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March 9 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 30-31
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 30:8 And thou shalt return and obey the voice of the LORD, and do all his commandments which I command thee this day.
FAITH IN GOD WHO ENABLES US TO OBEY HIS VOICE
God enables us to obey His voice against carnality
Great is He in subduing our destructive carnality
That pursues after our spirituality…
By faith, let’s keep ourselves from corruption’s impurity.
God enables us to obey His voice against selfishness
Great is He in checking our motives’ foolishness
That moves us from blessings’ fruitfulness…
By faith, let’s dwell in His love’s steadfastness.
God enables us to obey His voice against fleshly lust
Great is He in smiting our futility midst vanity-rust
That makes us suffer because of dishonest trust…
By faith, let’s submit to Him which is a sure must.
God enables us to obey His voice against covenant-breaking
Great is He in cutting our associations from disastrous linking
That leads to our defeat along snares so wrecking…
By faith, let’s avoid ties with those which are evil-provoking.
God enables us to obey His voice against covetous spoilage
Great is He in raising us from vexation of worldliness-drainage
That causes our downfall due to transgressions’ damage…
By faith, let’s walk along His righteousness of holy advantage.
God enables us to obey His voice against false teaching
Great is He in driving us toward truth-searching
That makes us strong, upheld by Biblical preaching…
By faith, let’s pray ceaselessly, while His mercy, beseeching.
God enables us to obey His voice against deadly silence
Great is He in awakening us with His message of service-excellence
That opens to us opportunities of soulwinning prevalence…
By faith, let’s glorify Him through His love’s opulence.
March 9, 2025
Though hearts may wander, chasing empty dreams, and idols built by human hands,
God's mercy still pursues His children with redeeming, loving plans.
Though discipline may shape our path, His grace still lights the way;
He calls us home with open arms and welcomes us each day.
The Maker of the earth and skies still reigns upon His throne;
No power of man can overthrow the Kingdom He alone has known.
When fear surrounds and hope grows dim, His faithful promise stands:
"Call upon Me"—I'll answer you with mighty, wondrous plans.
Before our birth He knew our names, each step our feet would tread;
He walks beside us through the night and gently goes ahead.
The more we seek His holy face, the clearer sounds His voice;
His sheep will hear their Shepherd's call and in His love rejoice.
Psalm 91 declares He hears, delivers, saves, and honors those who pray and call Him;
Psalm 145 assures us He is near to all who seek His way.
So let us live in holiness, surrendering all we are to Him—
For hearts that call upon the Lord will never call in vain. Call Him and He will answer.
Author Dana Redricks
July 26, 2023
In a world beset by pain's bitter reign, where broken hearts tremble, and sorrows collide, compassion, a beacon, must we sustain, for hurt people, in turn hurt other people, themselves hurt deep inside.
Oh, the power of love, the antidote divine, to overcome the darkness that hate permeates, with understanding, let your heart align, for we all stumble, imperfect, except the one who pursues.
In this delicate dance, let empathy shine, as we strive to lift others, and never tear them down, never stoop to the depths where hatred resides, for love's fire spreads warmth, dispels the frown.
Like wildfires raging, love and hate ignite, both can consume, inflame a heart's desire, but only love, tender and pure in its light, can heal the wounds, quench the raging fire.
So, let love be your language, kindness your song, reach out with open arms, soothe the wounded soul, let empathy guide you, fierce and strong, for in understanding, true compassion takes control.
No one's perfect, yet grace transcends, in the heart of those who choose love's embrace, with humility, we rise, empathy ascends, and pain's grip fades, replaced by solace and grace.
In this vast tapestry of life we weave, let sympathy's sway guide our every deed, for in loving others, our souls find reprieve, and a world once broken, blooms with love's seed.
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If Fantasy Were Reality
Human mind is like a wild cheeky horse,
Untrained, it pursues its own wilful course
Of IMAGINATION that lively brains
Can freely wish and afford to sustain
In a DREAM world of reckless REVERIE
Amidst the glow of frantic fantasy.
Flying on silvery wings of fancy
I dream being the king of my country
With beauties of my choice serving on me,
Attending to my WHIMSY wants like flees,
Basking in the sun in midst of the sea,
Inhaling freshness of the air, carefree.
Alas, when the dream comes to abrupt halt
I feel being struck by a thunderbolt
Viewing it as VISUALISATION
Bordering on a HALLUCINATION
With the sour sense of dropping from the moon
To face the realm of reality soon.
If fantasy were a reality
There would exist no shrines of poverty
No climes where wicked woeful wars are waged
No theatre where violence is staged,
But a land where blooms the flower of peace
Where in every soul sprouts the seed of bliss.
If fantasy could endow us with grace
Evert poor man`s house would be a palace,
Man could dwell on earth many thousand years
Without shedding a drop of pearly tear,
Without an iota of divine fear,
Decreeing earth as his very own sphere.
