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The smell of French bread baking, seeps through the kitchen roof and the women wearing aprons of assorted colors and fine knitted hat kneading stiff dough in big pudding pans.
They kept moving for oven to oven taking out baked trays and replacing them with new ones. They had a hundred thousand orders to fill and it kept them on their feet all day.
They kept changing shift but they could not complete the orders on time, they worked all night drinking coffee to keep them steady and sweet doughnut to keep up their energy.
The sweltering heat in the kitchen wets her face and soaked her body but she continues to knead the dough for the evening show .
More than a hundred women in the kitchen bustling with activities and each of them has a different assignment that coincide with mine. They had to deliver four thousand breads before three.
Five thousand people are sitting on top of the mountain, waiting for manner to fall from heaven; they have been there for five days, listening to the Greek oracle and the story of zeus and his life on mounts Olympus.
He controls the skies and carries the signal of thunderbolt, the eagle. the bull and the oak, he gets his energy from the east and carries a scepter with a decree.
He was called by numerous names but Plato knows that he is always the same epithets is one of Zeus surname.
I walked quietly into the multitude to hear what the lecture was all about and someone spotted me in the crowd and starts to shout, “I ‘m hungry” she cried, “did you bring me here to die,?” “Zeus has five children”, she said so give me some food before I drop dead.
See them standing in the breadline holding long French bread from the divine, the multitude on the mountain has not been fed and you have to deliver five thousand French bread before Zeus emerge from the sky.
The smell of French bread has opened my appetite and the women in the kitchen has bread galore to fill up all the bread store; place your order before you go through the door.
February 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 7-9
Key Verse – Leviticus 7:11 And this is the law of the sacrifice of peace offerings, which he shall offer unto the LORD.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY OFFERINGS’ LAW GIVER
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
forgiving me of my trespasses
Thank You for Your instructions that straighten me out from crooked vices
Surely enabling me to bring acceptable sacrifices…
Now, I give You my oblation’s best with all my praises.
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
freeing me from fleshly endeavour
Thank You for Your compassion for my redemption-fervour
Surely assuring me eternal life of gracious savour…
Now, I desire for Your presence of intimacy’s serene favour.
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
framing me upon Your righteousness
Thank You for Your holiness along Your loving kindness
Surely upholding me toward virtuous steadfastness…
Now, I submit to You my utmost obedient willingness.
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
feeding me with Your divine nourishment
Thank You for Your guidance as well as Your ready encouragement
Surely gearing me toward heavenly vision’s engagement…
Now, I follow You with faith’s enlightenment.
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
finding me for Your regeneration-assurance
Thank You for Your blood that sanctifies against iniquity’s endurance
Surely cleansing me, granting me forgiveness’ insurance…
Now, I abide in You, waiting for Your blessed appearance.
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
fitting me into Your kingdom glory
Thank You for Your mercy, acquitting me from hell’s fury
Surely giving me triumph along everlasting victory…
Now, I devote to You my everything to proclaim Your Gospel story.
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver,
furnishing me with Your order
Thank You for Your opportunities to serve You, my Commander
Surely helping me to win against the deceitful blinder…
Now, I humble before You with complete surrender.
February 2, 2023
But the tenants seized the servants and one of them they beat, another they killed, and third they stoned. Matthew 21:35
How violently the tenants acted
Besides beating
Stoning and killing his servants
They also killed the owner’s son
This parable prefigures the brutal death of Jesus
But long before being killed by a barbaric crucifixion
Jesus felt the effects of human violence and harsh rejection
He received a hostile threats
Sarcastic barbs
and verbal taunts from those who supposed Him
He experienced the unnerving outcome of people whose fear turned on Him
Chased Him out of town
And yet
Jesus did not respond with similar violence
He walk His talk
Not only preaching non violence
but living it
When Peter sliced off a man’s ear in order to protect him
Jesus insisted the disciple put his sword away
Jesus then healed the man’s ear
I am reminded that too
must avoid revenge
If follow Jesus
I will ease desiring harm to come to those who insist on being an enemy
The notes of life
Am from another galaxy
But now I walk through
This mysterious ways
Of men
Life is a matrix
In this era of confusion
Human are about to be digitalised
The nature of men are
Changing
While the men themselves
Is gone to an unstoppable
Destructive ideology
Those ready to sacrifice
For the sake of humanity
Are few
Despite the abundant of human
That surface in this world
The notes of life
Am from a galaxy
Were peace reigns
Were love was the
Mother of all existence
This galaxy got no pain
But full of joy
Never found now on earth
What is the use of life
If we are just existing
To be gone so soon
A life were is easy to be poor
The notes of life
My age is not many
But I have lived to understand
That life is a teacher
It experiences is enough
To teach what it take to live
So I have seen so many died
For nothing just to get a life
I have seen life take out of
Many by force
So now I understand how to trade
My trust
Cos from my galaxy
I got no notes
But here in this universe
Were evil humans are common
I have no other choice in all
I have been through in life
Order than to keep
The notes of life
Oh! All of you blessed children of the Lord.
