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I'm proud of you Jericho you won sate for your wrestling weight class.
but I'm sick of being stuck in your shadow mom and dad are proud of you they never have been proud of me the way they are in you. I try to show them the things I do that I'm proud of but they don't care.
they only care about you when they talk about me they see no future but when they talk about you its all promises and how your going to make it in life. while I'm stuck watching sometimes I feel forgotten even by my boyfriend. I wish I was you Jericho because you seem to have everything together for you well I have no clue what I'm doing I'm so sick of being stuck in our shadow I say I'm going to make a name for myself but by ding what? I'm happy for you but I feel like I'm just the stupid sister who has nothing left in my life I'm going to graduate soon and dad cant even take a day off for that but he can take the day off to see you wrestle Jericho I'm really am happy for you your going to do great things while I die slowly. I'm so happy for you good job little brother. I don't envy you okay who am I kidding of course I envy you. your perfect in mom and dad's eyes Jericho sometimes I wish I were you but of course you already know that I'm so sick of being stuck in your shadow and I don't know how to get out. mom and dad have had enough that they want me out but you I think they could care less if you stayed forever. why are you the golden child when we both up and do the same things mom and dad just don't catch you. perfect little Jericho who can whoop your big sister butt. perfect little Jericho who owns up to everything. I wonder how mom and dad would feel if they found out you've done pot as well you've drank as well you sneak out just as much as I do. why do you get all of their love?
Two men went to spy Jericho
Before Israel conquered it;
They lodged in Rahab's house,
She hid them on her roof.
Their only means of escape -
A line of rope that led them down the wall
To safety.
They embraced that line of rope red,
They embraced life.
Rahab, a not-so-honourable woman of Jericho,
Feared the God of Israel;
She hid those spies,
She saved their lives
By giving them that escape rope -
Their lifeline.
When she wanted to save herself and her family,
They gave her the same rope
Of safety.
She embraced that line of scarlet thread,
She embraced life.
From my childhood, I've read such stories,
True stories of faith and life.
When I wanted solutions to my problems,
I got the same lifeline
For safety.
And when I embraced these lines I read,
I embraced life.
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8.7.16
{Rahab got her name etched in history (Matthew 1:5) by this act of faith. She is one of the four women mentioned, in whose line Lord Jesus Christ took birth}
{Her story is found in the book of Joshua 2 and Hebrews 11: 30,31}
my problem stands before me
Move mountain move
This giant stands with sword in his hand
Move mountain move
I speak thus "Says the Lord, for the victory His not yours
I say move mountain, move
With just a sling-shot in my hand
Move mountain move
Picked up a stone and launched toward his head
Move mountain move
Now it's the works of God not me
You wouldn't move so now your dead
You should have moved while you had your chance
Pharaoh's armies chasing us
Move mountain move-Move mountain move
Got us all back up, move mountain move
Against the river flows, just like the Battle of Jericho
Waters gonna have to move, move, go
Move mountain move
6/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Now Jericho, besieged by Israel,
Had shut its doors, and none went in or out.
The LORD told Joshua, “If you’ll believe,
We’re going to bring these walls down with a shout.
His mighty men of valor are inside;
The king of Jericho also awaits.
You and your men of war shall march around
The city once a day, outside the gates.
For six days, thus you shall just hold the line,
While seven priests before you bear the ark,
But on the seventh day, we’ll mix things up,
And march around the walls from dawn till dark.
Yes, seven times around we’ll go that day,
And all the time we will not say a word,
But when the final circuit is complete,
The priests will lift their horns and make them heard.
And when the people hear the trumpet sound,
They’ll shout a mighty shout with one loud voice.
This fortress, Jericho, will see its end.
The walls will simply fall; they’ll have no choice.”
Now Joshua was faithful to the LORD,
And honored Him by bringing this report,
But one can scarce conceive his fighting men’s
Response to battle planning of this sort.
But wonders also work in people’s hearts;
The plan unfolded as the LORD conceived.
