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When the wood to the fire that fuels us runs out and our flame flickers within, we can fully rely on God’s illuminating lantern that can be seen through all forms of darkness, confusion, and has the everlasting flame of hope and a wick that never runs short. Stay in the light.
Hope is like a flame that never gives up its brightness or shine. Some days the ugly side of life opens its mouth wide and spews troublesome wind that howls and screams, trying to snuff out that flame. Other days the still flame stands alone and just wants to be found so that it may give you comfort and relief, but is often overlooked. Nerveless the flame shines on.
Hope is the security that you attain in life so you can have reassurance within you that you will not be overtaken by adversities. It is a free gift of precious armor constructed in Heaven by the finest of angels. The armor was melted down into shape, measured perfectly, and given to you to wear for all of this life like an inflated vest that keeps your head above the violent waves that this life can try to drown you in.
Hope is the promise of rain when the sky is full of storm clouds. Hope is in the night when you’re praying for morning to come quicker. Hope is in the young and the old. Hope is for the hopeless. Hope is a robe of love that is a one size fits all. Hope will find you before you seek it out. Hope offers itself to you like a secure shelter to take refuge in like being in the middle of a relentless storm. Hope always has its arms wide open for you. Take a step closer and embrace hope in an everlasting bond.
Hope will make you put one foot in front of the other to the point where your left foot will be jealous that your right foot is taking a step ahead and then your right foot will be jealous about your left foot going forward until that gentle walk in the light becomes to be a joyful and exciting sprint to the next part of life.
Dear Lord,
Lead us to stable ground and refuge for our aching hearts to rest and heal.
Help us not to overlook the hope that You offer.
We venture to far places in this life God.
We know that You are before us so that we may follow You in Your loving foot steps.
God, You love everyone and anyone.
For Your love is infinite and gentle.
Jesus Christ, blow Your powerful wind our way so our sails can catch the current and lead us to smoother sailing. Amen.
Form:
For many days, I am yearning with my pastime longing to bargain for a mountain
Even though I am not knowledgeable about that marchant, for a dealer of that, then.
I long , I wish I could meet
A payment payable for the price, never could cease any upcoming, though hitchhike
I have a river of my own.
I would exchange that for the mountain
Who else is there, not knowing that the mountain costs less than the river
A mountain static, a river enchanting undercurrent for evermore, meandering trail
Yet, I will prefer the mountain in lieu of the river
I would buy
As I will be the thug, trying to be an equitable mug end, a moron.
Even Though the river, bought earlier was possible for a deltaic plain
During my childhood days, I had a brief, accountable memory
of the deltaic plane, free from any obesity
Enriched with the fullest swings of Butterflies, innumerable
When I reached my adolescence, the deltaic plane turned a misfit
Not one size fits all as the demand shows. Rather I loved the running undercurrent of the river.
Friends said, “In exchange for that small delta, this big river!
A deed, indeed!”
With full churns, I used to feel sheer Joy! Then!
Then I loved the river, with all my truth.
The river used to answer many questions of mine,
Such as, “Please inform about the weather forecast of this evening,
Will it rain today?”
Regarding that, the river replied, “Today, here it is a hot and humid northern breeze, passing through."
Only there is incessant down pouring rain over a small delta
What a rain it is! Seems like a festive eve!
I am no longer able to return to that delta.
He knew that! Everyone knows that.
No one is able to return to childhood days.
Now I yearn to buy a mountain.
The foothill of the mountain will be about dense forestry
I will travel along the forest, and then
This will all be all hard mountain trail
To the top, up close
The sky, hung, close, the lowly world underneath
An agonizingly ruthless silence, with no one nearby.
My voice will not be heard there, audible to no one.
Facing the world with the happening entity, I shall speak
Everyone is here for boasting, here I am a loner in my perceiving try
Instead of a victory, here, I beseech in mercy.
O my world! I am not sinful
Have mercy on me!
