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May 14 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 23-26
Key Verse – Job 23:16 For God maketh my heart soft...
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY HEART CHECKER
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against bitter murmuring and groaning
Thank You for instructing me while leading me from declining
Surely answering my arguments with Your divine reasoning…
Please deal with me and my disputations that need truth-leaning.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against vain longing and desiring
Thank You for covering me darkness of terrified fearing
Surely disciplining my carnality of worldly preferring…
Please soften me from hardship, persecution, suffering.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against discontentment’s raging and surging
Thank You for letting me abide in Your will of revival charging
Surely enlightening my motives around Your freedom’s caging…
Please protect me against unbelief by deceit-discharging.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against threats of crisis emerging and rising
Thank You for bringing me toward Your stores of blessing
Surely feeding my soul with Your bounty’s pressing…
Please provide me as I share without hypocrisy’s cursing.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against attacks of pride dominating and exalting
Thank You for esteeming me despite my worm-stature that’s wasting
Surely purifying my thoughts from vain boasting…
Please remind me of Your love with Your redemption-granting.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against helpless fretting and worrying
Thank You for helping me overcome struggles of futile wearying
Surely counselling my mind from faith-swaying…
Please develop me toward Christlikeness while in You I’m staying.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against wrong choice of treading
Thank You for instilling in me Your precepts for gracious guiding
Surely enclosing my health with Your welfare-guarding…
Please settle me in partnership of stewardship’s upholding.
May 14, 2023
There is a tangled vine, that grows
It grows between the centuries
Two centuries old, it can't be seen
Between us now, it has a hold
on me, and all my reasoning
Defying time that lies between us
I've read each word between the lines
The words you wrote have landed here
Bringing with them all the years
I can feel you standing here with me
Words can do that, I can see you!
They capture me within my soul,...I know of love, I know,... I know...
The love I feel, a tangled vine
That grows between your earth and mine
This was your world...I've made it mine...
Though we may speak with different tongues...
Some things are timeless, from the start
I know of love,..... I know, I know
Your words have caught me in my throat....
A vine of loneliness imparts
And tendrils of my own, my heart
Reach out to tell you so....
I feel the pull so deep inside
How strange and crazy, this may be
I know of love.........I know.....
I know somewhere, away from here
Somewhere deep on different shores
Our stars are meant to cross again
I know of love............I know
I feel your presence here with me
It matters not the century
A tangled vine was sent for me
To cling, until my eyes can see
you reaching out for me
There is a tangled vine, that grows between
Two centuries old, it can't be seen
Between us now, it has a hold
that defies all lucid reasoning
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Inspired by Constance La France's Contest: Tangled Vines
Submitted once again for Skat's Contest "Old Love Poem" 11/9/15
Advent,
older, and more pervasive, than Christmas
I presume.
Why so?
Advent's lack of glaring light
feels more of an invite
to prepare for winter's new year planning
by reviewing what went toxically wrong
and occasionally
mysteriously right.
A time not yet for sorting ecstatic harvest seeds
of early year insight
but deeper hibernating
into all not not quite entirely wrong potentials,
where cooperative perennial images delight
while capital's mortal reasoning
remains logistically wrong,
a song
too soon sadly sung
in nihilistic
dissonant keys
of double-binding night,
approaching terrorizing fright
vigorously denied
before adventurously accepting
heuristic gains of ultra-violet bright
Into Advent darkness
recomposing next year's nurture lights,
ecologically learned evolving cycles
of nutrition
theologically deep revolutionary recycles
speaking healthy wealth of Advent's
annual 2020 resolutions.
Up the evolutionary diversified life's tree
a unique species climbed with time to the canopy.
A perfect blend of functional form and wisdom,
a matchless masterpiece created in living kingdom.
Beneath the cold shroud of austere expression
flow the convivial streams of silent emotion
with the tender ripples of love and empathy
that touch shores of my heart and soul endlessly.
When all the dreams break and hopes abort
I seek and get the gift of all-needed support
to again embark on the journey, cross milestone,
for I know I won’t ever walk life alone.
Behind the deceptive façade of divergent kinds
I’ve seen the lively portraits of beautiful minds.
Since all humane traits their reasoning can span
my favorite animal created is the rational man.
(Inspired by Aristotle's attribute of man)
Written : December 24, 2019
January 21, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice 2, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
As I fell... I saw myself falling again
As I fly as I fall... I was free
Nothing in the world in an instance remain
Freedom... It’s a never be
I knew life is an illusion
A happy ending thats ever changing
Dreams created without reasons
Exactly how life comes to... beyond reasoning
Without anything... do you know what you want?
