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Finding My Way
Time passes like shadows on a glass;
As we move through this life from day to day.
Yet there is a hope, free to one and all.
As in Christ we can find our way.
He gives purpose for our labor and our tears.
Even when our way is not in sight.
There is rhyme and reason for our pain.
When we see that Jesus Christ is right.
No other way asks so little or so much.
To our benevolent Lord we must be true.
Yet our passage was paid for on the Cross;
And there is nothing left but trust, for us to do.
Christ was our pattern, Jesus Christ our plan.
And we must point others to his light.
Shipwrecked souls upon life's troubled sea.
Blinded in the darkness of the night.
As we follow Christ, others may see;
By our lives they know that it is true.
He paid the price that we may live;
And that's exactly what he bids us do
Do not be careless, live by love my friend.
But seek to serve the Lord with all your might.
For that is the most and least that you can do.
When you understand that Jesus Christ is right.
My flesh unharmed, my soul broken in twain
The call christened my soul with five seals
And I sealed the phantom to a crevice
I climbed out of the valley’s shadow
And was quickly banished into a cave
To escape the mist that veiled the world
Love and cherished by few, smothered by none
I saw all things as flinting shadows
Earthly victories and mortal eros
Mere shadows cast by fleeting fires
Everything I saw and knew since my birth
Crafted shadows of an unseen land
Dead to the world and all its promises
And dead to any passing faint dream
The call of life echoed throughout the empty cave
The call of life from the unseen Pleroma land
As the world mist cleared, I saw the morning star
Calling me to her fiery arms of divine love
I recollected the arms of Anne
And remembered her tight, sheltering love
I kept hearing the call outside this cosmic sea
Far away, a sweet fragrance of life for me
Now within the homely arms of Mary
Who is Sophia in flesh, who called
Called me to holy labour and gnosis
She whispered into my gentle heart
Hope of heavenly wisdom’s victory
Faith in a hidden reality
Inner love to do the commands of Christ
Knowledge to fashion stained glass mirrors
To reflect below the sublime wonder
Poetry, art, flags, and ponderings
As well as ringing church bells up above
And watering plants down here below
From the pangs of hellfire and childbirth
I gave birth to my authentic self
My mother handed me over to death
My true mother raised me up to life
I recollected the tight arms of Anne
Now seeing them as a distant dream
Fading away from the pleasant daylight
Barbelo’s light that opened my eyes
I think of death and wonder,
I think of death and wonder,
What would it be like
To depart this life?
Perhaps to drown?
Ah yes, to drown
To choke, to gasp,
To feel the flam in my throat
The Water in my lungs.
To feel my life ebbing, ebbing,
As I thrash about,
Pulled deeper by my efforts,,
Helpless, Hopeless?
I think of death and wonder.
As I see myself,
On the pavement
In some darkened parking lot.
There are footsteps,
Someone yells,
"Oh My God"
"There's a woman here."
My limbs are tangled,
I'm a broken doll.
As my life's blood flows,
Through the cracks in my forehead.
I think of death and wonder,
Stairs? Of course the stairs,
I fall quickly.
Moaning as I go, moaning....
Death, to drown to fall,
To waste for weeks upon a bed of pain.
Death comes for everyone
And He will come for me.
I think of death and wonder,
As one who lifts a sweet cup,
Red as blood to her lips,
And drains the Nectar.
I go not as some weary soul,
Beaten and used by some cruel Master.
But as one who with a light heart,
Takes up a good book, by a favorite author.
I think of death and wonder,
As one who cheerfully embarks
To a unfamiliar place,
To see a most beloved friend.
Even now I hear the ringing
Of those distant bells.
And stir as one just now awaking,
To meet a Happy day
Life - I can’t find
No life - still alive
Hope - faith gone
Death - life is on
I believe in... - it’s coming
Feel me and leave me
Understand me - no!
My life is your death - on
Fantasy - it does not exist
Hope is not a life - Fantasy is faith
Believe in your dream, in yours
Fantasy - not going to be yours
Live my life - get what is yours
I imagine you, left yours my life on
Feel the feeling of my fantasy
Faith of vision is life - get it on
Faith is not enough
Keep the fantasy on
To be a projection
Life is passing
You are on
Faith
Fantasy
Feeling
Emotion
Projection
Light is on
You’re the Savior Who saved me one day long ago
Up Calvary’s hill with that cross did You go
You loved us so much that You paid such a price
No other atonement but Yours would suffice
You’re the Savior Who saved me when I was just eight
You gave me the license to reach heaven’s gate
You gave me forgiveness –new life, hope, and joy
And since then I’m Yours and I’m in Your employ
You’re the Savior Who saved me when no one else could
I cried out for help and I thought no one would
When all that I knew was deep sorrow and pain
You saved me and used all the trials for gain
You’re the Savior Who saved me from fears and from doubt
I quickly was sinking, but You pulled me out
And when I was lowest, and thought, “Does He hear?”
