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November 15 Scripture Meditations Based on Ephesians 3-4
Key Verse – Ephesians 3:16 That he (GOD) would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GRANTING ME YOUR RICHES
Thank You for granting me Your riches of heavenly glory
Beyond earthly majestic territory
Over my soul’s sinfulness-misery
Upon Your perfect will for eternal victory.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of divine presence
Beyond worldly survival existence
Over my need’s security-confidence
Upon Your blissful fellowship for righteous preference.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of spiritual abundance
Beyond wealthy extravagant appearance
Over my want’s sufficiency-arrogance
Upon Your bountiful supply for generous performance.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of holy treasure
Beyond enjoyable ephemeral leisure
Over my craving’s satisfaction-pressure
Upon Your biblical principles for standard measure.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of everlasting wisdom
Beyond humanistic academic freedom
Over my intellectualism’s idealism-boredom
Upon Your infinite word for scriptural kingdom.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of virtuous price
Beyond worthy sacrificial cries
Over my ambition’s selfishness-vice
Upon Your sweet fellowship for blessed ties.
Thank You for granting me Your riches of precious possession
Beyond expensive ownership-provision
Over my education’s achievement-position
Upon Your gracious gifts for fruitful production.
November 15, 2022
Naomi felt all alone, her husband and sons had died
and all she had left were two daughter-in-laws by her side
now Naomi was bitter and in a state of despair
her heart was now broken and no longer did she care
she felt that she had been by God forsaken
because her flesh and blood had all been taken
and of her daughter-in-laws she tried to send away
Orpah immediately left but Ruth was determined to stay
so with Ruth firmly by her side
to Bethlehem they did arrive
and upon her arrival they called Naomi by name
but she insisted they call her Mara because of her bitter pain
people tend to relish over other's distress
but God has the power to give comfort and to bless
just don't allow your circumstances to easily destroy
that which is your God given inner joy
and in the midst of your trials and your tribulations
just hold on to the memories of good times and elation
your pain might seem severe and all you want to do is moan and groan
just understand that this battle is not yours alone
and don't ever think that God is angry or mad at you
for life is just a challenge that we all must battle through
and on this crooked journey that we do call life
there will be times of misery and moments of strife
but as long as you keep God foremost on your mind
peace and happiness you will come to find
and as long as you hold on to your ever present faith
God will grant you His infinite mercy and grace
for there is no testimony without a test, no glory without some gloom
no crown without the cross and no resurrection without the tomb
while in Bethlehem Ruth went on to become Moab's bride
and never did she think to set her former mother-in-law aside
Ruth and Moab eventually had a little boy
a child that gave Naomi a renewed sense of joy
many things may happen in life of which you don't understand
so just trust in the Lord for He has a master plan
He's the comforter of souls, the Lord Our God
the one who is the Healer of broken hearts
Can anything be colder than a day
When clouds of winter make the sun’s embrace
Become a shadow of its former grace
And summer’s verdure gives in to decay;
When snow like burial garments shrouds the hay,
Bleak nature trudges with a mournful pace;
The winter’s gusts make sharp cuts on the face
With blades concealed, as though designed to flay?
Yet, when love’s ardent flame burns out in vain,
The silence answers all unselfish pleas,
The tired wings can’t find their resting nest,
Not even death can ease the inner pain.
Thus, winter’s cold feels like a summer’s breeze
Compared to what remains inside my chest.
As clean running water flows through dirty dishes
Immense joy and peace bathe her tired being
While veined deft hands scour surfaces and edges
She becomes aware of her body and breathing
Immense joy and peace bathe her tired being
As inner quiet rises and makes its home in her
She becomes aware of her body and breathing
As the plates and sink caress each other
As inner quiet rises and makes its home in her
She becomes mindful of herself and some truths
As the plates and sink caress each other
Her mind and heart unite which amazingly soothes
She becomes mindful of herself and some truths
As her ill thoughts are met with steel wool opposition
Her mind and heart unite which amazingly soothes
And her soul is animated like a new spotless creation
As her ill thoughts are met with steel wool opposition
False magnanimity is wiped with washcloth of humility
And her soul is animated like a new spotless creation
As clean running water flows through dirty dishes
8/9/14
If love was a mountain, it would be the magnificent Mount Everest.
