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January 15 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 43-45
Key Verse – Genesis 43:14 And God Almighty give you mercy…
FAITH IN GOD WHO IS MERCIFUL
God is merciful as well as omniscient, knowing our situation
Offering to us His heaven-sent provision
Overtaking our illness with His healing’s protection…
Only Him we must obey straightly, midst faith, with our devotion.
God is merciful as well as omnipresent, going with us for our security
Obliging us to do our best as we arise to perform our duty
Overextending to our days His grace as our Father Almighty…
Only Him we must follow readily, midst faith, with our sincerity.
God is merciful as well as omnipotent, bringing us to His deliverance
Opening to us doors of communion for our peace-assurance
Overseeing our welfare by His faithfulness and gracious endurance…
Only Him we must yearn for joyously, midst faith, with our perseverance.
God is merciful as well as organized, settling us in His commandment
Optimizing us of our stewardship and servanthood-fulfillment
Overhauling our trust toward prayerful accomplishment…
Only Him we must love wholly, midst faith, with our commitment.
God is merciful as well as optimistic, cheering us in His holiness
Orchestrating us to leave humanistic principles of worldliness
Overruling our foolishness with His wisdom and righteousness…
Only Him we must submit to surely, midst faith, with our decisiveness.
God is merciful as well as orderly, instructing us in His standard
Opposing us of our trouble and grief-causing moves so awkward
Overpowering our decisions needing His preservation-safeguard…
Only Him we must draw near to intimately, midst faith, with our heart-card.
God is merciful as well as operative, nourishing us in our fellowship
Observing us of our discipleship by His partnership
Overriding our limitations regarding our relationship’s friendship…
Only Him we must praise gratefully, midst faith, with our worship. Amen!
January 15, 2025
Where are the Heroes
That kid's want to meet
Not in the pages of comics
But live here on our street's
Who is going to ignite
The kinks and the bends
Where danger extends
Along these trampled street's of woe
Into the afterglow of childhood dreams
Where god only knows
The boundaries and rule's
Or the form of tool's that will be used
On the tinder steps of those who power
Our working pay and weekly hour's
Of mass taxation and exploitan
Built upon chemical sedation
As we live to support our medication
If this is what we are meant
To base our every working cent
Then what's the point of taking part
In an ever increasing
Waste of time
Life is to short for backward thinking
And the overriding feeling
Of waking up
To a life without reason
The glowing sun is just about set
And I have a glass of wine in my hand
A candle burns in a robust flame
My beloved snuggles in my embrace,
There’s a prospect of romance in the air--
And Muezzin* calls the faithful to prayer…
O God
Pardon me my evening prayer!
My evening has blossomed
into a promising night
Her long and lustrous hair swaying
like flower-laden boughs in the wind
Let me drink and imbibe my love deeply,
I know a new day is not going to now dawn…
O God
Pardon me my morning prayer!
*Muezzin: One who summons Muslims
to prayer from the minaret of a mosque.
(An overriding theme of Sufi poets is the expression of the relationship between lover and Beloved, soul and Absolute, using worldly imagery to describe their mystical experiences. Wine refers to the nectar of divine ecstasy.)
~08/21/15
"Only for those NA contest by Edward Ebbs
Unaffordable, yet valiant speeding,
tailgating, and zooming Pep Boys, I cannot dodge.
Yours truly grief stricken
(sob... sob... sob)...
wheely hard to bear
this anticipatory anxiety
riddled joker impossible
mission thwarting despair
death knell tolled (told),
woebegone news, I did fear
hears stunned me into silence,
the unwelcome prognosis,
I needed to hear
no joke, but good humor
totally wrecked vehicle forces
yours truly to become...,
no not a lion tamer
but, yes a panhandling junketeer
begging, copping, dilly dallying... ha
to accept unpleasant
unexpected dire straits
gravely digging within lithosphere
bidding... fare thee well
treasured automobile faithful and near
synonymous with ideal paramour, yet now
must confront stark reality,
lack ample disposable income available
no financial resources to persevere,
and worse case scenario me
and the missus will need to don
faux Santa Claus outfit,
and roundup available reindeer
for ourselves (yea... yea... yea...,
I realize how spare
and tired, pessimistic,
forlorn success such short notice
unless if... nah no fat or slim chance...
apocalypse ushers abominable thermonuclear
war, (I doubt Trump would
pull publicity stunt
to be re elected - ha) whereby
Beatle browed, foo fighting
foreigners, survivors impressed, feted,
compensated... for service
unless they willingly volunteer.
