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The plus one of the world is 'YOU' If no 'YOU', the world is minus one. A world without 'YOU' is incomplete.
Did you know that when a sparrow falls, God takes note? Did you know that God counted your original hair strings? Did you know that we can also get our names written in heaven?
Sometimes we mortals under or overestimate, and sometimes we guess.
You are not the product of 'theoretical guessing' but a result of an 'exacting science'.
Stop and consider what you have done, are doing, and are going to do. Consider that what others do, all 7 billion of us, are are not what you do. Also, consider that life is not about simply what we do as much as who we are, and there is absolutely no one present or future who can be 'you' better that you.
When you arrived, you were given a name, and the place and time of your birth were recorded. Moreover, God knew you before you were formed, and had assigned a purpose unique to you. So that there would be no mistaking of you, your DNA and fingerprints match none but you. And about this, make
no mistake: We all matter, and a world without you is a lesser world.
052620PSCtest, A World Without You, JCB Burl
America, I think that you were at your strongest on your birthday,
July 4, 1776. The last line of The Declaration of Independence
convinces me of the same. Since birth, you have had massive feats
of strength and greatly assisted our world in being a better place.
America, all people and nations must be 'weighed in the balances'.
America, there is no denying that you have also done great evils,
but history reveals that you have sought corrections and made amends
for many of those evils. For this, I am grateful to God and proud of you.
In a large measure, you honored and submitted to God, and as a result,
God blessed you to become great and a genuine gift to the world. You are
still a gift to the world, but your greatness is rapidly disappearing. I think
not that it is dissipating because of what other nations and people have done.
I rather think that our lights are dimming because of what we are doing to
ourselves. It appears that we have forgotten from where we came and by lies
we are being entertained. Unfortunately, we are now feeling the pain. Also,
we are losing our identity, and don't know what or who we want to be.
America, perhaps we were at our weakest point when Lincoln spoke these words in his Gettysburg Address: "Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure". May our present weakness never descend to the level of 1863.
America, although our lights are not as bright, they are still shining.
With God being our guide, we can still be a beacon so dearly needed.
Moreover, in spite of all the challenges we face with difficult and dark
days ahead, there's still cause for me to say, Happy Birthday, America.
061523PS
Vanity offered the wise eternal glory among men
But
He emphatically declined.
Surprised,
Vanity inquired about the reason for his rejection
Which he gave her without much delay:
“Eternal glory among men is something non-existent
for
fleeting the men's world is and fleeting will remain,
no matter how many more millennia, men manage on this
planet to stay.
Moreover,
another reason for my refusal, I will give you, and this you
should keep very well in Mind,
the glory that my soul seeks, you will never be able to offer
for
to the heaven it belongs and only, the heaven can provide!"
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 February 2016
Apple Tree
I do not know why, but for the longest time, it has been assumed that I was in the Garden of Eden. I’ve been seen in gardens, orchards, and the yards of many people, but there is no proof that I was ever in Eden. But let’s just assume that I was indeed the tree realistically known as the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.
For heaven’s sake, let’s just assume that I was an innocent bystander, absorbing nutrients from the garden and producing juicy apples. Yes, I was climbed upon by the devil, picked from by the woman, and eaten from by both Adam and Eve. And can anyone imagine how disrespected I felt and taken for granted? Remember, neither the devil nor Eve consulted me about apples from me.
I grew and produced the apple that caused God to be displeased, and forced him to drive them from the garden. Moreover, at least two bites of an apple from my limbs changed the course of history for both nature and all of mankind. I must say that I am not proud of any of this. But you must remember, there was plenty of blame to go around, but when the punishment was handed down, I was not included.
And remember, I have the knowledge and remember very well, because I was there and witnessed literally everything. I even heard the devil lying to Eve, and if I could talk, I would have rebuked the devil, and advised Eve to slowly walk away. I didn’t know where Adam was, but the least I could have done was to call out to him saying, “Beware the devil on my limb!”.
