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The riddle is failing
And the rocking wars are laughing
The night away in bits of sweat
And dreams of sex do not placate
The screaming vision of sun
The moon is reeking
Mother-lust in death’s guilt
Not to pay the noiseless sum
Of numbers floating prophecy
In the eye of smoke and storms
Faith slices a solution
In the veins of deaf priests
Who know the visions of Angels
Dipped in black wings
To know what blood pangs for
Babes and nations cry deceit
In crystal coffins lined with lye
-S burning throats selling secrets
Who know the vultures’ circling cry
Bathed in kingdoms pressed to sigh
The eagle hunts too high to fall
Down in the Gods’ endless scream
The raven whispers in the shadow’s beak
Perched in eyes dissolving science
As a prayer awaits broken silence…
May 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Esther 1-3
Key Verse – Esther 1:4 When he shewed the riches of his glorious kingdom and the honour of his excellent majesty many days, even an hundred and fourscore days.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO IS SOVEREIGN
OVER ANY HUMAN RULER OF GLORIOUS KINGDOM
Praise be to God Who is sovereign over any human ruler
of glorious kingdom since He alone can:
Redeem souls eternally
Rejuvenate service earnestly
Refresh spirituality enthusiastically
Replenish sustenance everyday
Respond to supplications eagerly
Esther 2:3 Praise be to the Lord
for purifying us while we are:
Fighting for His godly cause
Following His governing call
Fulfilling His great charges
Focusing on His guiding commands
Feasting in His gracious compassion
Esther 3:1 Praise be to the Saviour
for promoting us toward:
Perfection of our behaviour
Protection along His Bible-brace
Praise for His blessings
Power in building-up
Presentation of our best. Amen!
May 27, 2024
Through the ups and downs, the ins and outs
As life encompasses me
I face trials and hurts, betrayals and doubts
But my heart rejoices in Thee
Though some problems can seem so triumphant
There are times when there's nowhere to flee
But I know that Your Light will always shine through
And my heart does rejoice in Thee
Through tears and pain; through heartaches and fear
Though darkness may be all we see
If Hell itself were to rise up to fight
Still - my heart would rejoice in Thee
For You suffered and bled; You took away our sins
And You did this so we could be free
It was the vision of joy that was set before You
Now my heart rejoices with Thee
For I know in my heart - You will always be there
Whatever the matter may be
Your Love does abound - and It never fails
So my heart will rejoice in Thee
Out of all the sounds in Nature heard
And the kingdoms on Earth that be -
I have heard no sound that is near as sweet
As my heart rejoicing with Thee!
The seventh kingdom sings that he was a drop of gold
Who fell from the sky of golden sunlight to earth so cold
Dragons brought that drop to their caves thousands of years old
It grew into a gold child who shone for all to behold
A white dove baptised him, and brought him back to the blue
He received the glory of heaven’s sunlight as he flew
The eighth kingdom proclaims that a cloud wrapped round a rock
A young man broke out of the rock with white flames that could talk
He held a dagger and torch as doves came as a flock
The doves from the cloud cared for him as he began to walk
He received glory and power as candles were lit
Lit by man celebrating that the ancient rock was split
The ninth kingdom sings that from the nine muses, one left
She flew to a high mountain to think about the bereft
She desired her body whom none can take by theft
As a lone virgin, she birthed a son whom the angels blessed
Every angel sang hymns to nourish him with glory
And went to the waters to save men from purgatory
The tenth kingdom sings that the son came from the sun god
Who loved a white cloud and dropped a pearly tear as a prod
The cloud opened and gave a child, and the sun did laud
And the child received glory. This is what they all applaud
And the kingdom sings that the child fell as pouring rain
To the waters of the earth to ease humanity’s pain
The eleventh says that he was born with vile power
Born from a father who desired his precious flower
The plant opened its petals and became a vower
It vowed to take its sole offspring to a tomb to cower
An angel dressed in white roses came and cared for him
And through the angel, he came to a lake filled to the brim
The twelfth kingdom sings that he came from the moon and sun
He was cared for and nourished in the heights as a loved one
He was bathed in power and bright glory as the son
He soon rained down into sparkling waters as should be done
But in the shimmering truth, he was above those two
Who came to save pearls, using the shining boats to get through
The thirteenth kingdom says that he is the word so great
Born from the king of kings, who gave his dear son a mandate
To enter the world the word formed as it is his fate
The word received glory before he left through heaven’s gate
And entered the flowing waters to quench the powers
Especially their flaming and chaotic desires
But the kingless generation, those children above the stars of night
Whispers that the invisible light chose him to enter the chaos and plight
Chose him from all the eternal realms, to carry five seals of insight
In him was the seed of gnosis, to grow and know the truth and light
“Out of a foreign air and realm, the sun of life appeared in our midst
Christ, the son, chose us to shine in the Pleroma, out of the mist”
Old maid of the court was treated like a clown
I should get paid for it, she said up and down.
