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there's a whole lot of shaking going on and you're all shook up
but that is how life is when you drink from God's cup
life can take unexpected turns and have you all spun around
just remember who's in control and has the power to settle life down
now Paul and Silas were in prison for simply preaching the gospel
but after praying to God He then did the impossible
when life has you all shook up you need to stand back and sit still
don't be negative, have a little talk with God and then wait on His will
continue to do what is required of you and trust in God to show you a plan
for God can open new doors in a way you might not even understand
but that's okay as the word of God says to lean not towards your own understanding
but to wait for the will of God to intercede and to do what the Spirit is demanding
if you have a relationship with God He might shake up your normal routine
to take you out of your comfort zone and into a place you've never seen
it might not make much sense to you and you might even disagree
but God knows what is best when it comes to your destiny
accepted beliefs, traditional concepts and that's how it's always been done
but a whole lot of shaking will be going on and your faith may be under the gun
sop forget those accepted beliefs and let God guide you along
allow Him to shake things up and put you where He knows you belong
as no weapon formed against you will prosper nor come to fruition
allow the will of God to shake things up and put you in a better position
now the adversary also has the power to shake things up in your life
just recognize the enemy for what he is and then call on the power of Christ
a young girl who was demon possessed had caused a riot to manifest
with lies told against Paul and Silas they found themselves under arrest
but Paul and Silas did not possess the spirit of fear
for they knew that the Lord God would always be there
so at the midnight hour when all hell tends to break out
that's when to the Lord our God Paul and Silas did pray and shout
and lo and behold God answered their call
an earthquake occured and shook the prison walls
then all the cell doors flew open
and all the shackles were then broken
for when the praises to God go up the blessings of the Lord come down
and there will be a whole lot of shaking going on
but that's okay you're on sacred ground
They said the cowboy way of living
has withered away and is long gone
Least that's what I seen in the movies
and heard in all them old country songs
They tell me bout how them olden days
and the way cowboy's life used to be
Is now just faded pages in books
of folklore and revered history
So I headed out to Montana
so that maybe I might understand
Just how them old cowboys could make it
livin their life out there on the land
Well lo and behold I could hardly
believe the things these eyes of mine saw
To my surprise you see, all them old
cowboy ways weren't gone after all
They are still out cowpokin' just like
time for them has never had to change
Still a ropin’, ridin’ and brandin’
and pushing them cows across the range
Still searching for a few straying cows
from rugged canyons, mountains and streams
A rounding them all together for
dehorning and branding so it seems
Still bustin’ all them ‘onry ole broncs
that's as wild as the hot prairie wind
Out riding alone along miles of
them fences looking for breaks to mend
Still singing all those old cowboy songs
while gathered around the campfire light
A telling their tall tales of glory
underneath a bright rustler’s moon light
Still feeling the scorching summer's sun
that burns the grass and dries out the sage
Giving everything they can muster
for a few beans and almost no wage
Still working hard and loving harder
the way that cowboys have always done
I know I will ride alongside them
because a cowboy I have become
The great life of the western cowboy
that everyone thought was dead and gone
May have had its place in history
but I say the best is yet to come
The rain fell down hard yesterday.
Did Your anger provoke that display?
Did I do something especially terrible?
The weight of sin is quite unbearable.
Does the pounding, relentless rain
fall upon the righteous the same?
The sun shines today so freely.
Are You quite pleased with me?
Or are these the same rays that touch the evil?
Is Your grace so great to conquer the devil?
You woo sinners with gifts small and great.
You love us to death, crucifying hate.
Rain or sun?
What have we done?
Not of our merit,
but by Your Son.
Rain and sun are both gifts.
It's just a matter of perception shifts.
Both are needed to survive.
Lo, and behold, when both collide!
Put them together, witness a promise.
The sun through the rain isn't hard to miss.
Look at the sky. Smile as it hits.
With childlike innocence, a rainbow sits!
My losing struggle with not so easy "chair"
buoyed me aloft beyond
outer limits of the twilight zone
where dark shadows
lurked along green acres
creating hee haw sounds.
Aforementioned adventure
occurred countless years ago,
nevertheless psychological
repercussions persist
to this April eighteenth
two thousand and twenty three.
