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July 9 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 17-21
Key Verse – Isaiah 17:3 The fortress also shall cease from Ephraim, and the kingdom from Damascus, and the remnant of Syria: they shall be as the glory of the children of Israel, saith the LORD of hosts.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PROTECTIVE FORTRESS
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your kingdom
Thank You for making me fruitful by Your wisdom
So that I can plant along Your salvation freedom
As You rebuke me against spiritual boredom.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your rivers of blessing
Thank You for lifting me up to seek Your cleansing
So that I can come to You for worshipful praising
As You cheer me toward constant rejoicing.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your presence
Thank You for ruling over me by Your truth’s essence
So that I can stand upon Scriptural defense
As You hedge me around Your doctrines’ fence.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your work’s wonders
Thank You for shaking me by Your faith-strengthening thunders
So that I can come to Your altar-pillar borders
As You perform in me Your inheritance-orders.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your victorious fight
Thank You for guiding me to walk in Your light
So that I can follow Your leadership so right
As You help me by Your deliverance wherein I delight.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your vision
Thank You for upholding me by Your compassion
So that I can participate in Your great commission
As You supply me with Your provision.
Lord God, You are my protective Fortress within Your ground for service
Thank You for declaring unto me Your faithfulness-notice
So that I can lodge in Your ministry of servanthood practice
As You secure me to grow and mature as You did promise.
July 9, 2023
The lift cables engage, elevating
our gondola high above the valley.
And as white snowflakes confetti blue skies
our honeymoon ski-trip feels surreal.
The allure of a ski lodge in the Alps,
is, it sounds so cozy and romantic.
For if the brisk breezes become too cold,
we'll retreat inside and toast marshmallows.
Together, we'll watch a scarlet sunset
as it sets the snowcapped mountains afire.
And kiss under trillions of twinkling stars,
like diamonds strewn across ebony.
We'll be like angels atop of the world,
only love imbues hearts with such feelings.
And we'll explore this new-found paradise,
with the enthusiasm of newlyweds.
(Blank Verse)
Oct. 12, 2018
Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades are there now,
These anterdiluvian giants,
The empires,
The first is around the old empire Roman,
In Europe, a tiger named Shere Khan,
Fashion warps the bodies of humans,
Else, Pharisees - the wasps seduce Byzantium and Russia,
A shady lodge in Protestant countries,
Conspiracy dungeon,
A femme fatale,
Joseph, the brother,
The exterior court against Christian vineyards,
The army,
The tsunami,
Almost a world war,
My icon stops, not a trump card,
Like the "French Grand Monarch",
Monte Cristo count,
Forerunner and precursor Ivanhoe knight,
With the Pope of the third secret of Fatima,
Enoch and Elijah,
Two little ones against these giants with their own cults,
Three heads of bipolar Goliath,
Daughters of the nations sleep with these different types of arrogance,
To lie,
Become the mermaids of Charibdis and Scylla:
Adah and Zillah,
Lamech's wives,
To kill is their pride,
The Pharisaic leaven makes these giants grow for Ahab,
His kitchen garden,
Cain weeds in reality as a stamp,
Triple beastliness in alien farms,
Fallen stars,
On flags around the Virgin Ark,
Fires and arms in hands with Iscariot Judas,
Finally, these dwarfs against the Light,
That Light shines in the darkness,
Why do the nations rage, and the peoples plot in vain?!
I slowly wipe the sweat away from my face and take a deep breath before I enter the space. There were just too many things around me that my heart could not see; it wasn’t the clutter that I fear but it was the blatant truth that you were not there.
I have formulated the perfect picture of you walking around without socks and shoes and every time I hear the dog barks, I look at the clock and listen for the sound of the old lark and leave my heart open to make a brand-new start but the place I want to be is robbing me of my energy.
I sow a seed in the ground, then pack my suitcase and leave the town without script or purse. The wind moves deftly over me and lodge in the center of the sea, and it takes me to where I want to be. But where do we go from here, when you have pulled out all the “gears” and brought in the great “demon” from the sea to disturb my peace and tranquility. There is a great rush on this side so come with me and lets us take the next ride. Everywhere is crowded, so follow my lead and I will satisfy your needs.
The morning creeps up silently like a snake hibernating in his skin and all of a sudden my spirit starts to grin, I could hear the rooster crowing and the humming bird singing in the wee hours of the morning, and as the day begins to light , the burden in my heart became lighter.
Something around me had gone away, and the path was open for me to see what was obstructing me. I could hear a distant song, and I beckon the morning to sing along. But the morning stood naked in front of me and strangles my dignity. It took me to the edge of the sea and shows me the vast landscape that surrounds me. That’s where you ought to be; let life smile with you and the universe will accompany you.
Let’s sing in the open space and connect with the abundance of the human race, the clutter is moving away from you, and the ambiance of life will give its energy back to you. I have a special pair shoe waiting for you and nature will tell you what to do.
Please help, to dry my sweat for I am grasping for breath.
Fell upon thorns of life and bled, bled from absence of teachings I was never without. Watched my life crumbled before my expectations. Sighing with pain, my last strength strangled out of me, by demands I have never set presence into. Dragging empty coffins of what once resided in me, to a grave dug without my concern. Life blind folds me, leading me into hostility, with chains of force, I surrender my whole, a whole ain't certain if I ever had.
So harsh, my lungs collapses before I breath my last breath. So bad, solo my strive requires me, even birth denied me accomplices, its only my mothers womb that shed my safety. Earth gnawed my fragile bones, ever my inception, everyday I walk and got stabbed and pierced by my own bones spitting, from life's mouth. Cry a voiceless cry, yell to God even in my dreams, still wake everyday and earth flames continues to devour my hope.
