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June 28 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 25-28
Key Verse – Proverbs 25:10 The great God that formed all things both rewardeth the fool, and rewardeth transgressors.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY BEST REWARDER
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, cleansing my sin dross
Thank You for taking away my wickedness so gross…
Help me stay in Your presence, devoid of any loss
While I strive to remain at Your holiness-cross.
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, clearing out my worldly garment
Thank You for driving away my defilement…
Help me dwell in Your righteousness against deceit's entrapment
While I delight for Your pardon-fulfillment.
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, correcting my foolishness
Thank You for pulling away my conceit and slothfulness…
Help me flee from abomination and perverseness
While I avoid pitfall of affliction-destructiveness.
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, chastening my boasting
Thank You for rebuking away my envy’s besting…
Help me overcome arrogance-propped tempting
While I foresee Your care midst prudence-testing.
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, caring for my state
Thank You for sending away my oppression-fate…
Help me understand Your laws’ slate
While I receive Your answer to my prayers, never late.
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, curbing my contention
Thank You for pushing away my iniquity-caused destruction…
Help me endure by Your faith’s fortification
While I live by Your maintenance-satisfaction.
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, causing my rejoicing
Thank You for turning away my guilt’s oppressing…
Help me walk faithfully with Your blessing
While I trust in Your wisdom along trust that’s increasing.
June 28, 2023
Amidst the Snowflakes
Like thousands of soldiers in parachutes
they come out of the winter sky
One by one hitting the pavement
to claim victory for the season now unfolding
At first they are vanquished almost instantly
a price paid for those leading the charge
However as they begin to accumulate and cluster
a formidable foe is being created
Inch by inch, foot by foot, a fortress is being built
one that can be transformed into an igloo for shelter if needed
Soon the landscape will be covered by a heavy white blanket
left unattended it will run amok overwhelming all
As plummeting temperatures assault those not ready
once open lakes and river pathways no longer escape routes
A battering ram of inclement weather hampering travel
imprisoning those caught unaware of its fury
Snow drifts form obstructing passageways
entrapping those not prepared with an escape route
Waiting out the enemy a defensive strategy now in use
As it surrounds you on all sides building an oppressing presence
High winds and frostbite commingling in the air
that will dominate at the end of the day
Beauty or beast
The conflict yet to be decided.
Andreas Simic ©
"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"
~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~
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There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts
Can you not see that I am free from you?
I am a black bird perched high in the treetops
You will hear my crowing and you may hate it
But my dear, you cannot take away my voice!
Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life,
You can abuse my freedom to find your glory
You may discard these words for your love of gods,
And in so doing you may simply ignore
All the cries that I so passionately utter
But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back
To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced
And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts
That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly
The crows will only grow louder when you turn away—
When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride
For my voice is a production sent from above
Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies!
And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever
Harmony and dissonance as one
Last night I slept
And last night I dreamt
Of what has come and gone
And that which is to come
It was a revelation
Of an impending revolution
The dream made me to dream
The dream is my dream
I saw my kinsmen in chains
In foreign lands
I saw them in pains
Working their oppressors' lands
There were times there were tired
But were deprived of rest
So they worked without getting tired
Unhappily doing their best
Then I saw the same people
Who came to us like eagle
And took our kinsmen from us
In our own land oppressing us
We became slaves in our own land
We were oppressed in our fatherland
But when the yoke was too much for us to bear
We fought and gained freedom
The dream I have for my nation
Is bigger than I can say
And this is my aspiration
To be the change all the way
I have my inspiration
From the heroes of yesterday
Who heaped up motivation
To outlive everyday
I see people everywhere
With middle fingers in the air
Curses fill the atmosphere
'cause life itself isn't fair
My biggest dream for my nation
Yea, my biggest aspiration
Is for everyman in my nation
To be his brother's inspiration.