The highest peak of all emotions, unconquered, magnitude of dangerous territory and brilliance of sheer beauty.
Vast wonderment of raw passion combined with greatness of exhilaration.
Dancing collaboration of high impact collision between two floating souls rising towards eternity and infinity.
Many pursue with an uncontrolled drive, like a moth to light, but only a few are triumphant whilst others face tragedy of a broken heart oozing with pain and exhaustion.
The Lovers’ vulnerabilities slide into avalanches and spiralling into snowballs of betrayal and hurt to consume their inner peace.
I am being pulled by a magnetic force to walk steeper onto the mountain and see the summit even though, I choose to journey alone. Love is not always about walking with your lover, sometimes we walk on parallel path but catch glimpse of them from distance.
Form:
There we are fully hemmed in
in our tree like lives in bark
penned down by our circumstances
feeling helpless and somewhat stark
But got to raise up that inner strength
push our hands through the inner core
like the tree like branches sprouting out
find your resource at your own door
Follow your inner felt convictions
giving strength to circumstances beat
overcome them by God's mighty arm
holding you strong never to defeat
So go on victorious branches to view
hold them up high for everyone to see
full aloft like God's sovereign mighty arm
ensure fullness over circumstantial tree
A Howling wind
touched deep in mind,
blowing cobwebs
like blasting a mine
Hearing with awe
I tingle within,
skin bumps to life
my elemental sin
Wisps of air
seducing sense,
mingling with memory
my journey commenced
Thousands of fingers
pressure applied,
vibrating bodies
move inside
Tree’s do sway
and bend about,
gusting around
a form breaks out
Flying on breezes
floating the sky,
riding the eddies
no wondering why
A spirit in piece
cruising the night,
resting at peace
sucking the light
Warming waves
cocooning body,
lifts all graced
to astraling beauty
Earth and wind
hand in hand,
drifting to sin
no will of man
Kiting the bright
passing the dark,
making my way
and leaving my mark
Serrature the electric
burning the lines,
black and white magic
nothing refined
Simple phrases
thoughts and prayers,
memories of people
from here and there
Fantasy embers
a mercury in blood,
mystical menders
of enemies that flood
Separating mind
from all that feels,
isn’t as easy
it becomes surreal
Taking a left
when right was said,
isn’t the way
that plotted instead
I’ve made my road
a driving heart lead,
finding my “self”
as inner mind bled
Traveling forever
with an infinities breath,
closing my eyes
breaching a crest
A westerly grows
and hearts at rest ,
easing my way
via imagination’s best
I had seen - her calm, cool, composed - like a soft soothing breeze,
Though she could turn tempest or tornado or weakly wheeze;
Like a formless cherub in an endless garden of love,
She covered the earth while racing on cloud-Morgan above…!
Lovely you are! I said to her, Love's living conqueror!
Aren't you, yet, noisy nomad, gypsy, or mere wanderer?
I am vagrant sure, she said, and a tireless traveler,
I have jailed you, yet, in my sachet, like a prisoner…!
It was when I moved much away from the maddening crowd,
And when pondered over her bewildering words aloud;
Enlightenment dawned in me like the wisdom of Buddha,
Many great truths got revealed slowly like Brahma Chakra...!
True as very truth is my brief existence in the breath,
Who on this earth exists, devoid of her, from birth to death?
She murmurs, whispers, commands, demands, like Divine Spirit,
She creates! Destroys! Takes to zeniths! Grants highest merit…!
Soft, serene like nectar secreting in a rose flower,
She sleeps in; grows glows like a flower on a green bower;
Consciously conscious! Unconsciously unconscious! Solace!
