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This morning as I was reading the genealogy of Jesus from Matthew's Gospel, a fresh thought occurred to me that I had not entertained prior. It concerns Judah and his sons in general and one in particular. It concerns Mary's husband Joseph and how his response to God contrasts with that of Judah's son, Onan.
Judah had three sons before he experienced the bizarre encounter with Tamar and impregnated her with twins. There was Er who died prematurely due to his wickedness. There was Shelah the youngest of the three who later became a deep subject of concern. The rest of this story concerns Judah's second son who chose selfishness above responsibility.
Joseph's first response to a very questionable happenstance was one of confusion. Essentially Joseph was saying, "I don't like what I'm seeing; this is not what I signed up for; this is not my fault; I will be nice and honorable, but I'm out of here". However, while he was thinking about his next move, God spoke to him. Unlike Judah's son Onan, Joseph listened and cooperated with the Lord. Joseph endured the hardship of fleeing his homeland to Egypt in fear for the life of The Son of God. We have no clue of what would have happened had he not yielded to God's directions. After all, we are not robots; we have a free choice. We do know that when we listen to God, we are able to see the bigger picture and not 'a selfy'.
Onan*, on the other hand, knew and was told of his responsibility to perform the traditional family duty regarding his deceased brother. He could not see how he could 'personally benefit' by helping his brother. He could not see the forest for the single tree looking back at him. In the language of today, Onan made a choice and took 'the selfy road'. Joseph portrays the Christmas spirit of giving of one's self while Onan gave absolutely nothing. Unlike Joseph who saw beyond himself, Onan only could see himself. In so doing, he had no genealogy, dying alone, leaving no descendants.
Thur12072017 PS *Genesis 38
The creative mind is seized by the urge of expression
My muse blooms to brilliance like the spring flower
The patina radiates passion transforming into words.
The artistic mind spreads the ingenious wings to fly high
My muse follows the fragrance of flower with the singing bird
The melody cascades with the flow of words.
The inspired mind traces the contours of vibrant emotion
My muse floats on the cadence of the heart with the flow
The current pulsates with the rhyme of tuned manifestation.
The inventive mind sails in the river of life under rainbow sky
My muse glides on water rippling with the verve of yearning
The craving creates the luring lyric of love.
The devout mind builds God’s sanctum in the threshold of life
My muse illumines the soul with the light of His benevolence
The radiance reflects the essence of mantra in hymn.
The imaginative mind frames the hued imagery of sun splashed sea
My muse rides enthralled, swaying with the rhythm of the waves
The ebullient surge portrays the joy of poetry.
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January 5, 2023
Contest : My Muse
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
Where might you be my Origin?
You who plucked a piece
from yourself to bring forth my soul...
longer than time ago.
But here and now,
oppressed by a need to comprehend
if it was due to love, punishment
or my own doing, I'm wandering lost,
feeling banished in the asylum of existence,
amongst an incessant spew of events called life.
Here, where nothing lasts,
and all will in the end be forgotten.
Here, where appearance portrays reality
and reality becomes indifferent.
Here, where the spurious beauty of illusion
and the cult of hope are imperative
to dispel the pain, camouflage suffering
and appease the yearn.
Unreachable Be-ness
Lord of my only truth, I plea.
Allow your certitude imprison me.
Joyful I will serve my sentence,
apace with the boundaries of excellence.
For what sort of freedom
is that intertwined with filth?
Blessed be thy justice
and more so be thy Grace.
the last kingdom
am not afraid to change
cos I know am paying
my dues
instead of hoping on vanity
I will not wait for the world
if it changes or not
I will not delay the hands
of time given to my destiny
cos human will always be
who they are
every human got a reason
on earth
believe it or not
the last kingdom
I can never win all
but I want to smile
at last
knowing that I fully
paid my due to the world
that is a fulfilment
instead of vanity
so I will not wait for the world
when it change
I will not hope for peace
were the world refuse
to accept it divine natural gifts
yet I will always sing the songs
of my soul
I will always write the psalms
of my soul
I wonder why to behold
either to uphold on a world
were love is forbidden
but only practice by self interest
I just don't understand this world
but I know the truth
the last kingdom
they build a world
with greed
our systems portrays
classification
no united development
exist in the world
everyone only for their own
competition is always on
our systems everywhere
the weak has no say
in life while
the strong got no soul
oppression never vanish
on every common street
what a world
a world built in greed
now tell me why I
have to wait for a captivated
world to change
I wonder what more
they want
after achieving all this world
I wish they meet their nemesis
cos at last I know
God is waiting at
the last kingdom
I love the beauty of my land the curvy and simple bright looks, the sense of humour and the dignified morals of my Origin.
She is a true portrayal of a decent great beauty of the humble origin her dress style not by any fashionista .
When she smiles you will be swept off your brains oooh it's a heaven sent antidote that heals the soul. the great beauty of my mama land portrays no humility humble and soft is the tone of her voice.
Her name sounds like edible sweet African fruits that cure an ulcer. the tender moves of her walk style ain't natural as it's felt in every gent's heart.
Her tender lips and nose are the instruction of silence and the magnet attached to every eye oooh it moves multitudes.
Perhaps I would hesitate following my humble origin but am wearily helpless as this creature moves my heart beats.