Written by Kanu Ekpezu
© Laureates' Media 2018
Welcome to the circus
of discrimination-
where soft subtle glances
and fragrant
touches of femininity
are burnt in ashes,
through howling rays
from the sinister sun,
triggering wildfire
chaos,
conquering and controlling
roles of women;
endlessly shape-shifting
from predatory postures
of pretend protectors,
that twist and turn
tangled heartstrings
from a patriarchal pantomime
of their treacherous charade,
obnoxiously oppressing
obscured boundaries,
with their art of arrogance,
placing labels upon
our need for freedom
as sheer ignorance
of aliens aspiring for acceptance.
But what if there was
more to a flower,
than to be left-
dreamlessly
paralyzed in puddles
of poisoned petals?
Is there no wind
that can wash away
wounds of the world
engraved as a
secret symphony
of sorrow,
within sepia sepals?
Will storms carrying
songs of a
suppressed soul be
forever heard
as forced dreams?
Mimicking motionless mountains,
silently static, mistaken for
serenity,
whilst enchanting hills
draped in olive green silk
are confused as gilded
stars in worn novellas,
streaming rivulets of
emerald lakes,
where manuscripts
of tears are apprehended
as melodramatic melancholy.
Oblivious to the wilderness,
where words whirl as poetic
prophecies,
descending as
theatrical thunder,
striking upon abandoned
entities of earth, eclipsed with
fingerprints of
love lingering
liquid fears of
a female fighter,
rising above acrobatic
tyrants—
for maternal daffodils are lions,
glazed in an idle arias,
composing battles
using only words as weapons.
[The Lord]
"Why do you throw up your hands at Me?
Turn around and take what I give you!"
[The Defeated]
"These people stubbornly refuse your grace.
Their brazen-faces threaten violence.
They are attracted to sin like flies to honey,
Spewing hateful foam like an angry sea!"
{The Lord]
"Who do you think is tossing them about?
There is no lasting profit for the wicked!
My agitation will create even more problems,
And they shall only reap mud and sand!
No peace, no peace, but constant upheaval!
Their false worship of Me is complete folly,
Trying to deceive Me into blessing them!
They must change their ways or be lost at sea!
Their feigned obedience speaks ever louder.
Their humility and sacrifice is drowned out.
The outside of the cup is clean and shiny,
But the perverted inside displeases Me greatly!
Speak up! Confront them constantly with My truth!
Trying to pressure Me to accept their sinfulness,
Will only increase My pressure on them to repent!
Their ways are wrong, and My ways are right!"
Ask yourselves why there's no joy in our kinship.
Stop trying to lead Me around like one of your idols!
Sacrifice your own desires and let Me lead!
My light is the only light that dispels darkness.
Give yourselves wholly to Me, and I'll set you free.
Give yourselves wholly to each other - set them free -
Free from pursuing selfish goals and oppressing others,
Free from the oppressive yoke that sin enslaves with.
Then My strength will produce your righteous behavior,
Then the breakdown of morality is truly reversed,
Then we are no longer alienated from each other,
Then you will experience My blessing and loyal love."
[The Defeated]
"The collapse of Your truth makes it dangerous for us.
Honesty collapses, justice collapses, morality dies -
It becomes unlawful to do what is right and good.
Please help us, O Lord, in such a time as this!"
[The Lord]
"My truth thrown down to the ground will always rebound.
The true people of God will always be My witnesses,
Faithfully proclaiming the truth of My gospel,
To every nation, in the power of the Holy Spirit."
My heart shrivels dry, blackened rose in bitter anguish, ...
Do you feel my pain?
Why must the flame of day dwindle dim?
O' fortune, like the moon, changeable, waxing and waning
Oppressing me, first with power's soothing stroke
To take it all away!
Poverty of my spirit lies in love's immortal wake
Why fate of fortune, cruel regard, forsaken me?
Vain, and shadowed, I waver between the balance
Such agony is mine!
Day and night, everything defies me?
Great is my grief!
One cure, escape me from the throes of my misery !!
I beg, the Gods... hear my wail, hear my plea
Would fate be cured by kiss, one look, one sign, devotion? !
This wretchedness is black, I taste bitter ash!
Keep dark night hidden in the depth of your heart, o' moon !!
I am like a leaf, played with by the wind
I am like a light hovering bird, chains cannot bind me !!
