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Dear Lord, look upon us graciously I humbly plea. We need you desperately in this home of the brave. Lead us from our cave of disunity in this land of the free. Contrary to what some may have thought, there are some heroes who sometimes get caught, and often don't live to tell of the battles they've fought.
We must not forget the many lessons they have taught.
Your son, The Christ, comes to mind who was captured,
unjustly accused, and tried without mercy. He was condemned and nailed to a cruel cross of pain and shame by men full of
hypocrisies and drunk with their own corruption and power.
Heroes should be defined by what they did rather than by
what was done to them, whether they fell in combat or lived to be tortured by their captors in a prison camp.
Perhaps the death of Senator McCain can draw us together. Perhaps it's time we all pause and allow our hearts to be revamped.
Perhaps it's time we still ourselves and be healed of our self-inflicted torture.
Dear Lord. Bring us to the realization that only you can restore and bring our nation together. "Unless the LORD builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless the LORD guards the city, The watchman keeps awake in vain. Psalm 127
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Words in the Wind
By Mark D. Stucky
Winds carried away the words
that Jesus, the Word made flesh,
wrote in the dust,
while sitting near a trembling woman,
who was the accused,
who was bait in a trap.
“Adultery! Law! Stone! Death!”
Harsh words hurled by vigilantes,
hushed by the breath of a single sentence,
“Let the person who is without sin hurl the first stone.”
Words from the only one who was without sin,
and the only one who did not condemn.
As accusers slunk away,
he wrote more in the dust.
What were those ephemeral words,
mysteries lost to history?
A list of the accusers’ hypocrisies?
Words of justice and mercy?
Ashes to ashes. Words to dust.
In our dustbins of history,
what do we ourselves write?
What will sum up our lives’ words
before they are lost to the world?
Words of division, judgment, and hate?
Words of healing, mercy, and grace?
Will our words hurled
into the world,
resemble swords to wound
or salve to heal?
Will our words, blown by the wind,
be words written without sin?
(First published in Clay Jar Review, 17 Aug. 2022. This poem ponders the mystery of what words Jesus wrote in the dust as recorded in John 8:1-11. See also my poems “Margin of Error,” “Weapons of Wonder,” and “What Would Jesus Tweet?”)
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When a nation cries, death rides the reaper is a stride, the loss of reasons in a Ludacris season, where men of nations think they can control the population, the feminine wild, bound to a white populist ideology of ignorance and irresponsibility.
The skeletal hands grace this nation, as technology is at play to pull its strings and prime mistakes, a nation tires to hold the flame, to regain a simpler reason a singular season, but is lost to passion parades of progressive expressions, the right hand of the fool the left hand of man, the one to bring insurrection to the crown, to our country, our town and trying to bring the nation down…
The seat of our heart, the home of our brave, we cry black tears, as the nation is bound and freedoms truncated, we wonder why our freedoms are called into question and lost to the Idiocracy, to attempt to enthrone a false theocracy of lies and hypocrites as we sit ide, hands under ass as we watch or celebrate the death of our democracy.
When a nation cries, something of ourselves dies, and death reaps as it strides, in this loss of reason, we fear a coming dry season, where men of nations think they can control and destroy, the legacies of lies, hypocrisies of the things that divide, blind us to our hearts and minds.
The truth shall prevail, the rights of humanity will be victorious, we shall not go gently into that goodnight, but reap our rewards, into the total of our dedication. The coming white will overcome. The facts will set you free!
Speak out and shout out against all types of wars.
Reject the referendum, that's a farce, a joke,
A small band-aid on a wound; that's all smoke.
Shout and speak out against the criminal dictators,
Who are bombarding their own blood,
And killing countless babies, children,
Elders, women, and very sick men.
The people need food, neither death nor mud.
Denounce the lies, the crimes and the hypocrisies.
Let the traitors know that the whole universe
Is watching and taking notes of their atrocities.
The world saw the mass graves and witnessed diverse
Other criminal and egregious acts being perpetrated
On the defenseless civilians. The flood
Of blood is everywhere; the miseries,
The hunger, the sufferings and the hatred
Environments touch the ultimate priorities.
The whole world must speak out and shout
In unison: enough is enough, enough is enough.
Stop all violence; stop the pain and the slaughter.
Let's all protest, speak out and be tough.
Let's support, encourage and honor
Friendly nations, who stand for genuine Peace
And stability throughout the five continents,
And specifically in the ever more chaotic Middle East.