For faithfully, the LORD had led His flock,
And so they heard their leader and believed.
So for the days that numbered one through six,
The vanguard, ark, and priests all went around,
Encircling the city with their march,
They made no noise except the trumpet sound.
The seventh day arrived; long was the march,
For seven times around those walls, they went,
And when the priests set lips upon the horns,
The host cried out: one voice without relent.
And lo, it came to pass just as God said;
The walls of Jericho fell, tumbled flat.
Devotion to destruction happened next;
We’ll have a bit more to say about that.
For God had looked on Canaan as a judge,
And found them guilty of a great offense;
They gave their children over to false gods.
Incensed, His wrath against them was intense.
And so, in handing over Jericho,
He gave to Joshua a harsh command,
“You must destroy, yes, every living thing
To rid the evil in this promised land.”
So Joshua then did as he was told;
The Canaanites, once giants, now ran scared.
But he made good; Rahab befell no harm,
And her entire house, he also spared.
(from Joshua 6)
Adventurers and discoverers are driven
to scale the heights we've never known
Their DNA is coded to descend the depths
of places we've neither seen nor gone
"THE summer night is still and sweet
WITH flowers on every tree
PEACE comes to them on quiet feet"..
Like wounded warriors happy to be home and free
What if Explorers never tried to show and tell
It's best that some things we shall never know
But what if Freedom's Quest had grown stale
Endurance is a power seed that makes us grow
What if The Colonists had never prevailed
Mortals keep resisting until they are let go
What if there never was a Liberty Bell
Rivers fight and push until they find their flow
What if The Mayflower had never set sailed
We all face obstacles we never encountered before
What if Plymouth's long and dangerous volage had failed
Righteousness demands that walls must fall like Jericho
052621PSCtest, Choose Your Form 2, Joseph May My choice was Stanza #2, selected for the contest from among 5 choices. In the first stanza above, the last words of 2 and 4 are rhymed. In the other 4 stanzas, the last words of lines 1 and 3 are rhymed; and the last words of lines 2 and 4 also rhyme.
Be naked with me, while you leave the thoughts of your soul behind on my pillows and sheets
And since your departing with the personal go ahead and leave the past behind like your shadow post meridian
Because last week keeps you weak a kind of blindness for the aspiring and meek
Taking off your clothes one by one, leave your skin vulnerable with me
Start by kicking off your shoes that keep secret where your mind runs when the darkness comes
Then slide off your shirt because it’s hiding your hearts true desires
Next move to your pants as they only hide where your legs have been
Let my teeth remove your under things concealing the bare, private, and concrete vault of what your eyes wished to see in place of reality
Last remove your socks that cloud the free minds from seeing the hearts that tasted your gold
Be uncovered and unguarded with me like arrows shot through rose petals on the bed
Be powerless and let me take over to give you strength
Be open from the roots to the floor as we move from wall to wall to the conclusion Jericho
Be nude because I want to see it all, I love it all because it brought me to you
Be naked with me so, I plus you can be we leading to a new transparency
p.s. now as you get dressed there will always be some of me underneath, our new heart beat…
A bird flies over a blue-green sphere,
but it doesn't measure a day or year -
it may be ten thousand years ago,
or perhaps, ten thousand years, hence -
the world glanced over by a crow
shows neither monument, wall, nor fence.
Sometimes, it soars, sometimes it flaps -
in the now, it knows no future or remains,
using eyes, not names on maps,
for it has no use for names.
Never, does it count up scores.
It only flaps and soars.
But you're human, so I will appease,
using man's names for these things it sees:
towering, fruit laden trees,
over desert hares enjoying breeze,
as they feel it softly blow
the date palms of Jericho.
Leatherbacks in the ocean, that glide free,
but hatch upon the land...whereupon,
they find their way back to the sea -
the turtles of Marathon.
Swimming to the river's song,
darting under an iceberg,
in a current, cold and strong,
the brook trout of Gettysburg.