Combination future pluperfect
birthday presents and Noel hi
Christmas gifts well nigh,
noah ark cake "FAKE" attempt,
to hoodwink, engine ear,
trunk hate, et cetera
drum, harp, trumpet... belie
including objective to shanghai,
nor fall out of good amazing graces
toward (me) garden variety generic guy
providing steadfast generous
figurative air supply to fortify,
revving me shaky talent,
ye may oft times decry
as unintelligible gobbledygook
brainstorming ideas to try
single handedly ambidextrously
poetically kindle indeed codify
to elucidate how transportation
car reared and gone awry
moderate expenses as original parts wear out,
(i.e. battery, fender, brakes,
hood latch, shock absorber, tires...
albeit almost all simultaneously), hence I sigh
aware expounding circumstance that doth defy
immediate resolution incumbent to pacify
troubleshoot immediate impasse
squarely render quintessence
problem solving the overriding
challenge, I vilify.
“Keep knocking as hard as one can and wait patiently before the closed gate is the best way to enter it. But find if it is a gate to perdition or salvation.”- By Poet
On a late evening, wandering
lonely through the forest track,
an eerie little house I saw.
Its tiled roof and tall chimney,
peered through the thick foliage of leaves.
Pacing down a dark ravine,
I reached before a latched gate.
A mysterious spell drew me into it.
I paused sometime, wondering
if I should enter through that shaky gate.
It was rusted with some spikes missing
It looked opening to a GHOSTLY world.
I've been here awhile, lost in thoughts
standing in front of this dilapidated gate,
wondering if I should enter it or not.
Weighing on the possible consequences
of granting my fevered fancy, a free reign,
finally, with the curiosity in me overriding
my hesitation, I made up my mind to enter.
With a creaking sound, the latch gave way,
letting me into a forlorn, deserted house.
It stood aloof on a small hillock.
The air around it bore a strange scent
There was a GRAVE like silence hovering.
Breaking it, owls were heard hooting aloud.
Desolate it was with none to care.
Thorny shrubs grew all around,
and tall trees shut it out from view.
Even the wind, whizzed past GROANING
Dark and dreary it stood remote.
Peeping through its splintered door,
I got a glimpse of the dingy rooms.
Sultry was the air trapped inside.
Its floor was covered with grimy dust.
Shadows moved like snakes curling.
GOSSAMER webs were hanging from the ceiling
Giant bats flew about my head.
I stood so GRIEF-STRICKEN feeling a tremor
pass though my body as a wave of terror.
I felt trapped inside a GODFORSAKEN place,
as the gate once more closed behind,
with a loud grate, making me a prisoner.
A gate can be a threshold to another realm~
An entrance to a new world of greater opportunities.
But here it has spelt my doom and all I can do,
is shout and cry, hoping someone hears
and comes to let me out into the world of light!
As a lactose intolerant
cow whirring lion eye zing
dual (Banjo playing) Manichean
("FAKE") keen man womanizing,
faux nymphomaniac wannabe,
I cone only scream about visualizing
nip pulling and getting a breast
of Hani La (vanilla),
this sweltering unfreezing
Wednesday while mouth
watering chiefly hanker
for milch of
human kindness, which titillating
fanciful fandom fantasies
skinny dipping into soliloquizing
whet dreams har made
sadly, simply, and sorely realizing
test tickles quizzing
noggin merely figment
of fertile imagination pricking
prurient potent plentifully oozing
naughty salacious, licentious,
and felicitous evocations pulsating
hypnotically invoking
trance send dint overriding
gloriously flirtatious escapade needling
my over active
thought processes monopolizing
ability to focus attention trying
to compose joyous leavening,
sans jump starting
massaging, and kneading
dormant limp libido liberating
panting allied force,
which seems tubby
in axis Sybil for Nick -
A.Ting, thus Celeb Basie,
frantically, gingerly, and
haphazardly kickstarting
pussy riot with this feeble attempt
for a firm hut heave action,
one docile male member
devoid of livingsocial,
hence aye coon
sitter ring joining
a nunnery, which
would be habit chilly unfitting,
and very un convent
shin null for a poetic happy ending!
