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March 9 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Samuel 19-21
Key Verse – 2Samuel 19:33 And the king said unto Barzillai, Come thou over with me, and I will feed thee with me in Jerusalem.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME
Thank You for feeding me beyond my physical maintenance
Always providing for my sustenance
Even though I lack riches’ finance---
Now, I’m satisfied by Your sufficiency, showing my serene countenance.
Thank You for feeding me beyond my material neediness
Always clothing my spirituality with Your graciousness
Even though I fail in my sinfulness---
Now, I’m blessed by Your forgiveness for my repentant humbleness.
Thank You for feeding me beyond my vain craving
Always filling my soul with Your bounty I’m receiving
Even though I murmur in my displeasing raving---
Now, I’m grateful for what You are perfectly giving.
Thank You for feeding me beyond my worldly achievement
Always directing my heart toward heavenly accomplishment
Even though I miss worshipping You along foolish entertainment---
Now, I’m revived to pursue holy attainment’s contentment.
Thank You for feeding me beyond my fleshly aim
Always correcting my desire of ephemeral fame
Even though I struggle to win over humanistic game---
Now, I’m determined that for Your glory I’ll magnify Your name.
Thank You for feeding me beyond my stubborn carnality
Always helping my will to follow Your authority
Even though I hide because of iniquity’s infirmity---
Now, I’m inspired to live for You with my best ability.
March 9, 2022
A mystery package has arrived for me,
un-labelled seeds, what could they be?
I’m told I’ll receive unrivaled riches,
If I sow them in very deep ditches
I get busy with my garden spade,
planting them in the partial shade
I water them, hoping they’ll grow,
soon long green shoots begin to show
They grow so tall they reach the sky,
and huge flower heads appear up high
The flower heads open and lo and behold,
I’ve stunning sunflowers of glowing gold
Their jaunty yellow is so vibrant and sunny,
the joy they give can’t be bought by money!
"Mystery Seeds" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
08/09/20
SELF-RESPECT
Self-respect,
Prince of my heart,
Crown of my character
Bastion of my dignity
Compass of my life,
Through
Many battles have we been
Against formidable
Opponents
Who has tested our resolve in
Words and deeds many
A time
Expecting to break us
Apart
By tempting me
With their promises:
Of riches
Of positions,
Of fame and
Of pleasures unending
But
Never have I, even considered,
You to betray
For how could I ever allow anyone, you,
From your throne to overthrow
And
Your Jewel’s brightness to dim,
Or your image to tarnish?
For
If I had given in to their
Demands
An empty shell, without
A soul,
Would I have, forever,
Remained!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 APRIL 2013
"And the Child grew and became strong in spirit, filled
with wisdom; and the grace of God was upon Him."
Luke 2:40, The Bible
Jesus could have been born into riches,
for he was a King- but he was born poor;
and his words would build forgiveness bridges,
with serenity to ever endure !
As a child he played and fell down crying,
like any child he would bleed from his cut;
and his mother would run- his name calling,
with kisses- and a treat of sweet chestnut !
I wonder how did Jesus know his goal ?
What made him go to the temples to speak ?
His mission to save humanities soul;
just his touch healed the blind, dying and weak !
OMG
SWEEPS
I Click 4 Riches
Living Large
Tall And In Charge
I would not barge
My way through
Winning 50k
In a free online
Sweepstakes today
That's way too cool
Nothing ever happens like that
To this old fool
There is no way
They are lying or denying
This is for real
And it's a really big deal
That just makes me want to squeal
If I checked it once
Then I checked It a dozen times
Oh my God
This one is all mine
Like they said in the email
You're the winner
Without fail
They are not asking
For a dime
Or feeding me some fancy line
I cant wait
Until they give me
What they say
Is all mine
I'm so happy
I hope they know
I'm coming undone
Because deep down inside
I know I have won
I have been trying all day
To except what good fortune
Has come my way
In such a big play
This has all been
So much fun
There is no way
I'm letting this one
Come undone
Oh Lord
I pray they did not
Just say it that way
Otherwise,
They would be
Just like
Those other guys
But to my surprise
Nothing about this sweepstakes
Is a lie
I don't want to ask why
I would rather
Wait with excitement
To open my eyes
To a big surprise
When
OMG SWEEPS
Gets a hold of me
With my 50k grand prize
They already notified me
With my two
Mail confirmations
Everything since then
Has been positive vibrations
Oh I can't wait to go on vacation
I have been at it for months
You know
All those promotional stunts
I think I'm hooked
I don't want to overlook
How few sweepstakes
This actually took
For the odds
To sway my way today
I'm sure I will not rest
Until the money Is safe in my nest
Now I can attest
And I'm not under duress
This is actually happening to me
Oh Lord
Let this turnout
For the best
I must confess
The whole thing
Has made my day
Simply the best
I hope this isn't a test
That would make me
Too depressed
I can't let
It get me stressed
I have got to try
My very best
Not to kiss it
All goodbye
And realize
What the good Lord
Has brought my way today
You Have To Play To Win
You Too Could Be Sporting
A Big Grin
After You Win
It's Not A Sin
It's A
OMG SWEEPS
Win
The meteor hurtled silently through the mute cosmos.
Till it fell and shattered over the granite rock of a planet.
Hunched men ran afar, afraid, adoring the goddess,
The woman, in late pregnancy, that lay supine on the altar.
