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I gazed beyond the hills smiling at the daffodils, screaming at the rain as it thundered on my window pane, nature erupts beyond the valley, carrying sticks and stones and fishermen dead bones; they have been fishing at sea with big boats and big nets and a gigantic fish flattering on the deck. The ocean with all its glory is choked with fashion and pride, the waves are getting high and the wind is raging havoc in the sky.
I watched the waves come and go and the boats dancing to and fro as the terrified passenger grip firmly to the side, waiting on a miracle as they fight to survive.
The water kept climbing and the sun kept shining and the captain of the big boat make a roundabout turn and break the course of the wind.
Courage stood strong as the boat speed along, running a hundred miles per hour with the wind cutting through the sweltering temperature, the people stood still looking at each other. They knew something was not right but they were determined to survived; what do you do when you are trapped in the middle of the sea and you have nowhere else to go? You have to persevere with the will to survive.
The water began to rise and the boat began to dip and dive, the passengers began to panic but captain Jones kept his composure. Water start flowing into the boat and the people began to shout but the captain kept ploughing on hoping to reach dry land.
They had no phone signal and water was up to their waist, but they all bind together and held each other’s hand and start to sing a woeful hymn, like the one John Wesley sang when he was out at sea and desperately needed company. And just as they thought of it a miracle appears out of nowhere.
An empty boat came along and save them one by one; the captain was the last to let go, he releases the steering and climb over into the other boat and they watch the boat slowly disappeared into the ocean floor. The hills beyond the valley is deep.
September 15 Scripture Meditations Based on Matthew 16-18
Key Verses– Matthew 18:2-3 And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CONVERTING ME
Thank You for converting me toward Bible-salvation
Surely rescuing my soul from hell’s condemnation
While assuring me Your regeneration-transformation
Thus, redeeming me to enjoy eternal life’s provision.
Thank You for converting me toward faith-maturity
Surely strengthening my conviction from hypocritical religion’s falsity
While upholding me with Your truth-certainty
Thus, empowering me to overcome sinfulness’ adversity.
Thank You for converting me toward growth-fruitfulness
Surely planting my character from humanism’s barrenness
While grafting me through Your discipline-effectiveness
Thus, nurturing me to produce good works’ bountifulness.
Thank You for converting me toward servant-stewardship
Surely plucking my slothfulness from laxity’s friendship
While blessing me by Your workmanship-partnership
Thus, prodding me to labour with diligent prayer fellowship.
Thank You for converting me toward Scripture-living
Surely turning my perspective from idolatry’s cleaving
While teaching me through Your wisdom-giving
Thus, training me to persevere for godly striving.
Thank You for converting me toward supplication-fervency
Surely pulling my dependence from self’s potency
While instructing me by Your power-sufficiency
Thus, enabling me to learn with trust’s persistency.
Thank You for converting me toward blissfulness-experience
Surely bringing my spirituality from worldliness’ convenience
While molding me along Your gentleness-patience
Thus, helping me to practice willing obedience.
September 15, 2022
I Am Also Yours…He Said Of Her
(Apropos A Beloved Child)
Not until you have been
‘bused and scorned like me,
can you ever know how it is to be
treated like a child conceived in mortal sin
locked in the closet; denied to live like the free.
Oh, what great lies were created and told;
what blatant fallacies were allowed to persevere?
All because the meek were afraid to break the mold;
preferring rather, to serve the vanity of society’s fierce fear—
Yes I too, am a blessed child of your God;
identified in nature as a creature of His will.
A fish is a fish, be it a trout, guppy or cod;
if the Maker was a She, wouldn’t you love Him still?
Or would you succumb to the bigotry of man’s begotten will?
Quick sands cave in depths of primal darkness
In marshy mud reeds slither waiting to aggress
Hope of escape from the whirlpool disappears
Risk paves the life’s pathway for fate to ingress.
If in miscalculation the insecure footsteps falter
The sands and the reeds won’t wait much longer
Animated they’d extend virile hands to capture
If walking on the troubled life the travelers tire.
The survival struggle would begin in fatal earnest
In a journey where life wobbles in constant unrest
The residual energy would strive and persevere
To exist till the time comes to take the final rest.
Destiny isn’t an excuse for one’s walk in the dark
Lighting the pathway is the inner lamp’s work
In glitter of wisdom the destination is seen clear
On a journey of contentment life would embark.
Written : December 7, 2017
May 30, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice 11
Sponsor : Brian Strand
What would I do, if truth and good had no prosperity? How could I live without peace? What a horrible enemy.
I’ve destroyed this world so many times that what is sewn still reaps. So I chose a different path. To do better, in me.
