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April 9 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 16-18
Key Verse – 2Samuel 16:12 It may be that the LORD will look on mine affliction, and that the LORD will requite me good for his cursing this day.
FAITH IN GOD WHO LOOKS ON OUR AFFLICTION
God looks on our affliction by His graciousness
While He takes away our pride and haughtiness
As well as our grievous selfishness
By faith’s increasing submissiveness.
God looks on our affliction by His authority
While He checks our motive and priority
As well as our earnest sincerity
By faith’s magnifying truth-certainty.
God looks on our affliction by His light
While He conquers our cowardice and fright
As well as our failures’ blight
By faith’s cheering might to do what’s right.
God looks on our affliction by His ready aid
While He subdues our distress and pain of being dismayed
As well as our frustration to answers that are delayed
By faith’s growing trust to His love that does not fade.
God looks on our affliction by His counsel through His Word
While He smites our doubt and confusion-discord
As well as our unbelief due to fake news’ record
By faith’s clinging to the Spirit’s sword.
God looks on our affliction by His wisdom
While He corrects our vanity and boredom
As well as our slothfulness to work for His kingdom
By faith’s driving spirituality along divine freedom.
God looks on our affliction by His love constantly
While He teaches our heart and mind with His precepts daily
As well as our character for servanthood willingly
By faith’s cheering disposition victoriously.
April 9, 2025
love is so hard to requite
when sin has killed desire
where there was once a desprite need
now the smoke of an extinguished fire
the empire where there was a throne
that sparkled with streets of gold
crumbled into disrepair
a slum of dry rot, mildew and mold
love was an idol truely a god to behold
a million promises to ones self
over and over told
dilusions of grandure
and hopes that lured the way
a blindness created
that explained iniquities away
an unselfish giving as love would endure
a life style of living
with a dream soundly secured
writen in stone this thing so pure
proteceted by my love so sure
until that day... until that day
yet i have never stoped loving you
with all my power
i cannot pause my affection
for one single hour
mine is to suffer endlessly
and to never forget your name
from this day forward
I'll always feel the same
i'll always take you back
no matter what you do
it's a given fact
that i'll always love you
no matter what you are to me
you'll always have my heart
no matter what you do to me
you'll always own a part
so with this wounded heart
i still give my life to you
with a foolish heart
i swear my love to you
Last Chance
In between the shadows
of forgotten yesterdays
Light’s glimmer calling out to me
on bended knee I pray
— Two angels appear before me —
their arms are open wide
A glimpse of all eternity
— alive within their eyes —
Last chance to heed the Caller
last memory to ordain
Last chance to heed the Caller
— my destiny proclaimed
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Your Servant
If I was granted one star
from the heavens
To illumine the very blackest
of days
In debt to the universe
but free of the dark
A servant I’d kneel
— celestial to pray
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Lettered In Sound
Creating new music
inside of each word
Harmonic inscription
— to read and be heard
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What Imagery Proffers
The deception of reality
lost in plain sight
What the eye often swears to
a mirage will requite
Sentience teases
with each sound and each smell
What imagery proffers
— and vision compels
(The New Room: May, 2026)
Life as a maypole, is an interesting theme
where schemes we might plan can get tangled with dreams
The things I had dreamed of, to better my life,
would often get tangled, with wrong versus right
Some streams of the ribbons, were shadowed with doubt
The world was an ocean, where waves swept me out
Like a sea washing up, at the base of a cliff
I could feel all the breezes, and the winds of "what if"...
Some places I longed for, were mere glimpses of light
Some I still hope for, and pray for at night
Some I could reach, and some I would fight
Then, struggle to swim, against tides of requite
Some ribbons cascade with the hopes I beget
Some hanging limp with the mist of regret
Yet...my life has been woven with green grass and flowers
Where the sun kept me warm, to spend happy hours
Life as a maypole, is an interesting theme
My life as a maypole, is an unending game
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1/3/15
For Contest "Life is Like A Maypole" sponsored by Seren Roberts
Unnumbered army etheric;
Dost thou oppose his rule?
Prefer then the nerves a-prick!
Utmost, adverse, school!
Dubious battle on those plains?
Heaven, must ye fall?
Throne afire? Wait for the rains!
Field, get rid of all!
All is lost? Nowhere I've seen.
Unconquerable will.
Only in a dream, machine!
Immortals, pay bill.
Vengeance study? Thus requite.
Courage, doth submit?
Hatred, sing in me and fight!
Enemies to quit.
Nine full days and nights ahead?
Tartarean gloom.
Tonight we dine with the dead.
Red lighthouse a-tomb.
Abashed, devil? But you stood!
Awful, history? Good!
Naga tomb, thy neighborhood.
Nether regions, brood.