With everything... do you?
We are our own angels and demons we run
We have it all... never true
Would you have known... do you want to know?
Rather it be... or perhaps you only want it to be
Everything was shown... or do you want to show?
Rather it be... when everything can be from me
Did I fall too fast, too slow... I’m never sure
Did you... and what else have you seen?
Are we not old when young were peers?
Freedom... did you remember your dream?
Can someone find me a wizard, or possibly a witch, I need them to concoct an elixir to help fix this
See my heart is broken and I need it to be repaired, and the only way that it can, is if he would only still care
I know that will never come to be, so I have sought out other ways to cope in hopes of finding a remedy
Maybe there is an elixir that can harden my heart, possibly turn it to stone, so that I don’t have to feel the pain anymore from being left all alone
And maybe while they’re at it they can also erase pieces of my mind, they can take away every memory that we made in the days that you were mine
Maybe this elixir can help me not to feel, so that I don’t have to worry about being hurt anymore and then I can finally heal
I can forget you ever existed just as the way that you have done to me, I hope that it’s as simple for me as it was for you, the way that you made it look so easy
You just walked away, you didn’t care that I was hurt and that you were the reason why, you couldn’t be bothered with my emotions and all the tears that I had cried
Maybe you somehow figured out a way to find this elixir before me, this is the only reason that I can suggest for the way that you have treated me
It’s like we were nothing, we never shared our deepest thoughts to each other, the way that you were able to walk away from me and into the arms of another
I just wish that I could understand your reasoning for why you gave up on me, but maybe the elixir that I am seeking holds the key
Maybe it can also give me the capability to read your mind, and then I can finally know the true reason behind why you said goodbye.
When I so look back upon my past life,
How awful experience helps me being tough
To cope with strange vibes cum uneasy strife...
Just like an impossible dream so rough.
I look forward to making a promise;
So useless to reasoning as of moment-
Reminiscing can't help but tag Thomas:
Of bruises, scars and fright's concomitant
That appears funny enough to believe,
But do not have the chance to aid proofs' votes
Or most bluntly, dates imprints to retrieve...
When none of memories are handy in notes.
The distance of truth to lie is being you,
Yet as wide as living off interest's shows...
Because life looks dangerous to handle new,
Makes such distance as close as a repose.
he entered the room as if rice was about to boil over,
seeing faces of those he didn't recognise look as though
they were reading the last line of a book they never read
before, staggered, asymmetrically pensive in times during
coffee servings and bites from donuts, but, given that it
was only midday, the flavour of the waitresses grumbled
in overlapping office lunch hours. little did our hero, who
entered with arched cat-back whiteness, know, his un-
expected audience, delivering blank verse in motor-
cycle and side-car loads, were systematically only there
to make up the numbers, merely propping up the inward
burst of off the street heart attacks, the last hope of ever
thwarted reasoning and too the waitresses were cardboard.
THESE BUTTERFLY KISSES
I cannot tell what happened
But I heard somebody telling me:
“They vanished in thin air”
“My butterfly kisses are broken wings”
“I know no butterfly kisses”
Yes! They told me like this:
I am Petal from rosebud secondary,
I know butterfly kisses that whispers to my lapels
Drawling how irresistible My fragrance is,
Realizing not I am being carried away to permanent bunk,
Not reasoning. My reasons are these beautiful sterling waggish wings.
These are severe hands and clubs against flesh,
Designers tyre; attires to pregnant bellies.
This was illusion to knack and knackers.
“please give me a paper and the pen so
I can write about My life of sin”
Dear Lillies :
These butterfly kisses ain’t loyal.
By: Nosipho Madywabe
Pen Name: Nosipho bleeding ink
Acknowledged UNDERSTANDING Spiritual TRUTH beyond Atmosphere
Seeking for those answers
Gleaning the positive positions
Desiring the voice Christ Jesus words
Meditated conditions seeking Elohim
Me in Him and He in Me
And not humanity religion
Circumcised my cornea eye on slot;
My self-taught reasoning my response really
Not to my own
It’s at naught
Understanding I acknowledge Jesus
Believe I in Him and God first foremost
Rather leave me endowed spiritually
As a seeing little child unblended
Resting in your blessings O’ God
I be your light I see your light
I trust giving my Father’s spiritual eyes
And ears spiritual truth beyond atmosphere
Renewing I new heart to love honestly renewed
As ABBA Father God
Does ONLY ALWAYS
AMEN
10/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee, Sr. 2022©