For my soul feels agitated
with desire for my rights
overriding reason.. desire
to overcome the oppressors
The yoke of oppression
The set of the system..
relegates me to a state
where i have to struggle
against great odds to be
accorded opportunity
Opportunity to eat
off the sweat of my brow
the set of the system is that
those who have amass more
at the expense of those who lack
the set of the system is having to struggle..
while you are fooled that the more you struggle
the better you're station in life becomes - deluded
that you station in life is as a result of your effort
that more effort the higher you will rise in status
Delusion of the system the set of the system
is that you have been denied the opportunity...
through the willful manipulation of the system..
with the powers be... eternally clinging to power
i give you one word my beloved friend.. Dominion
Dominion.. they said to the good teacher
you're kingdom our empire.. as they hung
him up..they paid abeyance by taking over
thus the creed according to the conqueror
gained ground and the set was established
I only pay Obeyance to the Supreme..
and i only pledge my sword to the Supreme
as for dominion it belongs to he who sits
on that one throne.... as for the Creator
He has granted man the right to determine
how he wants to be governed that's Dominion
lewis k Nyaga
Certain men have risen to claim dominance over society,
Their actions attest to barren depths of indifference,
Caring not that those who are unable to fight back
Are trodden beneath the heavy boots of oppression;
Artistry, vision unrecognized by these ruthless men
Allowing the best of creation to fall unrealized;
Blindness reflected in the aperture of willfulness,
They fail to realize the key to their survival
Depends upon those they seek to trample.
Denying the nuance of eternal life,
Disbelieving warnings that their war-filled saga
Lacks the grace of God’s perfect blessing,
Their hubris knows no bounds,
Their proclivity for power overriding any doubt.
With no one possessing the temerity to question their authority
They flourish in shallow praise, unable to comprehend
They bring about their own self-inflicted death
As disease eats away the marrow of their existence.
Unmourned, unheeded they shall pass away
Forgotten, unremarkable as they die an ignoble death.
11/19/18
In the dark corners of their minds,
lies hidden secrets and falsetto, falsety
and masquerade blind.
Humming to transcendental humanistic deities.
Beating you down to the beat
of their own drum of a 4th kind.
Ghettos are their subsidiary and
the streets their nativity scene.
A dividend of stolen funds and collusion
with demons and seared consciousness therein -
that covenant reach.
Oh their promises that quickly shrink from the miscroscopes light of scrutiny, questions,
denied with impunity.
Receipts on disappearing ink,
fine runed campaigns built on illusions grand,
deniability,
shrink-wrapped for the next time -
we forget the silver tongue of Giliead.
Their foundations yet to be crumbling mountains
-to lie like shifting sand.
Liquefaction of
delusions wrapped in pretty lies,
made by inhuman hands-
masking truths they can't forever disguise.
But in the quiet, in the still, when we're all alone,
we sense their hollow, empty thrill.
For behind the glitter and the pomp,
lies a void, unseen,
the Collusionary Web Inc, Corporate funnel Banks, spidering links.
Hourglass of a Red Hour Production,
l E_MP's of speech,
Teleprompter Coups over the elderly impeached.
This Cabal, a Government Brotherhood, that follows General Hayden not Millie,
Baker, not Kirby.
Oh the sad wings of manifest destiny, and hypocrisy,
evil deeds of virus enhancing laboratory, Black Eyed Children seeds.
No deposit, no return, no admittance of emittance
of lying testimony-, something stinks in the Foundations overriding the Constitutionary, the emerging system,
the Beast.
Unknown behind the scenes
diminishing harsh words
with pain
pictured so real
a beautiful scene
laughing while crying
the words are mean
a smile in the view
while downsizing you
a jealousy streak
from humbled to meek
hidden behind a terrible peak
overriding it all
as one plans ahead
leaving the scene
to a real life
no pain no games
genuine love abroad
without harsh saying names
the time has come
no doubt about it
to and from
a life that's positive
new life begins
wanting to live
as time passes by
laughter of cries
a silent one
remembrance of joy
like the eagle soars
peace within
a Blessed life
rewarded in many ways
not an everyday strife
from day to day
thankful as life goes on
a journey made
on the way.