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May 4 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Nehemiah 9-13
Key Verse – Nehemiah 9:3 And they stood up in their place, and read in the book of the law of the LORD their God one fourth part of the day; and another fourth part they confessed, and worshipped the LORD their God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY CONFESSION HEARER
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my iniquities
Thank You for forgiving me of my admitted sins and impurities
As I reveal to You my doubts, unbelief, and insecurities
While repenting for my wicked thoughts in my entreaties.
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my unfaithfulness
Thank You for pardoning me of my transgressions by Your grace and goodness
As I see my unrighteousness in the light of Your holiness
While receiving Your correction for my pride of vain haughtiness.
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my disobedience
Thank You for directing me for faith-propelled resurgence
As I realize my vexation-caused troubles due to carnal indulgence
While submitting before You my heart for surrender of meek diligence.
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my misunderstanding
Thank You for teaching me for my ministerial comprehending
As I acknowledge that Your wisdom is what I’m always needing
While offering myself to You without pretending.
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my bad attitude
Thank You for leading me toward steps of joyous gratitude
As I yield to You my stubbornness along Your might’s fortitude
While turning away from worldly stardom’s altitude.
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my lack of dedication
Thank You for purging me by Your sanctification
As I abide in Your will for my testimony’s beautification
While worshipping You with wholehearted devotion.
Lord God, You are my confession Hearer regarding my downfall
Thank You for reaching out to me whenever to You I call
As I grieve for my frustrations against fruitfulness-hall
While trusting You for me to stand faithful, spiritually tall.
May 4, 2023
April 27 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 18-19
Key Verse – 2Kings 18:3 And he did that which was right in the sight of the LORD, according to all that David his father did.
HEART THAT STRIVES TO FULFILL WHAT IS RIGHT IN THE SIGHT OF THE LORD
Our heart strives to fulfill what is right in the sight of the Lord…
… delighting in His law constantly
While meditating His counsel daily
So that we can bear fruits by faith and deeds prosperously
And not be driven along wind of ungodliness perilously.
Our heart strives to fulfill what is right in the sight of the Lord…
… accepting His righteousness-propelled venture
While standing upon His holiness posture
So that we can declare about His goodness’ gesture
And not be broken by derision’s vexing culture.
Our heart strives to fulfill what is right in the sight of the Lord…
… acknowledging His majesty with reverential fear
While rejoicing at His excellency along worshipful gear
So that we can labour in His vineyard midst joyous thankful tear
And not be troubled by worldliness’ allurements vainly drear.
Our heart strives to fulfill what is right in the sight of the Lord…
… regarding His instruction to trust in His person
While depending on His sovereignty’s best reason
So that we can learn about important life’s lesson
And not be dashed by doubt’s poison.
Our heart strives to fulfill what is right in the sight of the Lord…
… seeking His help and mercy
While crying for His forgiveness with His pardon’s clemency
So that we can enjoy His salvation’s assurance-constancy
And not be distressed by prayerlessness’ leniency.
Our heart strives to fulfill what is right in the sight of the Lord…
… prioritizing His presence
While communing with Him in His fellowship’s license
So that we can stand in awe, worshiping Him with sacrifices’ incense
And not be distracted by pride’s iridescence.
Our heart strives to fulfill what is right in the sight of the Lord…
… cleaving to His precepts of heavenly wisdom
While learning from His Scriptures with His truth’s freedom
So that we can serve Him along His grace and advance His kingdom
And not be overwhelmed by futility’s boredom.
April 27, 2026
1.
the crystallised handkerchief
of one’s span of life
your handloom-bird brings with its lips
some musical notation of the nimbus
holding that waves within the heart
how much growth does occur
to the sandal-line of a man
or
it does
fall
the blades of grasses are known well
to be vegetarian
the eyes of the reindeer
have cent per cent smelling of fish
then what translation would you suggest
for the fingers of wild titlark
the shirt
they have put on the body of this night-stone
what best word-meaning does match it
but land-lotus
2.
i’ve re-constructed
all the trees and plants
with
the dry straws grass twigs collectively
fetched by beak
and the monsoon
as well
the full-brim of vodka
is deep in the palms
in that moonlight
a sleeping-tablet
does take a dip-swimming
within her enfolding
there may be the whole works of rabindranath
from the breathing of cd-player
spreads around
the sound of horse’s hoof
there is the bed-sheet of dusts
on the anger
kept bound within the cover of rexin
it’s true
our vineyards are still
prone to stones
then it does not seem
that the boiled moon sets
into the tea-cup
3
in your songs
still lies
immense green
the bed-room is too
very bright
the walnuts
walking along the path
that touches the rain-shore
make me think likely
on a sunday
kept in an envelop
when the bedcover of the early morning
speaks frankly
what’s in its mind
to the soap-water
the ears of the horse
in the wall-calendar
look very crazy
i can remember
one day
the sun-boats would tear their wrappers
their whisper would want to discover
the inclinations and thoughts of the creepers and herbs
possessed by the lady-volunteers
their yawing would notice
so many unused handlooms
taking a run-away on the clouds
now
would the cat under the beautiful jersey
finally think of waking up
then i’ll go
to deposit the clever apples
along with
all the triangles accompanying it
to the nearest cold-storage
Thralldom etched in *****sapiens (mine) DNA
Though your true blue stated civilian
never enlisted nor impressed,
nonetheless I own an opinion
originally embarked on poetic quest
to express purposelessness,
when soldiers rest
at peace i.e. eternally,
many attired courtesy
smart uniform strong with zest.