Form:
Driven virginal ice blizzard, whitewashed in puddles
Duck fluff repelling vehicle, rabid rain bites panels
Arrival of evening, two fools fuse their first of April
Abode above average, horizon fire glows on angel
Teeming ambition triggers digger, strings gay tinsel
Portrays titanium rays of central star burn essential
Tree bauble shifts indeterminate, Earth resplendent
Pine green needle necklace, spinning gilt pendant
Pendulum bells in tower drop ropes for Crescendo
Concave accolades hide fluidity quit quick Crypto
Presents piled overlapping countdown to Christmas
Car race excel brings adrenaline finish line climax
Sly slit thin grin golden grimace violet sky crescent
Moon's multitudinous kept secrets gaslight residents
Spun line unseen supports sparkling pink accessory
Melted marshmallow molest paste palate pleasantly
Endurance promised swallows doldrums resentment
Enthused level thirty lightning thorn entrenchment
Faithful needing sights sleigh flight Saint Nicholas
Father is growth motivated to bestow future riches
29th November
Twinkle finger, Nissan, NTHUZED
The Jester, aged in voice and hand and face,
His life spent in trying to entertain
The King and Queen, relying on their grace
For every earthly comfort he would gain.
Now old and weak, unable to perform,
And quite uncertain in where he might go
To live out his life safe from every storm,
But fearing all ahead of him is woe…
“Has all I have done, my King, pleased you not?
My every heartfelt song and silly jest
Was made in all my life with just one thought…
To please you, Lord, and do my very best.”
The King looked down - the Jester thought he’d faint –
And asked him, “Sir, just what is your complaint?”
The King spoke on, explaining in detail
All that the performer was awarded:
Protection, food, and a home for the frail
Jester that might have been unreported.
At the King’s own table he had a place,
And food aplenty to stem his hunger.
With safety always in his private space
From every threat to pull him asunder…
“What more could I offer? What more to give?
Yes, friendship as well, was offered to you.
Many might wish for a life so well lived
As the one that you unconsciously knew.”
“Forgive me, my Lord,” the Jester then said.
“I felt with my heart, not thought with my head.”
“Forgetting my place, so small in your court,
Was privileged beyond what most men might dream.
To live out a life knowing your support
And attain just a bit of your esteem
Should surely be enough for me, my King.
Again, please forgive my ingratitude.
For each tale I tell and each song I sing
Is often by my own thought devalued.”
The King, with affection and great respect,
Upon his life-long companion, looked down.
He said, “Forgive me. I often neglect
My friend, who portrays himself as a clown.”
And thus, old friendships can flourish and grow
When learning of love that we may not know.
Grace was born with Erb’s Palsy, it's a nerve condition,
Which means she struggles with her arm and shoulder,
But now she’s a rower LTA mixed cox four, Paralympian,
Coming from Sheffield, training at Caversham, boulder.
For her dissertation with the hearing University of Leeds,
She wrote about how the mass media portrays disability,
And so found out about a SportsFest which had leads,
A sports talent day which could forward her sports destiny.
The GB rowing team continually called Grace, contacted,
So she decided to give it a go ‘cos she was unemployed,
And in the Legs, Trunk and Arms category she was stated,
And has never looked back with all her happiness deployed.
With rowing mates sometimes of MBE holder Pamela Relph,
James Fox, Dan Brown, Oliver Hestor or Oliver James,
She enjoys the team challenge which gives her total health,
Also trains with Nottingham Rowing Club to make her aims.
In 2014 and 2015 at the Worlds in both Holland and France,
Grace’s team came in first position giving the primal scream;
In 2015 at the World Cup in Varese in Italy’s canal dance,
Her team returned with the gold and lived the envied dream.
And they did it again in Rio when they won again the gold,
Grace’s original coach was Dez Atkins, currently Tom Dyson,
She rises early to row in the morning waters extremely cold,
And so eats a 2nd breakfast of eggs from the chef’s kitchen.
I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun
Holidaying am I amidst the valley of said sins
Such joyous commotions viewing children's fun
Seeing happiness abound in wondrous spin
But it's the nature of being here, knowing it's begun
Cotton wool clouds caught by grayed demons be
It's just a matter of moments that they engulf all we
Next morning I awaken to skies of deadened grey
In the distance funnels of evil rotate their dread
Swirling spiral vortexes never shy in their display
Their ignorance now shared delivered imbed
Such her power no prisoners she now portrays
Overturned cars, houses adrift trees now stripped
If such were to be human on a drug fueled trip
God, build me some mountains to surround this plain
Allow said sins to be attracted to forever dissipate
Never to allow grief as such, these tremendous pains
Their height being there simply closes the vortex gate
Lets learn from said angers that they never will again
I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun
Holidaying where am I, seeing parasols in lightly spun
.
Getting it out with a good shout
Now don't go and pout
Deep down inside so riddled with doubt
Need to find a safer route
Tired of fighting these heartfelt bouts
Our freedom has a way of holding the past
Before you know it you have crossed the bridge to fast
Having something special that would've of last
Oh the regrets of today
Such a heavy price we have to pay
When we just want to stay out and play
When respect goes a long ways
You can't back up with what you say
Instead, you take a different pathway
I have always prayed
That our friendship wouldn't decay
Things get broken when we don't meet halfway
Which puts us on a different highway
Alone feeling like we have just run away
Wanting to replay
All those wonderful memories of our yesterday
If you just would've understood all the love I conveyed
Then I wouldn't be walking away feeling betrayed
Instead of watching the sunset across the bay
Bad choices that ruin a perfect ballet
You just let the good times slip away
Making it feel like you have overstayed
Time to find a stronger airway
That leads to the right kind foreplay
A woman who lives up to what she portrays
Rather then stowaway on the wings of a friends heart
Knowing this would only break us apart
You knew I wanted love from the very start
Now I'm letting go as it's time to depart
I walk away with a dagger through my heart
Because the fire has gone all dark