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*It was one Saturday that I first saw and heard this casually dressed
gentleman at the Q Street Mall in our city. I would later see him the
next day on a Sunday morning at our church. His appearance both times
were non-threating, and that is why our pastor allowed him to have his
brief say. With a kind, gentle, and respectful spirit, this is what he said:
I stand here today as many have stood long before me. They did not stand as a herd of cattle but as one lone human. They stood with conviction and vision without compromise or cowardice. Often they stood sadly alone, never knowing who if any had their back. People like a prophet in the lion's den, refusing to compromise his faith. Like a blind man healed by Jesus who refused to be stopped and silenced. Yes, I stand here like thousands of protesters who perished without mercy. I stand like one brave lady refusing to unjustly yield her seat on a public bus. I stand here for life, for freedom, for justice, for equality, and the Rule of Law. I stand for the constitutional protection of the rights of male and female, for both majorities and minorities, for all races and religions, for all colors and creeds. Sometimes, we stand fearfully because bravery is not a prerequisite for standing. I stand like a priest who defied his authorities saying, "So help me God, I will not recant". Moreover, I also stand as one who, afraid to die, compromised his faith but later boldly died for his faith. It is not always that one's stand will cause one to be heard, believed, or celebrated. Our stands might not even be noticed or recognized as we pass on into eternity, but we can be assured that if our motive is righteous and our cause is right, God will not forget.
With no further comments or questions, he graciously shook the pastor's hand and left the sanctuary never to be seen again.
10062018PoSoupContest, I Stand Here, Craig Cornish
*Fiction
April 9 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 16-18
Key Verse – 2Samuel 16:12 It may be that the LORD will look on mine affliction, and that the LORD will requite me good for his cursing this day.
FAITH IN GOD WHO LOOKS ON OUR AFFLICTION
God looks on our affliction by His graciousness
While He takes away our pride and haughtiness
As well as our grievous selfishness
By faith’s increasing submissiveness.
God looks on our affliction by His authority
While He checks our motive and priority
As well as our earnest sincerity
By faith’s magnifying truth-certainty.
God looks on our affliction by His light
While He conquers our cowardice and fright
As well as our failures’ blight
By faith’s cheering might to do what’s right.
God looks on our affliction by His ready aid
While He subdues our distress and pain of being dismayed
As well as our frustration to answers that are delayed
By faith’s growing trust to His love that does not fade.
God looks on our affliction by His counsel through His Word
While He smites our doubt and confusion-discord
As well as our unbelief due to fake news’ record
By faith’s clinging to the Spirit’s sword.
God looks on our affliction by His wisdom
While He corrects our vanity and boredom
As well as our slothfulness to work for His kingdom
By faith’s driving spirituality along divine freedom.
God looks on our affliction by His love constantly
While He teaches our heart and mind with His precepts daily
As well as our character for servanthood willingly
By faith’s cheering disposition victoriously.
April 9, 2025
To motivation I listened.
Daylight greeted, and bid farewell
but I still listened.
Night came
Peeked though the window,
watched as I roamed around
comprehending what I had listened to.
Days turned to weeks,
and weeks to months,
then years, almost in unison
Yet nothing came about
I listened still
to motivation like a
motive motioned to
evocate.
I believed and crazy I was labelled
I fell and laughter
erupted from their throats
hoarse yet mockingly infectious.
"You can't do it", "you're only a dreamer"
they mocked and concluded.
But I still listened
Diligent, helpless
yet submissive to conquest,
and now
I listened,
conceived, and attainment is tied
around my soul's
successor, for thee who listens
in abundance gift's he shall obtain.
Shoot! Nothing like killing spree to bookend August 2019!