Psyche steeped, macerated, brewed
as token scapegoat, cue
trumpets Don to toot
courtesy more'n one
nasty shortish brute
weasley chastened me
round mulberry bush
said monkeys chased scaredy
cat me... point moot
regarding... rung me
ragged standing astute
adjacent Thomas Jonathan
"Stonewall" Jackson
(Confederate general during
American Civil War),
his own troops accidentally
fired on him during
Battle of Chancellorsville
in Virginia doth not compute
"friendly fire" unleashed during
one among many hot pursuit
part and parcel of wars,
since time immemorial
gung ho practiced soldier and/or
scared cat neophyte unwittingly shoot
pellets traveling speed of
sound bullet out - gunmetal chute
ordinarily pardoned distinct mistake
versus homicide statute
nonetheless...about
thee (rhetorical question), wherefore
art thou purpose to war,
those slain now paid tribute
since major hostilities of
World War I formally
ended at 11th hour of 11th
day of 11th month of 1918
yet... I question military conflicts
battle hymns constitute
legacy e'er since Homo
sapiens stood erect,
many soldiers of misfortune,
sons of destitute
versus wealthy heirs accepted perception
that war was "a rich man's war
and a poor man's fight"
countless generations ago
deserters fate would mean execute
"the bastard," even second decade
into twenty first century
once sworn in at basic training,
getting discharged (vodka luck), but absolute
zero tolerance quitting before
duty commitment desertion flagrant violation,
no easy task leaving service minus
tribunal meeting severe to prosecute,
thus joining military unlike
accepting any other job
punishment greater than Das boot,
yet patriotism, née jingoism
not ideal, viz conflict resolution,
verstehen, or did this wordsmith convolute?
I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day
Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman
think Monty Python's
Flying Circus skittering
on thin ice - Skidamarink
a dink, a dink...
hither and yon, to and fro
Via O'hare To Dublin y'know
Cuz, The Leprechaun within
me, no spring chicken bro,
nevertheless oz offer friendship in toto
good day to thee with cheerful adieu.
Though nowhere to be found despite search team
loudly trumpeting thru depleting fresh air
supply terrestrially polluted atmosphere,
asper the unknown whereabouts, regarding
said royally titled quasi legally inherited bare
naked lady loving bastard oven heated affair
son last seen donning Herringbone Wool headwear
supplemented by Irish merrino wool sweater
and custom made Hemp (smoking hot) pants
informing observer with seedy, faux debonair,
and pseudo (reed "FAKE") suave cultured couture
clothing automatically camouflaging to disappear
without a trace, thee alluded to rival to the throne
(Irish to keep ye in the dark) like chocolate eclair
secret recipe (one takes to the grave), unless held
at gunpoint by bonafide Machiavellian consigliere
ruthless if necessary forcing captive to declare
high fidelity, indemnity, loyalty, et cetera to a
life of lawlessness adopting anonymous incognito
guise accepting bewig noggin with long knotty hair
tattoo skin with "FAKE" scars to accentuate fear
factor accepting (cryptic blood bonded) brotherhood till
death do you part loot, pillage, vandalize, et cetera
in a blitzkrieg effort (albeit violently) to repair
evenly distribute disparity between 1% and 99%
grassroots uprising (peopled with migrants) spear
writ ting their exploitation at the (Taj Mahal) bear
sized paws swiping at susceptibility, vulnerability,
inequality, et cetera series of unfortunate events
decreed, instilled, ordained clamped like ironware
shackling one generation after another, an outright
outdated, on par as anachronism, feudalism, stoicism
where stark difference between rich and poor unfair,
especially, cus the latter labor sweat of their brow,
which backbreaking toil essentially endows wealthy
at expense of grunt work signalling ominous nightmare.
She was always busy being a beauty,
and paused only from her self-regarding,
her purr and pouting,
to turn to a mirror
but if she had a slight pucker
at the corner of her mouth
she would dash the looking-glass down
and frown.
It was her work, her Calling.
Every second her appearance
must be perfectly recorded,
painted by a perfect lighting.
On the whole
she was quite a doll
and worth a long look.
Of course a low self-worth
was her secret
it spoke of her reality,
a reality she loathed.
Yet she was plucky marionet,
would dazzle and smile once more
for a lens to adore,
her ego once more fed
a lightbulb she screwed down tight
inside her pretty head.