Let's stand against countries where corruption, hunger,
Famine, drought and injustice serve as ingredients
Of malediction and endemic terror.
Have no fear; speak out against the evil elements.
Shout! Shout and speak out against religious wars,
Civil wars, ethnic wars, criminal wars
Illegal wars and all categories of wars.
War is hell, war is diabolic, and war is evil.
Never stop speaking out. Let's be civil
For humanity's sake, stop the violence.
Stop, stop bombarding the innocent civilians.
Respect their human rights and their dignity.
Let's speak out and protect Freedom and Liberty.
Copyright© February 2012, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
September 18 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Daniel 10-12
Key Verse – Daniel 10:12 Then said he unto me, Fear not, Daniel: for from the first day that thou didst set thine heart to understand, and to chasten thyself before thy God, thy words were heard, and I am come for thy words.
HEART THAT SETS TO UNDERSTAND THE WILL OF GOD
Our heart sets to understand the will of God against deceptions
Because of His truthful regulations
That teach us to discern misconceptions
With His wisdom, showing Biblical instructions.
Our heart sets to understand the will of God against perils
Because of His guiding anvils
That bring us toward faith-maturity hills
With His Word, assuring us promises He fulfills.
Our heart sets to understand the will of God against iniquities
Because of His holy entreaties
That protect us from tempting falsities
By His righteousness, purging guilt-causing impurities.
Our heart sets to understand the will of God against destructiveness
Because of His powerful forgiveness
That leads us to service-fruitfulness
By His blessings, pouring heavenly graciousness.
Our heart sets to understand the will of God against hypocrisies
Because of His light as well as divine mercies
That illumine us for understanding midst inconsistencies
By His revelations, exposing wrong prophecies.
Our heart sets to understand the will of God against attacks
Because of His security-packs
That deliver us from carnality-hacks
By His omniscience, governing spiritual tracks.
Our heart sets to understand the will of God against defeats
Because of His victorious treats
That pull us out from despair-seats
By His exhortation, glowing with revival heats.
September 18, 2026
February 22 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 26-27
Key Verse – Numbers 26:4 Take the sum of the people, from twenty years old and upward; as the LORD commanded Moses and the children of Israel, which went forth out of the land of Egypt.
HEART THAT OBEYS WHAT THE LORD COMMANDED
Our heart obeys what the Lord commanded us to do everyday
By His gracious dealings along our way
Despite our disobedience and willingness-delay---
Now, we ask for His help in our consecration as we pray.
Our heart obeys what the Lord commanded us for our faith’s gain
By His Scriptures’ truth along righteousness-terrain
Despite our worry and doubt that create in us pain---
Now, we seek for His power against unbelief’s strain.
Our heart obeys what the Lord commanded us, overcoming hindrances
By His miracles of omnipotent forces
Despite our hypocrisies and pretenses---
Now, we depend on His deliverance for our victory-braces.
Our heart obeys what the Lord commanded us with His grace constantly
By His merciful acts persistently
Despite our stubbornness and rebelliousness, from which we repent sincerely---
Now, we beseech for His compassion toward our devotion steadfastly.
Our heart obeys what the Lord commanded us as we trust Him at all times
By His refreshing peace many times
Despite our qualms and anxiety sometimes---
Now, we depend on His might for our revival betimes.
Our heart obeys what the Lord commanded us while we thank Him for our salvation
By His lovingkindness causing our redemption
Despite our iniquity and transgressions’ reaction---
Now, we come to His presence toward our daily sanctification.
Our heart obeys what the Lord commanded us amidst difficulty
By His purging holiness to cleanse our impurity as well as vanity
Despite our incapacity and inability---
Now, we glorify His name in our ministry-involvement with His authority.
February 22, 2026
When I distrust the hypocrisies of men and hate their society
And loathe the frivolity of thoughtless pets and brutality of beasts,
I’ll weigh the prospect of courting the salient stars,
To gaze at their beauteous smiles and frolic in their romantic treats.
The light years between us shall not be a bane,
Instead, the catalyst that makes the heart fonder.
Some dreamy stars do fall to the earth
And my soul often lifts to the skies on a swander.
As other men crawl into their faithless wives’ embrace,
I’ll desert the dark of my bedroom and walk out
Into the bush-clear grounds or any treeless space,
And there spend the long night ogling at the virgin stars.
Perhaps some galaxy will empathize with my friendless state
And cheer me up with their broad generous smiles,
And send one of them to come and be my loving mate
To end my long and lonesome wanderings in the night.
