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It was during the summer of 1974,
That three states came beckoning me.
One state pointed North; the other East.
The third state was directing me South.
One was 95 miles away; one was 790 miles;
And the last one beckoning me was 608 miles.
I paced the floor and prayed for divine guidance.
I considered the closest one, but still said, "no".
To the farthest one, I quickly said, "Thanks, but no".
Although I was not like Jonah because to me, God never
said, "Go". However, looking back, I must confess that,
Even in prayer, I was closed-minded about a big Eastern state.
Although I said "No" to the Northern state, I later had serious
second thoughts regarding that Northern state. And I must also confess
that I never reconsidered the Eastern state. In my personal experience,
and as I understand Christianity and the workings of The Holy Spirit;
Even With divine guidance, the human spirit is still involved. And in the
case of one imperfect like myself, going South was a real venture in faith.
I said yes to the Southern state that beckoned me, and God was well pleased.
091823PS
Beneath the twilight's veil, I ponder,
On the path of wisdom, not granted but discovered,
We traverse a labyrinth of silent nights,
Seeking light where shadows reign.
In the ethereal corridors of dreams, I wander,
Among the echoes of ancient stones and stars,
Where truths, like whispered secrets, dwell,
And shadows weave the complex fabric of the soul.
No guide can walk the winding path for us,
No hand can place wisdom in our hands,
It is a flame kindled from the depths of solitude,
Nurtured through the trials of personal experience.
Books of sages, their wisdom merely a spark,
A distant star in the vast cosmic darkness,
The journey to true understanding is solitary,
A path we walk alone in silent contemplation.
A lantern's light in the abyss,
Its fragile glow, a promise of dawn,
Each step, a fragment of truth revealed,
Each heartbeat, an echo of hidden understanding.
Memories, threads in the vast tapestry of life,
Weave joy and sorrow into unseen patterns,
In solitude, the true path emerges,
In the silence where wisdom quietly resides.
The river of existence flows unbroken,
Through deep chasms and peaks that touch the sky,
With each wave, reflections of eternal truths,
Of love, loss, and grace intertwined.
Petals of wisdom bloom at twilight's end,
In gardens where the sorrows of the past dissolve,
Each loss, a lesson, each fall, a rise,
In the sanctuary where the wise find peace.
We weave dreams through life's tapestry,
Sewing hopes into the fabric of existence,
Kindling warmth against the vast cold,
Lighting the way for souls through the immense darkness.
The world, a vast canvas of shadows and light,
Calls for dreams woven with threads of gold,
A path to understanding through the embrace of night,
A solitary journey, the sacred quest of each heart.
Through the starry veil, I perceive,
The mark of destiny on the paths we tread,
We traverse unknown and profound realms,
Only to discover that wisdom is a solitary journey.
A comet streaks through the boundless night,
Its fiery trail, a metaphor of understanding,
A guide against the eternal darkness,
The beacon of life, born from our solitude.
In solitude, the soul sails forth,
Through fierce storms and calms of peace,
To discover the pure and eternal light of wisdom,
In the silent and eternal night of the heart.
Think of the most beautiful woman
You've ever laid your eyes upon
And the feeling of passion it stirred inside
Men have felt since the very first dawn
Only speaking from a personal experience
But I'm sure most men would agree
Nothing's as exciting as this loving vision
Of a gorgeous woman, guaranteed
A primordial instinct takes over our soul
Our thoughts are clouded with lust
Of making love on a warm summer's eve
Her face the moonlight does brush
A scene of passion takes over our souls
This fantasy her vision evokes
The feeling of two bodies in perfect rhythm
Sounds of love emit from our throats
Think of the most beautiful woman
You've ever laid your eyes on
And the feeling of passion it stirred inside
Men have felt since the very first dawn
Do we break the mirror of life, to reach the other side. Our life's journey can be long or short, we never know when it will end. We are not given the time table for our life, one day it is just over. Can we hear the mirror break, can we see the mirror break. Some have died and come back, what can we learn from this. Could it be we cannot learn from them, since death is a personal experience. This is truly a one way street, most do not return to do it again. Life and death are both mysteries, many questions with few answers.
Date Written: 3/7/2023
“True Love”
No one knows how much you really love them, until you show them how much you care.
Everyone needs to be touched with the finger of love, put it into action if you dare.
There is a Divine love that’s almost surreal.
A veil has been taken from off one’s eyes- I’m not alone it’s time to deal.
Supernatural love it can restore, deliver, and will set you free.
It’s not identical to love that a woman has for a man this is beyond degree.
Speaking from my own personal experience by faith, just believe and you will receive.
I was in desperate need of heart surgery because of the hurts and pain.
Now I can stay on the path walking in compassion learning how to maintain.
Precious, it sweeps, then hovers over you like a dove, that only comes from above its
“True Love’’
Whenever I think of depression, I think of it as a cold deep bottomless black hole. I think of it as being surrounded by an endless night, without the break of day. The only solution dealing with depression is to pray. That God will have mercy and will turn your lights back on. "The light of the world is Jesus."
