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"Gardener Of Love"
I'm not rich with money
And be, I never will
For it's not a path I've chosen
Nor in my garden, till.
Other things matter most
And always will to me,
Things born of Love
Our eyes can never see.
Only a humble heart
Can in their heart sow
The seeds producing flowers
Of Love to then only grow.
There is no room for ego;
There is no room for hate,
Nor for greed and selfishness,
With Love inside a garden's gate.
When we plant the seeds of Love,
It's a priceless, worthy toil,
Since all opposing weeds
Are then banished from our soil.
All the weeds of traits
Upon which the ego feeds,
Will have nowhere to germinate,
Where Love is all that breeds.
As with any garden growing,
There's a need for rays of sun,
But too, there must be rain
For growing to be done.
As better gardeners we become,
We learn that toil and pain
We must endure and overcome,
If we hope to harvest gain.
When we fertilize with kindness,
With compassion and with care,
With empathy and forgiveness,
We'll have lots of Love to share.
As our garden grows in riches
That can't be by money bought,
Only those with weedy gardens will
Resent us for what they haven't got.
Blessings we tend to overlook
And not realised, hence, before,
Love gives us the vision to see
How blessed we are and more.
Then for our many blessings,
With gratitude, we garnish
Our garden with more beauty,
To polish, instead of tarnish.
In the process of our growing
We learn what matters most,
That humility and modesty
Trumps ego within us to host.
We learn money and possessions
Are at best barely secondary
And cultivating traits of Love
Are foremost, first, and primary.
We learn that contentment
And a peaceful state of mind,
Brings happiness and joy
That by money we can't find.
We learn that our wants
Become then less and less;
As long as our needs are met,
Our life reaps happiness.
When our needs are met
Is when we have enough;
Is when we feel contentment,
With no want for other stuff.
I'm not rich with money
And be, I never will
But my garden's rich with Love,
Since Love I choose to till.
I'm not rich with money;
It matters not to me,
For I'm a Gardener Of Love,
As God wants me to be.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-09-28 11:48:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved.
A rhyming thank you written in verse
To the wonderful women and men who work as a nurse
They do so much more than just first aid
Considering their responsibility they should be better paid
They assist in the process of creation
They are even responsible for drug calculation
In crisis situations they aid in evacuation
Nurses need to be treated better across the whole nation
They are faced with the challenge of an ageing population
They work overseas and help the poor
For those incapacitated they come to the door
They are on the front line during times of war
They have a duty of care legislated by law
On a daily basis they are faced with death
They are with a patient for their last breath
They work long hours without adequate pay
They face trauma and grief day by day
They have to work at a rapid pace
Often having to rush from place to place
Due to cutbacks they are often short of staff
In some areas staffing is less than half
Our healthcare system is in a state of demise
C’mon you politicians give nurses a pay rise
They deal with patients who are disorderly or wild
They provide comfort to parents of a child
They encounter various problems with people’s health
They don’t discriminate the poor or those with wealth
They assist in the prevention or destruction of disease
They are expected by some to do this with ease
They are ordinary people doing extraordinary acts
Don’t question them unless you know all of the facts
They deal with issues that cause stress
They treat patients who are in distress
They deal with patients who want to fight
They deal with patients who sometimes bite
They help patients who are deaf or without sight
They work seven days a week both day and night
They assist a patient who has lost their mind
Their mannerisms are generally pleasant and kind
Only recently have they been given reasonable superannuation
The government must do more and increase remuneration
They are highly educated, instructed and trained
When facing trauma their uniforms can get blood stained
They deal with cuts, abrasions and breaks
Constantly they have to avoid making mistakes
Nurses without a doubt do a wonderful job
They are the blood supply that keeps our hearts a throb
I am so proud that I have a sister who is a nurse
To you my sister and your peers I give you this verse
From the beginning of my day it appeared that the tasks ahead were not going to be good. It seemed that a day of calm and peace was doomed from the start. The help that was required to do a good job for our customers was in doubt. The helper was due to meet me at an agreed place and time, but did not. I was therefore forced to work fast and furious, and I was rather frustrated.
I finally accepted the fact that this day would not be a piece of cake. In my haste, my mind must have turned to paste, as I chased the clock. Things became a little brighter when my helper showed up later on; and my day did indeed get better.
In the process of the race and the rush, I lost the door key of one of our customers. I had always labored to be the best, and expected the same from our helpers in business. And now, I was embarrassed, and felt lost; I felt like a failure. I had no choice except to call and apologize. I informed my most gracious client, and he said for me not to worry. I worried anyway and wandered back and forth in my mind.
