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The love of God so utterly amazing
it astounds the mind to think upon
how is it possible that God of very God
should die, yes die indeed it's no con
This God put all my sin on His Son
to pay the perfect sacrifice for my salvation
what amazing perfect love can one believe
this is my God who planned my redemption
So long my inward spirit lay in chains
dark by my sin covered by nature's night
there seemed no way of gaining escape
my heart blackened left to humanities plight
Within feeling a quickening unknown
eyes came upon me like never before
inside my jail cell, all was light
blazing aglow it opened my door
Then I knew I had been loosed
from the chains of sin that bound me
arose did I went forth following on
Jesus died indeed for me! and can it be?
(This is based on an excerpt from the hymn 'And can it be?' by Charles Wesley.
Psalm 107: 13-16(ESV)
"Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble,
and he delivered them from their distress.
He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death,
and burst their bonds apart.
Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love,
for his wondrous works to the children of man!
For he shatters the doors of bronze
and cuts in two the bars of iron.")
For a moment,
setting aside imagined barriers
severing social democratic empowerment
from neuro-psychological health,
indulge in this deeply rich Thought Experiment
that growing multicultural trust
like cooperative WinWin strategic diplomats
also extends compassionate love
of everyday healthcare democratic lives.
It may become resonantly transparent
why perfecting love of multicultural regenerativity
cannot sustain within a toxic climate
of survival of the autocratic fittest,
competing WinLose devolutionary
weaponed revolution models.
Perfect co-redeeming love
cannot persist in a vacuum
for the same reason that naturally evolving ecosystems
abhor evacuated polypathic energies,
co-empathic enculturing trust
in elegantly ionic, iconic, pleasures.
Perfect love is bipartisan double-bind co-redemptive,
cooperatively co-arising democratic co-prehension,
or it cannot be perfected
WinWin regenerating global organic health.
Love cannot be returned away empty,
unfulfilled with longing for promise of fertility
unless also retaining a pathological anthropocentric vacuum,
absence of co-passionate trust
for sacredly organic abundance
sufficient for this co-engaging moment,
this co-operating day,
this co-invested life,
this regenerate loving Earth,
still holding on
to love's enduring democratic
neurosystemic
cobinary presence,
despite anthro-hubris kleptocratic
nationalistic predation
Setting aside imagined barriers
severing democratic co-empowerment
from organic neurosystemic multisensory healthcare.
A simple band of gold it really was nothing fancy.
Yet it never left her finger from the day he placed it there,
It was his pledge of his love for her for all eternity.
Theirs was a love unlike any others you see,
After searching for that perfect love, they found their quest complete.
They promised to love each other from that day on,
A vow that was to last a lifetime yet now it’s gone.
Separated by two worlds she’s now alone,
Left only with the dreams of the love they shared as she stands beside
The marble stone.
Slowly she moves closer and whispers,” one day soon I’ll be with you, I’m coming home.”
LOVE IN SPRING
Our love flourished in” Spring Garden”,
all on a sudden: An ecstatic happenstance
when his glances hit mine by chance.
My “Ardent Dreams” rippled on his “Romantic Breath”
When my handsome” Stretched Out His Arms”
and said, “Share with Me Your Smile”.
His second sentence resonated with zephyr
“Will You Be My Valentine?”
“Spring Bloom Tulip of Perfect Love”
“Amidst the Myriad of Spring Flowers”.
Natural non-mowed “Spring Meadows”
to “Welcome Spring”
“Spring Kissed Fields” in “Infinite Pleasure”.
“Spring Butterflies” in kaleidoscopes
fluttering wings,” Embracing Spring.”
“Dew Drops “Glisten”” Shine”,
on sparkling “Spring Canvas”.
“Spring Explosion” flashing our unison
bringing “Spring’s Promise”.
Pale placid crescent white Moon at noon above
sent ‘’A Wink of Amorous Scene.”
06/08/21
Titles chosen from poems of Eve Roper
'Title Wave' Contest by Richard Lamoureux
Winter Autumn Spring the door!
Now I know the flow goes all the way to the summertime heat!
From the ocean low to the valley floor around the earth-circled seat then back to us from the cliffs mountains to the sea and the shores!
One flow to the cities villages to the country back door from the little towns from the valley one path straight to a created flow! Let not your heart be troubled neither let it be afraid! Don't let it be afraid not your heartstrings perfect love casts out fear again and again and again let love rule from my point of view deep within your mind speaking to the tattered torn misused tried sad starry some way sometimes lonely soul take it to the Lord in prayer yes let us put love to the test to the Father Which is now in heaven holy hallowed be his name let thy kingdom come let thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven Dear Father.