March 8 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Samuel 16-18
Key Verse – 2Samuel 16:12 It may be that the LORD will look on mine affliction, and that the LORD will requite me good for his cursing this day.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LOOKING ON MY AFFLICTION
Thank You for looking on my affliction-difficulty
With Your eyes of love, assuring security
Really caring for me midst sin-infirmity
Hence, forgiving me in my repentant sincerity.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-hardship
With Your discernment of prayer fellowship
Really inviting me toward joyful worship
Hence, guiding me to seek Your fatherly leadership.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-pain
With Your vision of heavenly gain
Really insuring me eternal treasures against wealth so vain
Hence, strengthening me to work for soul-business which is the very main.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-distress
With Your focus of inspiration as encouraging divine stress
Really upholding me despite frustrations that oppress
Hence, moving me to continue while my self-pity You suppress.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-travail
With Your enlightenment of truth’s detail
Really illumining me so that Your wisdom I can avail
Hence, guiding me in my ministry-journey’s sail.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-sadness
With Your presence of watchfulness midst blest blissfulness
Really enveloping me with Your triumphant peacefulness
Hence, reviving me along Your mercy and grace-goodness.
March 8, 2022
Blasted by these days and hours?
Know thee not alone!
Cursed dog, how ye devours!
Build thy throne of bone!
Dark fire, whistle through each vein!
I am God and Death!
Coming wrath, art thou insane?
Dragon, fire thy breath!
Vampire, hide thy coffin well.
Witch, thy favorite spell.
O for Heaven without Hell!
Hear me, wedding bell!
Thought-spark, sing in me! Bright bold!
I must find more gold!
What to have and when to hold?
How it's getting cold...
Rabid is the ravine? When?
Does it need to be?
Sacred vision, then again!
Prophet, poet. Mead!
Doom and Death, thy coworker.
How I must requite!
Cast, enchantment! Slick and sure!
Erebus means Night!
Volcano above me?
Well, Capacocha's dark.
Say a word for fancy-free!
Covenant, Boy, and Ark!
When last they kissed, and passion's lease
bloomed brief and sweet, Sir Shakespeare's quill
would set in motion a deathly chill.
For Juliet, he could not appease
to win her smile and would not release
a tranquil tale...but did reveal
this tragic poem, where lovers fell
and would break our hearts with spellbound grief.
Behold, your eyes will weep for her,
and empty arms will flail, for him
Young lovers swept away, in love
Misguided youth that we hold dear
and through the years we pray for them,
as songs are sung by mourning doves
...
Their love, was a fever, sorely sought
Of passion's quest, she would requite
to bridge the wage of family strife
But, delusion, rides deceitful plots
To think him dead, she had no doubt
Despaired, beyond her wildest thought
Disquiet of the heart cried out
And death, would dim the stars that night
Their song still lives, as stories will
Upon two graves, we linger here
Such love divine, is ours to keep
A sonnet binds them, ever still...
A love that cannot be compared
While swollen hearts, with anguish, weep
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2/11/14
there is only one woman
in the whole wide world
one thing that matters
this certian girl
and she fills my mind
both days and nights
her loveliness is my delight
a loveliness i can not requite
so quiet lies my tongue
that would confess so much
about desire for a simple touch
heartless to tell anyone
about this crush
especially her, i love her that much
better to live with a dream
than deal with rejection
secrets are kept for my protection
painfull are the places
we learn this lesson
spending the most of our lives
hiddng from rejection
a man begins to wonder
what is this thing that has me bound
why is her name a wonderful sound
why am i the only one that
watches her the way that i do
i thought i had the answer
but i do not have a clue
hopeing that she'd notice that i never
denighed her any request
and that she would stay longer
and that was my only test
start a conversation
maybe start a kind of relation.
why do i see her imperfection
as the most beautiful thing i have searched
and count it as the only worth
that held me bound to the earth
that kept me sound to sanity
and insanity where my minds
looks for moments that we share
looking for opportunity to dare
and hope that you have a snare
to entangle me somewhere
where my imagination
has went wild.
I saw a movie today
it was old and black and white
Looking for a memory that
never left my sight
An old woman quite insane
but less than fear and fright
A subject in a story called Classic
from another time and life
I wondered of her role being
of what would I requite
I'd seen the same story
told in modern lights
Her name Miss Habersham
and quite the character was she
No sooner than seeing her demise
was the ideal of what she'd be
Money distinguishes many things
even back then you see
Upper class and lower class
and understanding your degree
The Atlantic is an ocean
they say is a great divide
Customs, accents and boarders
divide in comprimise
But every story has a theme
including yours and mine
We each must find that thing
we love to satisfy
I'd never read the story
it never was assigned
But heard it's authors named
more than thousands of times
his story issues warnings
with artful poetry inside
A satisfied imagination
the ending would surely hide
The love intrest dramatises
with conflict and revelations
always the stumbling block
and unforgiving complications
Her name would be Estella
a tool of "Sick Fancy"
Miss Habershams clever device
for making men unhappy
But give away the ending
"Thou Shalt Not" comes to mind
I now know Miss Habersham
what she was and why