Another day came with the client and his key on my mind. I kept on worrying, because those keys I could not find. I was both worried and embarrassed at the same time.
Our business required being fully trustworthy and reliable. It demanded and required total focus upon the best interest of our customers. We held the keys to their homes; and they needed to feel secure. How could they feel secure if we could not hold on to their door keys? How could my wife and I build a successful business losing keys?
My kind customer called me later that day to inform me that his pool cleaner had found the key. A very heavy load was quickly lifted from my deflated and wearied soul. It was the end of one of the longest 24 hour periods of my life. My spirit was lifted even higher when four little words failed from the lips of our client that will stay with me for a life time.
As I expressed my gratitude of the moment and shared with him the sheer frustration of yesterday, I was wonderfully encouraged and blessed when he said something that I will never forget. In a sincere and calming tone, he said to me, “That Day Is Gone”.
080308PSContest, Uplifting, Laura Loo
Babe's on their knees eager to learn-grow-evolve-crawling-cooing, yes-laughing-if you will...
leaving-no ware; there, albeit wherever they roam... given the chance-yes... ?
Enlightened time elated graceful light skips along beside them proving-them I'm finding to-be
just as innocent, dancing; enchanting... coaxing.
Oh what of this friend; what of this-yes where does it all go, the quest for freedom, equality;
peace?
For-them-no-it-is never-a farce I can-see, now... .
Hearts open with no baring of conditional reprise-selfish-gain alone-yes they rise in-time to
the-challenge... ! If-willing they remain-honest; with themselves, they're taught entirely;
entrusted in-this; yes that-they alone; are-able... !
Why not I-now; myself... ?
Why not-I... ?
We... ?
"Believe it to be a matter of security, leaving our home base yes... God; our... Creator, this
fact-He-has ingrained within all of us."
""I say this because I believe aware - they know, already knew of this yes-in their forming;
yes; from their very beginning - we I believe yea life-in the-process of teaching-them; us...
we-all get just a bit too self-involved-I-feel, self-centered-insecure; greedy - concern for this
ruling the day - blinded then, again there is nothing about us yes-within-us any more-to guide
us as-it were, as we lose this trust-in Him; ourselves... our-pain becoming-buried-deep,
deeper-within... .""
""No I feel now-they know only the of pureness of this-way-in the effort-and this alone, "Life,
in-its-prudence, verity-hope, assurance-yes... very mercies. Yes it-is I have found to be-the
entirely; the-most precious... when bartering honestly nothing; no; but-offering-everything...
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"Love, denial,
time...
albeit man or
woman--in faith, with-God;
this hope yes it-is certain, you'll-
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In the effort stones cast-raise the
brow, are-always cutting this-fact;
down.
Love in-genuine in lieu the-moment-
leaves the soul restless-in question,
foregone-of this conclusion...
forever, in doubt!"
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Lest-there be-Grace... .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aueJ01JByfY
how does anyone go from being good to being great?
what is required in order for someone to elevate?
to be an agent or an angel of the Lord our God
to have been designated because of the righteousness in your heart
blessed to be a blessing when you answer God's call
from ordinary to extraordinary on your faith now standing tall
pressed into service and now affirmed by the Holy Ghost
moved beyond your comfort zone to where you're needed the most
in the process of transition increasing in your faith
accelerated from just good into someone who is great
whenever God speaks to you He will make mention
of what He requires of you and what are His intentions
He will use you as a conduit to carry the currency of His word
to tell people the gospel truth the likes of which they've never heard
and when God compels you to move forth you won't need a map nor a GPS
just follow His directions as your journey is the true test
just don't worry about the where, the when, the what, the how nor the why
as long as you Who's in control and that on His word you can rely
and wherever God leads you it will be some place for the better
just make sure you follow His heavenly navigational system to the letter
blessed to be a blessing to faith your way along
just don't wander down unmarked roads that may steer you wrong
you're now a faith walker and not just a faith talker
to let your passion for Christ be first and foremost in your life
to let your trust and belief in the Lord God be the thing that jump starts your heart
and now motivated by the Holy Spirit you will come to find
that the word of the Lord God has completely saturated your mind
blessed to be a blessing to go from good to great
fired up, pumped up and passionate in your faith
to aspire with the desire to be a blessing to your sisters and brothers
to motivate and not hesitate in making disciples of others
to go from good to great blessed to be a blessing
to adhere to the instructions that the Lord our God is stressing
willing to step out on faith and leave all you know and possess
trusting in God to guide you and in turn by Him to be blessed
going from good to great by increasing in your faith
blessed to be a blessing by the goodness you now demonstrate
There has been talk of having the famous black abolitionist Harriet Tubman replace Andrew Jackson on the 20 dollar bill. And I think though it does not completely address the problems our country has still with racial inequality, it would help in the process of racial healing to redesign this nations currency.
