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I once saw an image of a large container like the ones at
the docks in my dream
as i wondered what it could mean
a smile soon began to gleam
God was showing me that our situations can not contain us
our circumstances can not contain us
even a large container has a door
there is always a way out
God will guide us through the dark valleys and get us out
the other side
when things are pressing in he will pull us out
nothing above or below nothing can take us from his hand
Jesus came to set the captives free
nothing can contain you
nothing can contain me Amen
Jesus came to set us free Amen
Nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Form:
Cold dawns and extremely chilly dusks
moving clouds stroll down very close to the Earth
vision blurred by dry mist
while humidity is tied in season’s personal polythene bag.
Air becomes a skeleton- ripped of its flesh
pain sensation, so active in a full time job
dry skins stay casualties to deformed flexibility
as they suffer a timely betrayal from an expected weather.
Evenings are blessed with romantic temperatures
even carrying along a windy followership
but always attach themselves to an ulterior motive
to stimulate a kind embrace and cause bodily malfunctions.
A period uniquely tropical
a season attracted to dry inlands and deserts
fully starting from the twelfth month to last seventy five days
sums up to be a mixed character of a major two;
as cold as the rainy days and as dry as the sunny ones.
Grief
Tears
Anger
Resentment
Xmas Trees al lit up all around
Everyone is all dressed up to the tilt
Xmas songs being sung to bring Xmas cheer
But no cheer being sung to me, only tears
Thus advent my mom isn’t here… Baby Jesus can you give my mom a hug for me?
Tinsel, Xmas gifts being bought, stores busy with the holiday cheer, for me only tears..
I’m sorry Lord, forgive my anger,
I’m alone thus holiday, thus December chill, brings comfort to my cold empty soul, Feelings of failure, to do Gods will..
Street lights blink of red, yellow green, loved ones gather around laughing, stories of family traditions, wishing I was alone in my favorite place, Sunnybrook park where my smiles, hidden laughter is safe to be seen, where my husband grew up surrounded by love, because here is not my home..
I kneel down in the cold fresh fallen snow, seeking refuge from our Virgin Blessed Mary, our mother of wisdom, love, warmth, wrap your loving arms around my trembling body, Xmas isn’t the same anymore..
Mary Ever Virgin Mother Of God, Help me ..As we patiently await your Son, who is our Savior, our Emmanuel.. Mom, what am amazing sight you have this season, spending Xmas with Jesus Christ, “I can only imagine””..
The Meaning Of Humankind
Forever people look for a complicated word
Years, decades and centuries they search
One sad word that gives meaning to humankind
Poets have written pages looking for the word
Singers sing their songs trying to find just the right word
Writers tell stories about the search for the word
Not one poem, song or story can find the perfect word
The perfect combination of letters and sounds
No one can find the one word that describes humankind
The perfect word is there right before them
It has been for all the history of the spoken language
In Greek, Latin, English or Aramaic or Chinese it has one meaning
Five letters, three syllables work together to giving meaning to humankind
The word the poets, singers and writers have been searching for
That word is simply alive
A sad word because it always has a final moment, a moment of loss
Yet, a happy word because while we are alive
We live, we love, we learn and we experience life and who we are
Sad or happy “alive” is the meaning of humankind
Thank the gods for the happy moments yet do not fear the sad ones
For that it life
That is the meaning of being alive
What makes the world go round and round
It's elementary my good friend
Love and compassion for all other dear souls
And friendships on which we depend
Think of a world without true love
To share in those moments in life
Those good times when everything's going your way
Or to help us through times of strife
This world can be a real cold place
Without that someone beside you
To help you through life's trials and tribulations
With a love that is tried and true
Those that know this real kind of love
Are the fortunate ones no doubt
They know the formula that makes this world turn
They know what this life's all about
If someone asks you your secret
Answer love everlasting love
Since the very first time these words were spoken
I love you my sweet turtle dove
As you can see it's love sweet love
That makes this old world go around
It's the reason we're here, reason for living
To this age old custom we're bound
© Jack Ellison 2014
Money is one of life’s necessary evils
everyone seems to want more
Those who have the most control
Would even go to war
Not worried about the cost
To increase their monetary wealth
Willing to give up anything
Including their family or health
Money cannot buy happiness
Is what many people say
But to those who are obsessed
Happiness just gets in the way
Having money can make life easier
No worries about how bills will be paid.
The decision to pay for meds or food
No longer has to be made
Money doesn't grow on trees
But that's what some younger ones think
One day you could be swimming in it
The next it could be gone in a blink
So invest your money wisely
And save up for a rainy day
Because you never know what life’s
Tomorrow is going to bring your way.
6/6/2021
I'm on this journey. Sometimes I feel unworthy and at other times I feel that it doesn't deserve me. The ego is alive and well it seems.
I'm at cruising speed with no radar and nothing but clouds before me. I'm losing desires in the battle of need and dreaming is becoming obsolete.
I am at the peak of awakened pain. The view is breathtaking but there is no way down. I'm throwing stones into the unknown listening for the bottom and hearing nothing but silence.
