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What sort of clothing would resilience wear?
Would it be plain black or grey,
I don't think so, do you?
It would more likely be something bold and attractive,
So all could see,
To show off all its glory and power,
That it has accumulated,
In rising above all that life had thrown at it.
What sort of persona would we expect resilience to project?
Would it be one of abject failure and hopelessness,
I don't think so, do you?
Would you expect Resilience to be desperately waiting?
In line for counselling,
Living in constant fear of rejection,
Worrying about everything,
And unable to trust anyone,
Seldom smiling,
I don't think so, do you?
Wouldn't it be more likely for us to see Resilience,
Out and about with his or her friends, Love, hope and kindness,
Joking and having a good time,
Standing tall with pride,
For having come out the other side of all life could throw at him or her,
I think so don't you?
So, why then are we ramping up the supply of 9-5 counsellor's
And not looking to Friendships that are 24 hour a day free service,
That can change our persona forever?
Can we reverse the trend of loneliness and isolationism?
I know we can,
I am sure we can,
Hope and pray you think so, too.
For your question that seeks my honesty
On "Who do you think you are?" with poetry's beauty
Here am I revealing my identity
Along my spiritual bio-data filled by God's bounty...
I’m God’s blessed workmanship settled in His plan;
He chose me before the world began
To belong to His royal clan
And bear His name in the best way I can.
I’m God’s adopted child according to His design;
He formed me in my mother’s womb – so well and fine
To carry my parents’ genes and bloodline
And to fulfill His will, never to resign.
I’m God’s redeemed property seen as His project
He saved me from sin’s eternal defect
To transform me as my way He does direct
And leads me to His grace I can’t reject.
I’m God’s privileged steward by His divine material
He quickened my soul to be heaven-bound and celestial
To own assured salvation with life eternal
And abide by His standards that are biblical.
I’m God’s on-the job trainee crafted thru His tools daily
He imputed to me His righteousness truly
To enable me to strive to be holy
And to follow His Spirit humbly.
I’m God’s called servant molded toward His perfection
He took me out me out from the miry clay of corruption
To fashion me to fulfill His assigned function
And shine as vessel of honor for His exaltation.
I’m God’s upheld missionary strengthened by His faithfulness
He bestowed on me abilities to use with skillfulness
To harness in the crucible of His fruitfulness
And be a blessing to others with joyfulness.
*1Corinthians 15:10 But by the grace of God I am what I am...
August 22, 2018
3rd place, "Who Do You Think You Are" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Judged on 8/27/2018
Don’t mourn for me,
In turn be brief this cold dead dark body not really me;
I may never, ever see you again;
Once upon a time ago you were my dearest friend;
And now the torched has past;
My Lord and Savior grasp…
He’s called me home…
He’s calling me home;
Home is the place again;
Where He originally created me, out of clay man;
I died
You cried
You looked
I smiled
Home back to heaven;
Earth will be my memory;
I died
You cried
You looked
I smiled
6/25/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
October 12 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 24-25
Key Verse – Matthew 24:4 And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you.
FAITH IN GOD WHO WARNS US TO TAKE HEED AGAINST DECEPTION
God warns us against deception as His believers settled in His plan
He established His purpose for us before the world began
To belong to His royal clan
And by faith bear His name in the best way we can.
God warns us against deception as His creation according to His design
He formed us in our mothers’ wombs – so well and fine
To carry our parents’ genes and bloodline
And by faith fulfill His will, never to resign.
God warns us against deception as His vessels of His gracious project
He saved us from sin’s eternal defect
To transform us as our ways He does direct
And by faith follow His leading through His wisdom we cannot reject.
God warns us against deception as His learners from His divine material
He quickened our souls, making us spiritual
To own assured salvation with life eternal
And by faith abide in His standards that are Scriptural.
God warns us against deception as His children He blesses daily
He imputed to us His righteousness truly
To enable us to strive to be holy
And by faith live, yielded to the Holy Spirit victoriously.
God warns us against deception as His stewards
He called us in managing His resources today and onwards
To progress for heavenly rewards
And by faith triumph against worldliness-hazards.
God warns us against deception as His followers in His light
He illumined us with His Scriptures insight
To usher us along servanthood delight
And by faith stay rejoicing toward heavenly flight.
October 12, 2025
No, Speaker Ryan,
you do not speak for me
of the sacred probabilities
for growing civil kindness.
I respect your mind and your feelings,
but we are not, as you assert, all angry.
In fact, some of us think it is a bad, sad, and mad idea
to try to develop healthy and equitable policies for Others
out of personal anger and political fear,
when we could choose motivations engaging cooperative love,
restorative justice,
compassionate communication
and internal/external peace-making.
I am sorry you are angry,
but please do not project your concerns
about lack of viable health and safety outcomes
onto win/win-motivated me
And millions of others who believe that green
unconditional warm compassion
is not only more resonantly kind
but also more resiliently healthy
than red anger
and dark blue fear
of traumatic loss.