It might be useful to reference history when considering a new face for the $20 bill.
Jackson championed white male suffrage or in other words only the right for white men to vote, excluding the right of women, black americans, and American indigenous people, from participation in the Democracy of the time. Their voices were not allowed to be heard, they could not choose their elected officials, neither could they hold public office. They were second class citizens and were hence invisible and unimportant.
Many of the presidents that have become household names for us, believed in a Democracy for people who looked like they did. It was hypocrisy without any concealment.
Harriet Tubman was a true champion of Democracy if she is to be compared with the bushy browed Jackson. On a symbolic level she represents the definition of a Democratic government more than he does.
The accusations of political correctness toward the redesigning of US currency, can in some cases serve as a defense mechanism used mostly by white Americans, when they see their race as being rivalled by another's.
I do not think every president needs to be taken off of our money, just because they were not perfect men ; but there are some who might need to be reanalyzed due to all the whitewashing that's been done to them.
There needs to be better educational material and it needs to be taught better in schools.
It has been a slow process to have these changes made to our currency, and could take until 2030 before we even see a Harriet Tubman dollar as is desired by all those who know the meaning it carries for the future.
And whether Jackson is ordered to the back of the 20 or removed from it completely, does not make much of a difference in the way I see this man. Most of his qualities are unredeemable, and should be on the tablets of our memories as acts of inhumanity, inconsiderate of the personhood of
human beings.
One time I asked myself what's so hard about being a child of Christ?
is it because I have to fight against the devil everyday of my life?
is it because I'm now saved and living sanctified?
or is it because I refused to sell out and I'm now rectified?
the hardest thing about being in Christ I would profess
is that after the first time, God requires another yes
when you say yes to God it's not a one time event
for it's only by His grace that you are even in His presence
to be a child of Christ you need to advance by little steps
and say yes to all He asks of you, if you desire to be His earthly rep
in the process of time God will tell you to have no fear
for when your well runs dry He will make water appear
for God won't let you thirst nor let you starve and die
He will always provide for on His word you can rely
when Elijah asked that widowed woman for some water to drink
she said yes, that's no problem, what did you really think?
but when he next asked for a little bit of bread
she said I only have enough for one last meal and then I will be dead
as a prophet of the Lord, Elijah wanted another yes
to see if she would commit to God and trust in Him to do no less
her first yes was only a very convenient gesture
but her second yes would have been a show of her true measure
sacrificial commitment and unselfish attitudes
are some of the things God requires of you
step out of your comfort zone
and sacrifice for the heavenly throne
many people tend to treat God like a tire that's a spare
kept in the trunk until we need it there
and when that tire gets us to our final destination
we remove that spare and put it back in hibernation
but God has a plan and He's not just a convenient device
He's the master of our fate and Controller of our lives
you don't really own anything for all you see belongs to God
always give Him another yes and give it from the heart
so when that widowed woman did as the Prophet Elijah did say
God then provided her with food for many, many days
Yes Lord, Yes Lord say it as often as you can
Yes Lord, Yes Lord I put my fate in Your righteous hands
Yes Lord, Yes Lord for You I can do no less
Yes Lord, Yes Lord, ALWAYS ANOTHER YES
I know
Even if I have no evidence to prove it
I know
That I was never meant to be in this world!
I find not my place here
I like it not here
I am not comfortable here
I am not at ease here
I am, like a fish out of water
I am, like an angel fallen on Earth
I am, like a plantation of watercress in the desert
I am, like a stone having been given a heart!
The very fact that I took birth here
Broke my heart
The very fact that I fell from the divine abode
Shattered me to pieces
So much that I strive still to re-assemble my broken pieces
And walk, even if I drag my feet
Trying to motivate myself
To find joy and pleasure
In a world so aimless and confusing!
A world, where living is ruled by the cruel hands of Death!
But then, I thought I found love, once
I thought I would make of love my strength
I would hold its hand
Smile
And instead of walking
I would now enjoy the ride!
For, love would be a carriage
A carriage driven by my beloved
A carriage which would allow me to sit
And enjoy the passing sceneries of the paths I had to go through!
But love was made of ego
Of vice and selfishness
Love, instead of being a strength
Love, broke my heart again!
