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May 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Nehemiah 4-7
Key Verse – Nehemiah 4:9 Nevertheless we made our prayer unto our God, and set a watch against them day and night, because of them.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ANSWERS OUR PRAYERS
MADE UNTO HIM
Praise be to God for answering our prayers made unto Him for our:
Cause clinging to His covenant
Call cleaving to His commandments
Concerns carved with our commitment
Clamor correcting us against carnal cravings
Cry for His consoling comfort and commendation
Nehemiah 5:9 Praise be to the Lord for His admonition that
we walk in the fear of God midst:
Evil restraints
Exerted restrictions
Enemies’ reproaches
Efforts resulting in reprimand
Exhortations reminding repentance
Nehemiah 6:14 Praise be to the Saviour for thinking about us:
Reviving our spirituality
Replenishing our sustenance
Refining our stewardship service
Rejoicing our serene salvation-status
Responding to our supplication with His strength
Nehemiah 7:5 Praise be to the Almighty for putting His will
in our hearts for our:
Victorious faith
Vitalized fueled firmness
Valiant favourable fervency
Vigor to fight foes by His flame
Virtuous values toward faithfulness-flow. Amen!
May 24, 2024
In this so-called modern world today
There's lots of cause for apprehension,
And all the crazy stuff that's going on,
Like the hubbub up in Washington,
Where no one's getting nothing done,
Is only adding to the tension.
It's not that I don't care about
The cost of healthcare, global warming,
And homelessness, and poverty,
And gender inequality,
But sheer governmental lunacy
Is what, to me, is most alarming.
I express my views as best I can,
Never preen, or preach, or yammer,
Keep disdain in check, reproaches small,
And strive through verse to rise above it all,
But now and then when gentler words begin to gall,
I'm rather glad poetic license lets me call
Upon the recourse of bad grammar.
Twenty cigarette ashes in the ivory ashtray
Symbol of the impatience burned as smoke
The inamorata sits in the pink chaise lounge
Waiting for inamorato arriving to love nest
Photos found under the bed tied off an arguing
Another affair developed without her knowledge
Feeling betrayed, although fidelity was not an asset
Stripped photos and dispersed pieces over the bed
Inamorato opened the bedroom door and screamed
Hidden dalliance loomed as as a storm in the future
Reproaches ended with the rupture of unlawful love
Leaving forever the tormentous and sinful romance
(Fictional)
CITADEL AND CONSTELLATIONS
The green leaves in rugged moans;
The tall bushes in rumbling groans;
The roofs train creaks-- their fugue
blow cobwebs hugging branches below,
such are precursors inviting darkness lair
for stormy clouds before crowd the days.
Yellow horizon seem unreachable honey
as in my life's ocean, balloon billows I bear.
I-- surged in every swell to skirt yet still
lashing waves dashed pushing me sometimes to despair.
Again, cataclysm walk unheralded casting loose
my arms lift upon the glimmer of silver lining from afar
somber shadows enshrouded me in a mist of struggles.
Ounce of strength I have, I try to juggle and juggle
yet, curses fell from hearts and lips parched of love.
All these came, one and all --
the flowing light has flickered flash and gone
but beyond all these you stood -- my sentinel...
You hushed the bad constellations hanging 'round my world
like a lighthouse guiding a lost ship to his home.
Yes! You are my beacon, a promontory amidst
cyclic onslaught brambles and chameleons,
a rock to cling in the wind's creeping fury,
Staunch and firm, my ñhero fighting the torrential
cascade of tirades and reproaches: MY CITADEL. . .
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06:37 pm, February 24, 2015
May 15 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 69-72
Key Verse – Psalm 70:5 But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God: thou art my help and my deliverer; O LORD, make no tarrying.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING READY TO HELP ME
Thank You for being ready to help me against sinking in sins’ deep mire
For never letting my soul to suffer in hell’s fire
Because You love me with Your compassion that does not tire
Despite my lack of holiness that You require and desire.