I could fly or fall,both journeys are equal in awe,the difference is the perspective.
What's next, the inevitable unknowing of course. I plan to ride in on its wave atop a dark horse. Eyes of flame and breath of ash,burning down the path that leads to the past.
All before me will be in the cult of now, awake and aloof, living each moment then letting it be consumed.
A windy path is best, tricky corners fix slick egos with shadow play and survival sounds. Cores get exposed and flesh gets rended. All that is left is the visceral and the brutally beautiful.
Like a girl with sparkling eyes and earth underneath her fingernails, the moment bares down and grounds. We are held by her grit and magic for a moment and return to the muscle memory of ancient man in her grip, Mother to us all.
No one should be so charmed as to not get wet. Not sweat or bleed or pant with thirst, life shouldn't be an easy bet with house money where the only ones who win are legacies and dummies. You laugh because it's sounds funny but the struggle is real.
There's a chance though,a secret out through a magical route. It requires the strength of self and the absence of doubt. Many have walked it for a time and touched the sublime but stay too long and it will reveal you to the world. You can't hide from life in the wilds. Kerouac learned this, as did London. Life is meant to be lived and shared but not always in tandem.
We are a collection of individual experiences strengthened by the knowledge we pour into the tribe.
Here it comes ... again,
The moment I dread each day ...
Those three words
That I never dreamed
Would take on such meaning.
Why don't you just grace me
With your silence?
The silence I've heard my whole life,
The silence that you screamed at me
From your indifference ...
Pitched with resentment,
A resentment that I didn't even create,
But took on for the sake of another ...
The one who SHOULD have heard it,
(But dysfunction ruled in its stead).
I'd rather that silence ANY day
Than to hear THIS:
"I love you" ... I love you,
Said from expectations,
Said from obligations,
Or fear that another might object
To the double-standard if you passed.
I hear it catch in your throat each time,
And its sound creeps away (swiftly) with the hope
That your god didn't hear the lie ...
That HE won't call you on it,
Or the lifetime of avoidance and neglect
That created this late-life liability.
Oh, how you cursed yourself now ...
Cursed yourself to place
This poison on your tongue
At the close of each day ...
Poison that eats away at the fabric
Of your honesty, so greatly prized.
I sometimes imagine your fingers crossed
Behind your back like a child's,
So that precious integral character
Won't be tarnished with the reality
Of what those three words REALLY mean,
Those three others of the same number,
The ones you WANT to say,
(And the ones I really hear)
The ones that you could support
And speak with confidence and truth,
Conviction and emotion and heart,
But never WILL ...
"I hate you".
I'd respect that, at least.
And you'd be FREE.
Come Out of Her, My People
"Come out of her, my people," the Saviour gently calls,
Before the final trumpet sounds, and Babylon surely falls.
His love is strong and steadfast, relentless, deep, and true;
He longs to save His children and make all things anew.
Though many have departed, yet Babylon remains
Within the hearts of loved ones, held captive by its chains.
The world and church grow similar, the line is growing dim;
God calls us to be holy, reflecting only Him.
A judgment day is coming when every deed is known;
Each soul shall stand before the King upon His glorious throne.
No soothing words can save us while hidden sins remain;
Repentance brings forgiveness and cleansing from all stains.
God's faithful have been tested through suffering and strife;
Some gave their very witness, surrendering their life.
Like Stephen, full of courage, who gazed beyond the pain,
He saw his risen Saviour and counted all as gain.
Though prisons may await us, though rulers may condemn,
Our hearts must still be anchored in Christ and trust in Him.
For Jesus walks beside us through every fiery flame,
And those who stand with courage bring honor to His name.
Where sin has grown abundant, God's grace exceeds it still;
His mercy flows forever to every seeking will.
His body, bruised and broken, His blood poured out in love,
Has opened wide the pathway to heaven's home above.
The Holy Spirit leads us in every path of light,
Transforming hearts to walk in truth and right.
If we confess our failures, He washes every stain;
He makes us new creations, forever to remain.
So heed the Saviour’s pleading before the day is done;
Choose Christ, the risen Lamb of God, His honorable and faithful Son.
"Come out of her, my people," let every heart rejoice;
For life, and hope, and victory are found in Christ alone.
“Whenever I hear anyone arguing for slavery I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally.” – Abraham Lincoln
He worked to abolish slavery
Left his mark on the USA
His heart was filled with bravery
To God he did always pray
He wasn’t simply a president
But thought up ideas filled with hope
America he chose to represent
With appreciation for ones who cope
He listened to the wisdom of God
Discovered in the Bible’s good words
Valued the people who did love
With hearts music felt as songbirds
He was born in a log cabin, so old
Raised on the wild frontier long ago
Was too wise to ever allow himself sold
To any idea that didn’t allow him to grow
Abraham Lincoln knew that the truth
Was always better to give the public
And he was so sure, a living proof
That goodness can be found in the republic
Abraham Lincoln Quotes
• “Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.” ...
• “Whatever you are, be a good one.” ...
• “Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?” ...
• “America will never be destroyed from the outside. ...
• “My Best Friend is a person who will give me a book I have not read.”
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