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The rainfall pulls me in
swooping over everything
every inch in every depth within
whatever it may bring
swarming sultry upon my brain
informs me it’s absolving time
It washes Mother Earth clean again
Her lush pleasure garden sublime
I splendor in life’s grapevine,
the olive trees,
I drink its wine
and dine with its oil
It’s with these
I am of those who’ll spoil
wash away exterior walls!
groom your insides
rainwater rising falls
dripping down my cheeks
pounding pavement
the path a river that peaks
sweeping me in wavering repent
swept up then for ransom held
Rapids reach out—it petrifies
the wilderness in my soul
begging for its alibis
—to keep me from its toll
I’m caught up in it
saturated in its wet fury
my sticky skin is lit
with colors of curry
dissolving velveteen mascara
it runs, mapping the lines on my face
like something from the common era
The Messiah, there’s not a trace
Mopping up what’s on my mind
in a world that drags me down
pouring drips of brimstone bind
leaking baths of sulfur drowns
my enemy, the nemesis that was I
the Universe enacting retribution
from on high
Alas, stoned by the thousands
reborn and boughten back to life
out from the alabaster sands
bitter salt no longer rife
suffocating the sum of all sins
thanking the Heavenly Father
A poet begins…
…renews all with His renowned rain
prophesizes us as Epicurus rises
as does the absence of pain
a philosopher’s sonic temple baptizes
This love gives
Its kinetic pleasure purifies
It's katastematic satisfaction!
Its universe verifies
Till the rain comes again
This tranquil life lives
Commercial and mechanical education
proves a boon to the people by bringing external change
through discovery and inventions to ease the material life
along with external beauty in this world
whereas the spiritual education purifies the soul
to reach the destination of eternity.
In both the fields positive constructive education does a lot
to the human beings in real sense
but negative feedback is there too if users use negatively.
His sons used to take turns holding feasts in their homes…when a period of feasting had run its course, Job would send and have them purified. Early in the morning he would sacrifice a burnt offering for each of them, thinking, “Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.”
Job 1:5 NIV
ON THE CUSP OF JOB
On the cusp of Job,
we find his sons
and daughters
feasting apart,
their hearts failing
their father and God.
On the cusp of Job’s
disasters, he purifies
and teaches.
He loves his kin
ever so much.
On the cusp of life’s
divide, Job’s priestly
responsibilities. Serious
as mannah delivered
every morning
to the hungry crowd.
On the cusp of pain
and sorrow, too great
for one man to take -
yet down the line
we find Jesus’ sacrifice.
On the cusp of this generation,
do we nudge our children
toward salvation or perdition?
Do we teach them to have
a lively faith?
7/6/2022
Final verse inspired by words from Ellicott’s Commentary
Way up in the darkest sky
Shines a star, a reflective light
Glowing a promise, reflecting
Insight into the moment
When the sequent moon ignites
Joy on the inside, where their abides
Heartfelt inspiration, wonder
Alive in the imagination…
Way down in my soul
Shines a star, a silent hope
Radiating smiles, shining
In a heart who supplies
Music that inspires the heart
Poetry that stirs up love
Whimsical feelings who breath
Miracles into everything
Way up in the marvelous night
Shines a star, a stunning sight
Coloring the world in hues so bright
Reminding the soul to always
Delight in the miracles…
The kindness, the insight, the song
So whimsical and so discerning,
In waves of intuition, a yearning…
Way down in my heart
Shines a star, a delicate wish
For the glory of One
Who inspires my faith,
Rains down sweet grace,
Purifies my life with His love
Quiets all the worries
The struggles lose their power
And I realize He is the answer
To all of my prayers – my needs
He is everything that I believe
Way up in the dazzling nocturnal
There, on display, is a star…
A strong, mighty brilliance
Who arises to remind me…
He is all powerful and good.
He is wisdom and wonder.
He is the lightening and the thunder.
He is the One who shines brighter…
Than the sun or the moon
Brighter than any star…
He is the Savior of the whole world
And, He is the Redeemer …
Who left me with a light to give
Back to Him – My very best,
… because He has blessed…
Me with stars in my eyes,
Stars in my heart, stars on the inside
Where His light shines on…
In unconditional Love!
I've believed in you for so long
As if I was some kind of idiot
I can’t stand being so angry at you
You have helped me…. I've been crying out tears
Of shame…shame…
All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve let you down by my insanity
You grieved for me…but I’m too late
Watch me die…tonight…
I have so many things to look forward to…
Shadows haunt me everywhere I walk
And I feel so incomplete…running swiftly with my feet
I shake the sand off of them…
I dreamt of islands in my mind…
All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve not let you down by my vanity
You grieved for me…but I’m too late
Watch me die…today…
I spiral up and down…here and there…
Music purifies my ears
And I’ve lost touch of paradise
The past remains the same…same old crap all over again
It rapes my mind and puts me in a scary place
All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve let you down by my insanity
You grieved for me…but I’m too late
Watch me die…this time…
I roam in shadows…
and dream of red roses,
blooming gently on the palm of my hand
I belong in my own house and yet I feel like a fly, swapped on the wall
Craft me delight, God – that’s all
We all face our own fears…clothe me with Your love
From up above…
Vibrant instruments heal my soul again…
Run with me to the forest for a time…
That sweet day…that Kingdom will set us free
From blasphemed bondage
I have this pain in the bottom of my stomach…
It churns…oh it does burn…
All of the memories spent with you
I don’t feel like I belong
I’ve let you down by my insanity
You grieved for me…but I'm in a clean slate
Watch me reach to paradise road
June 2 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 125-129
Key Verse – Psalm 127:1 Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BUILDING ME UP
Thank You for building me up in Your faith-mount
Please lead me by Your strength so sins I can surmount---
So good are Your blessings I can’t count
Which reinforces my trust in Your grace-fount.
