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Morning Prayer
From the moment you open your eyes in the morning to the moment you close them at night, may each second in between pass with joy and laughter. You are a wonderful human being, making the world a better place. So, I hope that you find only the best things in it. By Salvation Chuks
Lost inside this world of mine I feel the essence of the light
swirling diadems of gold, emerald dreams and turquoise joys
every emotion has color, every heartbeat has life;
I am breathing in Divinity, inhaling through eternity
in this land of stillness, where the most precious gift
of all is quiet,
each prayer is answered by the light of day;
Wings folded in eyes lifted up, I fly towards a new horizon
with arms stretched and hands open wide, my soul receives
respite,
in this awesome place, where heaven meets my eye;
I am found.
Words by: Mystic Rose
inspired by Salvation Chuk's honest prayer of love
I Thank My God
I heard you in your morning prayer -
Seen you raise your hands in praise;
Overheard your voices sing to God
Ev’ry hour of the day;
Watched you hold a dying hand -
Feed the hungry and the poor -
Then saw you visit prisoners -
Welcome strangers at your door.
And, I think my God
When I remember you.
In the silence of the night
You remembered those in need;
You clothed the homeless wanderers -
Shoeless and threadbare;
Gave a cup of water
To the sick and thirsting souls
Then carried a companion’s cross
Reached out - embraced their pain.
And, I think my God
When I remember you.
Listened as you taught the children
About the love of God;
And, in the face of darkness
You made choices to choose love;
The memory of these miracles
Inspires me to do the same -
And how could I not raise a prayer
To thank my God for you?
And, I thank my God
When I remember you;
I thank my God
For all you say then do;
I thank my God
For your encouragement
Oh, I thank my God.
Based on Phil 1:3
When freedom spoiled me,
and lovers blinded me
with their false affections,
no wisdom was present in any thought,
although I heard its sound sweeter than a symphony;
friends frowned, taking away their smile...
I refused to grow up by remaining a foolish child.
And I sinned because
I couldn't see the difference
in the good things that made
one wiser and more serene;
perhaps this lesson had to be learned
to separate foolishness from wisdom
to make me understand
that I had to make better choices.
Finally, salvation came
as that morning prayer brought Heaven's hope
to my doorsteps where sunlight never shone;
finally, I acquired the wisdom to choose
a purposeful life based on truth,
and cleanness of soul...
eradicating all traces of sin.
Written by Andrew Crisci
for nette oncloud's contest,
" Serenity Response "
Phrase:
"....and wisdom to know the difference "
Like a blanket God so covers me
In my head my ears bleed
And yet I can see my weaknesses revealed
Some evil ones try to constrict me
Fowl evil spirits try to convict me
Yet still the still small voice that I hear
In the new day causes me to speak up speak life
And ignore the prey
They they're not over me
I am over them
They speak death they're not a friend
I speak life with every word I say
The foolish shall not stand in my sight
All haters all workers of iniquity stop become a victim to their plight
But as for me I will come into the house in the multitude of my merciful Father
Throwing myself down at the altar
I sing out this new Day prayer for protection
I'm pleading to my father to give me righteous direction
Lead Me oh Lord and the righteousness
Because of my enemies make thy way straight
Before my face destroy by them oh God
Let them fall by their own counsels
Cast them out the multitude of their transgressions
For they have rebelled against thee
For my Lord will bless the righteous
With favor without compassed
He is a shield for you for me God is my new day protection
3/09/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2923
The moon so close,
Darkening, what I know!
It's all upto the stars,
I wish, it never fall like me.
Night on my mind,
Sharp the nightmare hits.
Me and mid 3 o'clock,
Takes me to memories.
And whatever I remembered!
A hope of morning prayer,
By school and closed notes,
It's up to your eyes,
Wherever it takes me,
I wish, takes me to memories.
Have you forgotten?
The letters carried by books,
And messages I shared.
Close enough to bring me,
From far away to you.
Now, it's all upto the star,
I wish, it takes me to memories.
It hurts me sometimes,
That now you are away.
My eyes shut by yellow,
Still all dark I see beside.
It pinch a needle in my heart,
And flow of blood takes me,
Takes me to memories.
Through the Eyes of Love
I see you in your morning prayer -
Look as you raise your hands in praise;
Overhear your voices sing to God
Ev’ry hour of the day;
Watch you hold a dying hand
Feed the hungry and the poor
Then witness you visit prisoners
Welcome strangers at your door.
In the silence of the night
You lift up heartfelt prayers;
You clothe the homeless wanderers
Shoeless and threadbare;
Give a cup of water
To the sick and thirsting souls
Then carry a companion’s cross
Clear eyesight - their pain enfold.
Mindful as you teach the children
The all seeing love of God;
And, in the face of blindness
You make choices to choose love;
The visions of these miracles
Fills my sight with awe -
How could my heart not feel gratitude
For this love without a flaw?
