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After many years, I sat in a church service filled with culture, custom, ritual, and tradition. The experience took me back and reminded me of the early years of my childhood. The religious and worship experience of my childhood left much to be desired and afforded very little awareness of a Biblical world view. Today, as I sat, observed, and participated, I felt no real presence of a Christ-centered worship experience. No, I was not in a critical mood. These were my brothers and sisters in Christ. Instead, there was a deep cry in my heart and a weeping in my spirit. I do not deny that it is possible that I built a personal partition that may have hindered my worship experience. However, I knew what was lacking and so did others among them who had been massaged and soothed for many a year, but there was too little backing for long-awaited changes.
Realizing my stay would be shortlived and my contribution toward changes would be nill, I left with a feeling of helplessness but also with a hope and a desire to pray that God would rain upon the desert in a little church called Promise Land.
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According to a 1975 article published in Winnipeg Press, those 3 stones, found in Eastern Townships of Quebec, serve as evidence that Phoenicians embarked on a treacherous sail across the Atlantic, reaching North America well over 2,500 years ago.
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He wore a purple dyed robe and bantered softly with the sailors
as they navigated by the light of the stars
with cases of wood and glass tucked away at the base of the boat
including a thousand biblions from the City of Byblos;
The papyrus sheets filled with hurried sketches and mad scribbles
sat on his wood desk. He was on his way to Canada, what could stop him now
Six Mysterious Stone Orbs appeared in the sky overnight
at first appeared that they were just ornaments
But then the sun, fog and rain set in as he touched each stone
The knobbly Orbs were massaged and rolled,
it appeared these stone orbs had magical properties
One was made of sodalite, one of marble,
the other four had strange substance and texture;
It was an eye-opening journey through history and culture
that almost didn't happen, if it weren't for the timely effect
of one Turquenite Blue Howlite Gemstone Orb that blazed
sending Mysterious Gurdian signals to the Galaxy above;
The mast began to shake with its isignia of Orb and Sceptre
as if to say, hang on I will transport you in time,
as a large massive portal appeared he went through.
He made it to Canada, who knew ?
Sergeant Joe, newly returned
From war of the coast,
has been lately saddled with the weight of
Love and whispers of devotion from Helen.
A smooth and silent talker,
her voice rushes at the racing, spinning wind forming
behind his keen ears, stroking them for resilient warmth.
And his nerves all stand,
Like the soldiers he met in the war.
Midnight, she reaches for the balm
in the old and wizened, soot-black coconut shell.
Accompanied by a tongue of fire the size of a
wrestler’s right thumb,
whose glow reveals the seated state of
the sergeant’s dilated eyes,
she gets to the portals of his thumping heart.
Night-drums, though placid, throb from the hollow,
hallowed chambers of a deep occult night.
They cling to each other,
Sergeant Joe and Helen,
refurbishing the scattered war-torn leaves that had
hidden the treasures the village once knew, once shielded,
from low-flapping hawks,
seeking desperately the arrival of the mighty African night rain,
nourishing deluge,
whose thick, flooding spikes deaden the sound of intruders when
midnights wince repeatedly with strong delight —
like the pummelled body of a warring legend massaged softly
with camwood.
She doesn't have to love me
But she's soul does
She spoke the words she loves me
But it's from above
God given God gave
Agape
O what a beautiful love
She hears in her heart
Those the words that speak Life
O what a beautiful love
My actions are secured
From my heart the Lord
O what a beautiful love
Has molded and massaged me
To be a love as God so shows
Agape
O what a beautiful love
O Hallelujah O what a beautiful love
Please forgive me for any negativity
Come be with me and our Father's creativity
A story has been written and we have been read
Let us lift up praises jointly with our hands
04/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
Silently wafting through the night air,
He hovered like the wildest bird,
He breathed the love that massaged our soul,
Seeped through our insanest world,
And it’s not leather jeans, jacket or shirt,
Not the Oxford, Twill or Plain weave,
But rather the way he sang what he sang,
When he wore who he was on his sleeve,
The enigma, a puzzle, a new force of nature,
He sang what the world needed to hear,
Light my…Love her… People are strange,
And, like the words, he’d then disappear,
Jim was the first before thousands of firsts,
Showed the rockers how they should behave,
With Jimi and Janis in the twenty seven club,
In Paris in a beautiful grave.
Written for Chantelle Anne Cooke contest "Writers on the Storm", 3rd May 2019
First night in his final place
My dad called me weeping
“Please Bobby bring me home.”
His skin like ice cream
Melting on handle bars
Plopped in his wheelchair
Square
In the center cone of an empty room
Plaster cracked
A single nail
Where a clock once hung like a moon
He said, “They won’t tell me what time it is.
I don’t know what time it is.”
I hung his hat on that abandoned fish hook
Bent to his knees
Took off his shoes and massaged his feet
Re-storing the bait of heat to his bones.
“It’s nearly midnight Dad.”
The best time to sit beside a lake
With a fire flirting on the lunar water
And Aristotle fishing with balled up bread.
My Dad, once a boy floating famously on his back
Away on Lake Gogebic
In an afternoon polished by copper miners
To now, a lifetime later of sailing a Butterfly boat
Through two-footers on Torch Lake
His worn hands joined with his boy’s creamy hands
To a rope slipped through a pulley
Tightening the sail against the northern wind
Creating more speed and angling the boat almost to its side
Flattened to the lake
Our bodies standing up
Face to face
To the white sheet pulled and taut
Over the nose and chin of the choppy waves.