Plows through the interiors, like Yacht through water, flawless…!
Shifting my state of mind, working like a leaven within,
Sleep, wake - like my mother - in feasting and fasting she's in;
She is the beginning! End! Center! Whole! Totality!
She is the starting and ends of the whole humanity…!
What an engulfing like a fiery inferno and smoke,
What an empowering and overpowering soul-stroke!
What a change, like unique bloom! Great is the life-giving breath!
What Calm! Peace! Tranquility! Bliss! Awesomely saving meth…!
With her, no stress! No strain! No phobia! No mania!
Her free-blow within free from frightening insomnia;
Abandoned to her eternally evolving Spirit,
Body and soul reach zenith beyond the mundane limit…!
Growing high, I gladly come to the realization,
That I'm part of the classic universal cognition;
Wherein my inner unity freely fondly extends,
And to the external eternal harmony, it tends...!
Knowingly? Unknowingly? Willingly? Unwillingly?
Breath has adopted me - calmly, cutely, and cautiously!
Has made me a flute, lute, melodious rhythmic consort,
I play on! I am played on! Till I reach restful retreat…!!!
16 September 2021
In the virtual realm, we craft our stage,
Dressing to impress, with every calculated gauge,
Selfies abound, a curated delight,
A masquerade of perfection, in the digital light.
The cost of fame, a daily toll we pay,
To maintain the façade, in a never-ending way,
We compromise our purpose, lost in the haze,
Seeking validation, in a sea of digital gaze.
We compete with others, in a never-ending fray,
Wearing labels, showcasing wealth, in a desperate display,
Our beauty's on parade, a commodity to share,
Yet, in this virtual hall of mirrors, we're lost, without a care.
I search for motivation, a spark to ignite,
But find instead a void, a hollow, endless night,
Many live a life of artifice, a carefully crafted lie,
Under pressure's weight, their true selves, they deny.
Social media's grasp, a stranglehold so tight,
Forcing us into darkness, where depression takes flight,
We've forgotten our purpose, our hearts' deepest desire,
In the relentless pursuit, of likes, of followers, we conspire.
Life's now a competition, a never-ending test,
Who dresses better, who drives the fanciest quest,
Who's beautiful, who's light, in a world gone awry,
We've lost ourselves, in the digital sky.
But what's the cost, of this virtual throne?
A life of emptiness, a soul that's overthrown,
We're chasing shadows, fleeting, ephemeral delight,
And in the process, our true selves, we lose sight.
Let's break free from this digital chains,
And find our true selves, in the beauty that remains,
Let's rediscover our purpose, our hearts' deepest fire,
And live a life that's authentic, that's truly ours, that aspires.
For life's not about likes, nor followers' gaze,
But about living true, in every moment's phase,
Let's rise above the noise, and find our inner voice,
And live a life that's real, that's full of heart, that's our choice.
Water Sculptor
Life stretches into abundant sheaths swelling with water,
Living breath of the selfless servant cascades through veins
Drawn into waterways of stalks and roots
Reaching – climbing – filling - shaping
Boughs of mighty oaks and agile weeping willows
Self-sculpture surging, fashioned into perfumed sinuous vines,
Arching floral sunbows,
Floods of bursting supple rose petal scented fountains -
The graceful limber lilac in nodding plies -
Filled to saturation and untouched
By the withering hand of drought
Strong stems of landscapes like waterfalls of vibrating weirs,
As buttercups in spas of tumbling dewdrops,
A living hush of gushing life infused –
Flowing in the murmur of the silent unseen molding,
Whispered into new wings soaring
On ever rising veils for conduits of resurrection
From inner arterial paths and aquatic branched channels
Waterknife shaping in undertones of colorless hues
The contoured face of field and forest - sky and mountain meadow.
6-20-21
Contest: The Shape of Water
Sponsor: Craig Cornish