Down below, a mountain steep
in the prairie far below
graze those austere sheep,
the bighorn of Ludlow.
Over the scrub and brush
and flying by the sea,
it spies the singing mistle thrush,
and gulls of Gallipoli.
Wildflowers bloom by trickling springs.
A mother bird patiently sits.
So pleasantly she sings -
a skylark in Auschwitz.
Living a life that's solitaire,
climbing on terrain that's rocky,
enjoying mountainous fresh air,
the serow of Nagasaki.
A kingfisher swoops down for a snack.
For a moment, he will not fly.
but will rest on the sturdy back
of a water buffalo in My Lai.
Spreading out his broad wings,
a seabird after a squall -
to her little chicks, a perch. she brings,
a cormorant in Stonewall.
Gazing at the full moon, in profile,
a striking pose, quite noble,
he mournfully howls all the while,
the grey wolf of Chernobyl.
Building a den in the sand,
the sweltering heat, to withstand,
this skittish animal was a
desert fox of Gaza.
Yet, there was one creature, unseen.
I wonder where its teeming masses went?
Was it unintelligent?
Was it unevolved?
Passenger pigeons or something mean -
a riddle dies unsolved.
Journey on Jericho Road
Shattered grace in jagged nights on the road to Jericho;
Ev’ry step and ev’ry breath are filled with shame
I know I am to blame;
I build a wall to hide my face so you can’t see
All the pain I’ve caused – all the misery
The blazing sun rushes in on waves - this wilderness knows my name
Shadows trip my ev’ry step – detours crosscut -
If only and yeah but….
I try to sneak behind my shame so you can’t see
The walls I build – no possibilities
On Jericho Road
Then your trumpet sounds
And all my walls fall down, Lord;
On Jericho Road
Where saints and sinners seek
And find their Savior.
My coat is gone. My soul grows thin. I shiver in the sunburned wind.
Dust blinds my eyes but I still reach to see
Milestones of hope guiding me
To shelters of your promise for the journey –
Resting place – oasis where you find me
My wind burned heart in shade can rest – grace restored in tenderness
No barriers and no blockades to your loving arms –
Fear displaced and disarmed;
Rising from the wells of souls - I finally see
Hope stands up, shouts “Gloria!” a guarantee
On Jericho Road
Then your trumpet sounds
And all my walls fall down, Lord;
On Jericho Road
Where saints and sinners seek
And find their Savior.
Song form AAB – AAB
Lyrics adapted from the song Jericho Road
7-9-20
Where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain
bleeding shades of layered shame on blight-lined highways below,
their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.
Interred on unkempt plots, crumbling brick carcasses maintain
evidence we’re forced to see if the trails of traffic slow
where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain.
Rush-hour bottlenecks, the frustrated drivers’ daily bane,
exact tolls of tribute to hollowed homes lost long ago.
Their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.
Daylight, drowned in the windowless dam of a plywood pane,
begs blackness, dwelling within abandoned walls, who’ll dare go
where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain?
Does the doll left naked on a spray-painted stoop remain
to testify children once played under its portico?
Their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.
As darkness descends, the caravans of commuters wane,
leaving deserted the injured, desolate Jericho.
Where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain,
their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.
A man to Jericho making his way
was attacked by robbers as if him to slay;
then stealing his gold
and leaving him cold –
half-dead by the road, a scene of dismay.
A Priest was passing. Would he intervene?
Likewise a Levite surveying the scene.
While heaving a sigh
both then passed on by –
to bind up his wounds would make them unclean.
A Samaritan who was struggling along,
showed pity for the man who'd suffered such wrong.
So doing his best
the wounds he did dress,
then took him to an inn, his beast thereon.
“Now which of these proved to be a neighbour
to the one who suffered such a disfavour?”
“He who showed mercy
but none of the clergy.”
“So where there's such need, could you be a saviour?”
Luke 10.25-37