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A few nights ago, a young man dined at my table who has already served our country for several years in the US Army. He is presently considering re-enlisting, feeling that is where he belongs. Daniel and thousands like him take no pleasure in war, but rather, in my view are a special breed of human beings. They are among those of whom Christ spoke in his sermon on the mount, "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God". Matthew 5: 9. Without patriots and warriors like them, I can only imagine chaos and mayhem the world over.
As of July 2018, for 45 years the USA will have been utilizing an all-volunteer military. Prior to 1973, some youngsters of my generation decided to run off to Canada rather than be drafted. They were known as draft-dodgers. May we leave it to history to determine whether or not their reasoning was justified at the time. Presently my heart is focused on those who have served, many of whom were tragically wounded, and others who as Mr. Lincoln would say, 'gave the last full measure of devotion'.
Therefore, may we give the utmost respect to those who submit to orders without question to go anywhere, anytime, and for any reason offered by their country. What willingness to volunteer, and if need be, offer up the ultimate sacrifice for one's country. What courage; what commitment; what dedication; what loyalty. Words sometimes pale in attempts to describe their service. These ladies and gentlemen are indeed lovers of people, makers of peace, and preservers of freedom.
Oh Daniel, child of God and son of my dear friends, I was honored to have you dine with my family a few nights ago. I marvel and am deeply moved by your desire to serve this great country. This Memorial Day, I pause to honor the wounded warriors and the fallen heroes. With gratitude, I reverently celebrate and salute you and other gallant soldiers of America.
Angry words have fear-mongering consequences,
said rhetorical behaviorist Hillary,
then Kamala, to Donald,
we would no more peacefully
and compassionately select a Donald Trump as President
than we would bipartisan co-invest to win Donald Duck for Empire Builder.
Words mean things,
said linguistic behaviorist Anat
to her fellow Economist Collective,
and the absence of kind words means something too.
We're not sure what
but I place my bet
on more discommunicating eco-political
ego-apartisanship.
FatherSun enlightenment led toward EarthMother liquidity.
We know this from our indigenous history
of Yang/Yin Win/Win
environmental science books
but this is difficult to see
how exactly this could be
without sufficient silence to recall
what dipolar co-arising energies lie in wait
within this shared bilateral brilliance.
Fire and water,
progenitors of stardust
eco-empowering,
sacred ecologizing
fertile organic planets
birthing health moisturized wealthy regenerations.
To paraphrase bodhisattva Joanna Macy,
Co-invested communing economics
is not more wishful monopolistic thinking
(or messianic ideation).
Active political gathering verbs
enlightening sacred habitats
do not wait for renowned
divisive
drowned-out
dis-organic trauma issues
to be reverently resurrected
and religiously re-membered
by monoculturing Donald Ducks
or by some Anti-Other quacking
self-serving colonization
of patriarchal monotheistic
discommunicating misbehavior.
Active Hope wakes up in love-life's ecological
EarthMother baptismal beauty
wonder
fertile light and flowing power sabbath
on who's silently communing behalf
we can act in sacred light
for animated
organic
polyamorous co-empowerment.
To the responsible Hillaries, and Kamalas:
Follow positively cooperative light,
not so much darkly threatening
reactively monolithic
swampy miscommunication.
To the authoritarian Donalds:
Follow your competitively brilliant
SunFather responsive truth
with EarthMother beauty
loves polyculturing liquidity,
not so much your prized
monopolistic
and monotheistic
anthro-patriarchal
discommunicating fear and anger
military-industrialized pathologies.
Executive- My powers are absolute,
thus I am totalitarian.
The legislature and judiciary
are each subservient to my whims.
I pass my bills with attendant
compliance, and interpret my own
terms as the law.
I shut the doors of compassion,
I am very deeply elusive.
I give no room at all to dissent.
I get bloated with the treasures of the nation.
In a leap year's tenure I bulldoze
my way back to my incumbent status.
And when four multiplies two, I impose
a minion to cover my ills.
Legislature- To obnoxious decrees I give my consent.
I inflate yearly forecasts to become opulent.
I am gratified for the cabinet servants' affirmation.
I always my selfish treaties ratify.
I am undoubtedly slavish to executive excesses.
I seek the redress of constituents' grievances
to enlarge my pocket's size.
