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Where are the children? Where are the children this night and day? In the African nation of South Sudan, there is a horrible famine. Their families, and their children are perishing because they are starving to death.
World television pastors, such as Rod Parsley, are pledged to help provide assistance. The Daystar and TBN networks really providing: fresh water and wells, medical, and dental care, food and of course shoes.
The Evangelical Lutheran Church of America has our world hunger fund, The Baptist, and charismatic churches sponsor missionaries. Professional athletes and entertainment industry's actors and musicians sponsor their own non-profit organizations. The Red Cross, and Salvation Army and Habit for Humanity etc. The list could go on endlessly. Yet photos of starving children we constantly see.
Many people have wondered why? Is there really a God above us in heaven's lofty skies? And if he does exist, does he even care about us? "The poor you will always have with you, you shall not always have me with you." He was addressing Jesus. Yes, God really does care! His ministry welcomed the little children and denied them not for such is the kingdom of heaven. We must have the faith of a child to please him and enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Where are the children? They need responsible people to care for both their physical spiritual needs. The secular world addresses their physical needs from cradle to the grave. The unborn children and their mothers need special treatment and care. What happens to an unborn child from conception if it dies? The child is immediately welcomed into the presence of Jesus Christ in the kingdom of heaven. It is their grieving mothers, fathers, and families needing both spiritual and emotional tender loving care TLC.
Just suppose the unborn child would have been severely disabled from birth? God knits us together in our mother's wombs. The physical conception process with a male's sperm fertilizing a female's egg. The sin nature of mankind is responsible not God. When Adam and Eve ate from the Tree of the Knowlege of Good and Evil--sin entered into the DNA of people. Death and destruction also entered in. Where are the children? Under the shelter of his everlasting arms.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
aka Roxy Lea 1954
August 05, 2017
Winnipeg
Every day you drive down my street, through my neighborhood, anticipating the day we'll infinitely meet
I tried to ignore the feelings I've felt since the moment I walked into your convenient store but it ever holds the creative precipice of something more
You stood less than a foot away while I unconsciously held my nervous breath
You were holding yours too
If only we knew
But now we do
The truth isn't always true
Nor is it free for you or me
The wind blew
Scholastics were very few
Punished for an era that never grew
Her encyclopedias aren't new
Faux dictionaries are the fiction of the past in belated mantras that had to last
Even the fire burns out before it realizes why it was lit
The fireplace watches faithfully as grandpa snores & grandma knits
Mom & dad don't babysit when their tireless infants throw a raging fit, left to wonder where they misplaced a generations first aid kit
Burned their fingers when they forget the oven mitt
We've been there
We've done that
Old news is tucked neatly into older hats
Bootlegs
Winnipeg
Old age is something you earn for the sake of the wisdom you asked to learn
Flowers and trees
Bushes and leaves
The oldest trick in forbidden words still suffers the plot it deceives
Forgotten?
Never
Hidden?
As rightfully as its bidden
Good ole darling ridden
You see the warrior emerging from shame
You see the fighter with nothing left to blame
I still don't even know your last name
But I thank God for you every day because this isn't some highschool football game
There are no players
No more cheerleaders to haunt the jocks in old dressing rooms across the parking lot
They found his body on the rocks bound to a body bag stitched up with old rags, tied with dog tags because some still remember the night they were shot for every secret they carelessly forgot
Pierce her scarlet letter with new fangled knots until she morphs into something better
Take your orders
Draw the margin around the recycle bin's borders
You know exactly what it takes to win
Your folly may never be another man's sin
Dolphins eyelashes seduce that grin from fin to friendly fin
My love, please let me in
© Sarah Herring
She wills it but fears of wanting what she already has
Her beauty is below her, among her. and over her head
Not one but two, nor four but five
Seven more times we get up to save their lives
Never unseen, never confused
The ever seeing eyes of heaven still see you
Patriot, unearned and born unheard
Illegal and famished without lavish, man’s a curse
They drink in their stink and they stilt on their wine
But never among the poor they dine
Sovereign King, Oh Great Divine
Take watch over my heart and a whip to my mind
Keep me away from foolish spin tops
Give me strength to change the plot, shoot a straight shot
Justice is unyielding and forever is not forgiving
But surely dear Father the sun is living
Heaving and shielding away from the steel
And cleaving to the prophets who live in those mills
Protest don’t erect the laid men where they stand