Can I persevere if I don’t use the words I have for energy? How can I bless you all so well your hearts remember Thee?
How can my words and thoughts bring forth a Light we have in Thee. How can you meet my Friend? Is He revealed in me?
A friend for tears of joy and abundance endowed & pressed in me.
A friend for tears of sadness, & my burdened energy.
A friend for tears of tribulations in and near of me. A friend to attend the tears of loved ones and ones that’s kin to me.
A stronger fight for holy some people care less for sympathy. A hero brings the peace, patience, hugs, and good remedy.
A hero brings the prayers & through Christ’s name it’ll be. A hero walks the life of That friend. Thee friend revealed in me.
After the floods of turmoil and despair
my heart worships God for His loving care
expressing joyous appreciation zest
since He has rescued me; now, I'm so blest.
I'll keep on, midst life's ocean --- voyaging
The Lord is Captain by faith, engaging
with fellowship along His leadership
enjoying partnership in stewardship.
After the floods, I'll pursue reaching-out
as fisher of men midst soulwinning bout
I’m safe in Christ's presence of grace-bounty
while sharing the Gospel of certainty.
Radiant in surmounting problems' woe
I'll continue with vibrant hopeful glow
knowing that the grace of Almighty reigns
as He pours rain bringing heavenly gains.
After the floods, I'll persevere to do right
in my journey* toward triumphant flight
while offering kindness with peaceful bliss
exuding gratitude I should not miss.
*Genesis 24:21 …The LORD had made his journey prosperous…
July 28, 2022
edited on April 12, 2024
1st place, "After the floods" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 5/19/2024
From the depths of darkness, there will yet come the light
what others have cast aside, will one day light up the night
mysteries envelop this world, unseen but perceived within
a silence broken, noise reverberating at the drop of a pin
From the depths of loneliness, crying out, as tears are shed
no longer to be consoled, regardless of what words are said
having to face harsh facts, alone in the world is your reality
unwilling to follow society's norms, this, your abnormality
From the depths of heart, knowing who and what you are
you just want to live and let live, no desire to be that star
but you're often challenged, having to stay your ground
forced to fight for what you believe, yet one more round
From the depths of this inner isolation, you've acquired a skill
learning how to release your emotions, with paper and quill
no longer will you hide, ready for battle, and you persevere
fight for what's right, don't follow others, or you'll disappear
From the depths of pain, your arrogance to remove, it's your rebirth
a chance to sincerely make amends, waiting was heaven and earth
only now aware, the only true friend you have, he was always there
blinded by a selfishness, at whose direction, destined you for despair
From the depths of love, man will always reach the greatest heights above
when he sacrifices all that he has, you can be sure it's because of this love
but to achieve lasting love, you must first uproot what's hidden deep below
only then will those feelings of joy and happiness, upon others begin to flow
My heart melts for those who are in need,
I tend to always plant the right seeds,
My heart cry’s when others are in despair,
I know how life can be unfair,
My heart sings when others do well,
I listen when others have something to tell,
My heart aches when someone is in pain,
I love to just hold them, and watch the healing rain,
My heart rejoices when others persevere,
I keep my motives pure and sincere,
My heart grieves when I see the lies,
It fills with anger when people compromise,
My heart yearns for those that were forgotten,
I know that people can treat others so rotten
My heart is the feature that is my best,
For my heavenly father gave it to me to Bless.
By; Sabina Nicole
Does your back end waddle like a duck?
Does your rear sway from side to side?
Is there a huge rumbling when sitting down
With large ripples in your hide?
Perhaps it's that second piece of apple pie
Or that box of chocolates you consumed
At times I see you down a large size pizza
Without taking a breath until June!
There is a cure for this age old problem
It's called pushing away from the table
But it sure takes a lot of intestinal fortitude
For some of us we're just not able!
Do you ever get really discouraged
And think perhaps you're losing your mind
You're definitely in the majority today
The country's sliding in the brine!
There's still hope for all us tubby people
But we really must try to persevere
Forego that second large piece of apple pie
And a trimmer you will appear!
I was at deaths door blind and could not see
With faulty mind and lips unable to speak
My life changed forever after Xavier told me
Be not afraid of the vastness of the dark
Find your way using the guiding silver star
The pain won’t remain He will lift your heart
Gently my child your life indeed will end
Whether later or now only He commence
Soiled soul sifted made saintly despite sin
Your desires are like fires burning your soul
To go higher you must release them let go
For His love is more precious than gold
You haven’t much time left to persevere
As clock ticks unwinds remember my dear
You are destined whether there or here
Hanging in the balance with this wise man
Who could be an arch angel by his stance
Giving me knowledge and a fighting chance