Thank You for being ready to help me against thriving submission-reluctance
For never hurting my heart that’s earnest to show repentance
Because You care for me midst fellowship’s intimacy, not from a distance
Despite my frustration over absence of faith’s substance.
Thank You for being ready to help me against wearying foolishness
For never turning my seeking toward Your wisdom’s purposiveness
Because You teach me by Your scriptural instruction-effectiveness
Despite my unbelief’s stubbornness midst ignorance-perilousness.
Thank You for being ready to help me against overflowing hardship
For never undermining my prayer in my service-stewardship
Because You uphold me in Your offered labor-partnership
Despite my inconsistency in surrendering to Your workmanship.
Thank You for being ready to help me against confounding reproaches
For never insulting my sincerity with condemning searches
Because You regard me and my frailty-crutches
Despite my pride of vain hunches along blinking selfishness-torches.
Thank You for being ready to help me against attacking adversaries
For never pushing my choices into destruction-set territories
Because You guard me by Your protective miracles’ mysteries
Despite my doubts’ vexations and needfulness’ worries.
May 15, 2022
September 20 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Hosea 11-14
Key Verse – Hosea 11:9 I will not execute the fierceness of mine anger, I will not return to destroy Ephraim: for I am God, and not man; the Holy One in the midst of thee: and I will not enter into the city.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR BEING IN OUR MIDST
Praise be to God for being in our midst:
Teaching us His testimonies we should trust
Testing us midst terrible turbulent times
Taking us toward triumphant tasks
Training us through tough trials
Telling us His tenacious truths
Hosea 12:6 Praise be to the Lord
for enabling us to turn unto Him:
Rejoicing along His redemption’s regard
Repenting from rebelliousness’ reign
Resting from reproaches’ retorts
Refreshed in His restoration
Rejuvenated by His revival
Hosea 13:4 Praise be to the Saviour for
asserting that He is our Lord Who:
Calls us by His compassion for consecration
Cleanses us with His chastity toward courage
Cares for us along His comfort and cheerfulness
Commands us with His cause for our commitment
Counsels us to charge and convict us against complacency
Hosea 14:9 Praise be to the Almighty
for leading us to His right ways from:
Destruction’s direction by His declaration
Denial’s despondency along His definite defense
Despair’s distress thru His daring dedicated devotion
Defiant disobedience toward delightful discipleship drive
Discouragement’s damage through His determined deliverance
Devil’s darkness and deceitful detours upon His decisive domination. Amen!
September 20, 2024
In the depths of thought, where memories blend with dreams,
I walk a path of shadows and lights, where experiences weave in silence,
A voice whispers of the trap of generalization, a labyrinth of illusions,
Where each personal story is a distinct universe, a solitary galaxy.
That woman, with eagle-like steps, turned her love into guidance,
Seeking truths in messages and shadowed street corners of uncertainty,
But each of her gestures, a metaphor of fear, built walls between hearts,
The advice given to a friend became an echo that shattered the silence of love.
A coffee thrown in the tumult of a business meeting, a symbol of mistrust,
Turned into a storm of tears and reproaches,
Bitter words and rash gestures, a play without a script,
In which unseen details rewrote the ending, a divorce that closed chapters.
Understanding, an unfathomable labyrinth, where each detail is a key,
And ignorance, a monster that distorts reality,
In the flow of consciousness, I wonder how it would have been if we had looked gently,
If we had allowed mystery to tell its silent story.
In a world of mirrors and reflections, where nothing is identical,
Experiences melt away, like snowflakes, unique and unrepeatable,
And perhaps the lesson is to look with open eyes, to listen with the heart,
Not to dramatize absurdly, but to embrace uncertainty as an old friend.
August 4 Scripture Meditations Based on Jeremiah 39-45
Key Verse – Jeremiah 39:18 For I will surely deliver thee, and thou shalt not fall by the sword, but thy life shall be for a prey unto thee: because thou hast put thy trust in me, saith the LORD.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DELIVERING ME
Thank You for delivering me from hell
Now, I’m bound to Your kingdom, eternally well…
Help me then Your Gospel tell
With salvation’s message of assurance-bell.
