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October 7 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 15-16
Key Verse – Matthew 15:32 Then Jesus called his disciples unto him, and said, I have compassion on the multitude…
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HAVING COMPASSION ON US
Praise be to God for having compassion on us:
Saving us despite our transgressions
Separating us from traditions’ trespasses
Sanctifying us according to His truth we trust
Satisfying us by His triumph along trials and tests
Supporting us upon His Scriptures of trustworthy testimony
Matthew 16:6 Praise be to the Lord for warning us
to take heed and beware of:
Leavening sinfulness
Lawless love so sensual
Leadership that is selfish
Laborious load lifting sickness
Light lifting stubbornness’ shame
Matthew 16:18 Praise be to the Saviour
for building His church upon His:
Purpose by His providence
Person with His peaceful presence
Power against persistent persecutions
Provisions toward progressive prosperity
Precepts midst His perfect plan of perpetuity. Amen!
October 7, 2024
Death, you are everything ugly
Unavoidable doom you are
You are mean and unfair
For you rob the cradle
Scare everyone, young and old
So, you claim your potency
Death, corruptible you are not surely
Else kings and presidents would survive
You courageously knock at their doors
You owe no respect to anyone
And no one hides from you
For you and your soldiers are vigilant
Friendless and brotherless you are
People, animals and plants fear you
For you remove one by one heartlessly
Children on breast you sway
For you have no heart and brain
Yet you know who to take today
Death, had I had power
I’d create a court or an army
That could surprise you
By hunting you day and night
Defeat and root you out of the world
So broken hearts are mended
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
You’ve an ahrse the size of Jupiter
and a head that couldn’t be stupider
as for your teets I’m not sure they exist
you’re a nasty narcissist
brown nose and lips
probably Nazi in a past life
genocide your pastime
I know you’re a fool
when given authority
acting awful awfully
so without a doubt undoubtedly
I won't repeat repeatedly
unhonourable honesty
be assuredly assured of me
if war you want then war there be
conditions unconditionally
psychopath psychology
never ending endlessly
forever I will torridly
horror thee most horribly
sorrow follow you freely
tomorrow will always be
hollowed unhappily
happy days for me.
So if you seek to leave me weak
beat me down unkindly speak
will treat you a descending trip
no words will ever leave my lip.
I'll let leak lethal upheaval
devil level illegal
drug and needle
and if I need more
to feed pour you'll endure evil
a war we war where you will weaken
worn down sorry sore and beaten
words won't work best be believing
when it ends you won't be breathing
your breed will cease undisputedly
removed unrefuted conclusion peace
Can one learn how to live?
Life is not without difficulties and obstacles
Clear and bright, of one's own reason
or spiritual men and women
The power of faith for emotional health,
can improve your overall emotional well-being
A profound sense of spirituality
gives you a higher quality of life, with healing
How to deal with fear,
and the trigger thoughts that start worries
Knowledge gives another opportunities
to overcome stress in everyday life
The healing will happen,
when we allow ourselves to let go
Mosaic must be glued together from broken pieces,
as tissue, and thoughts flow out
Watching snowflakes settle
into a large earthenware pot,
frozen fractals grow.
The snow is ridged into serpentine shapes
and the humped backs of deep sea monsters.
Bobbled ice forms dimple and peak.
Is this a strange art, a contouring
or a sculpturing that takes form
by the act of watching?
Why is it not the snow
deep and crisp and even?
If you stare at a cat
it will look away, wash its paws.
that’s called ‘displacement behavior’.
People are not much different.
There’s a force behind a concentrated stare.
Cats know something about watching snowflakes.
You have to respect that kind of power.