Salvation comes with desire, one touch
Do not turn the eyes away...!
I cannot be shamed!
Torment me not, o' heartless moon!!
Wheel of fortune spins my heart...I beg to win love's prize !!
Without it, I will bemoan the wounds of fortune with weeping eyes
.... and I am cursed as I fall from the peak of glory....
into the depths of the valley of despair !!
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protogothic entry: for Amy's Contest:
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Inspired by the classical music, "Carmina Burana"
A cantata, written between l935-36 by German composer Carl Orff.
This passionate work was based on ancient poems hand-scribed in Latin...these parchment
manuscripts discovered in a Bavarian monastery in l803. They were believed to have been
written by students of the clergy (monks) sometime during the 11-13th century.
This familiar music has been used in numerous film scores..quite dramatic and powerful
In frigid grip of winter cold
and oppressing darkness of the night
thunder sounds as armies clash
candles yet flicker bright
Tyrants in their power seek
to distract from problems wrong
turn the people to thoughts of war
in the hope they’ll then unite
gather rally to his cause
and his banner will they raise
and forget their dismay
from their lives of day to day
they cannot see nor do they hear
of the war so far away
just his words do they hear
as he proclaims his righteous war
long ago an Army crushed
distant people in their lands
to seize their freedoms and the joy
and proclaims their tyrants name
yet their spirit could not be crushed
nor their hope be seized away
while their breath they did draw
they did resist with their might
in dark of night or winter cold
far from the palaces where tyrants reign
spirit cannot be crushed away
as flickers still candles bright
The women of the soup have been attacked again this morning
the King is on his soapbox, with profanity and warnings
His credibility is gone as he swears and says he he
why keep tipping the bowl, just grow up and let it be
I guess the old boy network is still trying to survive
they keep oppressing more women, in every corner of their lives
This subjugation must be stopped, it’s exhausting and getting old
men and women are both equal, how many times must you be told
I’m here to ask you sir, please terminate your childish games
don’t make your peers here on the soup, disappointed and ashamed
I’m not an electronic signal, I’m a man of flesh and bone
stop spewing out your hate, and leave these women here alone
Please cease your propaganda, and your foolish need to fight
These women are protected, by the bulldog and his bite
I want to dedicate this poem to the following ladies of the Soup for showing support and standing up against those who seek to destroy this haven of poetry
Maureen McGreavy, Heidi Sands, Jennifer Proxenos, Jenna Logan,
Jan Allison, Susan Mills, Indiana Shaw, Constance La France, Tania Kitchin, Pangiota Romios,
Sunshine smile, Connie Marcum Wong, Sharon Keely and the many others I may have missed.
Thank you for your integrity, strength and leadership here on the Soup. None of you deserve to be dismissed, disrespected or degraded here on this site. All of you matter and are appreciated!
August 2 Scripture Meditations Based on Jeremiah 30-33
Key Verse – Jeremiah 30:17 For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith the LORD; because they called thee an Outcast, saying, This is Zion, whom no man seeketh after.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR HEALING ME
Thank You for healing me with Your restoration
For my soul-health’s fortification
To withstand debilitating condition
In facing challenging opposition.
Thank You for healing me with Your cleansing
For my sin-wounds’ dressing
To flee from attacking transgressing
In overcoming devouring evil’s oppressing.
Thank You for healing me with Your holiness
For my iniquity-bruises’ cure-fullness
To conquer alluring temptation-heaviness
In abiding within transforming righteousness.
Thank You for healing me with Your encouragement
For my faith-wellness’ empowerment
To win against frustrating engagement
In accepting correcting chastisement.
Thank You for healing me with Your comfort
For my sorrow-travail’s gladness-resort
To fight vexing mourning retort
In moving on against lamenting report.
Thank You for healing me with Your care
For my heart-mirth’s welfare
To enjoy satisfying compassion-share
In fulfilling marching mandate-dare.
Thank You for healing me with Your peace-sufficiency
For my spirit-revival’s fervency
To serve with upholding stewardship-efficiency
In continuing with Your abounding mercy.
August 2, 2022