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Clouds arise from the seas to
quench thirst of earth in rain.
Yet some parts remain parched
praying for due share of water.
Ironically excess rain also floods
destroying homes and lives.
Flood afflicted pray for less rains
to minimise their watery sorrows.
In imbalance created by nature
living beings are forced to adapt.
It is, indeed, difficult to tame nature
Let alone fully understand its cues.
After centuries of reckless destruction
we have not learnt our lessons yet.
We need to preserve nature and
bring it back to its pristine glory.
Protecting endangered species, planting trees for higher green cover
may help regulate rains and halt
adverse impacts of climate change.
The earth needs our love, support and constructive action. Wolves are exceptionally important to the ecosystem, and they are a blessing to all of us. May each of us treat wolves with love, dignity, compassion and respect. They have earned it.
The Wolf Pack
By Michelle Morris
10/01/2020
The Wolf Moon came 10 January
Alone crying high its mystery
The pack stood still in wonderment
Bonds formed moving onward.
Surrounding stars lighted skies
The wolf pack knowingly sighs
Mankind on brink of destiny
War and fire decimating history.
The wolf stood tall in the cold
His pack guiding his ever bold
Impart on humans the bravery
Of protecting all earth's sanctuary.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Oh my Gemini wall flower,
I wonder how your buds blossom,
as fragile florets yearn for foundations,
encouraging their roots to bloom.
If I should sow you into erratic earth,
suspicious sun might suppress its love,
relentless rain may suffocate your air,
with wicked winds stripping your petals.
So I will hold you in my hands,
compassionately caress your soul.
Implant you in my heart,
so my love can cultivate you -
protecting you from the storm.
Empathetic eyes will gaze,
enchanted by your elegance,
lost within the tranquillity of
your rare radiant scent.
Oh my Gemini wall flower,
you may be a lotus or a rose,
it does not matter much to me.
Simple Musing
Silent One
12 March 2018
September 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 23-25
Key Verse – Matthew 23:10 Neither be ye called masters: for one is your Master, even Christ.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GREAT MASTER
Lord God, You are my great Master,
being the Director of my labour
Thank You for sanctifying me in Your compassion’s ardour…
To You do I entrust my servanthood endeavour
With Your grace for my soul’s comforting succour.
Lord God, You are my great Master,
being the Lawgiver of my standard
Thank You for protecting me with Your truth midst deceits that bombard…
To You do I offer my toil as Your chosen steward
With Your blessedness for my character that You guard.
Lord God, You are my great Master,
being the Builder of my faithfulness
Thank You for keeping me steadfast upon Your truth’s firmness…
To You do I commit my involvement as I abound in Your lovingkindness
With Your guidance in my trek and flight toward fruitfulness.
Lord God, You are my great Master,
being the Consoler of my affliction
Thank You for empowering me toward service-devotion…
To You do I dedicate my testimony along Your purification
With Your might perfecting my transformation.
Lord God, You are my great Master,
being the Author of my heavenly revival
Thank You for controlling me under Your leadership’s upheaval…
To You do I invest my all while waiting for Your arrival
With Your favour for my eternal bliss beyond earthly survival.
Lord God, You are my great Master,
being the Usher of my journey’s victory
Thank You for enabling me to gain Your well-done in overcoming misery…
To You do I entrust my future, devoid of any worry
With Your help in reaping what I have sown for Your glory.
Lord God, You are my great Master,
being the Rewarder of my diligence
Thank You for securing me within Your care against trials’ resurgence…
To You do I lay my everything as I separate from imprisoning negligence
With Your triumph always prevailing over my slothfulness-insurgence.
September 12, 2023
Bonanza of shamrocks will soon blanket Green Acres...
where Lassie free to run across petco junction
All across the webbed
wide esse Scott's landed wold
emerald green Trifolium
carpets harbor untold
burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover
(leaf) ways grant trifold
wishes if captured might
divulge pot of gold
at rainbow's end, and e'en mend
yar shoes, whence re: souled,
thence tread softly beneath subthreshold
of audibility, cuz unseen universe
hapts tubby microscopically rolled
with subterranean inhabited by Lilliputian
mischievous impish beings
(about bajillion holed
up could fill the Taj Mahal) even donned with
heavy coat protecting them
(usually men) against cold
yet frolic with reel delight jiggling
with inborn instinct exhibit twofold
talent to dance with modesty
downplaying (while fiddling)
analogous to some roof fiend
averse tubby extolled,
nonetheless, their popular
doth soar, and grievously scold
persistent myth anchored with toehold,
and thus do not indulge
pruriently with pixies considerably dulled,
since libido practically nonexistent told
me (under oath of
confidentiality), one Grunwald
trusted yours truly, the secrete
will not leak out,
nor spread like slime mold,
this descendant of Lemuel Gulliver
who schleps across the webbed wide wold.
Yours truly (an average
height and weight size ways)
nondescript grown
male munching kin
stands a little less than threefold
larger than full grown homunculi.
Rumor monger kickstarter
Matthew Scott Harris
posits nontrue tidbit
regarding rock 'n' roll star
who (name unmentioned)
became the most influential
musicians across the universe,
with estimated record sales
of around 600 million
as of two thousand twenty blank.
Imp possible mission
to see non elfish (pressed) lee
160 years after his Irish ancestor
crossed the Atlantic
curling his left lip,
whereby convalescing, peep ping auld
timers cavorting wax nostalgic with
itty bitty whippersnappers,
averse to any outliers,
whether hirsute or bald
an honest to goodness painstaking effort
initially stymied friendship proffered, a cold
reception eventually bedecked
hall of the mountain king
(while sharing diet of worms)
deep under verdantly
festooned knolls of Eire land.
