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I am unsure about some things that I see churches do.
It arouses questions in me, so I come to you.
Why do they say come down and we will pray.
Is it because they feel don’t know what to say?
The Holy Spirit does the groanings we can’t understand.
You want words from my heart and not some other man.
Then there’s pay for blessings something they ask us to do.
Some are so poor that they cannot afford too.
Not once did Jesus ask people for a single dime.
To help sick and dying, or paying for His time.
When my young children, told me what the other said.
My reply was let them come themselves and ask me instead.
I wanted to teach my children not to be afraid of me.
If someone is praying for another Lord, Is that what you see?
When we always pray for others, a habit can develop that’s wrong.
They will rely on the efforts of other, and their faith will never grow strong.
To me it’s like learning anything, It’s up to each individual to do.
Through our practice, effort, repetition, we will come to know you.
When each of my children were born…at the viewing window
shoulder to shoulder alongside all the other parents standing there
with big smiles on our faces…we couldn’t help but stare…
I remember how we all congratulated each other…
as all new parents do…
I told them how precious their baby was…
and they said how mine was precious too.
In that moment standing together in that special birthing place
we saw the innocence and the purity on each little baby face…
As we marveled at the new lives just created…
and wondered if everyone could hear our individual hearts beating…
we realized how life itself is so beautiful, so fragile…so fleeting.
And having experienced this same feeling with my grand children and great-granddaughter
I am more than happy to say…
seeing our babies as precious is a feeling that never goes away…
And so I wonder:
If as they grow we continued to see every child as precious…
if we can still find the purity and innocence on each face
would our children all be a little bitt happier…would the world be a different place?
If we could see all children through the eyes of a new parent…
as they do on the day their new life begins
we would understood what makes them precious lies beneath their sex,
their gender, their religion…and the color of their skin.
If we think back to what we felt…all those years ago…at are first meeting…
and remind ourselves how beautiful is life…how fragile…and how fleeting.
Hopefully it will give us pause…it might make us think twice…before
we demean another person…or send them off to war.
To everyone…especially leaders and politicians:
The next time you feel like belittling another person…
the next time you feel like sending them off to war…
Please…before you do…
remember…these people whose lives you are so callous with…
are precious to someone too.
My Beloved Daughters + My Lovely Children
The greatest bliss of my life to glow and shine
are my lovely children,two beloved daughters of mine.
I guided my children to step forward while raising up and caring them.
My family tree started to grow taking older daughter as its stem.
Older one called me ’Maa’ first time,the sweetest word soothed me best.
My children were my priority, everything else came next.
Younger one came ten years later,when the older one was my right hand.
She left for higher studies and next day younger one held my hand.
In childhood,I was their light of life, now both turned my grand success after all
At present i watch my wonderful competent daughters to impress each and all.
02/21/16
My Lovely Children Poetry Contest Second Place
Sponsor Laura Loo
God reveals His truth for His children
to edify and nurture them aright
showing them the way of the cross
pointing how to fight the good fight
The believers walkway goes round many bends
taking God’s children down on many a route
this really causes trials and turns for a testing
making one sanctified fully ready to shoot
Taking on all of God’s strong armour
armed with the belt of truth round waste
applying it to every individual’s situation
eating up scriptures such melting taste
God’s joy is truly complete
when seeing His children walk
fully in His truth so gracefully
a joy no greater than walk the talk
(‘I have no greater joy than to hear my children walk in truth’. 3John 4)
Years and years ago I used to sit at the kid’s table
My twin sister and I would wash all the dishes
While our cousin who was spoiled stayed with the grownups
Irritating us to the utmost degree
Today I could sit at the old people table
Or the young people table
I choose to sit at the kid’s table
Where I get to hear my grandchildren laugh and kid each other
Sitting at the kid;s table is a privilege now.
A joy, a delight
I love sitting here
Such enthusiasm, so much laughter!
My children have no idea how quickly they will relish the kid table
They sit huddled in adult conversation,
Ignoring the old and the young
The young and I do not care as we make jokes and kid each other.
Don't think it strange when someone attacks!
A person you hold dear ,stabs you in the back!
Learn from God's word that all people are flawed.
To God nothing about our behavior is odd!
Many times I hung around people, just to appear cool.
Then regretted it the next day, how I looked like a fool!
Attempted to try things and I knew it was wrong.
Oh, the depths! we will sink just trying to belong.
At seventeen in Germany wanting peer respect and love.
Cocaine once, and speed many times, up my nose I did shove.
My heart went into A-fib and I began to cry.
