
The purpose of war
is peace
The guarantor of peace
— is war
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Crucibles
Moss
hides the message
Whose altar
ascends
In joy’s
adulation
The pilgrimage
— ends
(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2024)
I Bequeath Thee …
Birthing a memory
o’er future and past
To carry my words
inside others to last
Birthing a memory
o’er time and space
To those still unborn
— my welcoming grace
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Four Steps
Incinerate
all kindling that burns
Articulate
the knowledge that yearns
Reciprocate
before it’s your turn
Elucidate
— each lesson hard earned
(The New Room: February, 2024)
True Fortune
Good health is loaned
— but never owned
(Deamsleep: February, 2024)
There bloomed a field of flowers wild
across a meadow bare
fallen seeds from ravens beak
there traveled free of fare
Heavens tears washed their bed
then covered a blanket spun of sun
giving life to such fragile flowers
yet to life the winters come
Thin and sheer those sheets like glass
a pretentious lens on the past
much like innocence and a human soul
like ice they crack and adapt
Seasons ever change
and beauty washes away
Tis the artistry within the wild
the knowing it will never be the same
Oh yes, one day, they'll live again
they will seem even stronger than before
finding their moments bathed in tears
but their days in the sun no guarantor
Cruel winters shall never cease to come
vanishing colors first vibrant
just like the soul exponentially broken
ebbs it's passion and soon becomes silent
One must color the path they see
one must see the hues of their dreams
for the fare is no longer free of charge
nor the number of seasons we'll see
that indian, he ain't come to town
still, summer's started windin' down
you can feel it in the air some how
this season's seasoning, time to avow
do soldiers march with cadence strident?
as sure of battles outcomes provident
as time of Sol marches across the sky
another summer season spent, gone by
still, the warmth will linger a bit more
'til Earth's tilting a cooler guarantor
that winter will soon tag this autumn
and nights long flow slow as sorghum
quarterly, we divide our seasonal pie
to save and share and partake thereby
turning our waterwheel of milling time
to something fervent, meaningful, sublime
so, i fervently wish to take this opportune
today, to share this halcyon afternoon
with you alone, ok maybe a pet or two
i love this life, i love this day, i love you
© Goode Guy 2011-08-22
Money
The most preferred content of a bulging envelope
For those with a project to develop!
A solicitation by the poor,
With sometimes bent knees on a floor.
Tempter of twenty – first century thieves
Hoping to receive the accolades of Chiefs;
Motivator of wildfire ambitions!
Rooms widening for intuitions!
A guarantor of treasured privileges,
Has had people plucked from stagnant villages;
Money is a capital concern to all bursars,
As much, the singular obsession of grabbing misers
To whom making it is pretty hard,
Once with little, turns its fierce guard!
Not itself an edible
But makes each one saleable.
The reward to tune-singing piper,
His beads of perspiration, best wiper;
The trusted charmer of a woman
To nearly all her man says “Amen”
Hateful words ring out, attacking,
Full of malice, piggybacking
On the wings of dire dogma that is narrow to the core.
And the people who are screeching
To the heavens, say their preaching
Is protected and reflected in the nation's guarantor:
'Free Speech'.
Words of hate are links of chains
That bind and burden freedom's gains;
Wrapped around a people's progress, dragging them into the mire.
Stunted in the mud encumbered,
Mankind's days are surely numbered;
Lest he can but break the bondage: to true liberty aspire -
FREE Speech!
Free all words from racist bent
To free ourselves from impairment.
For speech that is most truly free
Emancipates society.
February 29, 2016
He will guide you in what to do
What to say
Where to be
You don’t even have to wonder
Of what your next step will be
The guardian, director, guarantor
He is
He will make sure
That you will do what he wants you to do
So it’s a fail-proof decree
You don’t need to worry
Whether you are doing what He wants
He will always get what He wants
We cannot do anything
That God does not want us to do
This is His world
And we belong to Him
To love, to shine
To honor
The One who puts us here
We don’t need to be tense
Troubled, uneasy, on edge
Over the minute details
He who takes care of everything
On this earth
Can He take care of you?