Why, love was just like a cannon ball
Which kept striking my most sensitive spot
Love, bid me to hate my life
And yearn for the skies once more!
Pray, I have learnt the lesson
I am to be, in this world, devoid of love
For I am not to be attached to anything here
I am, to get back to where I came from
I am to climb up the celestial stairs
And reach my home, my forsaken home!
Why, the power which forced me here
Is as broken hearted without me
As I am without it!
Pray, is love not beautiful
Is love not magical
When forgiveness and submission
Plays in its arena?
Pray, the skies unveiled themselves once
And bid me to an awakening
Since then, I have come to learn of myself
And of my temporary stay here
I have to understand
Why is it that I find not my place here
Pray, I may be broken hearted
But I am in the process of being healed
And the time shall come
When the gates of the skies will open
And immerse in me
Joy, of an eternal nature!
9th February 2017
For contest: You broke my heart
If life itself does have no meaning
Pray, tell me, does justice need to come from the divine
From that power which is still mystifying
From that power which is still in the process of being philosophized
Why, see you, I believe that justice should come from ourselves
Following the standards we have set ourselves
Based on a set of moral values
Based on the laws of all societies
Of course, we do have to pray for justice
Of course, we do have to let the heavens do their part
But what of the demoniac nature of man
That which causes him to have always evil prevailing in this land
What to make of such a man, if not to show him justice
Is it not said that humanity is made of two sides
One side shines with light, while the other ones rejoices in being sinful
Pray, what to make of such an evil man, if not to show him instant justice
Some do, in all sorts of evil acts, take pride
Others do see in those acts, something so beautiful
Pity I these people for they are made of blindness
Pretending to be followers of the Great One, they do find joy in sinful activities
So, justice does be for me, whatever does will the moral standards
Indeed, justice does be for me, the victory of truth
Yes, justice does be for me, humanity, living side by side, in peace
Justice, does be for me, constant and stable happiness
Justice does be for me, the vanquishing of those inner demons
Those that make us, to sins, so prone
Justice does be for me, the way life reminds us all that God does be somewhere
Even if He does seem to be always absent and even inexistent
Justice does be for me, the proof of my muse's love for me
My muse, my God, my angel, the one giving me company
Justice does be, the paths He does clear
Justice does be, the tears He does dry
Justice does be the way He keeps me smiling
Even when the rain is pelting or the desert remains all dry
Justice does be the look scary snakes do give me
When they try to bite me but cannot, for my heart beats to the rhythms of the sky!
Justice,
Divine peace
Human intervention
Justice, the only way to find in this world, peace!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
5 September 2015
For Contest Justice
Sponsored by Tammy Reams
You'll find it in the crimson eyes
of a throwaway photo somehow frozen in time.
When the past painted us like demons
with secret fury.
And you'll find it in the smell of a burning memory
like melting microfilm becoming enraged
(gifted with the freedom to deny
first appearances)
You'll find it in the cedar smoke
of Tyndale's earthen cage
roasting in a bale of hay for crimes unknown.
Where the fire of his message burned mighty
through a thousand hungry hearts that day
(where ancient ink once again
took a detour into youthful veins)
You'll find it in the velvet ash
of a (just one more) cigarette
being flippantly flicked into December sky
for reasons unknown.
Where yellowed fingernails bear witness
of freedom to live and freedom to die,
leaving not an inch of space to analyze;
for the fickle flames - much like life -
waits for no one.
You'll find it in the platinum tendrils
of a Colt 45, that so quickly took a life,
in the burning heat of an eternal second.
Where curled fingers and steady stare
makes it painfully aware
freedom is a pitiful beauty, ugly as sin,
and as right as rain
(ask the victims of Hiroshima --- they'll tell the same)
You'll find it in the vermilion sky
blazing brighter than passion pure;
stopping the world gears, of rat-race routine,
and turning a thousand rusty necks Heavenward
Where minds silently unhinge (for a moment)
And fear itself begins to cringe (for a moment)
When faced with childlike wonder
blind eyes will see.
A rejuvenating spark
this freedom can be.
And you'll find it the explosion of ecstasy
like a rose blooming in tenacious time-lapse.
You'll find it in the Cherokee midnight dance,
being warmed by the tongues of freedom personified.
Where Common Sense no longer applies,
for when freedom found his heart's desire,
you know it was a compromise.
Losing his mind, and losing his life,
in the process of a martyrdom
for all things beautiful and all things temporary,
in its earthly essence
... where freedom finds the fire,
you can't tell the difference.
Written March 23rd, 2016
For the Where The Freedom Finds the Fire Contest Hosted by Justin Bordner