You saved me from doubt with Your presence so near
You’re the Savior Who saves me whenever I call
You answer my prayers–those great and those small
You saved me on Calv’ry, but not only then
You’re the Savior Who saves me again and again
Without half-hissed complaint he trudged on
Through many heat-crimsoned sands of fate, Humming sadly uncheering anthems to ease
Countless tripping odds that beset their mate.
Over slowing mounds snow-capped with chill,
He labored on across freezing heights and hill;
Yet not even beyond the homely horizon ahead
Did he espy the rest sought with a biting dread.
Faithful to the ideals in gallant soldiers' creed,
He strove on with unyielding energies and gut;
Equipped with nothing but the reassuring hope
That morn dawn's when all night's terrors shut.
Creepy trails in eerie woods eternize his walks
Into odd lands where spookiest serenity stalks.
Echoing cries devoid of soothing tears well say
Just what awful ills he saw in life's testing way.
Long trek on lone paths with gloom overcast,
Carries on oblivious of all grisly oddities past.
Header Note:
Poem TitleThe Scalpel vs The Prayer DHR
Sponsor Name: Daniel Henry Rodgers
Theme: Science vs Faith
Form / Type: Diabolical Dialectical Contrapuntal Poem
Date of Submission: July 10,2026
The Scalpel vs The Prayer DHR
LEFT COLUMN: THE SCALPEL RIGHT COLUMN: THE PRAYER
Steel failed to hold the artery Knees failed to hold the floor
Gloves went red, then went still Tears went salt, then went dry
The clock stopped with the bleed The clock stopped inside her chest
Air left the breathing tube Words left her whispered prayer
Silence ran door to door for news Silence ran through her bones
Names were tagged for the body His name was lifted to God
A flat line held on the monitor Hope fell from her cracked voice
Sweat cooled on brow and mask Warmth left her empty hands
Doctors spoke in loss and counts She spoke in "God, take me too"
The door opened, dark came in The door in her shut closed
"We did all we could," they said "Bring him home," she heard
We lost the fight, and he's gone God took the prayer, and he's gone
I am fed up, I want to take stock,
Of all things I could not stop.
The things I bought that all went wrong,
Down to the clock that will not bong.
The time I’ve wasted standing in queues,
The money I’ve wasted, but not on shoes.
To the annoying “Jobs Worths” out there,
I hope that some one somewhere hears my prayer.
I get fed up and angry at best,
With anyone that’s like the rest.
I am not perfect that I know
But at least you know I’ll have a go.
So for all those people that irk you too
I hope the same thought goes for you
That the fleas of a thousand camels will rest
In any and all of there liberty vests.
TAKE ME TO YOUR FRIEND
Take me to your friend that leads you to the greener pasture
That same friend that made you a new creature
I've seen everywhere His son's picture
And how He gave out simple instructions
Heard He made a way through the wilderness
And turned the wave of the ocean into calmness
I read about the man He set free from blindness
I just want to be part of His Holiness
That only and holy man I seek to know
Life, hope and fortune from Him I wish to borrow
And I heard He gives with no sorrow
I have my life on the brink crashing under my enemies' arrows
I heard he cares not if I'm young or old
I will crawl on my kneels to Him just for my hand to hold
Take me to Him today for it may be late tomorrow
Take me to the man on the cross
I heard He cares and calls with no force
I read He still cherishes the prodigals with no love lost
I'm afraid if He won't recall my blasphemy
Won't He send me away when He hears my name is Femi
Won't I get to pay a higher levy
Would He still have a place for me amongst His chosen that are this many
Take me to your own your very own
That friend that led you home
For I now live without hope
I'm weak and can't breathe with my nose
If He's willing to save my soul
I shall be ready to play my role
Please call my name to your friend alone
If His path can safely lead me home
I'm ready to walk with Him to the throne
CONCEPTUAL FM ???
My pen is the savior of my soul,
It's the place where my thoughts unroll.
I write to keep my mind at bay,
To give my emotions a place to stay.
The paper is my trusted friend,
With it, my thoughts will never end.
I pour my heart out on the page,
And my inner turmoil starts to fade.
My pen is a key to my mental state,
A tool I use to contemplate.
It helps me deal with what's inside,
And keeps my soul from being tied.
Writing lets me be free,
And from my worries, I'm able to flee.
I put my thoughts on display,
And I'm able to find my way.
So I write to keep my thoughts in line,
To keep my soul from being confined.