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There is a balm in Gilead
To every hungry soul He gives His bread.
His very own elect; He decreed be overfed (Psalm 23:5)
*Ask in my name and it will given unto you*, His words said.
For our redemption; He caused His blood to be shed.
The veil separating man from the Holy of holies; His death shred.
Seeing His wounds, the doubt in Thomas fled.
Joy and hope for a better tomorrow, His death caused to be widespread.
Meekness and true love in our hearts; His death imbed.
Upon His return; a spotless church He will wed.
How then do we taste of His power?
To find His strength to empower.
To transform His blessings from a trickle to a shower.
To experience true peace every minute and every hour.
Faith like a mustard seed, He charges us to possess.
Our doubting minds; we are called to suppress.
Unyielding belief in God's power to do all things; we must profess.
Actions of faith that leave the world bewildered; we are called to express.
For against the laws of nature; the results of faith transgress.
Like Peter, we must stay focused on Christ to avoid any distress.
The treasures of heaven; faith gives the key to access.
And on the path of fulfilling life purpose; faith propels towards progress.
With these principles in application,
A constant reminder of His promises in supplication.
A strict avoidance of altercations and capitulation,
There would be an acceleration towards affirmation.
Thus ushering in a joyous celebration.
And a lifting up of our hands in adoration.
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one day this organic form
which in truth is but dust
for the moment seeming alive
owing to influx of God’s breath
will return back to Mother Earth
the elements it borrowed
to shape this human vessel
our soul which dwells in heart
gathering experiences granted
will then carry back to heaven
memories of tears and smiles
by our identity so generated
which reviewed from lens of love
we look at seeking redemption
knowing now that all souls are one
cleaved from the fabric of God
although there is no judgment
we cannot help but seek to repay
the debts of love which we owe
for we are yet in feeling of separation
and so unable to forgive ourselves
the misconception that we are ego
separate and distinct from existence
creates a need within our pure heart
to act as a doer in resonance with love
thus causing repeated reincarnation
until residual identity too drops away
whereupon all that is, is the light of Self
this Self of which we speak is eternal
it is this that is made in the image of God
so unless we embody this awareness
the true purpose of earth life yet awaits
and love in love with love employs no force
so it waits endlessly for love to awake
but our desire creates endless dreams
the coordinates of reference are now known
destiny is reaped as of seeds by us sown
when truth imbed is gradually assimilated
our reflex instincts honed and synced with love
the will of God and us then becomes one
and we then co-create on earth as is His will
that earth too becomes equivalent of heaven
Put forth, in some array, to just regroup
the Senior's left, advantages the soup,
that healing art, asunder, wages loop
sits idly by, while effort leads the coup!
Not merely mass destruction, pieces youth
some beauty, just assumption, wrath's uncouth
the topping of life's gumption, stilled to view
as war less, time is drifting, in a groove!
A court of trial, as often times the tread
is just a nod away, a smiled imbed
that recognition's foundling, further read
the stupor of forgetting, files with fret!
Is aging the encumbrance, or faith's dread
to see the children, numbered to exceed
and then the effort, slumbered to recede
some patronizing's drummer that repeats!
Our countryside a wonder, Spring's reprieve
as effort left to nature feels the beat
my soul's encounter jumbled by retreat
the golden years, so compromised to meet?
Would march my errors dunder to the street
in trust's consideration of my years,
the stumble, now the victor, if be sweet
the victories confirm, fear obsolete!
Ne'er ending, the encounter of entreat
what Kingly entourage, I would entail
the nourishment of fondness, so completes
my resolute encounters not assail!
O'er love, the vestige flounders with repeal
swear not the victim, scoundrel's filing scorn
to overcome the sound rolls not congeal
and liven beauties heart skoal . . . . moments stored!
Listen you can allow hatred and anger to imbed itself into your life.
Only it will grind your heart into a chaotic sword that will rip apart.
Vengeance will eat at your soul developing torment in every way.
Eventually there will be no joy that enters or spreads from your heart.
All things that happen are usually not set out to hurt anyone at all.
No one has that much evil within them to plan for these attacks.
Doom and gloom are things we fear and they could inherit your call.
Forgetting happens with time, or at least lessons as years fade.
Our way of thinking upon each passing day brings either joy or hate.
Realizing this we can learn to forgive others misgivings made.
Greatness is not measured by relentless abhorrence forever.
Individuals make bad judgments, since before the age of times.
“Vengeance is mine said the Lord” not yours to endeavor.
Each of us now has the charge to love and not hate in crimes.
Now better than anytime before we need to learn this straight away.
Each person has the capability to choose the path they have to take.
Serving to bring happiness and love until their last and dieing day.
Securing forgiveness in our mind and heart upon each day, we wake.
We set off full of hope into the night
as it grew blacker towards the end
of the jetty where shorelights
dimmed to a distant glow.
Wind drove a swell to boom
and crash against the pylons below
sending a shudder through our feet.