7/15/17
Object in space and on the ocean floor
Above the Earth's core
As of now and since way before
Across any shore
Near and far from ores
Either scarce or a galore
Regardless of if you can buy it in a store
Some of which out in the open or hidden behind a door
Put away inside a locked safe or drawer
You'd be a fool to give up and ignore
When there still is so much to explore
Stop obsessing and judging others on if there rich or poor
Actually happened and still happening, not all just lore
Losing, winning or trying to even the score
So many times there has been war
And gore
Broken promises regarding what they had swore
Some plants with thorns
Farms that do or don't grow corn
Among spores, albacore, boar and so much more
Labeled as herbivores, carnivores and omnivores
It's all been neither good nor bad, since the dawn of everything and when I was born
For now, I'm trying to soar
And perform
During night and morn
Taking risks, and reaping rewards
Whether the temperature, cold, average or warm
And in the midst of any storm
With or without a sword
7/17/17
Working in nature or inside a room
Underneath the sun and moon
During morning, night and afternoon
Hearing and playing a different tune
Near and far from plants that died or are still in bloom
Above and below any kind of tomb
Not a step too soon
Go ahead and assume
But It could lead to your doom
If you want to be a buffoon
I'll impale you with tremendous force from a harpoon
Toss you into a deep lagoon
Or beneath a dune
Involved in slander
With delusions of grandeur
Just so that your pockets could get fatter
You killed innocent lives and caused a disaster
Now I'm going to do the same to you, turning you into a cadaver
Because it feels fitting taking matters
Into my owns hands, regarding threats and hazards
Sands of time runneth out
stout whistleblowers must apply clout
to affect the commander in chief forced...
send him back his favorite mantra,
that churlish, childish and cheapish tricky lout
arrogant, defiant, haughty... without doubt
exceeded probation apprenticed, I shout
out, his poor performance absolute zero
as presidential material about
effective electing trout
as huff fish hint leader of America
rather less so - hook, line and sinker
"FAKE" laurels he cannot hard dilly tout
running democracy regarding
United States of America aground,
while out dough faced mouth blowout
vitriolic vile, noxious, crude... invectives
his anger doth spout
frothily fuming, lividly
lashing, rabidly raging...
trademark MAGA flout
sulking with juvenile pout
vamoose with him
and ilk poisoning
Lady Liberty's body with gout
cantankerous malignant cancerous canker
breeding, bleeding, besotting devout
dereliction evincing hangdog look
barking, growling, snapping... snout
fondling, groping, harassing...,
analogous to pedophile scout
wily, vehemently, unseemly, sacrilegious
behaviour in apropos devout
floundering, grounding, hijacking...,
ship of state into sauerkraut
agent provocateur on warpath
doomsday clock inching closer
to armageddon drought
will prevail across Earth
global thermonuclear fallout.
Wordsmith's Veneration...
Aye willy nilly understate (trying 2)
tantalize, hypnotize, galvanize...
with "FAKE" trumpeting
spellbinding, rambling, quivering...
intoxicating, hallucinating, gyrating,
stop to take a breather...
English Language vocabulary, a
fascination, intoxication, provocation...
upon me ocular, neurological, mental...
faculties of this nattering nabob
from outer limits of twilight zone
i.e. literary krazy Jewish jabberwocky
issuing haphazard global toll till
fallout exacting deserved damn
cratering nascent (inchoate) career
digitally/electronically bi:
ne'er re: carpet bombing
away upon modus operandi, sans
sesquipedalian shrapnel strafes wrought
realization literary scaffolding
complex edifice thought
out in mind of yours truly,
not popularly sought
opportunity to experience
rush of excitement,
asper choice winner equals naught
inexorable effort to cobble innovative
linkedin words disappointment fraught
submissions witness polite declinations
attesting, lamenting, regarding poetic
expansive glommed language, unlikely
success tubby brought
adulation, commendation, enunciation...
fades into afterthought.
Ablest adept adroit aficionado
applauded aspiring authors accorded
absolute badge because
brevity brews brilliant burnished
bravado bubbling budding bulwark
captivatingly collates, communicates,
constitutes conveys avast literary
Grand Canyon chiseled, sans scribe's
Colorado devoid, asper driven desperado
contrariwise, through prevalent
persistent pinterest proclivity,
plus plethora pronounced propensity
resoundingly regaling readers
re: raffish ridiculous rumination
renders endeavor incommunicado
diligent doggedness ironically -
dampens dueling dynamic dud
dutifully dramatically diminishing
divine dream deemed darling
distinguished doodling I sip
prose poe hit tick drafter
equally or exceeding
prospects envisioning El Dorado,
thus this Neanderthal sites his lumbering
lugubrious trademark, an
immediate attribute sensing
missive heading directly
to Davy Jones locker
dead reckoning deep virtual
waters of cyber sea!