Because love yearns and in its yearning
searches each sunrise and sunset
to find another, to join in timeless beauty
to find a warmer glow... gleaned from a lonely heart
when a pause comes, from a welcoming smile
and emotions express exhalations
from every pulsating passion that love pursues
with its deepest gnawing hunger
when its orbs look deep
into the unscared landscape of innocent dreams
that invite a warm breathless kiss
exposing vulnerability, wrapped in the hands of comfort
when lovers walk in secured silence
across the winding wishes of wanted wonder
leaving their fading footsteps
to lay lightly on the dusk of their traveled days
when they never looked away from their horizon
filled with sunrises and sunsets
from the day love's yearnings were filled
in a pause, from a smile
from the heart of another who also yearned
to find love's timeless beauty
4/30/18 contest Free Verse on Love
Back into Infinity
In the uncertainty of chaos, we wear our smiles
wide, wide,
In the miles as we travel with the gnawing Jaws of Eternity nipping at our heels,
Conspiring with gravity— time burns through the energy that you are
There is no dearth to the ineffable force that pursues you,
The earth with its soft, supple, soil is fertile and laden with vital rot
To help you ease your way back into infinity.
There is divinity in dirt,
The scent of the earth— the beauteous decay in your nostrils beckons
Gravity in concert with entropy patiently pulling you back into the soil
Blending you back into infinity.
Swaying pendulum of the hypnotist
Impossible for mind-body to resist
It transfixes our attention in a trance
Stillness then being our only chance
Fact that singularity contains duality
Self inflicted hypnosis blocking clarity
Is known only in stillness and silence
When ends with images our indulgence
There is no meditator in our meditation
Lifting of the veil mirrorless recognition
The clue offered every night we sleep
Dreams unreal where we laugh & weep
While awake ceasing ego identification
We exit all illusions in quiet meditation
Though memory imagery yet pursues
Vaporised presence bliss throb renews
Stillness innate within in each vibration
Cessation at point of polarity rotation
Be it in thought or breath or heartbeat
Hiding in open sight this truth repeats
We see this not being bound by a spell
Mesmerised by illusions where we dwell
To exit all we do is to go to the centre
Nonchalantly each life flavour savour
In stillness
26-August-2020
*Image of Smallest Dog by Bio.
The Small Dog from Shansi
There was a scholar from Shansi City,
Miffed by folks he stayed in an priory,
Peaceful, but bothered by its many bugs,
So he bundled like a baby in hugs.
One night, two little knights with plumed helmets,
No more than two inches high with gauntlets
Hands, topped horses the size of grasshoppers,
Held falcons sized-like flies for the slaughters.
They raced crossed my floor at the greatest speed,
Another of them ontop his own steed,
Held a bow and arrow, instead, with him,
A small dog sized-like an ant filled with vim.
Behind him came a great army of men,
They held falcons with dogs just like him,
The bugs rose to flee but the falcons slain them,
Dogs sniffed out fleas ate them with no problem.
All cracks and crannies, the vermins were dead,
Scholar still pretending to sleep instead,
Then one rode clad in yellow and a crown,
He climbed the couch and he looked all around.
The men gathered neath him and paid homage,
They spoke a strange tongue, he had no knowledge,
The king climbed on a chariot and his
Guardsmen joined him with the greatest of ease.
Then off they went in a blink of an eye,
His men pursues with a victory cry,
Sounds like someone just scattered lots of beans,
The scholar rose, astonished to the scenes.
But then he looked at a brick by the wall,
A forgotten small dog not scared at all,
Scholar saw that the small dog was quite tame,
Leaps to bed, eats bugs, returned whence he came.
He feared the next day it be gone but no,
Stands on the brick leapt to the bed, it know
Its hungry, eats, then leaps back to the brick,
For days and nights, the small dog did the trick.
Until one day the scholar took a nap,
The small dog leaped by him and also slept,
The scholar had awaken, then he saw,
Flat dog like paper, as if one had draw.
2019 June 11
When I came to the soup,
I did not know how to tame,
the straying syllables on my Haiku.
Then, she took me under her wings,
and I have learnt so much since then.
I have learnt the trick of weaving words,
on the spindle to form poetry.
Though, I am not a good student,
for I skip classes now and then,
but she pursues me here and there.
Surely, one day I shall grow like her,
writing poetry without getting weary.
Haa, have you heard the latest,
she has just elevated me,
by making me one of the poets,
whose poetry 'float into her boat'.
20th April, 2013
Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich, for her encouragement and all that I have learnt from her.
It’s funny how we fool ourselves
How darkness hides what we don’t want to see
How easy it is to look away
To not be what we want to be
It seems, we can go on and on
Just glide along in endless reverie
If comfort is but all we seek
We will never, ever be free
But, oh when the sun shines
When the glorious sun peeks out from the clouds
And the light that pursues but only the truth
Then reaches our minds and removes all the doubts
But, oh when the sun shines
There is no looking back, no looking away
We must face what is bared by this time honored sleuth
For we can’t face the night if we can’t face the day
But OH, OH, OH, when the sun shines
It’s funny, once our eyes have widened
Allowing what there is to stand and be counted
How very much better we feel
That once unaddressed has now been surmounted
Not really a battle to welcome the sun
Accepting what life really is or is not
For we can find peace in an honest appraisal
And after all, isn’t that all that we’ve got
But OH, OH, OH, when the sun shines