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October 31 Scripture Meditations Based on Romans 13-16
Key Verses– Romans 15:13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR FILLING ME WITH ALL JOY
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and hope
While helping me against transgression with guilty dope
Midst crises of hardship scope
For my faith to be strong thru Your truth’s tying rope.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and peace
While healing me against sin-disease
Midst iniquities of miserable increase
For my soul to be calm thru Your gentleness’ soothing ease.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and contentment
While satisfying me against lack-predicament
Midst sorrows of suffering-sentiment
For my heart to be blissful thru Your gladness’ cheering encouragement.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and spirituality
While purging me against indecency and immorality
Midst coldness of apathy of grievous insensitivity
For my personality to be beautiful thru Your character’s perfecting authority.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and prudence
While teaching me against humanism-prominence
Midst pride of secularism prevalence
For my mind to be wise thru Your Word’s enlightening providence.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and goodness
While meeting me against rudeness and bitterness
Midst quarrels of slothfulness-barrenness
For my service to be fruitful thru Your work’s rewarding graciousness.
Thank You for Your filling me with all joy and might
While empowering me against weariness-blight
Midst worship of victory-light
For my prayer to be fervent thru Your relationship’s strengthening delight.
October 31, 2022
Litany
“Please.” “Thank you.” and “Excuse me.” in exile
Replaced by “Give me.” “I’m entitled.” blindness
And, “Just get out of my way.” No style
Rudeness leaves scars. No price tag on kindness.
“I’m sorry.” Never loses honor – face –
A smile won’t overdraw your bank account.
Courtesy costs you nothing – priceless grace
Turn that simmering road rage upside down
Ridicule makes you look just like the fool
Blue words spewed like dirt garner no respect
Put that finger in a pocket – be cool -
Avalanche of mercy in retrospect.
These words my tantrum for today
Try to follow as I stumble on my way.
6-23-21
Contest: Contemporary Sonnet
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
When I first spoke to you, you were quiet and answered first with a smile that was calm.
How come beauty comes in a simple act of random kindness?
It felt like my lips were being kissed by nature’s balm.
Is this the ARK mentioned in responses to life’s rudeness?
I saw that you were similar to me when it came to sight and dedication.
Your strength was welcoming even to your small frame.
You were one of the first women I saw who did not need medication.
A strength that made me realize you could have to a man the ultimate fame.
With each word I spoke you smiled, and it shined upon my heart.
Your smile shined upon my mind.
Who knew that we would find each other at a Mart.
You are the ultimate treasure that I needed to find.
As I see you when I am not there my heart beats!
When I see you as I am there my heart tweets!
ACTS OF KINDNESS
In diamonds, we look for the three C's
cut, carat and clarity, we consider
In kindness, we avoid the three C's
criticism, comparison and complaint, we defer
What the world currently needs
is its peoples good deeds.
Look around and you see madness;
in forms of selfishness, shamelessness,
boastfullness, rudeness and meanness.
Greed, self-satisfaction and self-gratification abound;
however, we can also see goodness is still around.
We can all contribute to mankind
by giving and being so kind.
Although, we have an idea that giving is always financial
and costly to be beneficial.
Giving kindness is natural and simple,
as it comes from our heart; it's that simple.
Remember the three C's to avoid, as you do the acts of kindness
for avoiding them will open your heart and your senses.
Hold back to criticize and begin to empathize
for you are not perfect and no one is perfect.
In totality, we are all imperfect.
Stop comparing and start accepting,
for no two people are the same and alike.
Even identical twins are not a hundred percent the same or alike.
Accept what you cannot change,
for you cannot change a person unless that person would change.
Refrain from complaining and begin listening.
Open your heart and try understanding,
what works for you, may not work for someone else
or you have not gone through, what someone has gone through.
Smile and compliment, as these are good
gestures that would make someone feel good.
Give what you do not need,
that others can use or may need.
Reach out and touch someone,
a phone call or a note can lift up someone.
Think of other possibilities you can contribute to mankind.
Let your imagination roam to be more kind.
THIS THANKSGIVING IS HARD ON EVERYBODY WITH THE SOARING PANDEMIC. WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS NOW IS KINDNESS. OPEN YOUR HEART AND REACH OUT. HAPPY THANKSGIVING.
I AM SHARING THIS POEM, ONE OF THE POEMS IN MY PUBLISHED BOOK.
Marilene Evans
It greets me twice a day, morning and afternoon
Not pleasantly like a song from the musical, Brigadoon
No, not this structure that awaits me like a vigilant spy,
reminding me of the play's song, "There But For You Go I."
