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Here we have the book of Revelation
written by the apostle John on his own
cast on to the island of Patmos
he heard a voice his mind was blown
In the spirit realm, John was that day
the world was all a thing of the past
for this was worship as God intended
falling at His feet thought time was cast
It looked as if John was dead
for he was above this world so high
though he was completely flat out
but his breath was alive not to die
At that moment a hand gripped John
it was his right saying do not fear
for this was Jesus the bright morn star
who always has been this was so clear
John had such a privilege
never before had he said this
"when I saw Him" so fulfilling
true real worship this sheer bliss!
("When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. But he laid his right hand on me, saying, “Fear not, I am the first and the last.") Revelation 1: 17 (ESV)
I saw my dad the other day…it was on my morning walk
He was standing underneath a tree…and so I stopped to talk
I said, “Dad what are you doing here?” as I leaned against the tree
He said,”what I do every day around this time…”
He was checking up on me.
“But I walk this route every day,” I said, “and I never see you underneath this tree.”
Hs said just because I don’t see him doesn’t mean he doesn’t see me.
But you’ve been gone so long I cried…so many years I’ve been on my own
He smiled touched my shoulder and said, “Son, you’ve never been alone.”
And so we talked a while…it was the best conversation we ever had
and when it was time to leave I said, “It was great to see you, Dad”.
I smiled at him and just before he faded from my view
he smiled back then answered, “It was great to see you too.”
And now ever morning on my walk…I smile as I pass that tree
at the gentle reminder that wherever I go…Dad is looking out for me.
He counted crumbs like guilty prayers,
bones beneath his skin like snares.
His stomach twisted, night and day,
but all he ever said was “I’m okay.”
In crowded halls he walked alone,
his silence louder than a phone.
A smile he painted, thin and weak,
his voice a whisper he couldn’t speak.
He hid his heart in shades of gray,
afraid of what the world would say.
A boy who loved but couldn’t tell,
trapped inside his private hell.
He dreamt of friends, of someone near,
but walls grew thicker year by year.
IBS burned, his body frail,
an unseen war he could not hail.
At night he stared at ceilings high,
and wondered softly if he’d die.
He wrote in notebooks, line by line,
“I’m still a person. Please see my sign.”
But no one came, no voices called,
his messages like leaves that fall.
The weight he carried, sharp and deep,
grew heavier each time he’d sleep.
One evening, shadows filled his room,
his heart beat slow with growing gloom.
A note half-written, ink still wet,
words of pain and deep regret.
Then—silence. Curtains drawn.
A life, a boy, forever gone.
No one saw the final part,
they only found his note, his heart.
And now his name is spoken low,
an empty desk, a face they know.
A story told so others learn:
see the signs before they burn.
Don’t let another fade away,
reach for them before that day.
A boy is more than pain or shame,
a life is more than just a name.
Went to church, one day
I saw fire, I saw fire
Seen fire (up on the roof and out of the door)
I saw fire
But there was no smoke
Air was clean so I didn't choke
The people inside were praising and singing
In my mind thought they were a little crazy
I saw fire
But there was no smoke
Air was clean so I didn't choke
We didn't get burn
Got a lot to learn
Cause the fire I saw was God's host
It was the holy ghost
The same fire that lit upon Jesus head
That fire that spoke to Moses
And like Jeremiah's fire shut up in his bones
I saw fire
8/12/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
I saw Jesus Today
I saw Jesus this morning… in shredded clothes, shivering, begging and all he wanted was just to eat!
I saw Jesus this morning, on the street… under the scotching sun. He had no shelter on His head.
I saw Jesus today
In my neighbor’s house…
Frail… sickly… He has no money for hospital.
I saw Jesus today
In the church…
He could not pay his school fees.
I saw Jesus today
Yet still at the church
He has nothing to feed His children as He walked home , head bow and dejected.
I saw Him… I always see Him .
Oh yes, I saw him, yet again in my child’s school, with a torn uniform and a worn out sandals!
I saw Him, I always see Him.