The air was bitterly cold.
Baited hooks hung in the dark depths
on the end of a taut line
where every twitch and tug
was telegraphed to a finger
primed to detect that tell tale pull.
The rod ready to be whipped upwards
to imbed a hook into an open mouth.
We would wait…and wait.
An hour would pass. Time meant
nothing to my father who would stare
into a blank abyss in a trance like silence
as if nothing existed outside
of his vision into the great beyond.
Two hours would pass. Not a single fish
would bite. The only break was a pause
to renew the bait on hooks.
Bored, wanting to go, afraid to enter
the sanctity of my fathers dreaming,
I entered my own. Propped against
the jetty railing, coiled against the cold,
I crawled inwards towards my familiar home.
Hours later, without a fish,
we would walk back along the jetty
still in our silence, both of us
unable to tell each other
where we had been,
both of us alone.
I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun
Holidaying am I amidst the valley of said sins
Such joyous commotions viewing children's fun
Seeing happiness abound in wondrous spin
But it's the nature of being here, knowing it's begun
Cotton wool clouds caught by grayed demons be
It's just a matter of moments that they engulf all we
Next morning I awaken to skies of deadened grey
In the distance funnels of evil rotate their dread
Swirling spiral vortexes never shy in their display
Their ignorance now shared delivered imbed
Such her power no prisoners she now portrays
Overturned cars, houses adrift trees now stripped
If such were to be human on a drug fueled trip
God, build me some mountains to surround this plain
Allow said sins to be attracted to forever dissipate
Never to allow grief as such, these tremendous pains
Their height being there simply closes the vortex gate
Lets learn from said angers that they never will again
I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun
Holidaying where am I, seeing parasols in lightly spun
.
I wish we could talk like we used to...
I wish you loved me the way I love you...
I wish I loved you the way you love me...
I wish things were the way that they used to be...
I wish I hadn't said the things that I had...
I wish your reaction didn't make me so sad...
I wish I could take all the words back...
I wish that without you my world wasn't so black...
I wish I could fly to see you right now...
I wish I could touch your face somehow...
I wish that these miles didn't keep us apart...
I wish I hadn't given you my whole heart...
I wish that you could see the truth in my lies...
I wish that you wouldn't put on a disguise...
I wish I didn't fall apart when we don't talk...
I wish that your absence didn't make me balk...
I wish I could see a smile on your face...
I wish I didn't long for your warm embrace...
I wish these thoughts didn't form in my head...
I wish these feelings in my heart wouldn't imbed...
I wish that my heart didn't feel broken and shattered...
I wish that any of this actually mattered...
I was picking invisible lent off my shirt
While you awkwardly shuffled your feet in the dirt
With every step we took, we distanced ourselves more
Silence played softly in the background until we finally reached your door
I much rather prefer a casual goodbye, but I know that is just not your way
Then I feel your arms squeezing me tight as you whisper in my ear and ask me to stay
I want to, but the air isn't inviting enough
And if I don't leave now, I'll miss the bus
So I take a step back and take one last good look at you
I smile and feel that old feeling again, a feeling I wish I never knew
Because if I didn't know it, I wouldn't be crying as I watch pavement pass
Every mile more down the road, was my heart slipping through an hourglass
Squeezed tight through a space so small, and worn down by time
Oh darling, how this feeling makes me wish you were never mine
So take these words and imbed them in your head
Just like those damned memories of us, I know, I'll never forget
The Word contained, inside the head
Available until we're old
Cherished within the heart as gold
Will bring us to heaven instead
Where those streets of gold are outspread
There Jesus, our Savior, Stronghold
The Word contained
With open arms, and side that bled
Draws into His embrace the soul
That holds the Word within their mould
Deep in their being, love imbed
The Word contained
New Living Bible
John 1: 1-5
1 In the beginning the Word already existed.
The Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
2 He existed in the beginning with God.
3 God created everything through him,
and nothing was created except through him.
4 The Word gave life to everything that was created,[a]
and his life brought light to everyone.
5 The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness can never extinguish it
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Wearing clothes to bed simply makes no sense
I must float freely on my waterbed
But when I wake in the morning, I’m tense
Wrinkles from the sheets on my skin imbed
Rolling out of bed, I lower my head
All of my windows and blinds are open
Crawling, I fear neighbors might see butt skin
A snake, I slither in my birthday suit
Trying to avoid boob sighting again
And the tattoo that sits on my “patoot”
I made a mistake reaching for my robe
The rack fell down hard, landing on me
Here I lay thinking my world’s out of whack
I struggle but there’s no way to get free
My Life Alert bracelet rang out quickly
No success grabbing a sheet from the bed
The rescuers arrived in warp-speed time
To find a nude lady well past her prime
Face down, the tattoo was now in full view
Explaining what happened, I’d quite a time
*Entry for Cyndi’s “Birthday Suit” contest
April 24, 2012