Each morning it slows me down as I make my way to work
I've come to regard it as a petulant nuisance and a jerk
I crawl along at a tedious pace, often hitting the brakes,
Red lights flashing as long lines form like slithering snakes
Its tempo in the afternoon moves slower than a larghetto
Never music to my ears when I decelerate to its concerto
The horns I hear are not from an orchestra, I blow one, too
But to its maestro I must pay or he'll never allow me through
I've come to know the menace well and call it a buffoon
because of its rudeness to drivers who have to sing his tune
Then came the day I heard the toll would no longer be taken
and the rascally little cubicle was soon to be forsaken
No longer am I forced to dawdle as I drive along the road
Though I think its ghost remains, traffic has swiftly flowed
I sing along with the radio, in a pleasant voice I now croon
but never do I sing "There But For You Go I" from Brigadoon
Your fingers about to break
If you give it one more shake
In my general direction
My angers really detectin'
Something brewing way down deep
Slowly bubbling to creep
Out of my soul with full force
You better think before you toss
One more finger bend my way
It is rude and not OK
Be polite and wait to ask
Your question as I pass
By your table to check on you
Your ignorance needs to shoo
Now you start to shout so clearly
My name as everyone can hear thee
Your getting very obnoxious
I don't like all of this rudeness
Your embarrassing and loud
Disrupting all of my lunch crowd
Pay your bill so you can leave
Everyone can be relieved
And enjoy their lunchtime meal
Without hearing your voice squeal
Winter storm Blizzard, dangerous
White out conditions. An unassuming man
From Puerto Rico was driving in it, when
He and hundreds of others were forced to
Exit the interstate.
He was glad, as he had spent three hours
Driving a mere thirty-eight miles
“And when I was almost
Here three reindeer
Crossed the road In front of me,”
He Informed the TV man
“Deer,” the commentator responded.
The man did not understand.
“Yes, reindeer,” he said, Nodding his head.
Four notorious good ‘ole sit-around Charlies
At Joe’s coffee shop could not
Stop laughing as they watched
The telecast.
“Shh! He is on the other side of your
Divider,” their waitress told them.
They could not let up. It was too good.
“Santa,” one whispered
Rudolph,” another said.
The men in the flannel shirts could stop laughing,
As soon as the laughter resided, someone would
Throw out another idea and the booth would shake.
Sometimes they pounded the table.
They were wiping their eyes,
By the time their food came.
Unmercifully making fun of this outsider
Having no idea he was a world-renown
University professor who
Was recording their every word on the
Opposite side of that tiny plastic divider.
He made double his salary that year,
During a little sabbatical,
Promoting his book entitled
“The Blatant Rudeness of
Americans.” He was on Ellen too.
July 13 Scripture Meditations Based on Song of Solomon 1-8
Key Verse – Song of Solomon 1:4 Draw me, we will run after thee …
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DRAWING ME NEAR YOU
Thank You for drawing me near You and to Your compassion
With Your love’s direction along Your Word’s instruction
From hatred’s bitter reaction against apathy’s cold intrusion
Toward persevering devotion to prioritize Your great commission.
Thank You for drawing me near You and to Your kindness
With Your care’s cheerfulness along Your comfort’s gentleness
From rudeness’ conceited indifference against unconcern’s critical madness
Toward transforming goodness to show Your marvelous graciousness.
Thank You for drawing me near You and to Your commitment
With Your call’s appointment along Your charges’ reinforcement
From idleness’ empty achievement against slothfulness’ vain accomplishment
Toward strengthening diligence to work through Your empowerment.
Thank You for drawing me near You and to Your mercy
With Your help’s restoration along Your pardon’s clemency
From negligence’s perilous result against offenses’ grievous deficiency
Toward assisting dependence to trust Your sufficiency.
Thank You for drawing me near You and to Your light
With Your Scriptures’ guidance along Your truth’s might
From darkness’ fearful night against hell’s torturous sight
Toward illumining wisdom to shine with Your delight.
Thank You for drawing me near You and to Your presence
With Your salvation’s assurance along Your forgiveness’ license
From condemnation’s fatal incense against wickedness’ destructive sense
Toward rejuvenating revival to serve through Your divine iridescence.
July 13, 2022
I sabotaged my eight-millimeter childhood.
I never knew Sartre
But I contorted my latex face,
Burying my nothingness in family films.
My child was scripted to be ugly, skipped over
In comic relief.
Only recognizable as Menoetius,
My only animation was insolence.
I believed nothing in myself,
I knew nothing.
I sought my masquerade in
Metaverse avatars,
Really just 2D analog shadows,
Swaying waves of gray on ashen tv tubes.
Without convictions, I was convicted.
My craven rudeness landed me
In squalid wreckage,
The debris of my dormant sea,
Forsaken a million or more times,
Rebuffed and scorned,
I succumbed to my dense exhaustion.
I shut down where sleep had no form,
Where space-time is an illusion.
Some hint of dream touched and aroused me.
Some anamnesis so much greater than any containment!
I awakened sweaty, wretched, and authentically flawed,
savoring the sudden phenomenal enigma,
Ready to learn the endless patterns
of all the passions and sciences.
It CAN be ‘fish n chips’ stop carping on, there’s no plaice for rudeness!
It's so sad to see a person out of their depths and just floundering
Why is it that some people always think they're right - for the halibut!
What a load of pollocks! Oh my cod she’s crabby … Salmon call a doctor!
I'd order fries with my fish - but I'd get hooked for not calling them chips!
I've had a whale of a time casting out the bait with these fishy puns!
Stop those fishcious lines ...no debait, 'Halibut poem' is fintastic!
It’s shellfish fishing for compliments, but I write a good monoku!