And above all else, I am largely rubber stamp.
Judiciary- My evasive justice is yours' to reap
if you are a top notch,
whilst I withdraw the distributive
and restorative from insolvents.
I base my interpretations on business
interests,
and make laws for the interests of
a cabal.
Equity and rights are only in my
constitution stated.
But in reality they are no more
than abstract twins.
The sacred laws of our national prospectus
I serve as a weak custodian of,
and weaker still in the face of political
heavyweights.
But with all the lofty responsibilities
I am reverently saddled with,
I can do nothing more than
empower bigwigs because I am weak,
and they are powerful.
O Lord my God full of mercy and truth
I humbly come to you to seek your face
pleading your forgiveness and redemption
in emptiness I come to your amazing grace
Teach me Lord to be on my knees
reverently in godly fear speaking prayer
learning to listen to your still small voice
hearing you clearly is like clear morn air
Give me a mind for real study
make your word implanted in my heart
help me meditate upon it real deep
so your holy writ pierce me like a dart
Provide me with all spiritual weapons
to fight off the devils deadly attack
help me to stand strong against him
clothed in Christ’s righteousness no lack
Make me faithful to the end
holding forth your word divine
no matter what hold me close
Having that assurance you’re mine
O Lord fill me up with yourself
make me true to you as my friend
give me your holy approval in Christ
to walk in your steps I ask, Amen!
(Study to show yourself approved to God’) 2Timothy 2: 15)
As Creativity and Beauty Flee
With every sense alerted — keen,
We’ll take turns to champion
The Watch…
To discover where Creativity and Beauty
Flee — when necessary —
For shelter from poor intentions or injury,
To be shielded and camouflaged — hidden.
We’ll discern clues to follow their flights —
Like hints seen in patterns of wing-prints
left across the sky…
By looking closely —
Listening…We’ll scan
Seas and mountainsides — where
owls hoot, scaring frogs to dive
away from danger into rippling waters…
As we wait to catch sight of the places
Where Creativity and Beauty disappear,
We languish, needing their inspiration near.
We filled the winds calling out chapters
of book of Genesis verses,
But nothing stirring returned.
We tired in our waiting as
All of life came to feel inert,
Except for Time, which kept melting
Empty hours into lost days.
Blessedly, we did catch onto Dreams again
While nodding off often
During our watching…And with them, visions
Rose anew with eager energy and passion
To write, teach, compose, paint, parent,
And reverently love
What we have and know
That neither evades nor flees ~
While Creativity and Beauty still tower
Where they always have been:
Awaiting us within
The hush and hold of Divine Grace…
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art & poetry (c) sally young eslinger 10/23-29/2023
Thanks be to God—
"I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways" - Rumi
You were there and I was there
no one else to interrupt our silence
Closing my mouth, I inhaled deeply
the scent of your cologne
Intoxication - a sublime surrender of the sense
as I let my fingers trace the path my eyes had blazed
across your face
and you reciprocated, mirroring my touch
as your lips and fingers lighted
reverently on my cheeks, my eyes, my mouth
The thrill of new love
hung deliciously
in beauty’s hush around us
A hundred ways I must have touched your face
as a hundred kisses you were placing
up and down my neck
above and beneath my ear lobes
Silent shivers of anticipation made way at last
for the softness of your sweet mouth
on mine
Young love, so wondrous, so fresh -
you echo - silent still
in the caverns
of my fondest recollections
A day, so many years ago, we traveled up to see the stars
from high upon a rising spire,
not knowing then, what we know now
We stood in voiceless, transfixed gaze, where once two towers pierced the sky
But now the fog of stinging tears grips the throat and swallows years
How fragile life will bend and curve,
and take away in one brief day, the voice of reason, never heard
Now back again, and through the haze, we read the names, now carved like graves
Where water streams three thousand tears, and years can't wash away the pain
Where bitter comes the taste of rain
Yet, reverently, the voice is clear
of hope and pride, where life begins
Raw photographs have not been blurred, in spite of where my heart was plunged,
into the darkest dungeon known
And still the blackest smoke has turned
into amazement, where I've grown
to treasure good before it's gone...
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For Contest Sponsored By FJ Thomas "My Spirit"
There's a force of strength deep inside of me
that is nourished by the truths I believe.