I admit not to be
that personality type,
who takes seat
of the pants dare
devilish death defying acts,
but remains on the straight
and true, yet still quite aware,
a series of unfortunate events
may arise clear
out of the blue, no matter
the weather temperate,
moderate and fair
nonetheless, this rather innocuous
no sweat whim methought
to raise cushioned
"supposedly knob intending
for height adjustable"
comfortable office chair,
thus fingers toyed with
this, that, or another lever
(envision finger pointing
under padding for rear),
thus nonchalantly, I blindly
jiggled one hand size pedal
appurtenance after another,
when lo and behold
whew ohhh....nooo...,
whoo ahh, way up into
the rarefied atmosphere,
yours truly did unexpectedly
vertically set sail
way past the timberline,
then OUCH each ear
snapped, crackled, and
popped, then suddenly
this chap buoyed aloft,
went temporarily deaf, oh no...,
now get this aside being
unable to hear
the sun at high altitude
creating blinding glare,
meanwhile propulsive
thrust sent me career
ring at light speed, whereat
at the least one shiver
ran down my spine
raising each small hair,
but the biggest fright
arose upon just missing
(by the skin of my teeth),
hence reason I wear dentures
colliding into a Lear
jet, no doubt the pilot,
(and motley crue) near
lee went berserk (indicated by
the dramatically erratic flight pattern),
which did appear
to shrink in size mere
lee, the rapid transit,
which wind shear
felt like a bajillion
pounds per square
inch of pressure tear
ring, pushing, and pulling
my body in all directions
pirouetting me like
a whirling dervish
spinning ever farther
distant from Earth
by many a light year!
I can't get security's attention,
He's tackling some shoplifter outside.
I have a customer committing a fraud.
You can tell his brain is fried.
He hands me an eighty dollar item
With some sticker haphazardly placed.
Trying to convince me its forty,
With this silly, stoned look on his face.
I don't buy the innocent smile.
I go check it out for myself
And lo and behold there are others
All labelled for eighty on the shelf.
Of course he claims no knowledge
And out the door he shuffles.
In comes security with a handcuffed girl.
They had been in a bit of a scuffle.
A bag full of stuff was recovered
After the thief put up quite a fight.
My fraudster had sprinted across the lot,
Quickly disappearing from sight.
We had a couple hundred baskets
With wheels, for customers to drag.
Handy they were and so loved.
"Don't take them outside" we would nag.
Well now the shoppers are peeved.
There are only three left in the store.
The rest have been stolen, disappeared,
And we won't see those anymore.
So, yes, prices continue to rise.
Everyone wants a deal
And some will do whatever it takes
Even if its lie, cheat and steal.
We have the police on speed dial.
They visit here every day.
We always have an idiot here
For them to take away.
The bad ones ruin it for the good.
We all pay for their crimes
And this is why costs go up.
Its just a sign of the times.
( for Kathie, because I said I would)
16th September 2018
THE SCRAGGY FOWL
The frightened scraggy fowl ran shrieking across,
The grass trodden path,
Only a squawk was heard in the aftermath,
Isaac’s gain, the chicken’s loss!
Young Isaac was bringing dinner home.
He knew it would be a treat,
This morsel of meat,
But the chickens flesh hardly covered even one bone!
He threw the floppy fowl round his neck,
Isaac was small and the chicken nearly reached his belt,
But he was so proud of what he felt,
The fowl though dead, both looked like a total wreck!
He arrived home, mom invited her neighbors and told
Them all, how brave little Isaac was, for he had caught
And killed this fowl, which she had no money to have bought,
She cooked it and served them all, quite a feat, lo and behold!
The neighbors thanked Mom Emily and said goodbye,
Isaac was her hero, they had survived another day,
They both knelt down to thank God and pray,
And with light hearts let out a thankful sigh!
Poetry
Neither hobby
nor pastime
its grip ever
grows
Its hold on my
heart
through the drought
and the snow
Each word
that it sends me
each phrase
to impound
And blessing
the silence
my Savior
— resounds
(1st Book of Prayers: August, 2025)
Divine Wind
Shinto
or Buddhist
the Samurai
served
Their honor
and legiance
in blood
was preserved
The sword
as their mantle
and spiritual
Lord
Death
was their preference
dishonor
— abhorred
(Shinjuku Museum: October, 2003)
Betwixt & Between
Better or worse
those two oxymorons
Lying in wait
entrapping the weak
Lo and Behold
they claim self-importance
Lo and Behold
thoughts watered and meek
Polar extremes
they float barely conscious
To lure you between them
and hold you quite mad
Bye after Bye
they muddle your choices
Bye after Bye
— good orphaned with bad
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
The hand of dawn smashed the cleavage of the midnight sky
Cuddled the moon and flirted with the milky way
Until the sky missed all her stars
The clouds became pregnant
The night was still thick, so nature decided to make that one of their little secrets
But walls had ears indeed .
