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~"This is a true story. A testimonial on Monday December 21st 2020 at all around 12:00 p.m. I was driven to a specialty clinic by my son in this pandemic. For examinational biopsy. I lay on a hospital bed, thoughts of thinking of dread. In my mind and heart I said
by Jesus stripes I am healed. positive thoughts I paraded disagree messages supposed to have been sedated yet in my consciousness I'm aroused. I am in the arms of God I now spy the drip bag containing sedation looks like water yet still I didn't go under.The procedure done and in Jesus name. A day later doctor so elated test show how I was (I am) cancer free. The doctor he seemed to be in awe shocked elated as if beyond it was beyond his belief. He was so elated with Glee he called me. Calls as though he was freed
from a bond of slavery. For you see he told me I was prostate cancer free! When in reality he seemed amazed and shocked this is from a physician a doc Now all I can say is hallelujah this day Before his call he even left a voicemail saying how he was amazed.
For you see I honestly do believe by His stripes I am heal"
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
On Monday December 21st 2020
Jesus is the greatest gift of all Hallelujah
To be alive in Christ is the second greatest gift of all.
from future 2021 anthology "My Personal Testimonial"
Happy Tears
To my dear son Louis, with love
It's about midnight, and outside darkness blankets ev'rything.
There was an elephant sitting,
On my chest, abundant pain and sweating,
Grasp for breath, I chewed down some aspirins.
911, ambulance at the door,
Like a cat, quickly move and act, 2 young gentlemen,
Kind and smooth, pressure checked, IV in vein.
Racing to St Francis ER, through the darkness curtain.
Room 106, RNs, Dr., assistance, and more, ready:
Pressure checked, temperature obtained, pulse counted, blood taken,
Chest X-ray, wires and tubes connecting, like a robot.
1 to 10 where's your pain: eleven.
Louis, my son, by my bed, observing with anxiety
Worry written in his eyes, I can see.
5am, and I, lying there like a short-circuit robot.
Deeply concern, Louis still watching over me.
Turn on TV to push away my awe feeling
Louis curled up in the chair, completely consumed by tiredness and perturbation.
Suddenly, my tears wells up, rolls down, and wets my pale lips,
Taste like ocean water, I, too, love you, love you wholeheartedly, my dear son.
Words of God overcame my pain and I realized what the Lord implies:
"Whoever believes in me, will do the works that I do." *
Love is not what one says, nor cites, nor recites,
But what one's done that shows: I truly love you.
And love shall move mountains,
Brighten hope, sprout forgiveness,
Soften stone hearts, bridge differences
Exalt peace, enlighten darkness.
And love shall shed many happy tears, surely,
As I, an worldly father, in ocean of pain and in time of lowly,
Yet my happiness wells up with my tears, abundantly,
When the love of my son touched my soul so deeply.
How one would know for sure God won't shed any joyful tears.
He is Love and He is Divine Father.
Have faith, He, too, shall cry out with happy tears,
When His children "do the works" that He does.
(Jan 28, 18)
* John 14:12
From the outside looking in
I can see as plain as day
What few others ever thought of
I guess I'm cursed in that way
If you look out
I bet you'll get to know
The pain of an empty window
It held a nose streak and some paw prints
That now live in my heart
I watched my grandma and my grandpa
Wave every time that we'd part
Watched my son learn to play ball
Not so long ago
That's a broken, memory I'll have you know
The pain of an empty window
I remember the first winter
She ever spent with me
We sat there under blankets
It was better than TV
40 years of Christmas lights
Strung out in the snow
Now how I miss, their soft romantic glow
Through the pain of an empty window
There was a nose streak and some paw prints
That now live in my heart
I watched my grandma and my grandpa
Wave every time that we'd part
Watched my son learn to play ball
Not so long ago
That's a broken, memory I'll have you know
The pain of an empty window
Saw my last child off to school
How did time pass so fast
Its hard to see what memories
Are reflected in the glass
If you look out
I bet you'll get to know
The pain of an empty window
"Breathing non-stop have you given it a second thought?"
"Have no ego. You are nothing without air"
- Quote by Author
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Frantic phones to hospitals
No bed anywhere
Oxygen was in short supply
I saw him gasping to breathe
He was dying in front of me,
I witnessed helplessly
Didn't call neighbors
Who will help a home quarantined corona patient?
What can anybody do?
A big gasp and he was gone
Officials came, took his body away
Alone staring at walls
I cried, cried and cried
all by myself
How will I tell my son,
now at my sister's place,
that his father is dead?
How will I bring him up alone?
Wish I were working...
I remembered how in darkness of night
He would whisper in my ears "I love you"
That love gone forever
That murmur in low voice early mornings
careful son should not wake up
Now who will love him that way?
He would often say " Don't worry! Enjoy life."
If only he had been more careful and cautious
If only he had not gone out
I dawned to me
We are not the brain we are proud of
nor the heart that can be replaced
neither other body organs not visible
nor the body parts we can see
We can live sans every thing
except breath
Once it stops, we are gone!