God if you are there, please don't let me die.
I'll start reading the bible. Make this nightmare end.
And first thing tomorrow, I'll look for new friends."
It amazingly stopped right after my prayer.
"My promise, I'll keep to you Lord. I swear!"
The next day I quickly forgot what I said.
God kindly reminded me with a thought in my head.
I don't have a bible Lord, I said with a grin.
A few minutes later, I cross paths with a friend.
He was a Christian that flew to Germany next to me.
I tried to pretend what he had I didn't see.
He walked over to me and said "God sent me to you"
I proceeded to tell him what I recently went through.
He gave me the bible and then we did pray.
Then he turned around and just walked away.
I do not remember my old dear friend's name.
But that day in Germany, I was never the same.
I've battled the same foolishness all through my life.
Disobeyed God which leads to much strife.
Everyone does it because we're all made the same.
When you do. Ask God's forgiveness in Jesus name!
It's God's gift. So AMAZING! free for all who are lost.
He came, suffered and die for mankind on the Cross!
No matter how many times you get yourself off track.
Run to our Father, he'll help you get back.
Your old friend will mock you for the new thing you do.
Just pray for their souls and one day they'll thank you!!!
This year I am grateful for health
You do not appreciate it until you lose it
Which I did for a couple of weeks
Thank you lower respiratory infection
For allowing me the empathy to be grateful for health
It is 2023, so I am grateful that I still love my husband
We have been together since 1968, in high school.
He is the kindest person I have ever met
He has a keen sense of humor
And he puts up with all kinds of idiocy from me
I am grateful for my children and grandchildren
Each of them brings beautifulness to my life
Their individual talents and clever ways delight me
I am grateful they know how to entertain themselves
And they are fantastic citizens and deep thinkers
It is 2023, and I am grateful to my dogs – Sophie and Buddy.
Sophie is an old lady, who reminds me of my mother-in-law
I loved her so much, and miss her.
Buddy is a giant pony dog who keeps us guessing
Running in and out of his doggy door all night
Our lives are full, and so are our tummies.
I am grateful for great food, a wonderful job
My pay, which is a bonus
My co-workers and my boss
I am grateful for computer skills and my talents.
Thank you God for everything!
I had a broken wing, or so it seemed.
My husband treated me so bad.
I was so sad.
I often thought that I should die.
Perhaps if I said goodbye,
all would be well.
He could live here once again.
Perhaps find a new friend,
to mother my children.
Somehow I pulled through.
Then I found you,
Poetrysoup.
I have opened up my heart.
Right from the very start
I began to heal.
My friends here have listened well.
All have been compelled
to comfort me.
My anger has evaporated.
All has dissipated.
I am restored.
Now my broken wing has healed.
I want to tell you how I feel,
my Poetrysoup friends.
From the bottom of my heart,
let me try to make a start
to thank you.
Such generous people open armed .
I am completely disarmed.
Thank you all.
WHAT’S MY MISTAKE?
I didn’t ask you for supplements,
yet you turned me into cuisine.
I didn’t ask you for a chamber,
yet you destroyed my residence.
I didn’t ask you for a cloak,
yet you tore my skin and wore my fur.
I didn’t ask you for anything—
does that give you the right to take my life too?
Did I ask you to hit us with vehicles?
Yet you walk free, without an FIR.
Did I ask you to break my legs?
Still, you drink me as soup.
Did I ask you to tie crackers around our necks
and laugh at our painful cries?
Did I ask you to kill my children
before my eyes—
while if I resist, it becomes an offence?
You ruthless demons commit every cruelty,
yet I—
born speaking a different language—
am called the mistake.
Or is being born
into this cruel human world
my only crime?
Give me space
in the womb of this world
to sleep—
and sleep eternally.
Always do your best; that is right
such brings fulfillment to the heart
granting you God's joyous delight.
Always trust the great Lord; so true
such verily gladdens the soul
smiting feelings, gloomy and blue.
Always practice kindness; oh, sure
such builds up good and firm friendship
creating fellowship pleasure.
Always stay teachable; yes, check
such smites folly and deceit's pest
shielding from ignorance-caused wreck.
Always reign against hate; seek peace
such rancor inflicts guilty pain
exposing well-being’s disease.
Always seek to rejoice*; be nice
such forgiveness-bliss melts despair
along reconciliation price.
Always be a blessing; so pray
such indeed shows your genuine love
illumined by Christ's gracious ray.
*Philippians 4:4 - Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
August 7, 2023
3rd place, "Letter to My Children or to my Unborn" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 10/5/2023