Both political and environmental scientists
can explain why monoculturally rabid
win/lose
0-sum
predative environments
are unlikely to evolve therapeutically stable
regenerative resolutions
toward healthy sustainable
nutritionally rich
and multicultural win/win co-empowerment outcomes
for you,
and me,
and we,
and Earth
Polarizing anger
is unlikely to produce deep economic ecological healthy relationships
and wide poli-cultural love communion
with AnthroCreator God,
or with awesome messianic EnLightenment,
or with EarthPower's indigenous bodhisattva wisdom,
much less all bilaterally intelligent three
Worshipped, celebrated, legislated, governed
not with militarized PTSD anger
or polarized fear-mongering stress
or unfree, costly hate speech
But eating with joyful humility
and drinking with open, trust-developing curiosity
producing Left-cognitive and consuming Right-intuitive
compassionate neurosystemic communication
SunLight liberating messiahs
and EarthPower conserving bodhisattvas
Fruit of resilient transgenerational
sacred passion/organic pleasure,
EgoMind v EcoBody chronic trauma-informed
AnthroCrown/EarthRoot
BiPartisan CommunioNations.
To distort or corrupt: It can mean
negatively altering something
from its normal or proper state
like prejudice warping a person's judgment..
Playing with his words, making him understand her lingo
she then try to get him to understand how
things were and who her allegiance was with.
He had ;had several project that were failed due to certain
reasons.Finding people to take him serious wasn't easy.
They often act like they know what you are doing and understand what you are trying to
accomplish.
But in reality they are all spies and grifters.
Undermining you and taking advantage of you.
They will use you in there stories to explain there disposition.
While advance forward they will make sure you are
sent backwards toward
a point you never knew you were ever in. When people create your story using there timelines
you are often lied about to fit into a defined wording.
'The Black Hole Appeared" does the observer share the responsibility of the
Blackholes existence and is he liable do to his knowledge of
it being there? Should he quit his observance to say that stopping it is futile? Is the ration there to quit what he is doing to make those who know him think he has learned some lesson by making pretend it isn't there?
.Captain Wiggen Duex DeBout of the Charter Ship (spacecraft)U>S>S> Evock
Charter Class.
they began using coins that were never minted before to allow passage through the Blackhole.
"It saves us 22 weeks of travel how dare they not let us in!" "Where do we find thius currency?"
"Auto-Warp-Warp (defined!)Distorting,twisting and turning, manipulation of the fabric of space! Abandoned this thought this notion!"
Will you believe if only humans exist?
I'm sure everyone has wondered.
Our solar system is in a difficult stage.
It has several different types of stars.
Planets, the same as our planetary systems,
There is no life in any of those worlds.
Likewise, it may be over humble.
Either it's too hot or too cold.
The Earth is just right, green, and calm.
We must maintain and replenish the Earth.
Are there other worlds the same as Earth?
Do life forms such as us live them?
What project for dealing with them?
In the Goldilocks world, that life is likely.
Our own Goldilocks planet is just right.
No wonder it's been a game of lowlifes.
We're living on the moon on one foot.
We're off to space in an Earthly pose.
We should never play with a telescope.
Waiting at the ending of a taut rope.
Our preferred zone is the "Goldilocks zone."
Alpha Centauri is ideal for Earth-like stars.
Alpha Centauri has one planet Earth-sized.
Red dwarf stars harm life around there.
A fresh Proxima B is four light-years away.
75 thousand years to arrive on the Voyager.
Proxima Centauri would take 215 million years.
Please don't follow in our footsteps, next generation.
Have you finally resolved the issue?
It must exist, and you'll find it.
Faith and hope bind us together.
The mainstay of our efforts has shifted to space.
Until we reach the red planet Mars,
How long can you last with no food or clean air?
Water first, then stay there.
Whatever funds we throw, it's never enough.
All would be lost if this Earth dried up.
We must feel the urge to analyze Goldilocks.
written: April 10, 2021
Goldilocks Zone Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Cancer, you are an artist
A prolific one at that,
For several dear ones
Have encountered your work.
Your wretched fingers as sculptors
Design imprints of faces unknown.
You smudge white, pain-ridden clay
A little here, a little there,
Till your subject becomes amorphous.
But oh you are not finished!
A red cross encrusted kiln
Invariably cements your doings.
A surgery of crackling and burning,
Until the shape is spit out,
A hard shell lost of all dignity.
Satisfied with your creation,
You give it one last look
Before it rests on an earthly shelf
And another project is begun.
I am sad to say,
You are quite skilled at your craft.
“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” ~ C.S. Lewis
heart breathing light
across my moments,
restoring my hope,
igniting my joy
soul kindling love
beyond life’s wonder,
freeing me from hurt,
saying I’m worthy
spirit singing grace
into my praises,
laughing, inspiring,
coloring me in harmony
heart, soul and spirit
remembering the seas of wonder
found with you beside me, enlightening
pouring out closeness that survives the darkness,
relationship, a bond of hope and faith
strewn, like the stars, with love and grace…
this is a friendship that will forever amaze
this is a connection that leaves me astounded,
blessed and commended by such an alliance,
Thank you, dear Friend – your heart is just perfect!
With you beside me, compassion is a side effect.
With you, I’m more alive than I can project.
With you beside me, I know how it feels to truly connect.
I love you always and believe you’re the friend I always dreamed about!
The diagnosis is a wishbone that lay in front of me.
So I broke its corpse just to see.
Doesn’t matter if my piece is big or small.
The diagnosis will still be there in the fall.
Holding both pieces of bone in my hand.
I still don’t have the upperhand.
As nippy as a crab on the shore.
Who pinched my toe, and made it sore.
Hey there, leave my toe alone.
Well, that’s what happens when you pick up a bone.
Yes the diagnosis is in.
But we tossed it in the “don’t get well” bin.
That office closed down a week after.
It’s me who is stricken with laughter.
Because those records are undone.
Just as my latest project is spun.
Glued that wishbone back together.
But pieces are pieces no matter the tether.