Later that night and forever more
My cell phone chimes like a clock
Every quarter hour
Shaking on my nightstand
From Dad’s new land line.
A dry peninsula without internal flowing waters
anointed with the ointment of incredible prosperity
massaged by the fat hands of uncommon wealth
and covered by tight-fitting over-alls,
made out of an expanding economic might.
One of its regions has been so globally popularized,
ousted the bench-marks of global prides time and time again
from its fleet of speeders dedicated to its agents of the law
to the breath-taking amusement park which is second to none.
Is it the driver-less and longest fully automated metro network?
Or the raised shoulders of the princess tower and the marina?
These are the starting point of a majestic economic run.
Does excellently well in showcasing its power and might,
commanding the hearts of men to its irresistible attraction.
The Burj Khalifa and manmade Islands;
J W Marriott Marquis and the world’s most inclined building,
are among others to cherish and to admire.
On the way coming among many others
are the masdar city and prestigious museums
with a tax free income, a cheap and accessible fuel
it’s not surprising internationals and expatriates
outnumber the actual citizens eleven to one.
Wealth from underground is its glory,
bordering the large waters is its fortune,
the display of its ability is its honour,
diversifying the sources of its coins is its wisdom.
Opening up to the world to lessen a conservative view
is its ultimate gain.
My brother Al is weird
But not all was it appeared
Even from a young age
He was put on a golden stage
No violence no shouting
All his words no doubting
He demanded they gave in
A spoilt boy and a devilish grin
He was the chosen one
And I was none
A cast off is the best I’d get
Followed by a dirty threat
He was allowed his freedom
Because he had autism
I was his spare
They couldn’t even bare
The wrapped him on cotton wool
He floated through childhood
Acted like he had a knighthood
Reality and him never met
I was their only regret
They locked me out the picture
So he can be a fixture
While he buried his head in books
The made me the crook
His only friend a gamer boy
Driven there to enjoy
Some company or to be social
Friend paid to be Nobel
They were desperate for him to be normal
They made his ego immortal
Off he went to boarding school
Gave them confidence to be cruel
He went with a banner of shame
That they could frame
As a master of intelligence
Meanwhile they were showing nothing but negligence
Every weekend they picked him up
And listened to his rubbish none stop
They massaged his ego
Till it couldn’t fit in the depot
He was their pride
I was their deranged child
Every opportunity they splashed the cash
Only making him more trash
Holidays, clothes, games and more
Meanwhile I slept on the floor
Never a day in his life has he had to graft
As our parents were his permanent staff
They blew smoke up has backside
To the point you can only roll your eyes
This man child can never be wrong
He gets louder to try and belong
His arrogance is so loud and profound
That one day it will make him drown
He has had no consequence for his action
His ego still gives him satisfaction
Now both parents have passed away
Putting his attitude and personality on display
I resent the differences in the way we were treated
I feel he cheated his way through his life so far
But thank you god we don’t see eye to eye
I have a craving in my soul that I can't let go.
A craving in my soul that I don't want to let go,
Lord I crave you.
From the beginning of the morning
when I opened up my eyes
to the end of the night. Before I close them,
I crave you.
Like a pregnant woman
with some ice cream, pickles, and a hot sausage,
I crave you. Your being your every being your presence
I crave for your conversation
I crave your attention
I crave you to be everything you wanna be to me
Lord I crave you
and this craving this longing
this wanting this desire,
that I have reaches a depth
that I have never felt before.
I crave you i desire you to be in my everyday conversations,
I desire you to talk back to me,
i desire your present because you're omni
and you want to be everywhere with me
and i desire Your attention when I speak
You are the king of kings and lord of lords,
yet and you have picked me.
Lord, i crave you
like i crave my legs to be massaged
after a 12-hour shift on my feet
i crave you like i want a bath
bubble bath hot steaming with candles
and soft music playing
Lord I crave you in my every being
I crave you when i open my mouth
so that only you can speak
and I crave you that when I look at people
it's you that I see
I crave you Lord I crave you I crave you and
Lord, it is only you and with you is where I want to be
lord i crave you It ain't that deep,
i crave everything you are
everything you'll ever be to me
i crave you for all that you are
creator of the heavens, moons, and stars -
i crave you lord you
Every single day of my life
every fiber in my being craves your desire.
I crave you Lord and all that you'll ever be
I crave you lord cause you desire me
Lost and Empty
Cloudless black empty night you kissed my cheek and said good bye to me,
turned and walked away not seeing the rivers of tears deep within me.
It was you not me no solace of comfort under this blanket of despair,
tried my hardest was this the man I was brought up to be.
Massaged your feet and mind with gentle touches and deep conversation,
my ears yours to bend, both shoulders for you to cry upon.
Years spent together, few days apart was this the reason you said we had to end
and bring my dreams crashing to the ground like boulders down a mountainside.
Dreams I had made with eyes wide open, planned to be a dad better than the one I had.
A family of you and me children 2 or 3 nothing mattered as long as you were there, that’s all shattered like a glass into a thousand pieces.
A new born I am new life I have to find, without my better half in this world I now
wander.
Smile on my face no one knows the pain I hide, scared and afraid I stumble
through the streets my mind lost with empty arms seeking a new soul mate and
precious friend.
By
Patrick D
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