Steadily, many moved towards the gaping hole.
All around metallic shards lay around.
Someone grabbed a pointed double-edged weapon.
It served well to dig and carve and increased its hole.
Many joined and even lit torches from the fire of the temple.
The men discussed what best to do, considering their limitations.
They decided on a three-tier structure, explicitly decorated.
But full of tricks in honor of the pregnant goddess.
Years passed and then centuries. Dust covered the rocks,
Modern times came and houses were built everywhere.
Till a man realized a large hole filled with water.
Slowly the hole became large and old bones appeared.
Archeologists arrived. Years passed until the soil was removed.
All was careful not to scrape the walls and a hole was emptied.
The lowest part had strange stairs, some straight, some uneven.
It was meant as a trap for thieves who went down for riches and food.
On one side was a burial place. And on the wall was depicted
A tree of immortality. No one knew what paint they used.
And opposite was the mystery of all. A mystery no one can solve.
Speak into the hole. Ask a question. From behind a curtain, you’ll get a reply.
Yet here’s the mystery of the hole. Any man could speak into a hole.
The sound would be well heard and full of strange echo.
But no woman could have its voice be heard in that dark adjacent room.
A riddle? A theory? An assumption? No solution for a female voice! Only male.
Placed 5
Old friend Democracy
There you are again
Finally
We thought you might have left us
Forever
Breathe
God Almighty
Breathe from your knee
And rise for every one
Like a black statue of liberty
Over the old ways of Confederacy
Put away
The power that rules
The gangland world.
Inhale the air and take our fear
Exhale a new century of equity
Release a revolution of new riches
Made of healing and advancing
All
A cosmic rainbow of color
Arcing
Over the wheat fields to the steel cities
A baby’s coo from her mother’s cradle
Born from where the sun begins
Wrists slipped from shackles
Voices loosed from nooses
Boots lifted from the backs of necks
Soot cleaned from Mother Earth
Democracy
Rise from your knee again
Breathe
Breathe
A familiar kind of destiny.
To be free. To be free. To be free.
???BEYOND THE BORDERS???
Not everyone in the UK is okay,
Beneath the skies, some have lost their way.
Not everyone that's running to the USA,
Find the gold they hope for every day.
And those who flee to shores afar,
Don’t always find their promised star.
In foreign lands, the trials extend,
And dreams tremble, hopes bend.
Some dreams are fragile, some hopes sway,
In lands afar, some still struggle and pray.
Ignore the whispers, let your heart not fray,
Riches can't mend what words betray.
Strength is silent, courage can’t delay,
Hold on to vision (God's plan) come what may.
The storms will come and the skies turn gray,
But hope is a dawn that lights up your way.
???VICK MANUEL POETRY???
{VMP}
Copyright ©? 27th September 2025.
Fragility of Wealth
by Odin Roark
He had known riches,
This man wandering desolate landscapes,
Once so generous of harvest.
But now…
He had seen it coming,
It was but a matter of which dawn,
Which sundown
Which star-filled night
Would be the last.
Acceptance was hard.
Most everything was gone,
Leaving behind a barrenness,
Likely past any will to start over.
Nature was tired.
And…
He too was wearing down.
So much.
So fast.
It was only yesterday
That he lingered there,
Peering inside the darkened diner,
A favorite he so often visited.
The lingering image of its pink and green neon,
Now but broken glass,
Its always bright surroundings
Just another dark remnant of what once was.
Only the ghost of his friendly waitress remained.
Enamored with her focus, he used to tell her
As he read her philosophical scribbles
Just below her “Thank You” part of the breakfast check,
“You’re an idealist in a funeral parlor.”
But he looked forward to the always provocative thought
To help another twenty-four hour stretch of fear,
The ever-present rich man’s curse.
“Happy people are the only people, the rest are only human.” Fullmer
“The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved.” Hugo
And then there was the quote that brought him to where he was today.
“Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste
That they hurry past it.” Kierkegaard
He’d lost track of the miles covered,
But glancing down, incongruity stared back at him.
Why here?
Why this place?
Why a star fish?
This once deep-water testimony to life,
Reduced to a still life intransigence of purpose,
Insisted the man consider his own evolution.
So…
Why had man been made to challenge
The many storms and waves Nature had in store?
Had civilization just plain f**ked up?
Yeah…
Well…
He too would soon be dead,
With only his dapper suit
And plastic boutonniere
To die with.
Perplexed, he gazed down at the once alive creature.
How does such beautiful simplicity
Retain so much of its treasure?
We live to die,
For no man knows what tomorrow holds,
And in the end, the last appointment we all must keep is death.
When the Angel of Death comes,
He does not ask for your title,
He does not bow to your riches,
He is not moved by your power, your fame, or your crown.
At the end, we all die.
Whether you are young with dreams still budding,
Or old with stories etched in wrinkles,
Whether you are mighty or broken, celebrated or forgotten,
We all die.
It is painful, yet undeniable — there is nothing we can do to escape it.
We were not born to remain here forever;
We were born to pass through.
This life is but a breath, a fleeting shadow,
We live it once, and only once.
So let that once be worthwhile.
Therefore, live knowing we are here for a short time,
Do not look down on others, do not trample the lowly,
For you do not know what tomorrow will make of any man.
The beggar today may be a king tomorrow, and the king today, dust.
We live to die so love deeply,
Forgive quickly, live truthfully,
And let your life echo beyond the grave.