Arrest the woman who’s smoke covers her hand
She plays cool in the night but stings poison by noon
And he succumbs to her rippling perfumes
Pour over he a cup of grace and song
But leave her with the moths in whom she finds favor
They bleed her dry and she licks them clean
Sorrow falls from her eyes as she lifts her screams high
For the height cannot catch her
And the angels have come to fetch her reverent mind
Pity awaits her but she does not succumb
So glory mistakes her for a petal among loose shrubs
Let a hand mend her clean into the core
Away from the thorns that gouged her pores
An invisible thread of linen and gold
knits her womb to her hips and her hips unfold
Rise sister and walk for the path was made clear
By His blood you were mended and his flesh you are healed
Rise sister walk among the songbirds in spring
Leave the dead to their gnashing let them burn, let the, wring
Rise sister and wake to the daylight at stake
Take no plunder to gain only to stain
Leave your name among the reeds
Among the mountains and steeples, among the nests and tree holes
Leave your mark across the pillars that hung you
Wringing every inch of the ground into nectar and rye
First a fist then trample on,Toward the road unknown
Like crippled rain they will dissolve and rust
Able ability answers all aptitude as attempts at accurate acquisition allows
achievement
Blending bold beauty beside bare body by being basic brain based believers
Circling constant cool casual caring comfort can combine complete class
character control
Developing definite direction does delight during distance driven delving deep
decision
Expecting every extreme effort enters each evolving educated expression easily
entertaining everyone
For frivolous fit fun fans funky freaky fabulous fortuitous fibrillations form fast
fortunes
Generous gift gesture gives guided guesses good genuine glowing gentle
growth governed generously
Holding happy healthy history helps hospitable hungry hip host handle hysterical
happenings
If idea input induces instincts it is important Id issues insight immense individual
intuition
Jerking joy just jams jig jobs jinxing jolly jarring jabs joining justice
Kept knowledge knits knocked knickers keeping keeled kicking knob keepers
knowing
Letting lofty lyrics lift load levels legitimizing learning lessons linking laughing lots
Managing marvelous methods makes melded manners motivate much more
masterful middle mingling
Necessary new nests numb nimble nervous needling never nixing needed
nocturnal nerves
Open opportunity of orating omits other owed ominous odorous oblique ordered
options
Perception plants perspective plus passive playful prominent purity points partly
past permanence
Quizzing quells quibbling quips quietly quoting quality quantum quivering quitting
questions quickly
Root reputation rules respect rebound reflection righting repeat risk rebounding
real roles
Soul sure shows simple signs sensitive strength supports several separate
steady scintillations
Trusting totally takes tempered teachings that totally tip toward tactful thinking
time
Us usually understands urban uttering unless upstanding usurping undoes
unanimous undetermined usage
Version validates valiant virtue visibly viewing valued vanity via visiting virile
venting
Warming waits within when willing wonder washes want with wistful worthwhile
words
X
Y
Z
Form:
She speaks in lingo
Like foreigners speak gringo
In all forks of the great America
Around and out of this awesome Africa
She comes online
Doing this shows she recline
On the dawn and night of her words
Designed to have faith of coming birds
That would chirp
Of grace that won't be usurp
For foes to run far from gathering bee
Walking out for daily bread in concord's decree
If the network roll
The ball off the hole
Yet right there stationed tee
Without a proportional appointee
It has actually let
You stay away from bet
Over the doubt here and there
Holding still the beet cut unaware
Learn to loose the belt
Rather than the wandering temper
Between cold and hot thoughts to melt
Yearning down lonely lane grieving distemper
Shall you willingly tint
Your face print of a hint
And leave me to clues up to nine
That quite look good as thoughts twine
That caught me in a net
She knits under my own tent
Without a threat of any sweat
Strategize to ferment my consent
Oh it was pretty cool
Naming the simple tool
Which harbours three in a box
Thoughtfully after it has flummox
The moment grows mum
Through a logic of no medium
Making the flashing lights go dim
Uncontrollably loving to grease and gym
Time don't tell when it's due
Of what momentums ensue
Rehearsing what future shall mime
Comfortably without been tagged a crime
Hope this won't die in mud
And waste away all the blood
Innocent of being a crook legally
But claimed to be one accidentally
Send it to delete the rig
And bother not the sweat that dig
Either unlawfully or lawfully, get rid
The electrons flowing endlessly through grid
Before it touches any fir
And leaves an everlasting slur
Which over time becomes so rigid
Loamy soil won't romance roots being frigid
Later it would
When in the wood
There is so much cold
To make system responses bold
Whenever I log in
And there she is not
I would rather use oil or gin
To make sure I draw getting hot
For my sake
Where truth lies awake
It never seems shaken but still
What a moveable regulatory hill!