Who am I but another lost soul burning in hell
Once drowned in the blood of my dead heart
Ripped out without reason before doomsday
No one should have to die before their time
To be consumed by fire at any time of day
Familial betrayal comes warm to the touch
Cute and cuddly like a favorite pet hugged
Subterfuge is not another word for trust
Which once upon a time we called love
Death and taxes should be so easy when they come
As sweet and evil as the words rolling off your tongue
The pulse of money is weaker than you think
Take it now but it has no power in the grave
Which is not that far away from your doomsday
Eccentricize my eyes
His embroidered cowboy hat captivates,
Having a twinkle in the wrinkle,
Colourful beads in hair vacillate,
A smile pure contentment symbol,
Tattooed hand and the wrist band,
A row of coins unfolding history,
Although he's got no magic wand,
Face masks expressions of mystery,
An elegance of authority in his eyes,
Confidence of inheritance on a display,
Necklace says the tale of his rise,
Father's throne awaits his power play,
Look into his eyes and introspect the heart,
Unveiled mysteries will tear you apart !
Written Oct 2nd, 2014
For contest ' Eccentricize my eyes' by Mystic Rose
This universal question
we unitingly share
about "God"
Whether I believe,
or not
Inviting some binary answer,
HopeFull or DespairEmpty
Yes or No, and not maybe,
True or False, and not sometimes agnostic ambivalence
Yet, integrity's dipolar co-arising equivalence?
Could also become a healthier question
about intuitive reception
of co-empathically felt peak spirited nature
Sacred passion
and organic pleasure
peace-filling trust experiences
Not restricted to cognitive perception,
verbal reflection
on co-passionately non-violent communication
Through verbally mindful words
about nonverbally grace-filled ways.
Perhaps "God" is an English-Christian proper noun,
for a multiculturally transformative verb
A religiously constructed map
exploring multigenerationally trusted
multicultural experiences
of safe and healthy sacred territory
Pointing to a deeper question
about organically spirited trust
and dispirited distrust
and in-between unspirited denatured mistrust
underlying peak co-empathic relationships
of sacredly organic hypostatic unions
opposing neurosystemic trauma histories
Mysteries conjoining
FatherSun's enlightening passion for Truth
EarthMother's empowering pleasure in trust
as humanely divine peace
that compassionately passes
crowning Sage either/or cognitive understanding
removed from
Muse-rooting polyvagal both/and neurosystemic feelings
Nonverbal
nonviolent
polyphonic resonant experiences
of co-empathic trust in emotive feelings
inviting co-passionate Truths
of Gaia's hypostatic
hypothetical
pronoia hypothesis
Warmly regarding
prehistoric questioning mysteries
Intuitively questing
God's recreative map
historic reconstruction
of trusted healthy neurosystemic opportunities
and actively distrusted
uneasy unhealthy unsafe risks
Inside this universal question
we unitingly quest
about Gaia's pronoia feelings
Stillness
stuckness of human nature longing
to EarthMother nature
belong
Whether we believe
in past peak transformative experiences
of profoundly compassionate trust
and/or unpeacefully
and unpleasantly
not so much.
I had no ways,
But rail way,
A safe way always,
To reach out in hope.
On the way no peep,peep,
Long tracks like racks,
Ironed,strong never unite,
Steamed power,
Journey hours and hour,
Stations to station to stop,
A round ring tablet to drop,
Stations to station name boards,
Where I learned like school black boards,
Stations to station in search,
Up to where last to reach,
Windows a hell,
Sending bits of black coal,
Hat a must,
A coat to adjust,
Facials came to wash-
The coal wash,
To get in as a man,
To get out as a devil,
The then coal aroma,
Still resides in my nose home!
01.20.2015
The road was taken, the heart was shaken
The gears were meshed and wound
As the fear of acceleration and speed abounds
The pedal was thrust hard down
The race embarked in the heat
Of its fate to risk the loss or win the feat
For we are the drivers of our destiny
We are the force that drives victory
We choose our vehicles, our speed and velocity
We appoint our roads and captain the course
We are the mechanics of our own odyssey
Our journeys are united in trusting the wheel horse
Which stages the power to sovereign our course
We rein the bridle to command intrinsically
So when our hearts surge to propel the courage of us
To encompass the weight of angels to give us wings - to set us free
To lift our spirit of the chase to our own Nimbus
We can lay in the arms of resolution and contentment to be
The determination of our desires, dreams and devotions thus
Exalting ourselves to our purest perfection
I am the Driver of Victory
To challenge life, to set it free
And be on the road with the greatest degree
For that is the true victory
In becoming what I may be