If I were you a lady said, a minstrel I would be
So she became a minstrel at the age of forty-three
She played songs and ditties that were sassy and fun
The best fool in our kingdom said the King, number one.
She got permission to go to other kingdoms too.
Singing, juggling, and doing acrobats until she was blue.
Pretty soon the whole world knew her fame.
Godmerva was her given Christian name.
But she went by Madame G as she traveled about.
Until she could not longer travel because of the gout.
Afro-Arabia Historical Trauma
The sprawling sand sea bridge; a mirage historical overview
Across the red sea, the dhows used to glide,
Where the sand of the desert met the ocean’s wide tide.
From the Horn of the east to the Swahili shores,
They traded in spices, in fabrics, and ores.
Then the seventh-century crescent rose high in the sky,
Bringing faith to the kingdoms as decades rolled by.
A fusion of bloodlines, a blending of speech,
As Arabic phrases reached the Zanzibar beach.
Yet history bleeds through the dirt and the stone,
The Trans-Saharan routes heard the captive man's groan.
An Indian Ocean trade that left a deep scar,
A trauma that echoes from near and from far.
The modern paradox in alliance and in friction
In the halls of Cairo, in the Riyadh sun,
They speak of a future where two worlds are one.
Nasser and comrades, unified in their stand,
To chase the pale empires away from their land.
Nine flags fly together in the Arab League fold,
While Gulf billions venture in infrastructure gold.
Yet a fracture still lingers in the modern day light
Where the border of identity splits black and white.
One without telling their histories?
From the banks of the Nile to the Sahelian sand,
Resource and water divide up the land.
While workers traveling north for a life that is new
Still look for the dignity they are rightly due.
Moving on without hearing their stories?
Historical Trauma; the scar of the slave trade
The desert is vast, the ocean is deep,
They carry the secrets that centuries keep.
Prolonged years, before they trade
West sailed to the Atlantic shore,
The caravans marched through the wilderness door.
For a thousand long years, the footprints were made
The wealth of empires built on a human trade.
Though faith tied the continents, a shadow remained
The memory of ancestors captured and chained.
We speak of alliance, of summits and trade,
Of strategic bonds that our leaders have made.
But the ghost in the ledger, the pain in the bone
Is a trauma of history that must be known.
Arab-African history is a tapestry
Of deep spiritual brotherhood woven alongside
Heavy, painful threads of human bondage.
Tensions of the Arab-African slavery
Historical PTSD relationship trauma.
A dynamics historical trauma
A small man with strong muscles stands on top of a training mound. He was raised a farmer's son and toiled most days from sun up to sun down in the fields of Azeroth. He was called upon to bring glory back to the land by defending the weak and saving the righteous. His family was slaughtered in the battle for West Fall and he was left for dead. His will to survive and his will to up hold honor and defend the helpless has brought him here to learn. This young man will have many perils and risk life everyday to defend his people. This is the story of the young paladin named Pid and his adventures in the land of Eastern Kingdoms and beyond.....
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Who Shall Save This World?
Who shall save this weary world?
Who shall silence the drums of war
and teach the nations the language of peace?
Who shall wash corruption from the hearts of men
and heal the wounds no medicine can reach?
Who shall redeem a civilization
that has forgotten the value of a soul?
These questions echo through every nation,
rising from palaces and prisons,
from city streets and lonely villages.
Greed has hardened many hearts.
Hands once created to lift the fallen
now cling tightly to their own treasures,
while the poor are forgotten,
the hungry are overlooked,
and the broken are left to weep alone.
Yet, is there not hope?
Hope that those who sleep beneath the stars
will one day awaken beneath a roof?
Hope that empty bowls will overflow with bread?
Hope that the weak will find new strength,
the disabled will stand with confidence,
the deaf will hear the morning chorus of birds,
and the crippled will outrun the wind?
Yes—there is hope.
Beyond the darkness shines redemption.
Beyond every tear waits a promise.
Beyond every grave stands eternal life.
There is only One
who can bring lasting peace to this world.
The kingdoms of men will rise and fall,
but His Kingdom shall never be shaken.
Under His reign, hatred shall bow to love,
justice shall embrace mercy,
and righteousness shall cover the earth.
Therefore, brothers and sisters,
let us place our hope not in princes,
nor in wealth, nor in the wisdom of men,
but in Christ alone.
For my hope is in Jesus—
the Prince of Peace,
the King of Kings,
the Lord of Lords,
the Saviour of the world.
In the wild for forty days was a test.
As he hungered the devil did suggest
turning stones into bread
so that he could be fed.
“There's more to life than bread.” Jesus did stress.
Up at the top all the world could be seen.
“Its kingdoms could be yours and all between,
if me you would worship
you'd have a power trip.”
“Worship is for God, all else is obscene.”
From high on the temple, right at the lip,
“Throw yourself down for there's a scripture tip
that in angels' arms
you'll come to no harm.”
“Test not your God.” He gave Satan the slip.
Luke 4.1-13