Thank You for delivering me from fright
Now, I’m secured by Your presence, intimately near with delight…
Help me then Your light to bear upon faith’s height
With truth salvation’s radiance so bright.
Thank You for delivering me from soul’s poverty
Now, I’m enriched with Your provisions, constantly plenty…
Help me then Your blessings share against threats of scarcity
With heart’s joy and glad sincerity.
Thank You for delivering me from selfishness
Now, I’m transformed by Your kingdom, gradually unto selflessness…
Help me then Your work support along earnest willingness
With surrender’s response along obedient submissiveness.
Thank You for delivering me from evil
Now, I’m guarded around Your holiness, morally civil…
Help me then Your goodness testify despite reproaches of the Devil
With triumph’s strength upon divine anvil.
Thank You for delivering me from sin-torture
Now, I’m pardoned along Your forgiveness, spiritually kept in Your nurture…
Help me then Your peace show against hypocrisy of human nature
With kindness’ commitment toward compassion-venture.
Thank You for delivering me from guilt
Now, I’m cleansed by Your righteousness, graciously built…
Help me then Your promises trust since they cannot wilt
With conviction’s might, anchored by Your force that will never tilt.
August 4, 2022
The ribbon is cut
The die is cast
The cement is dry
Yet nothing lasts
The brazen rewarded
The hero a fool
All reason outdated
New fury the tool
A journey presented
Your ship to go far
With doldrums eclipsed
By the light of new stars
The lands will seem foreign
The people most strange
But they’ll smile as you pass
And call you by name
You run and you run
And you run from it all
With no map to guide you
The albatross calls
And then sweet intention
Returns from respite
Rephrasing the unmentioned
Where maybe you might
In fear of the tonic
All healing disdained
Right, left-side disjointed
The cork from the drain
The covers pull back
Your bones are now bare
The tiller is slack
And there’s nobody there
So you take to the helm
Hands firmly in place
And you care not a whit
If it’s all empty space
As a raven is perched
On the yardarm so high
A land bird that lurches
Cawing all truth a lie
And you wonder then maybe
Have you wandered too far
As you ladle the future
From a long empty jar
The wind starts to move
A gift from the moon
What’s whole has been halved
And the sun almost noon
The rigging is creaking
The mast ever tall
The wind has died down
With no new ports of call
The feeling still burns
In the fire within
To find that one thing
That unfound—to you sings
The ocean is flat
The seas become calm
The seasons repeat
From reflection embalmed
The night sky is clearest
The darkest the days
The winds have escaped you
Adrift you now stay
But then just a wisp
Of a breeze on your cheek
Portends of a magic
And the vision you seek
It strengthens and gushes
Throughout all the night
As the red sky last evening
Had hinted it might
As the headsails go up
The big linen comes down
And you climb up the mast
Stepping over a frown
The creak of the lapstrake
Splashes over the bow
The present’s in sight
Incarnate right now
You look down on a lifetime
In this moment of joy
As the smell of the brine
Covers anything coy
And an Island approaches
From the mist up ahead
As the stillness reproaches
And retreats to its bed
The wonder returns
All speculation begins
Of the magic you’ll find
In this newness again
At the top of a mountain
Strange trees then appear
In a shape that’s uncertain
Neither familiar nor clear
(continued in part two)
Flash floods forecast hurrying steps and wheels ahead of foreboding clouds pregnant as eyelids welling with tears of baptismal rain to cleanse earth's skirt of its mire of blood and dust of blinding confusion with thunder of reproaches and flash of lightning clarity. I had been standing, switching gaze from red eye turning yellow to the traffic slowly rolling in one lane, in the next
a car came speeding forward unaware of the pedestrian, head down, hurrying into its path. In an instant making eternity: Rainbow splendor!
slow car swerving right
blocks car missing collision
saving the man's life