(alternately titled one me silly more till manufactured
from go win addle American
non refundable private parts)
each set of twenty three chromosomes
the basic biological building blocks
of life came out cervix
when second hand of analog clocks
barely and scarcely swept across dial,
wrought offspring appearance
as a pier a docks
closely resembling a monkey
perhaps...hmm...
maybe mother mated with a chimp
assimilating chromosomal flox
genetic combination brought about add hocks
viz bouncing baby boy skinny and fair game
as a pluperfect future target for jocks
when I took first gasp of air sputtered
like an old engine that knocks,
now just easing into ma deuce score
and xix year with hair reed locks
twittering, snorting, rattling nonetheless
became precious human dependent
with mat chew anti body mox
see for father and mother
to care despite expelling nox
shuss gas out derriere, which profuse flatulence
natural immunization
kept away infected kids with pox
nicknamed little buttock blaster
now sits in a comfy chair and rocks
reminiscing about boyhood
and a pooch named Socs
who told time applying faux paws vox
like tum make sounds resembling tick tocks
Nowadays every potential mom and dad
disappointed unless offspring(s) feverish follow fad
decreeing qualified as gifted birth of lass or lad
go wing great lengths to prod and push
progeny until a genius to be had
rather tubby thankful and gratefully glad
regaling robust surprise
packaged traits of yore
inheriting genetics descended
when early apes did de tour
terrestrial virgin earth
anatomically complete store
reed awesomely astounding miracle from spore
sized fertilized ovum (healthy
and sound baby boy or girl) hood roar
if lionized, which feline bellow mew might mean
change my dye ya pore
and pamper me sum more
gnome hatter wailing mama or papa ignore
thence nurturing baby pipes por favor
kinship knits omnipotent bond evermore
where tis instinctual to adore.
I can't recall the day you left
Empty words going west
~To The West Coast~
My love, my sweet love -- my soulmate
I will cherish our time, with the sun
My love, my friend, my lover
Today we part, on this day June 3rd 15
My love, my sweet love -- my everything
On this day, I will take a long way home
On this day, I will look back and smile
To know it was not a dream
My love, my sweet love -- my true love
With this pen, I write this letter,
My bed now knits a different sweater,
Preparing my linens for darker weather
I want you to know, I'm writing this with a swollen heart
It was never you, it was I who grew apart
Patience kept you warm when I was cold
Every night, I cried, I tried to feed you my dreams
My hollow soul sat like a fool under a heavy cloud
Holding back, the need of proceeding who I was
My love -- please forgive me
I was inconsiderate of us
I would lay without opening the windows of trust
Your smiles I wiped away my faults
However you stayed, you watched,
You meant to kiss and stop the pouring rain
You kept strong, holding my hand,
When everything around my life persisted to perish
You soaked every time I stormed,
I regret when I refused to let you touch the women in me
My love -- it was never you
I was broken before our hearts met
Like a villain and a thief,
You took my diamonds in hopes of seeing them shine again
Your demons found a way into the shadows of my life
Trying to complete what you could not see
You could not feel, still, you believed in me
My dreams, you held me close, loving who I am
My love -- you are the sunrise the sunset
Your limbs kept me up when I would fall
I will miss the touch of light in every stare
Thank you for not looking my way, the day you left
I did not want you to see the mask I used to cover it all
Pretending, I was strong when I was weak
Knowing I had fallen in love with you
Forever yours,
THE LADY WITH THE CATS
think about the lady who we tease,
the one who often sneezes, often laughs, often dies of heart attacks.
think about how she was once a child,
a child who didn’t mind, didn’t care, and didn’t have to wash her hair.
Think about the lady some call crazy.
Think about the lady with the cats who often dies of heart attacks.
Maybe there’s a reason that she has them:
All the cats and all the scars, all the words and zero cars. Just maybe.
Maybe there’s a reason why she does it;
knits the sheets and all those mittens, pretends that she’s content with kittens. Maybe.
Maybe there’s a reason why she’s happy.
Maybe there’s a reason why she lives this way, every year, every day.
Think about the lady some call crazy.
Think about the lady with the cats who often dies of heart attacks.