Among the quiet streams that give peace tranquility serenity and the passion of life that gives love joy a smile or two-point laughter being in us maybe than we know too, it comes from the the Lord where Love flows deeply and fiercely like a mighty stream chill still, The waters run clear and deep reminisce or think clearly lift up your water glass while I have a drink of water!
Soft and throbbing,
Cerulean blue, by candlelight,
She appeared.
He was immediately captured!
Sparking brown eyes
With heavenly shards
Of pure, heavenly, golden light.
She was his dazzling, pure delight.
He was all hers, in an
Instant, by divination.
Their bodies encircled~
formed a perfect love nation.
Clinking, crystal glasses of
Chilled Sauvignon Blanc.
And he wanted more of her
Salome, tantalyzing taunts!
1/25/2021
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I sit here watching the rain fall
from dark grey clouds
wondering if the sky might
be crying for us…
As I think back to what we were,
our times kissing in a rain just like this
an unopened umbrella
and both becoming drenched
in our feelings for one another
The plans we made
for quiet Sunday mornings
lying in bed gazing into each other’s eyes,
arms wrapped tightly as a new sun rose
while we were lost in deep affection
I picture the desires we shared, our dreams
of those late nights, an empty office
a sleepy city skyline, silhouettes on the evening
as we learned what true love meant
in breathless encounters
Our song, we could sing it by heart
Each word in perfect harmony
with you and me
How we believed it was written for us
and it probably was
The love, I still feel that love and always will,
a love beyond anything else
A love we both agreed was more
than we had ever felt before,
twin flames, soul mates, a perfect love…now ended
And I sit here watching the rain fall
from dark grey clouds
wondering if the sky might
be crying for us…
I guess it could be
My non-languaged son sleeps with angels
by night,
flying
swimming sometimes erotic exotic
running free of AFOs and walker
dreams of past multiculturing sights
and warm glow-voiced sounds
of healthy richness.
What could it mean to him
to sleep with devils by day,
poking and teasing,
singing and dancing,
inviting his attention and participation
across his bedroom floor,
breathing in his non-verbal ear
to say
Hello,
I love you,
as life our abundantly resonant self
My son can hear this perfect love
embracing spoken life.
We should all become such
wise internal listeners of
warm nurture voices
speaking mutually-held external warm light
seeking power of
BasicCommons indigenous neuroconsciousness.
My son would become a Bodhisattva Messiah,
were he capable of maturing images to memory
of communication systems less than ecstatic
beloved community of Angels by night,
DNA/RNA EarthHolonic BeLonging Community
of eco-political democratic family
by sacred healthy day.
Now if the rest of us
could just catch what he has,
in part
because we feel free to return
his open-handed love as co-empathic presence,
what a remarkably wonderful cooperative world
we would remember to see
each time we look at,
and listen carefully to,
a human mindbody tree
as another bicamerally
economic ecosystemic
egologically nurturing
MeWe be
Doing the best Me can
given the receptive light
and powers
We have to work with
cooperative together,
rather than failing
neurodiversely apart.
me.
perfect love
she said
she wants a perfect love
I wonder if that exist
cos am a human
and humans can't be perfect
perfect love
she said
she want a perfect love
but she is asking for too much
she is asking for what she
dont have
she is asking for what
she can't have
she is asking for what she can't
give
their is nothing like a
perfect love
perfect love
she said
she wants a perfect love
yet I am who I am
she is asking for a life time
struggle with no possibility
she is asking for what
will finally break her heart
she is calling for troubles
can some one help tell
her that there is no
perfect love
perfect love
she said
she want a perfect love
yet she is not perfect either
she makes mistakes
even her quest is a mistake
still truly love is blind
as always I pray
while I try to be her
perfect love
Psalms 150:6 (KJV) “Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD.”
Trembling leaves, the graceful rose, jewellike dew,
Wed to stir the stars to glistening wonder
Nudging oaks and pines to a graceful breakthrough
Yearning for quiet during darkest thunder,
Whispering laughter over the heart and soul,
Adoring Him who can tear life asunder
His gentling touch ensuring love will console,
Moss covered logs, homes for frogs, weeping praises,
Stirring hope in those who know He’s in control
Praises who hushes doubt the scoffer raises,
Worshipping with a heart who truly adores,
Lighting the way for a joy that amazes
He is the perfect love that is fully yours,
With authentic praise, your faith opens love’s doors