Deceived by my naive childhood mentality, how well was I to know when only what I wished for, was to dance in the rain, I mean lie down on my back while I count stars till morning curtains unveiled, less I knew for I brought dancing shoes but life presented a battlefield, how fair is unfair when I die so unfair in an unfair circumstance. Not today, for I'm yet to germinate, yet to live, I mean rise, for I'm a seed with all potentials, life is my ploughing field, I a child of woman.
Born into life, while embraced life with both palms, my palms dazzled with worth, worth waiting for. This universe provoke my being, less evoked my renaissance, life is yet to suffer my purpose. These scars, few broken limbs and split libs, are yet to reign magnitudes, for the multitudes, that, as I lodge in my vengeance rifle, my story begins, I a child of woman.
#Poetic_Ink
Home is the word we love to hear:
The dreams are never over,
They are always a break through: after the tears:
An x is lodge in our heads was it the,
rock, a tree, or the hidden board,
Time welt serve: time to cash in
Time uproot the rocks
that tree and those loose boards
would this be a happy ending?
You had choose the life of crime
The crime didn’t nail itself:
Every day a black man
Under the age of twenty
Pulls the trigger, they turned off the light
He longs to return to his mother womb:
I see the love of their mothers
While she holds their hands at age three
at age twenty three I see the replacement :
the chrome bracelets: the resentment
Neflex the new society wants us to believe that orange is the new black:
**“Our ancestors have invented, we can at least innovate.”
? Amit Kalantri**
*“Oh Child
Look within
Find your ForeMothers
Find them
Find them”
? Malebo Sephodi**
Candle of Ishtar glints their eyes to taste
where fireplace burns hushed tones, a smoky glide
and dew anoints waxed mouths, sighs collide,
like unspoken quakes, uttered not in haste.
Lay bare night’s scent, unrelenting, unchaste
peeled garment floats on a lounge of mantle;
there, burst of seeds lodge in her ovule’s well
replayed, released, on nipples’ buds down waist.
Releasing logic, their notes pour as flame
on creamy skin, through dusk-time ever bold
and fingers crawl north to east without shame.
Lovers entwining as one in rush of heat
till tresses billow like moist sleet, to exclaim
of Ishtar’s ripe tunes; groans of moonlit suite.
~ Petrarchan Sonnet rhymed abbaabba,
followed by a 6-line ‘sestet’in cdcdcd
~Charlotte's Scorchers
11/25/2013
love's a voluptuous venom, wanky wares
until between cruising couplet it's shared
make no name if seeped'n felon flaunt
porous penury outsmarts wielded wealth: wanky whore
whooshing war's better for jolting justice
if for fame, moaning mistake feigns thrills
melting mind carves a cave for choice
many lodge in insanity, pruned politic's foil
if trained taking groomed you not to give
death drools, more you take less you live
lanky lust's a pluming plague love cures
well! Inky infatuation often love lures
if life pores patience that you seek refuge in death
you've been dead ere then - callous selfishness' crest.
'20:05:27:10:58
Note: of airy acumen.
My Soul awakened to an autumn song serene pleasant vital and calm! My flesh went to sleep kissing the autumn breeze that blew in the window while the autumn waterfall did spring forth the smell of autumn love it was amorous completely heavenly joyous my soul meet brought contentment with great wonders do appear his heart in the grips of another person pain with lost with life gains even with my hurt his tender loving care always he gives yet from afar the four winds blew the winds farther to breathed in the mystery voices from the shadows am hearing an Autumn Song! My Soul! The Dream
I am my beloved and he is mine and his desire is toward me making the soul prosper and be in health the mysteries never stop reveling but is told and do unfold as The Lord directs the paths which way to go!
Come my beloved let us go forth into the fields let us lodge in the village even above the sun moon and stars through space and time our vineyard
Come!
Let us get up early to the vineyard
Let us see if the vine flourished whether the tender grapes appear and the pomegranates bud forth there will I give you my love!
The mandrakes give a smell and we will find love at our gate
and all manner of pleasant fruits yes new and old is preserved!
which I have laid up for thee.O my head is laid on your chest daily
your gift is my gift and my Lord your Lord and our Father is joy clearly!
my beloved my beloved I am yours and you are mines!
She is a circle with a small cross underneath,
Belonging as a woman because she so
Serves as a metaphor for the sensual,
To represent females walking in earthen feet
Can she be a table stand with 3 legs?
She's a 3-Legged TABLE
How can she be so be
A three legged table has much less stable
Area than a four legged table a man on his hands and knees
Even but yet unsteady
With the womb man legs sitting on the same radius circle
She's a 3-Legged TABLE
In fact it is really just she is setting a heavy load
On the edge of her table could makes a lot more easily
The only advantage three legs that she’s stable doesn't rock falls implode
She’s the most efficient table shape serenely
Space Saving she is a 3-legged table
She is enumeration a, tabulation an itemization
Graphic submitted put forward to bring forward life
She is propose for the Father’s purpose vitalization
Suggest move to enter in lodge in life prefer to being wife
From the heavens into the womb
She's a 3-Legged TABLE
Introduce humanity essence into physical vessel moot
Three legged table she is a three legged table
Through God, man and woman she’s able mute
To co-created life a 'cricket table'
An occasional table with a round top,
She's a 3-Legged TABLE
Womb man who set on top of her 3 angled legs,
Usually from the birth canal from the universe
Comes from space into this world birth webs
She brings the universe forth under tier luminous
Set between the legs comes forth humanity
She's a 3-Legged TABLE
10/31/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©