Others look at our body with a sigh
Breath is life
Breath is everything
We are nothing without air
Phone rings. It is my sister
I lift the phone up and tell her
"I am a widow"
"Mom how will we manage." I heard my crying son utter
Said "Don't worry, have faith in God. Mom is educated"
But I was not sure, not confident
Body numb, mind blank, still in shock I sat staring at darkness around
aware the light of my life is gone forever
struggle for survival has just begun
29.04.2021
Contest Name : Writing Prompt - Breathe
Sponsor : Constance La France
January 9 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 27-29
Key Verse– Genesis 27:20 And Isaac said unto his son, How is it that thou hast found it so quickly, my son? And he said, Because the LORD thy God brought it to me.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO BRINGS TO US HIS PROVISIONS
Praise be to God for bringing to us His provisions which are:
Savoury in their sweetness
Sufficient in their substance
Satisfying in their sustenance
Settled in their source
Secured in their steadfastness
Stable in their sovereignty
Soothing in their serenity
Genesis 28:3 Praise be to the Lord for multiplying to us His blessings along our:
Obedience to His commands
Optimism toward His promises
Offerings for His work
Genesis 28:16 Praise be to the Almighty for welcoming us to His place of:
Heavenly pursuits we must acknowledge
Holy persistence we must abide in
Happy people we must associate with
Honourable principles we must adhere to
Helpful preachings we must be attentive to
Humble personalities we must agree with
Honest precepts we must assert
Heartful praises we must affirm
Genesis 29:32 Praise be to the Saviour for looking upon our affliction with His:
Caring eyes
Compassionate heart
Concerned grace
Comforting peace
Consoling mercy. Amen!
January 9, 2024
A message
An angel sat on the window ledge
Wanted to come in which was understandable
It was a cold night. Walk through the window glass
for heaven’s sake, you are an angel
the angel refused it would ruffle its wings.
He opened the window and let it in and since it
was worried about its looks he took it to be a female.
The angle denied this insisted it was sexless, God
had sent her (he refused to call it It)
The message was.: It has come to my attention
that my son Jesus is an avid reader of your poems,
and as you know, he isn`t well since the crucifixion
has become left winged (pardon the pun).
He forms his worldview according to what you write,
so be a good man and tone it down a bit or else!
God is your friend.
So why didn`t he say so himself? Well she said
he doesn’t like to interfere with human affairs.
Joy everlasting! Blessings manifested
The crowning glory of why I visited
Heart overflowing with amazing grace
From the Father, sustainer of the human race
He gives the word, go reach my son
Out of this place my will be done
Spared his life, from sins decay
Enshrine with your glory, O Lord I pray
Emissaries of the Lord, took up the strain
Words and deeds will not be in vain
Heart, body and soul, in preparation
In readiness for the great convocation
Put an hedge around your son dear Lord
Your blessings in copious showers afford
Satan’s charms and wiles confound
The Holy Spirit’s presence there to abound
Blessed Lord, for this opportunity, I give you praise
Thanks and blessings, continually to you I’ll raise
Overshadowed by grace redeeming love
All praises to God who reigns from above
children's laughter
on the beach. . .
storm clouds gather
My husband, I, and our two teenaged children are enjoying a picnic when we feel slow heavy droplets that develop quickly into an assault of angry pounding rain. We rush to our boat to return to the dock twenty minutes away. My son and I are alongside the boat on WaveRunners we have rented. As the wind strengthens, mighty moving ridges came rolling before our eyes. Fear grips my heart; my son begins to sob. I call out,"It's ok," trembling in the downpour.
All at once, one single billow heaves itself completely over our boat. My spouse and daughter desperately try to bail out water from the sinking boat as my husband directs my son and I to race to the shore for help. I now truly understand the reason for the name WaveRunners, for I am running for all our lives as my heart beats to the rhythm of the lake’s surging waves.
Help comes, but our rescuers drag our boat out of the lake upside down, wrecking it. Having just had a nervous breakdown months ago, my husband cannot bear the destruction of this prized possession, provider of his sanity.
our children's cries
as my husband blankly stares. . .
my unheard pleas
Revised for the "Emotions that Rock You" Contest of Craig Cornish
My obsession for perfection drives me crazy
When I wash dishes
not a single dot of dirt is acceptable to me
When I teach my son every word in chapter
I must understand thoroughly
This goes with every job I do
It makes me slow
I have no free time in hand
I wish I were not like this!
There are many who are not perfect
They are living healthy and happy
Is perfection good or bad?
Are we not made up of dust ?
Will be we not mingle with it?
Is not everything temporary ?
Why not take things lightly ?
These questions I ask
Along with my nature and confusion
Life goes on...
March 21, 2021
Inspired by My Obsession contest of Regina McIntosh
Jesus said
come into the water my child my son my daughter
bless it holy Waters that I walk on
come on you and yours
I shall sail upon the waters
come to me my darling
telling everyone all the sons and all the daughters
come and as I sailed upon the waters the Heavenly Waters as I cross the oceans lakes and seas
I walk on the waters come I walk across the seas
come you see me before you
come
... as I gracefully run toward you come walk on the waters why won't you come my won't you run come to me why won't you come unto me come step out of the boat still while it still floats come on and join me come just forget about hope to get about yourself don't hold your breath it's all about the faith in me come we will sail across the ocean breezes won't you come won't you come and walk with me walk on the water step out on faith don't be late the time is now before it's too late why won't you come and walk on the waters come I walk across the seas come come you see before me come as I gracefully walk on the waters