The latest homicide,
where gunman(men) slew
dirty deed done dirt cheap
half dozen innocent people drew
minimal horrific gasps, now a new
month (September two
thousand nineteen)
where goldenrods yellow
with morning dew
encompassing human zoo
welcomes unsuspecting killer(s) true
to form - predictably
will undertake to fire bullet(s)
setting calibrating counting queue
as month nine allows brisk business
bereaved will final adieu,
whether gentile nor Jew,
perhaps including
child named Caillou
instantaneously slain, who
knew
not what felled them
engrossed amidst social ballyhoo
ex post facto registering grievous hue
pallbearers accentuating somber view
eclipsing most recent prior massacres
similar to previous you
ululations yesterday's sorrows
without handy dandy blue's clue
motive explaining
cold blooded slaughter
unsurprising discovery
firearms Jane/ John Q.
Public kept stashed loaded, deployed...
guns up the kazoo
cocked, gauged, primed...
for unleaded opportunity
to unleash barrage
invariable generating hullabaloo
to curb bloody violence
trumpeting predictable brew
ha ha alloyed against National
Rifle Association almighty
Republican supported lobbyist crew
versus increased uproar
protesters chorus nearly few
tile opposition pitted grand Poobah
despite alarming statistics shew
plus increasing fresh gravesites dug
amidst freshly mowed fescue
attesting to wanton shell shocked
headlines indiscriminate brew
tilly assaulting sensibilities
without rhyme nor reason
yet, yours truly doth boo
leave rampant hatred
directly linkedin to
"FAKE" commander in chief
whose rabid vitriol hue
man fountainhead few
ming and frothing
lathers up right wing supremacists
greenlighting smoldering new
bile radicals hot headed
volatile mindset whereby
self anointed anarchistic Guru
possibly fuels global warming
evidenced by displaced Eskimos
flooding courtesy melting igloo!
Outline a way, outline a mood;
Nurture the feel, nurture the urge;
Dance well each day, dance well each good;
Embrace and heal, embrace and surge;
Sense beyond stuff, sense beyond things;
Invest pure heart, invest pure mind;
Gain sure enough, gain bright knowing,
Notice grand start, notice sure find;
Motive comes first, motive holds fast;
Observe a craft, observe a fit;
Time bears all thirst, time moves till last,
Inscribe strong draft, inscribe wise wit;
Fund happy will, fund actual ploy;
Sense zest that fills, sense charm that toys.
Leon Enriquez
05 August 2014
Singapore
July 27 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Song of Solomon 1-8
Key Verse – Song of Solomon 2:4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
HEART THAT STAYS IN GOD WHOSE BANNER OVER US IS LOVE
Our heart stays in God Whose banner over us is love midst our desire and need
Which He alone can meet through His supplying deed
For us to live along His contentment-creed---
Indeed, satisfying us with His bounty’s seed and feed.
Our heart stays in God Whose banner over us is love midst our deficiency and weakness
Which He alone can settle through His strengthening righteousness
For us to persevere along His omnipotent mightiness---
Indeed, assisting us through His help’s readiness and steadfastness.
Our heart stays in God Whose banner over us is love midst our foolishness and ignorance
Which He alone can correct through His Word’s ascertaining assurance
For us to learn along His wisdom-endurance---
Indeed, enlightening us upon His truth-deliverance and forbearance.
Our heart stays in God Whose banner over us is love midst our sin and iniquity
Which He alone can cleanse with His transforming purity
For us to walk along His holiness-intensity---
Indeed, purging us by His sanctification’s certainty and authority.
Our heart stays in God Whose banner over us is love midst our disability and limitation
Which He alone can stretch with His empowering restoration
For us to endeavour along His workmanship-perfection---
Indeed, driving us toward His training’s function and fortification.
Our heart stays in God Whose banner over us is love midst our disobedience and impudence
Which He alone can subdue with His humbling prudence
For us to serve along His leadership-residence---
Indeed, empowering us to follow His command’s cadence and providence.
Our heart stays in God Whose banner over us is love midst our pride and motive
Which He alone can reveal with His teaching, Scripturally protective
For us to succeed along His victory-objective---
Indeed, upholding us for His purposes’ directive and incentive.