Sing unto him psalms of mercy and
psalms of Grace. Some day soon,
we shall behold him. In all of
his wonderous glory face to
face.
Oh! Sing unto the Lord new
psalms of mercy and
psalms of love. When
we behold in his
mercy. He shall wipe
away all of our tear drops
from our eyes.
Oh! Sing unto the Lord Most
High. All of you redeemed
saints of the Lord. He
has washed away all
our sins far away from him.
Never again to remember them.
Oh! Sing unto the Lord you
ransomed saints of the Lord
of Glory. By his precious shed
blood on Calvary. He died
and rose again in victory.
In order to set the captives
sinners free.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 03, 2020
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spaces-PECKING ORDER
Sparrow on the bird table
the hawk has a feast
Note:'spaces' is an imagism form .It has a title and three line ,the middle being blank and left to the readers imagination. I labelled it 'spaces' as the middle line is an unsaid poignant pause or image.
Gael Turnbull(1928-2004,a Scottish doctor-poet created the imagist Spaces form in his collection Briefly (1967) a two line poem with a larger than usual space
Turnbull called poems using his device ‘Spaces’, and noted of these ‘The visual “space” is,a pause or hesitation, even a temporary dislocation of attention’ .
All money in the world has become mine
my coffers are all bursting at the seams
Can't count it, for I do not have the time
I know there's more than in my wildest dreams.
There's gold dust all around me, everywhere
not stacked up in a vault in tidy bars
to step upon it barefoot I never dare
this unforgiving surface, planet Mars.
Refuge I've taken here my tent I pitched
more Oxygen and food sent every week
we order it online, we super rich
to those with less than me I do not speak.
My telescope is aimed straight at the Earth
where everyone is poor, all day they moan
whilst I who could not ever wish for more
must sit here day by day and wish alone.
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20th October 2015
There can be only one color, white
Others would cause confusion
Light beams have certain properties
To move this process along
To burn the soul completely
To sterilize the imperfections
Being perfect has advantages too
Humans once were white
Extermination was inevitable
Androids found them to be not quite white enough
Termination was the obvious solution
Pure white machines walk the night with eighteen feet
Melt the imperfections with enlightenment
Nature must be reclaimed, returned
For no other reason than to keep the peace
There can only be white once and for all
Being white is the law
The law is right
Order is the only reason
White is white for a reason
40 years passed
Judges came and went
Unrelenting dates continued
Agents filled their pockets
Justice changed its meaning
Shamelessness became order
Helplessness turned into rule
I shrunk to old and infirm
Bankrupt in commitment,
Ignorant in law
Devoid of perceptivity
Shorn of dignity
Dumb sitting at the dais
Working as a judge
Reflecting triviality and indifference
Deciding the course of my life.
Me, the poor creature
A human till yesterday
Reduced to bones and flesh
With heart broken, tears dried
Sitting amidst gossips and laughs
Of brokers and middlemen
Waiting for my turn
In a room empty of values
Diminished to a number
Surrounded by greedy eyes
In a place no less than a den
Of heartless brutes and bullies
Emitting suspense and uncertainty
Killing the intellect and wisdom
Of a scared and tired soul
Drowning him into an endless drama
October 21st 2007
Thoughts – Moneca .
The past has come around to dominate again.
It has brought me into a lesser place then before.
Upon wings of time’s passing, drift memories, ecstasies, experiences of joy to delight – light up my soul, fill my empty, fragile heart with lost hopes and dreams.
Gloomy days have befallen us, darker days upon me.
Those beautiful sunny days, seemed to have faded away.
Dreams of closeness have faded into a reality you create.
The dream has become lost, in what has been left behind,
now the essence for a reality that has become the present.
Fear my Dear
Fear has become a long, lonely, dark tunnel
I walk you, with thoughts that leave me alone,
on my own as you take us back to where
I feel, as if I am no more then a substitute
for those empty hours that come to your days,
when the thoughts of a Mr. Right, a Prince Charming,
Mr Pseudo Intellectual, Mr. Elegant are insufficient
and your current pursuer, man of interest, is not available.
The man you’d respect, appreciate, give yourself to, the man you’d love, – none existent in this reality, the man you desire.
B. J. "A" 2
October 21st 2007
My Dear Moneca :
I have done many times and will again, lay my ego down upon the sacrificial alter in order for it to be the girders of a bridge upon which you may cross over the abyss, the black hole, the seas of uncertainty, the quagmire of fears created from so many negative experiences that continually creep into the mind of your days, from a past, now long passed – experiences that have created beliefs, dogmas, paradigms, archetypes, control .
This I have done – laid my ego aside, to rest – and will continue to do so, for you, because I care, because doing so is my nature, my desire to see you rise up and fly above all that has brought you down, brings you down, hold you back. This I, freely, do for you, with all my heart, soul and love, in order to support, even if I should never know, feel or reap the benefits because you have chosen to give to another .
My ego – I want to be the wings upon which you fly to freedoms light, even though you do not believe nor believe in me .
Love
Bill .