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2024
When in Paris do as Romans do where pardon me I lost my Latin there
What is love truly like not to quench the stereo type
in clicks and cliche's let us count the ways from one liner's to hopefully the refiner
My face my mother has good taste grace please do not waste
Faint hearted love does not hurt only a shallow flirt
Fair love not everything goes in rules of the court
Next to you sugar taste like salt I wronged you it's my fault
In small houses best not to hurt the one
but forgive least that be turned to stone
Love thy neighbor a gift from above do not throw stones or live in
glass houses when push comes to shove
A many splendored thing not a splintered thing with kid's glove
One size fits all comfortably when God is your Love
For the Love of God is the truth better than the kisses of an enemy a rebuke
To love immeasurably the only measure to set us free is His pleasure
Love has everything to do with Love and contrary
to the other opposites do not attract well rarely
So when your bow you are a singing love is not blind just forgiving
So quit playing cards save your money and love your wife
looking for one choose words carefully ask a right
one will return as with promises, doves and ravens
one is wise but the other a safe haven
If you will and if it pleases how do I spell love JE SUS
Does an ‘act’ that gets praised by a stranger reveal an act’s worth
Or reflect more the generous heart that observes? To feel love’s
Sure a gift, a response I return, no receiver can earn.
All the good man perceives, a brave witness ‘Love’ lives in all hearts,
Its expression’s no accident, roles that we play are bit parts.
We are actors, in touch with Bard’s beautiful lines that we clutch
At like straws, though we all sink and rise in life’s play. And the dove
That returns to the ark of our being, Bard’s gift (and God’s mirth?)
Am I brave to embrace the worst parts of myself (like the best),
And to love each ‘mistake’ that has helped me to grow? Can I touch
‘Like a wife’ my life’s pain, trust to feel joy, all sadness is gain
(That our God must feel too if He’s Love?) Must Creation reflect
Who God is (the ‘I AM?’) and if not, then why not? Is respect
Owed? God ‘needs’ to demand one prove Love? A dad sacrifice son!
Owed a God who creates ‘in own image’ but feints in the clutch
To let ‘man’ feel pain too (his God feels)? By pain’s ‘gift,’ are we blessed?
Can you dare to presume that you understand God, that His Word
In the Bible’s a ‘Truth’ you can deal out to others as if
(Are you God?), ‘our thought’ win true God’s nuance? Man’s ego ‘IS SIN!’
Your soul fries at the moment you step in-between me and God!
God’s relationship’s intimate, never a mob scene! Sound odd?
My faith’s ‘Colored’ to you? Might that mean God uniquely loves too!
‘Faith in God’ is not one size fits all. You’re NOT God; faith’s His riff!
Don’t compare yours to others, and Trust Him, else prove faith’s absurd!
Did Christ die for your sin or to show you God’s Love that was there
All along? “Greater love has no man’ than he lay down his life,”
But God’s Grace, (if God’s Heart can save man, it’s been there from the start),
Did not need Christ to Die! Ten commandments in truth more a ‘joke’
Meant to help us be humble? Does God by Christ’s death then provoke
The thought ego’s a ‘pipe dream,’ that service to others supreme
If we’d please Him? Let ‘Cross’ be my pride; the Church blush to be wife,
For Groom’s blood is the dowry He paid. Pray, “God’s real!” Does He care?
Brian Johnston
14th of August in 2019
Wrought liquid metal, hued in the fire's of hell,
Pored into a castings shell, then hammered well,
By the angry fists of Satan himself, behold the skeleton key.
Accursed by evil's malevolent spell, one size fits all,
No locked doors can resist against its turnings twist,
Opening unto the supernatural's mystical power, and unlocking
Humanity's hidden passages and darkest corridors,
Leaving no secrets left unspoken or in silence.
Crimson blood spewing forth from corrupted key holes, oozing
Downwards unto the floor below, staining ancient
Tapestries of the royal gentries, and the upper classes refined.
Skull to the cross bones, it possesses a will of its own,
A vile living entity, with its own consciousness.
Molding, reshaping itself at pleasures dark whim,
Feasting on hatred's malice, then releasing it unto the world
Of men.
A twisted wanton thing, laughing with intentions cruelties,
And relishing in our agonies pain.
But *****sapiens are a curious species, never realizing when to
Leave things well enough a lone.
We must know what lies beyond that forbidden
Door, where mankind is not allowed to trespass.
In these dark places of shadows ethereal, it rocks in a fetal
Ball, a creature, waiting to be disturbed, go then seek what lurks therein,
If you dare, only the key knows what it really is, and it laughs,
At our ignorance, mocking us in the darkness.
Four it is the beast, chained and shackled within our worst
Nightmares, a fierce devilish demon, that pierces through the
Darkest of night, to hunt the innocent souls of wayward men.
You've have ventured to far, beyond thy safety zone of no return.