I tell you, I was so sad when I heard God’s voice telling Adam and Eve about their future lives, their limitations and restrictions. Adam was to work hard enough to sweat; and Eve would always have pain when she would give birth to their children.
It was painful for me to listen to, and enough to make even a tough apple tree like myself break down and weep. But the best part was when I heard God tell the devil about his punishment. That’s when I began to rejoice. Wow! I could not shake a leg, but I shook every limb and all the bark on my body.
08262015 Curtis Johnson; Contest, Trashed #4, Sponsor, Broken Wings
What is it that compels a soul to tune in and embrace YESTERDAY?
What makes a soul set himself like a compass and never cease
sailing until he reaches YESTERDAY?
Why were some things left unfinished some 40 years prior,
forcing the soul to seek and put that final touch on YESTERDAY?
From thousands of miles away, the soul hears the beckoning
calls of YESTERDAY and finds no peace or satisfaction until
he reaches YESTERDAY.
Some doors may no longer be open.
Faces and places may have been hidden,
and some things may be presently forbidden.
But yet, the soul persists and longs in his search
for YESTERDAY.
Moreover, the soul must be aware that if he
somehow succeeds in reaching YESTERDAY,
there may be more heartaches and pains
that await than gains with which to part take.
To the city of gold
It brings me great pleasure
To inform you that your application to grab hold
Of my attention has been successful.
Your name is self explanatory
Your status is unquestionable
Your record speaks for itself
You are remarkable indeed.
You have made the dreams of the dreamers come true
You moreover led promising men from the rural astray
In the hopes of hitting the jackpot
Your beauty is of course a bonus
However , I owe you an apology dear great white
For being prejudice
I believe the name is heavy
And the expectations heavier
You too were wronged by us
We named you "the city of gold "
to make sucking you dry excusable
We used you and are still for
Our own personal gain
You were beautiful now your beauty is limited
You were free now violence and barriers surround you
You were clean
Now your trees bear drugs
You were a God fairy
Now you're a dream crusher
People resent you
You were fair
Now you only favour all those that are on the right side
Those that have the right connections
You used to be home
Now you're shelter to the highest bidder
We made you like this
We interfered with mother nature
We we we
We are to blame
We are to be prosecuted
We divided you
And gave the other half capital punishment
We demonised you
We made ourselves God to you
And our sin is bigger than you
And our apology is as tiny as Satan's mercy
From a sorry and regretful being
"Those who cannot remember the past
are condemned to repeat it"
George Santayana.
The American Revolutionary War was
The 13 colonies' war for independence.
Their beliefs and resolve were so
greatly valued that they fought
and risked their lives and fortunes.
Against tremendous odds, they conquered.
They gave presently that others might gain
in the years to come. THAT was THEN.
The American Civil War demonstrated that
The Southern States believed in one way and
The Northern States believed differently.
It was settled by blood that still bleeds today.
The blood of disunity is spilling across America.
There is much pain, but the nation remains intact.
THAT was also THEN.
Need we mention the near extinction of Native Americans?
How can we ever justify the human enslavement of millions?
Do we dare attempt to explain the Japanese internment camps?
Regardless of when we believe that life begins, in the courtroom
of Almighty God, who will pay the penalty for the abortion of
millions of babies, especially since 1972? Notwithstanding,
We must find a way to move on. THAT too was THEN.
An entire nation under the spell of Adolf Hitler,
and also, an entire world for far too long, stood by
and allowed the slaughter of 6 million Jews. Moreover,
We and the world must find a way to move on. None of
those atrocities must ever happen again.
Yes, THAT was THEN.
How do we separate the negatives from the positives?
So much of THAT which was THEN is also THIS which is NOW.
How do we dismiss the evils of yesterday and choose the good?
Presently, the future looks dark. Although dim, I still see light.
May God enable us to go forward with the 'the good that is NOW'.
Day Sounds
On one recorded morning in June of ‘08, my ears tuned in to the sound of the mild banging of a hammer from somewhere close by. I heard the leaves in the trees, as they swayed just a little from the flow of the soft and gentle wind. I knew that I was not in heaven, when I heard the sound of traffic from a major street. Moments later, there was the sound of an airplane in the distant sky.