Even if no star falls to the ground within my time
I’m content to watch their clustered smiles in the sky,
For I’ll let my soul soar to their company night after night
As other men blight the earth with the curse of their cry.
The Gospels share a negative understory,
thematic across all four.
However diverse these four voices may be
in describing and delineating Messianic love,
and political-economic priorities for poor spirits,
all four are univocal with anecdotal warnings:
If you are on the supremely powerful hoarding side
referring to those less fortunate than your enlightened self
as mere cowards
and traitors
and sinners
being who they marginally are,
as they perhaps criminally are,
for acting out insanely,
as they compulsively,
but not long-term nurturingly, will,
then you are on a wrong side
of co-redemptive ecopolitical action;
the wrong side of the GoodNews Gospels.
Blaming the victims
of poverty and ecopolitical marginalization
of abuse and neglect,
of addiction and victimless criminalization,
is the Gospel-condemned hypocrisy
of desecrating Pharisees
and Sadducees,
Publicans
and other clericalist malignant Aristocrats,
Caesars breeding Mammon
rather than CoMessiahs breathing Manna.
If we create an old with new blend of Jesus
as Solomon,
a more positive Gospel message
invites discerning issues of freedoms and rights to say
and/or do and not do
by asking ourselves, and each other:
Will this democratize freedoms to love,
to participate
to cooperate
to look for WinWin resolutions?
And, will this build higher boundaries around monoculturing restrictions
toward further WinLose anger,
fear,
intolerance,
chronic hatreds,
while excusing hypocrisies
of supremacists calling themselves on the side of defusing love's barriers,
removed from cowards,
losers,
soft on healthy defense,
fostering long-term economic disaster areas,
deniers of LeftBrain healthy nondual co-realities,
detractors from patriarchal capital-obsessed evolutionary self-aggrandizing theories
as more culturally important
than Matriarchal-ReGenerative CoOperation Stories
about Messiahs
and wise guys, royal as humble-servant birth
of healthy,
courageously cooperative,
mutually trusting and vulnerable ecopolitics.
The Voice of the Woman
I speak with clarity of mind and heart: Cursed is the woman with a voice.
Silence is golden. Respect the man, keep quiet be seen. So I have been told all my life.
Later, everything changes. And those that said "keep silent" now ask "Why didn't you speak up, I was here."
In a woman's world, silence means death. Spiritual and physical. "Know thy place! How dare you use your voice where men of high standing, and women who agree seat!? "
Silence is the ocean of the unsaid, the unspeakable, the repressed, the erased, the unheard. It surrounds the scattered islands made up of those allowed to speak and of what can be said and who listens.
When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.
The new voices that are undersea volcanoes erupt in what was mistaken for open water, and new islands are born; it’s a furious business and a startling one. The world changes. Silence is what allows people to suffer without recourse, what allows hypocrisies and lies to grow and flourish, crimes to go unpunished.
Oh,cursed is the woman with a voice! Because in her silence, generations have no light. Speak young girl,speak! Speak the wisdom that lies in the bosom of who's freshness of mind is still with the birth cord from the maker.
When you speak,evil despairs. When you speak, discomfort arises and the earth shifts.And what was not to be, erupts with magma of new life. Tell us your story! Live and let live.
Speak! And let her speak!
Her voice is change!
©Olive The Geek
Oct 2022
Isolated from society with no real place to call home.
Alone and scared of what, i do not know.
I want a be free to camouflage that i am affected.
Withdrawing from the unknown, undetected.
Left to a society where hypocrisy is condoned.
I became a stranger to all i had known.
Escaping reality in order to stay sane.
Escaping judgement and ignorance.
It seems like everyone was a fan.
A fan of judging what they don't know.
Ignorance spread all over the place like grains of sand falling through the cracks in our broken hearts.
Home to me is where there is fast flowing tears because what mattered fell apart.
Home to me is many wasted years.
Tired of talking to the walls around me, when no one hears.
Trapped inside are our demons and all our fears.
This is where most of society calls home.
The foundations of hypocrisies have been sewn.
Many bridges burned along the way.
So evil could not cross the bridge or climb my wall today.
Crawling for a bit after i had to fall. At one point i lost it all.
My faith left defeated. My energy depleted. Left defenseless.
Some fences needed mending but i was too blinded, unable to see.
That I live here hoping of a home, a time where my mind was free; of a home, a time where i could go back to being me.