Four death lies in those reddened eyes that watch you within
The darkness.
If you move it will attack, motions movements attracts
Attentions reactions, so remain frozen there is no safety's retreat
Thou'art trapped, again the key so laughs in the abyss,
Mocking at humanity's ignorance.
Shaking with anticipations glee, it begs the next
User to place it into the key hole, of the unknown, come along
Now what can it hurt, just one little peek, let’s look beyond the crimson
Door, as the skeleton key heckles with unbridled happiness.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Educational Competitions:
"You/We are not motivated to learn
how to take care of yourself/ourselves."
And,
We are, together, motivated to learn
how to give and receive
personal and social,
political and economic,
theological and ecological health care,
universally intended,
unitarian motivated and discerned.
Competition for resources:
"We can't change because we are too poor,
have too little health to thrive,
too few nutritional, nurturing resources."
And,
Together, with explicit therapeutic intent,
we are change,
we are healthy resources
sufficient for this day,
healing co-processors for this
and each experienced co-operating
co-arising moment.
Universally commodified competition:
"One size fits all, no exceptions."
And,
Our cooperative health intent and size
flexes to fit our potential therapeutic scale
of authoritative just operations
today,
universally right now.
Competition for power/authority:
"Our aggressive legalistic
and capital-commodified system
is too big to fail,
or even change directions."
And,
Our eco/theo-logical systems
are just ripe enough opportunity
for WinWin co-operative
healthy
co-passionate
empowering networks
evolving polypathic paradigms
to never stop regeneratively changing,
evolving,
pre-volving,
un-volving,
revolving co-passion,
co-arising gravitation.
Competition for health, resilience, resonance:
"Neglect of health care can't be fixed."
And,
Health care can become unfixed and holistic
but best when co-operatively engaged,
discovered through receiving optimal authoritative co-investment
in responsible
proper
proportional
authentic
transparent
vulnerable
therapeutic
polypathic
polyphonic
polynomial optimally wealthy climate care,
Internal and external,
yin flow with yang strength,
matriarchal with patriarchal,
compassionately resonant discernment
with co-operative resilient discipline.
Wealthy unitarian ways
toward healthy universal means.
I play like a girl, I hit like a girl
You say I throw like a girl,
And when I run -- I run like a girl!
All that plus more, enjoy this one-size-fits-all
Who and what I want comes from being strong
Classy and fabulous, this is my song!
I've been told, cut to size
The world is dark and gray when life becomes an insult
Take heed when I speak my mind,
I am tough, outstanding, and beautiful!
Move ahead --- say it twice, I smell nice
A taste of Cool Water and Justice Perfume
I have a non-stop multitask fixation
As a woman, everything about me is hidden
Magic and alluring are the only joy you'll need
I'm empowered at this moment!
Endorsing Myself, with a certain sorta mystique
I deliver an independent will,
Don't ever underestimate my physique
I am a caregiver, a female who won't give up the fight
I remain firm and believe all women have equal rights
I walk and talk Like A Girl
Wearing heels breaking the sounds of Wedding Bells
I am, Mona's unforgettable smile, standing tall Like Miss Liberty
I am, Betsy America's #1 designer, I am you and full of life.
The sound in your eyes isn't listening!
You imagine I am weak -- not strong enough -- brave enough,
You call me different and difficult!
Still, you want my warmth -- my love -- my attention
I am not less, I am more
I am a woman -- I frown -- I cry -- I hurt and yell at the universe
Nevertheless, I make a difference, like a girl, I smile
A smile, never seen or felt before, both defined and undefined
Your heart will ask and implore for more
Like a girl, I'll drive you wild, looking pretty "You're In Love!"