Thank You for building me up in Your righteousness
Please turn me from crookedness---
So gracious are Your ways for my holiness
Which leads my testimony toward Your uprightness.
Thank You for building me up in Your sovereignty
Please guard me from sins’ captivity---
So great are Your commandments of instructing certainty
Which moulds my life by Your authority.
Thank You for building me up in Your rejoicing
Please protect me from doubts’ piercing---
So generous are Your provisions never ceasing
Which gladdens my heart for Your worship’s praising.
Thank You for building me up in Your heritage
Please surround me from worldliness’ voltage---
So grand are Your riches of eternal advantage
Which points my sight toward heavenly vantage.
Thank You for building me up in Your peace-jubilation
Please cheer me up from misery and frustration---
So glowing are Your brightness-rays against persecution
Which purifies my anxieties by Your salvation’s perfection.
June 2, 2022
The Cemetery of Myths as Inverted Paradise
in the cemetery of myths where the dead dance alive on graves,
dictatorial faces smile with their teeth of freedom,
the blind sun illuminates the darkness with its radiant blindness,
the tails knot themselves in straight spirals that climb down always.
the lethargic devils tame fury with their gentle heavy violence,
to women pretzels adorn their necks with chains of warm air,
it sweetens the pickle with the acidity of bitter sweet sugar,
to your gang mouth it sings silence with clear silent howls.
the mature university kiss studies primitive instinct with science,
the evening of barbaric pleasure civilizes wildness with crude education,
the ancestors of fate predict the past of the future that will not have been,
friends like slaughtered lambs hunt wolves with their bloody gentleness.
the parrots witnesses of color from the sun speak phosphorescent blackwhites,
the pollution of the heart purifies the air with its transparent toxic smoke,
the bread of square teeth chews hunger with its empty satiety,
your itch becomes my bed of nails on which I sleep deeply.
it is a playful modest plowing field sowing chaos in ordered rows,
your unique meaning multiplies in its dense collective loneliness,
myths die being reborn in the cemetery of their eternal dead life,
the dictatorships of freedom chain us in our prisoner emancipation!
Governments and Medias indifferent to the violence
Genocide was the price of the worlds silence
The CCP’s slaughter is demonic and sly
The persecution of Dafa, is a historic sigh
New Tang Dynasty's “Divine Performing Arts”
Will restore China's culture and the human heart
2006 Shen Yun was revered worldwide
Except by the CCP, their intentions couldn’t hide
“The sound of hope” awakens people one by one
Zemin and his minions will reap retribution
Crimes against humanity, torture and genocide
Two decades of karma the evil specter can’t hide
January 2020 exposed pivotal deceit
The ccp virus from Wuhan warrants defeat
A global pandemic heavy with Demise
The world cried in horror as the evil lied
Reflection is a seed that humans need
To discern what is real or twisted indeed
Free will to choose what is truth is a sign
A golden thread of hope from the divine
Globally Falun Dafa is honored and recognized
Master Li had many nominations for the Nobel Peace Prize
But these things are just the surface of the profound
The principles of Falun Dafa will amaze and astound
The Great Law will rectify the old with the new
The future is bright as the truth purifies through
Practitioners stand solid, through Cultivation to the end
Assimilating to the Fa, for the Great Law will mend
Truth, compassion and forbearance will shine
In the heart of those who are good and kind
A gift to humanity made avail
Precious Falun Dafa will prevail
Faith under fire
When it comes right down to the wire
How are you going to stand?
Are you going to be salt or extremely bland
When your faith is under fire
Don’t believe the words of the liar.
When the smoke starts to rise and obscure the view,
And the whispers tell you there’s nothing left in you,
That’s the moment the embers begin to glow,
To reveal the deep roots that run down below.
It’s easy to burn when the wind starts to blow,
But a fire refined has a different kind of show.
It purifies the spirit, it sharpens the sight,
Turning the shadows into brilliant light.
So let the heat rise, let the furnace test the grain,
There is power in the standing, there is purpose in the pain.
Keep your feet on the rock, keep your eyes on the prize,
For a faith under fire is a faith that will rise.
Written: July 04, 2023
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A respected river, your holiness sublime.
Purifies within if we let your essence seep.
From the powerful mountains, you climb
Pious and deep, it cures thirst spirits, creep
We all joined in a loud wave of ovation.
Farmers and anglers exploit it commonly.
Before you slowly dyke into the ocean.
Your pristine oceans are just heavenly.
Favoring even those who have sinned.
I've begun to write a tale of keen people.
Your purity is lovely, a river so revered.
You arose from the depths of a steeple.
Quenching the thirst of souls, from the abyss.
Peasants and boatmen, united in bliss,
Your presence is a source of joy and peace.
As we gather along your banks, we find release.
But as you journey toward the endless sea,
Our hearts ache, as we agnize you must leave.
Yet your holiness remains, forever to foresee
Waters, so pure, cleanse our souls, we believe.