It centers on my faith in God, and I decree
that when I am burdened, to Him I cleave.
His Word dwells within my heart, reverently.
As my loving Father, I acknowledge my belief
that the friend I worship is the one true God.
In times of sorrow, weeping, and in grief,
He comforts me and His tender mercy, I laud,
when I feel fragile like a windblown leaf.
I firmly believe He'll forgive my misdeeds,
if I kindly pardon my trespassers in return.
He reads my heart and is aware of my needs.
I hold fast to scripture, His love I'll never spurn.
I'll be the wheat in a field, grown among weeds.
I believe God, the Holy Spirit, and Jesus, the Son
are three different entities, not one in the same.
Jesus died for mankind's sins to save everyone,
and for His sacrifice of death, I praise His name.
Who but Father and Son could save us? No one.
I trust in His Kingdom where I'll not aggrieve
over sickness or death, for they will not exist.
My loved ones will be resurrected, this I perceive
as the chance to live forever, who could resist?
In all these things and more, I truly do believe.
I see the foretelling of prophecies coming true
for our world suffers from wars, a deadly plight,
famine, pestilence and natural disasters, too.
Jesus said, "Follow me, for I am the Light..."*
In times of anguish my faith will get me through.
December 10, 2022
What I Believe Contest
Sponsored by Angela Tune
*John 8:12
Even if I am oceans away, you and I are never apart,
Whether near or afar, you are always in my heart
Trekking through terrains of life, valiantly by my side,
Traversing miles and miles, preening smiles of pride;
Upon dreary barren lands or pristine-blue sea shore,
Reveling dreams endearing or defeating woes of yore
That seasons of yesteryears reverently fetch to fore,
Turning pages of albums, memories-kindled implore;
Lauding missives of love our indulgent youth chose,
Humming fervid melody, rhythms dulcet compose,
Invoking verses mellifluous, sensuous souls extol,
Serenading love treasured; passions of hearts cajole.
Transport me back, dear, to revered times we long,
Recite words of romance choreographing our song
Reclaiming the fervor, vowing, together we belong,
Warbling hymns of allegiance, reverberating lifelong;
And hold me there, love, as rhythms euphonic impart
Promise of passion eternal: you are always in my heart,
Relishing lifetime together, whether of joy or sorrow,
Whether of springs bygone or the autumns of morrow.
July 26, 2022
Placed 2nd: One In Five 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Phrase: # 3 Sentimental Song
Gangly longfellow thoreau and thru...
Well stocked with
wordsworth lx numbered yesteryear
born as predicted by
bubba's zayda longtime seer.
While in utero premier
ultrasound detected
smudged embryonic fetus
whoosh auditory proto language unclear
surprisingly enough sounded analogous
to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer
vaguely resembling, yes
William Shakespeare
though burbling, gurgling,
requiring absolute zero noise to hear
kickstarting, reverently warbling
difficult, diligent, distinct yawping
nonetheless reckoned as dérailleur,
viz swiftly tailored
inchoate anatomical gear
hurriedly styled pièce de résistance
yours truly born with silver dictionary
in his mouth, I f¨ç°ˆ˜© swear
unusual biological phenomena
drew pediatricians far and near,
which (no surprise) determined
English major as academic career
matriculating upon immediately
exiting birth canal whip smart derriere
i.e. (ŧ§), spread like wildfire, where
media hounds blitzkrieg stunned to stare
not at me but bare
naked lady in no mood...ready to tear
away sophisticated audiovisual equipment
understandably on verge going nuclear
furious, (this told me later in life as here
say), she quickly (albeit groggy)
curtly demanded fair
remuneration, and milked
infant me as cash cow profiteer,
her eyes aglitter signaling,
shining, seeing... gold
let whoever sneer
earning money with initial gasp of air
freeing parents to live
within lap of luxury
world wide web sightseer,
yours truly received
royal carpet treatment everywhere
crisscrossing the globe
accoutered with most
expensive designer babywear
obliviously prattling, jabbering, gabbling...
invariably drawing throngs
across entire northern hemisphere
broadcast as podcast across atmosphere
all across the universe hoodwinking
convincing many of "FAKE" poetic story
concoction courtesy adept fictioneer.