There is a train rail line near our home, and there was a time when they would blow their horn both night and day. I do not recall that there was any particular time, but I rather think there was. What ever the time of day or night, it was never a pleasant sound. Moreover, the sound of trains blowing their horn at night was both ridiculous and disturbing. To our delight, the night blows discontinued.
After the horn blows of the day trains, we can count on the sound of automobiles racing to work. Of course these are people due at work earlier than the rest of us.
Make no mistake about it, we all have our wake up calls, whether by birds, clocks, phones, planes, or trains. Fortunately, life does bring to us an amazing sense of balance, like the beautiful and soothing sounds of singing birds. I am often entertained by a happy bird or two, whistling like they usually do. I must say, that the things they speak about, whistle about, chirp about, and sing about, are most beautiful to my ears. However, let none be misled; bird sounds are not wake up calls. At best, they could pass as snooze buttons.
Some days we are startled by flashes of lighting and rolling thunder.
Furthermore, there are wind storms; the likes of which can knock down fences and trees. Occasionally, we are blessed to be rained upon,
sometimes in the form of a drenching shower, and other times, a pleasing melodious slow and intermittent rain. Either way, the sound is a thing of beauty and peace. In addition, there are those inviting whispering winds that join the chimes and orchestrate music of their own.
06182016 PS Contest, Sounds of The Day by Nayda Ivette Negron
Rumor has it on heavens above
Among the angels’ divine sphere
That God after very much thought
Decided in man’s life to interfere
For He has observed Man’s mistakes
Which lately too many came to be
To endanger the whole of creation
Act with which God can never agree
So the Lord has most recently chosen
The book of life before long to reprint
Revising certain of its very old chapters
While others out will leave, He has hint
The concern of humans is now to know
Which chapters the book will not contain,
Which are going to be, somehow, revised
And which intact will forever remain
What was heard through the vine though,
It was Man’s huge and unbearable vanity
That made our almighty Lord and creator
To eliminate the chapter on humanity
The reason that our God in His infinitive wisdom
Reached such unexpected for Mankind conclusion
Is the fact that Man during his reign on earth
Has hurt our planet with his insensitive intrusion
It might still be time for Man overall to be saved
If he started correcting his many mistakes soon
Beginning by respecting life and the whole planet
And stop behaving as a dim-witted buffoon.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 June 2016
* Lately mankind is witnessing extreme natural phenomena around the world.
I though, after revising it, to repost this poem of mine so to remind ourselves
of the upcoming dangers.
** According to UN’s report “We are in an era where climate change isn’t some kind of future hypothetical,” said Chris Field, one of the two main authors of the report, and Rajendra Pachari chair of the IPCC (Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change) added: “Nobody on this planet is going to be untouched by climate change.” For that UN suggested measures to be taken immediately for to save the planet.
Moreover, the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences ( PNAS),
announced that " Researchers have found out that pollutants are strengthening storms ...plus endanger the health of people."
***It is up to us to act in order to protect our planet, ourselves and our children!
"And thou shalt eat it as barley cakes, and thou shalt bake it with dung that cometh out of man, in their sight.
And the LORD said, Even thus shall the children of Israel eat their defiled bread among the Gentiles, whither I will drive them.
Then said I, Ah Lord GOD! behold, my soul hath not been polluted: for from my youth up even till now have I not eaten of that which dieth of itself, or is torn in pieces; neither came there abominable flesh into my mouth.
Then he said unto me, Lo, I have given thee cow's dung for man's dung, and thou shalt prepare thy bread therewith.
Moreover he said unto me, Son of man, behold, I will break the staff of bread in Jerusalem: and they shall eat bread by weight, and with care; and they shall drink water by measure, and with astonishment:
That they may want bread and water, and be astonied one with another, and consume away for their iniquity."
Ezekiel 4:12-17.
Ezechiel is a Hebrew prophet of the 6th century BC who was exiled to Babylon in 587 BC.
read it about food
Son of man read it again
in Jerusalem.