Maybe, in her childhood, near her twenties…
Maybe she met a boy and fell in love and thought that would be plenty.
Maybe she was too scared to admit it.
Maybe she began to slowly let herself unravel; too scared to begin it.
Maybe she was taught that stories end.
Pages turn and people learn about the things they really want in life.
Maybe she’s too tired to continue.
Maybe every Friday at the venue playing bingo isn't right.
Instead of being old, she chose to grow up.
She chose to run a mile every morning all her life, and not to throw up.
Instead of being lonely, she was happy.
Happy with the cats, all the mittens, all the sheets, all faded khaki.
Instead of being bitter, she was sweet.
She’ll lay out all their bowls (all 9 of them) and get them food to eat.
She’ll never need a nanny or a sitter.
She’ll never reproduce or fall in love again. So she’ll never feel as bitter.
Think about your present and your future.
Think about the lady who is constantly reminded of her past.
Think about the lady some call crazy.
Think about the lady with the cats who often dies of heart attacks.
(Dedication: For Ann)
Spring rain dazzles in clear fashion;
Blooms now wrestle in grand passion;
Lovely juggle of fine action.
My lover comes to squeeze joy plain;
A lovely sum with profound gains;
We sing and hum with cares now slain.
Come let us go to seek fond space:
To greet the glow of love we trace;
With tryst that shows love in sure grace.
The moments here in happy pace
Is full of cheer with charms we trace;
Linger most clear, touch face to face.
Yes cheek to cheek as lovers touch,
Glimpses now peek on loving much;
A music peaks twin hearts as such.
And so we skip with lively feet,
Touch earthly trip upon this street;
For love now rips our sensuous heat.
No words can stay the course we take;
We while the day and night we wake;
Watch stars at play and eat our cake.
Time flavours time with clever charm;
Rhyme follows rhyme in steady farm;
Walk steadfast chime, waltz arm in arm.
A timeless span covers our smiles;
A treasure grand offers to style
Our souls' extend in passion's child.
New lease of life bursts forth to stay;
We do survive our sojourn play
Beyond mere strife to better days.
This mortal flesh must melt away;
And in a flash, our souls must lay
Old earth and dash to blissful sway.
See stillness here in pun and wit;
See love spark clear the path that fits;
See endless cheer that ever knits.
Love wears fond wings to seek bold skies
As stars now sing in myriad sighs,
To hurl and fling with love that cries!
Dusk waits for dawn, and gracious hum;
Night pines for morn, and grand outcome;
Lovers now spawn a lovely psalm.
Come now darling as love calls out;
Let's leave all things and shout fond shouts;
Heed the calling of surreal bouts.
Leon Enriquez
17 Apr 2014
Singapore
Apparently in time and space, the dark "House of the Empire of [Utter] Chaos" duly falls: Weakened injurious walls tumble into ruination and leave an untroubled, celebratory, sprawling horizon laughing all around. There's no ceiling, no roof: Only stars in the Heavens above. There's no foundation or floor, but for the good Earth and the near Unfathomable Depths, born Good News once again.
Reason, Rapture, Wisdom, Knowledge, and Faith ring.
Diana continues Her ruminations, Her meditations:
Smoldering, poisonous slag heaps become great, thriving, swaying oases. Running, fetid gutters, lining dark, trash-strewn city streets, are made Mighty, Rushing, Living, Life-Giving Water, Infinitely more precious than any gemstone, than mere silver, gold:
No forbidding skyline, no hopeless night, no empty windows lit in the dark, like staring, spying eyes:
The whole world becomes a warm, welcoming hearth fire:
Roots Deeper, Blissful Eternal Life in the
Light in the Presence of Omnipresent, All-Powerful,
All-Compassionate Divinity: At once, really -
All that ever was, is, and must transpire.
The chasm separating Heaven from Earth is bridged.
Natural harmony resonates in the Perfect Gnostic Circle:
Everything that one can see: Images Deeper, Deepest:
Earnest counsel, wiser, a view informed:
Due Curiosity, Inquiry, Experience, Knowledge:
Diana's fair brow knits.
She only seeks to enlighten us.
"One simply must understand," She says, now only a tad more serious.
In reply, one can only feign indifference,
the good light of day only welling.
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"The rulers thought they did all they did by their own power and will, but the holy spirit was secretly accomplishing all through them by the spirit's will."
--- The gnostic Gospel of Philip