February 5 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 14-15
Key Verse – Leviticus 14:1-2 And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, This shall be the law of the leper in the day of his cleansing: He shall be brought unto the priest.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO CLEANSES US
Praise be to God for cleansing us
from our confessed sins by His:
Pardon toward transformation
Purity for our triumphant reformation
Power so we can prevail over temptations
Peace against transgression-turbulence
Prosperity so we can progress against trials
Leviticus 14:11 Praise be to the Lord Who
encourages us to present ourselves before Him:
Carried by His salvation-security
Cleansed from sinfulness
Clothed in His sanctification
Commanded by His Scriptures
Called into His sanctuary
Leviticus 15:14 Praise be to the Saviour
for inviting us to come before Him:
Bathed into His purifying water
Bending to His proven Word
Burning through His powering worship
Blooming around His performing work
Bowing along His pursuing watchfulness
Believing in His protecting perfect ways
Blessed with His prospering wealth. Amen!
February 5, 2024
Author’s note: The following is in haibun form—poetic prose (microfiction with less than 200 words in this case) coupled with a haiku. It was written in response to a writing prompt to (re)tell a Christmas story in local (Michigan in this case) contemporary terms. Bronson Hospital is our local hospital, and deer are mystical creatures when encountered on foot in local parks but road hazards when encountered in vehicles at night. Indeed, we all have mystically tinged obstacles on our sacred/secular life journeys through the dark toward the light.
By Mark D. Stucky
José suddenly brakes and swerves. The rusty Jeep barely misses the deer that had jumped onto the dark road and stared wide-eyed at the approaching lights. Fortunately, no other traffic obstacles slow the drive to Bronson Hospital…but he still fears the future since he and Maria have no insurance or documentation.
José feels jumpy-yet-paralyzed like that deer, haunted by fears about their long journey from their impoverished village. They had often felt unwelcome in this strange new land, but at least fewer people here were judgmental of an unwed pregnancy.
José shivers, partly from anxiety but mostly from the cold. His meager jacket hardly protects against freezing weather, conditions alien to his previous life. He reaches over and pulls the blanket up around Maria’s shoulders, and she smiles weakly. Maria murmurs to him that in spite of her discomfort and doubts in this time of trouble, she feels a miraculous peace of God, protecting them and promising a better life for their coming son. José glances at her and, for the first time in months, smiles too as he drives toward the lights ahead.
Journey of hopeful
pilgrimage into unknown
possibilities
(First published in Small Town Anthology VIII: Entries from the Eighth Annual Tournament of Writers, Vicksburg Cultural Arts Center, 2022, p. 161. Indeed, Jesus and his family left Bethlehem to become undocumented immigrants in Egypt to escape violence during his earliest years.)
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She can make anything look more than amazing behind her smile
Guess that’s why she hides the pain so well
Believing she is all alone in the world with no one to save her
She says I know, I know, I know to hide ignorance
Always asking the world why
When the answers reside beneath her pride
Always in her feelings but doesn’t know what she’s feeling
And everyone else is constantly telling her what they know
Trying to help a dying soul with broken hands
Where is the confidence
Does anybody ever know
She says I know you will say you understand but how can you
You haven’t seen the pain in my heart bleeding through my skin
All she wanted was his attention, his eyes looking her way, his hands protecting her, her foot prints left in his mind, and a love with no ceilings
He seemed to want everything else
p.s. she cried her last tear waiting for him to change…
I am not a flame that flickers out
I am a sun that collapses inward,
heavy with gravity,
pulling every ounce of myself into silence.
They call it burnout
like it’s a candle stub,
like it’s a thing you recover from with rest and coffee and maybe a nap.
But this—
this is tectonic.
This is my neurons saying enough.
This is language turning into smoke in my throat,
every sound a stone I cannot lift.
Imagine running a marathon every day on a track made of neon lights,
sirens, stares,
unwritten rules you’re expected to know
smile at the right time,
make your body easy,
make your voice normal,
make your difference invisible.
You keep running.
You keep running.
And one day your legs forget how to move.
I used to think burnout meant weakness.
That if I was stronger,
I could carry the world’s noise without dropping it.
But now I see
it is not weakness to stop.
It is survival to shut down.
In burnout, I am raw.
Skin a live wire,
brain a tangled forest where words hide like frightened animals.
I am not gone.
I am conserving.
I am cocooning in silence,
waiting for the world to stop scraping me
like sandpaper.
And when I return,
because I do return,
I will not be the same.
Parts of me shed like snakeskin,
others tougher,
others softer.
Burnout is not failure.
It is the body’s rebellion.
It is truth spoken through collapse.
So if you see me quiet,
see me still,
do not call it laziness.
Do not call it defeat.
Call it what it is
a fire pulling inward,
a sun protecting its core.
Burnout is not the end.
It is the body saying:
enough pretending,
enough performing,
enough.
And maybe
maybe enough
can finally be
Enough
Faithfullness; what is that here?
Is it a happiness once a year
The answer to our fears
When we seek it is it hard to find
Is it a feeling or a state of mind
Is it being carefull or is it being kind
What is faithfullness, yours and mine
A reflection of unity a faith in one thing
The fullfilment of duties having done everything
Protecting what is ours this love we share
A collection of the hours we loveingly shared
A satisfaction that this world is not so bad
A chain reaction of favors not being spared
The gratification that we equally love each other
Faithfullness is the greatest thing ever discovered
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