But a number of times, I see him, but I did not know Him.
Yet oftentimes I see Him, I did not discern Him.
Many atimes, I encountered Him, but I did not have an encounter with Him.
Lord can you have mercy on me?
What happens when the wind stalls;
Where're sparrows when the rain falls;
Chances are man shall live on forever;
Choices are where man shall live out eternity;
You see death and pain;
You see the end of this world, stain;
You see turmoil, this world to burn
While all I see, got my mind on thee
All I see is ~JESUS~
People call you hopeless;
While others find you dope-less;
I can't see the reality;
What happens when you love;
Where does all your feelings go;
Chances are you'll die once...
But some of us will die over and o'ver agin;
You see death and pain;
You see the end of this world, stain;
You see turmoil, this world to burn
While all I see, got my mind on thee
All I see is ~JESUS~
Preachers are pastors let they're human too;
Don't put all your faith in the flesh that'll rot you..
Search over and over again,
Looking for a friend.
Jesus is Him
People call you hopeless;
While others find you dope-less;
I can't see the reality;
You see death and pain;
You see the end of this world, stain;
You see turmoil, this world to burn
While all I see, got my mind on thee
All I see is ~JESUS~
6/20/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I woke up in the morning as the sun was starting to rise
I stared at the vibrant colors as a tear formed in my eye
I thought I would never view the world the same as I once did
But something about your death revealed the secrets it hid
So perfect and peaceful; a scene you would have loved
But then I realized you have the best view from above
I see you in the world as I travel through
I think back to the crazy times and the marshmallow hay bales you swore were true
Old memories of stories and inside jokes are fresh on the surface of my mind
I still remember that road-kill song we would sing to pass time
The smell of the hemlock reminds me of you
Riding with the windows down just after the morning dew
The honey suckles and the fresh cut grass has a stronger smell than ever before
Smells that I love, but you loved more
It’s as if the world is reminding me that you’re still here
I thought I saw the beauty before, but now it’s so clear
You have become the beauty I now see
Beauty that I know will never cease
"Hummingbirds teach us that even the smallest creatures can have the biggest hearts."
~ Anonymous
I saw a hummingbird today,
Charming, little, bouncy and gay,
Flitting from flower to flower,
In a sole spot, he would not stay;
Watching it fly in the bower,
Made me feel lucky with power,
Olive plumage with gray and white,
I could watch it hour after hour;
It was a magnificent sight,
Eyeing it in suspended flight,
The humming of their beating wings,
Sounds like the drone of a sweet sprite;
A bird made by the King of Kings,
It's one of the loveliest things,
A magical mystery feel,
That hummingbird makes my heart sing.
I saw my mom in a dream,
but it was not a dream at all.
It was a shadow stitched from silence,
a nightmare draped in the shape of her.
Each step I took, she drifted further,
a ghost tethered to my heartbeat.
Her lips moved, calling my name—
“Neo,”
but the sound dissolved in the air,
vanishing before it could reach me.
The floor beneath me was water,
and the walls around me bled light.
I ran, I reached, I stumbled—
but she was always away,
always a breath ahead,
always a memory I could not touch.
And I woke,
with her echo still clinging to my chest,
a whisper I could not escape,
a dream that did not end,
a nightmare that followed me
into the quiet of my own room.
Shocked tree says “ Can I drink one more?”
This bar has only you and me
That “Lost Generation” says
In the news, about flowers are so beautiful
Need to cough little
Smoke to feel a dull pain in lung, poem is lung cancer
The hospital with Coma disease has moss
Every culture have sex and art
Rain of poisoner to feel at that away
In the book “ Universe Follow The Fish” saw
Each part of consciousness are ponderous
Woman crawl climb on my face , she recites my poem
Cry of baby disappear in the river
Baby feels the disease don’t fear otter
False tired on the forearm of demon
Sun is scaring the light
Thwelt Di Nwe
Lost Generation-Vergina Woolf
Universe Follow The Fish- Shwe Poe Eain