I thank my God
For the gift to see with eyes of love
All the blessings your hands create
Reflections of our God above;
A servant’s heart on display
Profound revealed in simplicity
Priceless gifts to frail humanity
Wrapped in your humility
Based on Phil 1:3
Contest: The Eyes of Love
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
7-13-21
Can You Feel It
The rainbowed bubbles of hope in the air?
God's hands cupping the earth during these days of a great scare?
It's time to realize that peanut brained scientists and politicians,
Need a date soon with great-famed morticians!
Time to get your groove back, brilliant poets, so dear.
Your morning prayer to include you promising to God, you have had
enough and give Him all your fears.
It's perfectly fine to bend your knee in the humblest of a genuflection.
And realize we truly live in a world headed for peace and perfection!
Good signs, poets of hope, are everywhere!
But it's up to you to acknowledge the reality of them ....being there!
Now, get out of the darkness and your hibernation.
It's all up to each of us, to be freed from madness~start living in loving liberation!
July 15, 2020
7:30am PST
I go to bed every night after I pray
Let peace embrace me while I’m asleep
Let the morning light show me the way
Of my journey for I have promises to keep.
My sleep breaks every morning when I hear
The first sound of a couple of grey pigeon
From the nest made outside a window near
I know it’s time to get up, take the day on.
I see a slice of sky through the window
Emerge from the veil of night as a shy dawn
Changing color by minutes from gray to yellow
As the sun slowly rises touching the horizon.
A divine ecstasy flutters like a bird in my mind
As I see the rising sun spreading golden ray
Striking my eyes it makes me almost blind
With the eyes closed I welcome the new day.
Mind sunk in stillness I pray in deep meditation
Let the darkness within me be lighted by the sun
Let the new day be filled with blissful elation
And into a good human being to you all I turn.
December 22, 2017.
As dawn softly stirs, wistful musings touch my mind.
A balmy morning mist is silently drifting on the air.
It's as though I've left the wretched world behind.
All I'm able to hear are songbirds singing with flair.
Gratefully, I offer thanks in an early morning prayer.
At the cusp of daylight, when my world is aligned,
there's an aura of peace of which I become aware,
as dawn softly stirs, wistful musings touch my mind.
In these meditative moments I am never inclined
to dwell upon anxieties and burdens that I bear.
No threat of harm bothers me, even when I find
a balmy morning mist is silently drifting on the air.
In these tranquil interludes, I perceive no despair.
I'm free from life's fetters without feeling confined.
I don't dwell on traps or those who set the snare.
It's as though I've left the wretched world behind.
I'm cognizant of the dilemmas that thwart mankind,
hardships and wars. From the fate of these, beware.
There's slandering of innocent ones, those maligned.
All I'm able to hear are songbirds singing with flair.
We must not allow ourselves to be labeled or defined
as a conflicted society when we should show we care.
To living with anarchy, we must not become resigned.
Let's reflect on a better way of life that we can share,
as dawn softly stirs.
June 7, 2022
A Rondeau Redouble Contest
Sponsor: Milt Hankins
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Charano Dhorite Diyogo --- A Tribute to Tagore Geetanjali
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A foothill moment got lit up underneath my colander, himalayan she
I beseech thee, have mercy upon me
Throughout life and mortality, through all strife, in glum and glee
I will shelter thee! My innermost me!
A foothill moment got lit up underneath my colander, himalayan she
I beseech thee, have mercy upon me
The yearning of the fallen vibe, unbridled a natural bliss to slowly thrive
My endless ponderance and clueless journey for my shrine
You will have your pearls glowing, one by one!
Better not to wander in a mayhem, to mourn for bygone, to love that strong!
The yearning of the fallen vibe, a natural bliss to slowly thrive
My endless ponderance and clueless journey for my shrine
A foothill moment got lit up underneath my colander, himalayan she
I beseech thee, have mercy upon me
The unquenchable thirst of a desert that traces back an oasis
Live there for a time, to gather beyond!
Once the decisive destiny will find the defined
The fallen will also live on!
I have found my solace, as the clutch released me, from a confined
With me in thou , in thy nature of divine vow
Adore me in acceptance in thy embellishment
A foothill moment got lit up underneath my colander, himalayan she
I beseech thee, have mercy upon me!
Geetabitan.com (since 2008)
Charano Dhorite
Lyric & History
Lyric and background history of song Charano Dhorite Diyogo
Song of Rabindranath Tagore
Musical composition and background history of the song:
Parjaay: Puja (104)
Upa-parjaay: Prarthana
Taal: Ardha Jhaptaal
Raag: Bhairavi
Written on: 1914 (3 Jaistha 1321)
Place: Ramgarh, The Himalayas
Collection: Geetimalya
Swarabitan: 40
Notation by: Dinendranath Tagore
Notes: This song was composed on 17th May, 1914 at Ramgarh Hills near Nainital.
15th May, 1914 was Debendranath’s 97th birthday. Prabhatkumar Mukhopadhyay, in his ‘Geetabitan Kalanukramik Suchi’ has expressed that this song might have been composed with the memory of this day at the back of His mind. On the sixteenth annual celebration held on 11th Magh at Jorasnako Thakurbari He had sung this song as the morning-prayer.
February, 2025