July 27, 2026
Supremacy is an illusion dressed in white
An itch for power, the motive they signed
All to cover up the truth of their crimes
A picture painted in the delusion of supposed superiority
Perspective is how they control the story
Their reputation depends on pretty white lies
Manipulated into unsuspecting neat bow ties
The end goal - for no one to ask why
Our lives they used, as bait they abused
We, the victims of prejudiced news
White becomes the picture of innocence
Black becomes the sworn enemy
Propaganda sways the unaffected
Privilege somehow becomes the victim
A hateful world breeds this symptom
An empire built on our enslavement -
To which they defend, by giving us the arc of the villain
Unwilling participants to a system corrupted
Yet, if we were to complain chaos would have erupted
The oppressed just wants their peace - uninterrupted
Law works in favour of the oppressor
The courtroom cares not for a truthful verdict,
Always siding with their creator, the real criminal
We never had a chance, they own ‘justice’
Shackled by the arms of a vicious system
Made to bite the head of the real victims
Will the white man change with their narcissism
Or will their insecurity control the direction
The hate they have, is the greatness we own
The stones they throw is the projection they hate to home
As I sit wandering about the south
side of Chicago captured effortlessly
by the tall dandelions watching the
lightening bugs rest on sunken cattails
we often lit them just before the sun
sets over George Washington Carver
campus deep within the forest preserve
over looking the Dan Ryan expressway
just to keep the mosquitoes at bay there
are always so many not even the
swarming dragon flies feasting could
truly silence them I sit pondering away
with my thoughts on the Pullman strike
and the hay market projects writing poetry
in my journal as quiet as a mouse an yet I
always had something to say the orange sky
began to drift as a blanket of stars started
twinkling in a distant over the railroad
tracks I can here the loco motive rolling
down the broken planks-cotton belt
screeching down the steal beams fresh
bread will be served tonight with my
grandmothers famous Sicilian soup
right about now I here her calling my
name Cocoa cocoa put that book
down and get in here for supper it’s
getting dark you know I stuck my
pencil inside my braid and begin
skipping towards the gardens homes
that were actually built 1945 name after
Congressman John Altgeld for war
veterans returning from WWll and their
families there simply was no greater
peace right away I got to roll the lemons
cutting them for fresh lemonade and
begin asking all kinds of questions about
where do the bugs go at night how
do they sleep and why do lightning
bugs come out just before dust then
die out after we catch them and put
them in a jar the rest just vanish my
dad answered all my questions as I
began to drift off to sleep he carries
me upstairs to bed tucks me in removed
my pencil from my braid and
places my journal on my nightstand
dims the light as my mind starts to
dream of my tomorrows adventures
Meditation may be silent prayer with a motive
Behaviors that influence mood are complex
Wealth addiction never reaches its apex
As a vital insight, Oozes is notably zen-positive.
The mirror of integrity calms interior thoughts,
scary to smother, stifle, or deny consciousness
In the need for insight, thought-rested awareness
Things related to scrutiny are tying you up in knots.
It's as a careless awakening from a deep slumber,
intense bedtime twists, and spiritual closeness
Cosmos moves in a pure sign of sublime oneness
No stochastic or endless motion in a stark number.
Bestow intellect and heart into harmony for love,
Attain stolid calm, dissolving shape and space
The mind produces awareness, sharing, and grace
To be in-articulable, bereft of a void as a dove.
Written: December 06, 2022
Thought Rested Awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Sometimes it feels
as if I am carrying it as a child in its womb.
It is yet unformed,
but it has searching plasmid eyes
that see in the dark.
It is unnamed and dispersed as threads and fragments,
but I sense its weight.
In the beginning (that ‘beginning’ is always nebulous),
there is an impulse,
a motive pressure that cannot yet
be translated into words;
at that time (‘that time’ is always uncertain),
it is a kernel of import, yet still meaningless.
If I don’t force it to appear
it will gestate, gather a form around it.
If we are sensitive to the creative process
we will know
It is not the words we hear inside us
but the passing of muted footsteps
as they enter a reason to be born.
Perhaps after all. it’s not the poem coming through us
but we coming through the poem?