My Self-confidence comes from who I am deep inside
Everything I've become follows the makeup on my face
Bare and nude, I am the Madonna flowering the mood
At the end of every day, I have one other thing to say
The Next Time You ask me to cook and clean
Because you think, I belong in the kitchen
You better believe I'm doing it my way
LIKE A GIRL
We charge into battle,
Everyone side by side,
Prepared for inevitability,
Through the course of the ride,
We'll get cut, we'll get hit,
We'll get smacked around often,
While our critics and enemies,
Pray that we soften,
Our most secret of weapons,
They cannot detect,
They can't buy it or steal it,
Or, for themselves, resurrect,
It's knowing, for certain,
That we will prevail,
Knowing how to succeed,
Knowing how not to fail,
Our relevant outcome,
We cannot predict,
The time, place or nature,
The fate that we picked,
You choose a direction,
And follow it through,
Use all of the power,
That's inside of you,
If this becomes habit,
A worthy addiction,
Dreams turn into life,
From mere interesting fiction,
Some call it hot air,
Or simple lip service,
From unknown results,
That make you so nervous,
Precisely, my point,
If you can't control,
Anyone or anything,
Except for your soul,
The power of one,
When squared or when cubed,
Remains just the same,
One less than two,
But add to it slowly,
No multiplication,
Your singular voice,
Has mass replication,
So, bring on the battle,
There's strength in our lot,
Enough to defeat,
The fear that we fought,
The battle is over,
And we remain standing,
Our feet have absorbed,
The force of the landing,
Our win is subjective,
To what was at stake,
Our real intentions,
Or those we forsake,
Did we attempt,
Did we progress,
Was thinking and action,
Used under duress,
What more can we ask,
But response-ability,
Set goals and plans,
Build its facility,
Push ahead, gather,
Supplies for the journey,
Including first aid,
And a one-size-fits-all gurney,
So, here is my hand,
Please take it somehow,
My other I need,
To wipe sweat from my brow,
Because one thing is clear,
Despite smoke in the air,
We'll win going away,
Proceed if you dare.
(5/2/98)
A while ago someone accused my work of being nothing short of soft ****. Here is my reply.
Hypocrisy is a wonderful thing.
With words said in praise that ultimately sting
the victims of jealously's unfocused bile,
passed on by those with no sense of style.
Stealing men's words, and other men's prose,
like some new skill,
but I can only suppose,
that acceptance of violence,
and the shunning of lust,
shows me a world that ultimately must,
take pride in putting another soul down,
for being this woman instead of a clown,
with feelings and statements,
and nothing to say,
avoiding pains payment,
and choosing to pray,
to someone who hates me for all that I am,
well keep your poor judgement,
I don't give a damn.
Wonten lust and feelings suppressed
are rampant among us and should be expressed.
Not hidden away,
subjected to scorn.
Not put in a box and labelled as ****.
So if my harsh words hit home to you now,
imagine how I feel you miserable cow.
When told that my art is nothing but slime,
brings me no comfort, but at least it is mine,
and not some knock off of a dead poets work,
try finding your own voice you sad little jerk.
Then maybe I will respect your views,
but until that time comes, here is the news.
I have talent.
I have worth.
My voice will be heard to the ends of the earth.
For until someone stops me,
or my muse runs dry,
my pen will speak for all those who cry,
alone in the dark,
with no one hold,
loosing youth's spark,
afraid to grow old.
Being told they're too fat or they need bigger ****,
shopping for clothing to find nothing fits.
Where 'one size fits all' does not include you,
but sexual fetishes probably do.
So keep your opinions,
your judgmental sighs.
I don't need you near me.
I don't need your lies.
I can't really say I know how it feels
Cause this is a sensitive shoe
And it's not a one size fits all
But I've at one point worn that shoe
And I can say it wasn't comfortable
It hurt me real bad cause it was tight
I felt like I was caged like an animal
Imprisoned by own fears and insecurities
I felt like I wasn't worthy anymore
A feeling of hopelessness I shared
It was a bitter cup of tea that I can't invite you
For it drained me to the bone
And I lost a lot of hair cause I was thinking
Picking my brain a lot and not finding answers
Just more questions that left me questioning me
I became withdrawn chosing to be in
That even when I was out I'd still be in
Hiding myself inside my body
Fighting a war that you'd only see in my eyes
Cause they'd break at times into tears
I felt I was all alone in this world
Like every other person was just a bystander
And it would hurt seeing others laugh
Cause I felt like they were laughing at me
While I was hurting and nothing seemed to work
It's like the rough patch was going though
Was too deep that I needed repair
But all it could get was patches
That only left some more scars on me
And I could dress up more to hide them
My glow waned, and my smile darkned
I could no longer see my reflection
But deep down I could tell myself
I've been here already and I can get through this
And even though I got through it, it felt like I lost a part of me
But that's why I keep trying to be better
Surrounding myself with positive things
Telling people that whenever I'm not myself
They give me time alone but at the same time check on me
Cause deep down I know that even when I'm alone I don't want to be lonely
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