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Friends follow the fraternal advice of a bosom friend.
The disciples followed each word of Jesus till the end.
As birds and beasts, on divine providence, they did depend
Kingdom's sake, like adventurers, all pains they did transcend
Clasping to their bosoms, with divine love, they healed the sick.
Raising the dead, as though waking the sleeping, was no trick.
Lepers were cleansed. Demons, like leaves in storms, did quickly flick.
God's kingdom, like a classic castle, was built brick by brick.
Like rain from above, they gained well-being and elation.
Freed from mammon's hold, they obtained divine revelation.
Bound in grace, physique, and psyche, attained transformation.
Spun in faith, they realised body-soul integration.
The heaven of existence they found in Jesus alone
Like seeds of spring in fertile fields, graces in them was sown.
To rush down the stairs of pure excitement
and spill onto the floor of packaged gifts
Wanting to open each cherished present
Only to find new clothes, the emotion shifts
To live in worlds of a child's fantasy
as they dream of things that can't be obtained
To grapple with truth, a learned capacity
One a disappointed child can't sustain
This is the past of a hushed Christmas
When spaces lived in were trodden and poor
Where there was comfort in love's surplus
and our lives were before us to explore
To have lived through a time, when love was all
Even if presents of clothes, were all we saw
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Charoset is a sweet, brown relish eaten during Passover.
It symbolizes brick mortar on a plate during a Seder.
This is a sweet treat made for the season in all nations.
There is no single recipe. Existing are many variations.
Included are apples, raisins, dates, and cinnamon.
Sometimes added are walnuts, figs, pomegranates, and saffron.
Charoset is usually placed between layers of unleavened bread.
Its thick texture makes it something easy to spread.
Often "dukeh" and "halegh" can be used as a designation.
May this Passover food be handed down to each generation.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Like Michelangelo, who with a mighty chisel
chipped Moses's knee and afterward he felt very guilty
of having done that terrible thing with an angry will;
he was wrong at thinking it looked too real, almost fleshy;
and like Him, I expected more from my craft,
but we both were wrong....did we recognize our fault?
Expectations mustn't be greater than our ability or comprehension
to create a masterpiece that others will admire,
criticize or even ignore...all our senses must feel that self-satisfaction
of having completed it in the shortest time without doubt or dire!
Whatever your craft is excel and accept critique;
why compare your work with another...isn't yours also unique?
Recognition is obtained through patience and diligent work,
we may die before anyone will stop and look;
become the new sculptor chiseling away the fault,
pausing to reflect upon it: always thinking it's an art!
There, 58 years ago, I turned 18.
There. I enrolled and finished college.
There, I fell in love and got married.
There. I obtained my first fulltime job.
There, I purchased my first bycycle.
There, I purchased my first car.
No. I was not born and raised there;
But it is there that I became a man.
It is there that I most claim to be My City.
It is My Ciity because it is there that
I learned lessons, principles, knowledge,
And wisdom that have sustained me
Until now.
It is there where I saw the Depths of man's
Depravity and learned how to best assist
My fellow mortals from such Depths. It was
There that I was given the most opportunities
To care and share my life with them.
Yes. There is a beautiful city, seated along
Lake Michigan. It was there so many years
ago that Chicago became My City.
Dr. Robert Neville must take a stand and fight "The Family".
They are a few hundred mutants who operate nocturnally.
Biological warfare has decimated the world's population.
The Family is out to destroy remnants of the old civilization.
These deformed survivors attack Dr. Neville's dwelling each night.
Science and technology are considered culpable for their plight.
A deserted Los Angeles is the battleground for each fight.
If you are wondering how the end of this situation will be,
all you have to do is watch the movie.
Based on the 1971 film "The Omega Man"
I thank imdb.com for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
A Good Find(Letter To A Staff Pastor)
By Curtis Johnson
For a number of years, my wife was heavily engaged in garage sales. The most valuable items in our home were obtained through garage sales or antique shops. Some of these items needed to be repaired and reupholstered.
However, regardless of their condition at time of purchase, the pieces were considered “Good Finds”. I must confess that my wife and I seldom agreed on what was or was not a “Good Find”. From the eyes of this beholder, some of her ‘finds’ were down right “ridiculous finds”. However, over time I came to acknowledge that hers were indeed “Good Finds’.
Pastor Jeff, you and your family have been with our church for more than a decade, and I have been well pleased from the start. I have observed your ministerial growth both publicly and administratively. You and Angela have been instrumental in our church’s growth and success.
There are many other things that I could say about you and Angela;
but I have chosen to be brief. In the words of Collectors everywhere,
you two are indeed “Good Finds”.
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“Emancipation (Kaivalya) is obtained when one realises the oneness of this Self with the universal Self, the Supreme Reality.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
from jiva, Atma to Paramatma
our ego, the Self and God absolute
this is the pathless path we need to cross
attained in stillness, if heart’s resolute
thought cessation exhumes fear and desire
starved of attention, our ego then dies
we then behold our Self as living light
where seeking ends, each heartbeat a sunrise
yet beyond Self is Brahman absolute
luminous darkness containing the all
God is the substratum of existence
the consciousness within which we stand tall
body-mind alone is caged in space-time
whilst transcendent Self mirrors God’s heartbeat
we all dwell in God and He dwells in us
recognising the truth, we feel complete
*Long long ago there was a very rich father who had a very large family. He built a large house anticipating his family. His children were normal and grew up with the standards that their father set. Occasionally, one or the other would step out of line, but they all respected their very understanding father.
But there was one who often stepped out of line and became more rebellious by not only disregarding his father's standards but by starting to make his own rules. The self-willed son finally grew up and went out on his own, making his own decisions and managing his own life and livelihood with the wealth he had obtained through his father's good graces. Quite often he had to humble himself and request the aid and wisdom of his father. This went well as long as the father would grant him his desires without questions.
When the father made inquiries so as to better assist his son in becoming self-sufficient and independent, the son became angry to the bewilderment and sadness of his father. The father was patient with his son but began to be at a loss pertaining to how he could really help his son. The father was not overbearing nor one desiring to control his adult son. He simply loved him dearly and wanted to see him become successful and happy as he pursued his own life's purpose.
However, matters at times grew from bad to worse, especially when the son would shout out what seemed to be his favorite demand of his father, "I want you to stay out of my business!". Why, the father could not understand such a demand, because he never was a volunteer, but rather was always recruited or drafted by his son into his vast array of adversities and conflicts whether they were financial, marital, or parental. It's sad when a son wants his father to be "in or out" of his life on the son's terms alone.
03252018FBPS *America, my great country, reminds me of The Prodigal Son story in the Bible. This is a fictitious description of America's rebellion against God.
There was a man
who wanted to equate X2 by treating X with X
yet, another was
connecting Y to Y to obtain 2Y
Still yet, another was to deliver Z
through equating the answers obtained by others
Nonetheless,
when no one was able to find an answer
they anticipated from others
they blamed one another and had a confused fight
soaking with blood
When spectators watch this sight
they pointed a finger at them with mockery
till they exhausted and fell on the ground
As soon as they fell,
the spectators argued with each other
upholding their favored numbers
then divided into groups
then fought till they fell on the ground
with blood shed as they did
though sun is still high in the middle of the air
enjoying siesta while counting starts
in the darkening nightly sky