There are proper medication helping people to deal with depression. I really ought to know. From personal experience, because I take one psych medication for depression. There are side effects for most medications, Including some medication dealing with side effects. It is important for me or anyone else to take all of our physician prescribed medication as directed.
Whenever I think of depression, I think of the utmost empty feelings harboring deep within my heart, mind and soul. But I also believe, "God you are more valuable than diamonds. God you are more valuable than gold." God your faith can lift me high above the mountain tops of my life.
Whenever I think of depression, I feel lost and all alone. It is as if all my friends have deserted me. And i have been left far behind with no body to console me.
But than I think, "Oh how he loves you and me. Oh how he loves you and me. He gave his life what more could he give? Oh how he loves you. Oh how he loves me. Oh how he loves you and me."
Whenever I think about depression, I can think about the times. I wanted to blow my bright and shining candlestick completely out. And putting an abrupt ending to my comfortless and senseless life.
But than I think, "Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong. They are week but he is strong." "And it shall come to pass that in the last days, that all who call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea Dubarry
Roxy 1954/ October Country
August 18, 2020
"Nothing but the truth"
The truth is not located in the left, the center, the right or the extremities.
It is above politics, ideologies and dogmas.
It doesn't care about my or your opinions and perspectives.
You can believe in leprechauns all you want. You are incapable of altering the truth in the slightest.
The truth is one, objective and universal. It is found above my or your subjective beliefs.
The truth is a sacred ideal of the higher planes of existence.
Like an untainted holy grail of blinding astral light that no mental perversion or falsehood can defile.
The truth cannot be approached by faith, but through true logic with common sense or by personal experience of it.
Dark clouded thoughts are dashing round in my head
Should I end it all – would I be better off dead
The tablets helped for a little while
On good days I could even raise a smile
Depression looms over me like an angry black cloud
Some days all I do is scream and cry out loud
If I ended it all would anyone cry
Do they really care if I live or die
I’ve tried to end my life once before
I was found me helpless on the kitchen floor
They kept me in hospital my life was on the brink
They gave me some treatment and got me a shrink
But no matter what they do or say
My depression it is here to stay
Oh how I crave for normality
To have a job, even raise a family
But pill popping and black thoughts are all I know
Things from my past haunt me from so many years ago
There is no colour in my life its all just black and white
Shall I give in to depression and give up this earthly fight
Jan Allison
13th March 2014
Written for an on-line competition – NOT from personal experience.
~ please see my notes above about this poem~
"I knew that God was with me, but yet I was afraid and feared evil". by Poet
My personal experience has taught me to face my fears. Confronting such fears does not mean the absence of tears. Nor does it mean that one will be void or immune from 'the feel'. But it does mean that in time, long or short, they are more likely to heal.
Two major fears come to mind as experiences that were very SCARY.
In both cases, there was no way out, no where to run, no way of escape.
In Chicago during the summer of 71, I was the victim of a strong-arm robbery. Two young men, who were mere forms in the dark, pointed a gun and took $90. It was SCARY, but I did not panic, and both they and I were totally silent as they reached into my pocket and took the money. Like David, the Psalmist, I knew that God was with me. But also, unlike David, I did fear evil in the valley of the shadow of death.
In Sacramento, about three years ago, I was walking up the block in my community. To my shock and surprise, a large German Shepherd came running around the corner straight toward me. My heart started beating like a drum, but in the scariness of the moment, my better judgement shifted into gear, and my faith and hope for the best came into focus. The rapid drum beats in my chest quickly ceased as I realized that he was a most friendly German Sheperd who somehow lost his way.
I continued to walk to the end of the block as my new found friend turned and walked with me. We returned to my home, and my friend took on other interests as I called the county to assist in identifying and getting the dog to his home. The county worker finally came and took the Shepherd away.
"Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil". by David the Psalmist
102921PSCtest, ''S'' Contest, New Poems, Constance La France. 2P
Why is it?
the louder
and more ballistic
my self-righteousness
offensively becomes
The more
at night
I feel self-loathing,
when all is quiet
except dark ruminations
filling my silent bedroom
overwhelming my mind
and body.
Why is it?
we RightWing worry
that nonviolent communication,
too lovingly applied,
would leave us defenseless
against colonizing predators?
And do not worry enough
about LeftWing social anxiety
chronic worrying trauma tales
of violent communications,
too profoundly
ubiquitously applied,
leaving us offensively polarized
by inside fascist autocratic hate
hoarding angry power
and fear filled paralysis?
While unallied corporate fat cat
capitalists,
sell defense industry prophylactic lies,
mad ecocide
predicting global anthroprivileged
demise.
Our inhumane history of violence
leaves uncontested
a healthy silent mystery
of preference
for compassionate personal experience.