The birds whispered to the ocean to have her menu paused
For heaven is about feeding the earth
Quickly, the Hills and Mountains bowed
Galleys and valleys halted their pant
The beautiful daffodils tossed their heads gently to the rhythm of the waves whiles awaiting the rains
Lo and behold the rains kissed the earth
Birthed a new day
The fields were greened, pastures regained strength to feed
The sun gave a duchenne smile, and its effervescence spread the sweet-scented daffodils,
Charging the atmosphere with beauty .
May nature prepare our blessings whiles we snore
May we find the birds for heads-up
May the rains come timely
May the aftermath bring forth success, progress, fortunes and beauty
Merry Christmas and a Prosperous 2023...????????
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Mom’s Night Before Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas
Downtown stores they were packed
Shoppers looking for deals
Bargains bound to attract.
My mother navigated crowded streets with care
She put off Christmas shopping until Christmas Eve
Knowing the sales would still be there
She would check off her list – this she believed!
Every year, the same game
This her habit, her tradition
Christmas Eve shopping – her claim to fame -
Like a wise woman on a mission
All parking lots said no room in the inn
Garages full, nary a spot in sight
But mom didn’t worry, slowly she grinned,
She knew the secret for parking this night.
Singing Silver Bells, her favorite carol,
With visions of gifts purchased, just in time,
She wore her mantra like festive apparel
“There’s always room at the head of the line.”
Lo, and behold, what appeared
One parking place at her favorite store
Quickly she zipped in filled with Christmas cheer
Ready to finish her holiday chores.
There’s always room, her holiday legend,
One she passed on to me, thankfully,
When finding a mall space I look to Heaven
“Thanks, Mom!” I say with Christmas glee.
Miracles happen at this time of year
In positive thinking believe
A star in the sky – a Savior appears
All of life’s burdens to relieve.
12-6-22
Contest: T’was the Night Before 3
Sponsor: Joseph May
Every year on Christmas Eve my mom would drive downtown to do her Christmas shopping. With every garage and parking place taken, she would, every year, find a place to park in front of the door to her favorite store!!!! Her mantra lives on – “There’s always room at the head of the line!” Perfect for the belief in miracles at Christmas!
#HUMANKIND...KINDNESS*
I saw a video of a Distressed MAN, standing solo with his FINAL PLAN, contemplation on that Ledge, it was Clear He'd Lost His Edge...
It was a Painful Sight to Watch, when Concluded No One Gives A Damn! Yet, Lo and Behold...People SHOWED Up and SHOUTED Out...WE LOVE YOU AND WE GIVE A DAMN!!!
They SHOWED* in their SIGNAGE* of LOVE for this HUMAN BEING...
They SHOUTED at their LOUDEST that They weren't there just for the SEEING ...
They SUCCEEDED and EXCEEDED when this Person
NEEDED LOVE and COMPASSION...
SUICIDE* KILLS THE SOUL...
STRANGERS THERE TO PREVENT* THIS GOAL...SPECTATORS, THEY CERTAINLY WERE NOT! ! ! ! !
As They SCREAMED, As They SHOUTED...
"WE'RE HERE FOR YOU, AND DON'T TAKE THIS ROUTE* YOU MATTER!!! YOU MATTER TO ME!!!"
I PRAY AS THE POLICE ESCORTED HIM DOWN THAT IN HIS HEART...
{A NEW START}
THERE LIED A TURNAROUND KNOWING PEOPLE SHOWED UP AND SHOWED OUT FOR HIM...{THAT PART}
BEFORE, A POTENTIAL LAST MOMENT, SIGH, OR BREATH...
"HE THOUGHT, THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT!"
MAY AFTERWARDS...
HE FEELS THE GRAVITY* OF THAT DEPTH!
As I Wept, I thought,
"See What LOVE and KINDNESS Can Do!!!!"
With All My Heart, I Pray That THEY...
"LOOK, TOMORROW IS A *N E W* DAY...
GOT THROUGH~~~~~!"
©Renee Denise Gross {GHPPR} 12/17/2017#