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Much of my life has been in the environs of church activities,
some of which found me in the presence of 'faith healing evangelists'.
I do not mean to be, but I tend to be a natural sceptic; so I look deeper.
Therefore, I have often been internally inquisitive of what others say they saw. Even though both their eyes and mine were present, we often saw differently.
Me thinks sometimes we see what we want to see and create our own realities. I am by choice and by Divine Favor a person of faith and live within and outside the box. I am far more influenced and moved by 'the prayer of faith' from any 'unnoticed everyday believer' than by Faith Healers, and I have every reason to believe that The Lord responds to 'the unnoticed'. Moreover, it is the prayer of faith that saves the sick....*
I am much too rational for some and a bit radical for others; so I am not out to please. I have been in meetings of 'Faith Healers', but have witnessed far less realistic healings. I believe that there are bona fide mortals of giftedness who heal through faith in Christ, and I do not hesitate to say that I am often disenchanted by mortals, but always enriched in Christ. It's not that most of them are charlatans, because they are usually sincere in their faith, but I am inclined to believe that there is less substance and a lot more exuberant emotions.
It is unfortunate that dollar signs and the thirst for prosperity have outpaced healings exceedingly. Minus a few bad and ugly apples, my journey in the arenas of Faith Healers have been good. In spite of the misleading, the misfortunes, and the misplacements of 'faithful hopefuls', the True Healer, Christ, still heals. Faith Healing does not have to be denied, nor should all Faith Healers be placed in the same camp. Personally, I have always sought to have 'A Balanced Faith' that keeps me deeply rooted in Christ.
120220PSCtest, Faith Healer Poetry, Kai Michael Neumann
*James 5:15a
The pop group Heatwave, it seemed to me
(in 1970)
was dreadfully dull and boring too
(not at all incendiary)
so, with breath control and mind over matter,
(it didn't matter as I didn't mind)
to liven up the act and give it something new,
after much practice and repeating,
using self-made torches soaked in paraffin,
I taught myself how to do fire eating
and late that summer became
(tho' only the drummer)
'Keeper Of The Flame'.
Once, while on stage performing,
some sceptic in the audience shouted, "That's not really hot,"
so, determined to put him in his place
(he deserved all of what he got)
I gave him quite a fright when I flashed the flames in his face.
Then, '77 one fearful night in Bright Eye Band wearing tights
(a.k.a., Smooch on Halloween)
throwing all caution to the wind, as it was gauged just right,
the draft from a fan blowing across the stage set my hair alight.
Although not what I call apropos,
I survived, came out alive, but what a way to close the show.
Love for First sight :
Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.”
Because you were my real boy friend forever.” “I meant it when I said I didn't believe in love at first sight. It takes time to really, truly fall for someone.
It's not easy to believe in love at first sight until that special person comes along and steals your heart.
Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.
It’s the first time that my heart has become so restless.
Waiting has now become very difficult .
Yes, it seems as if I’m in love.
I have become very impatient now to meet with my real gf.
She have complete control over my pure heart and pure soul now,
it seems like i have fallen in love for the first time in my real life.
I don’t find sleep all night long.
Every moment thoughts of her senseless talks,the memory of good time spent torture me.
How should I describe my real feeling of love to her?
If i go far away but come back to her again.
O my beloved, what’s this happening to my heart!
It seems as if I’m in love.
The intoxication of her speaking gaze has robbed my heart.
O my beloved, Your simplicity has robbed me.
The feeling of pain seems pleasant to me now
Today I have learnt what it means when two hearts unite.
I have full trust on my heart-beats now.
“Love is like a friendship caught on fire."
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soulmate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your own destiny according to your own good wishes for you.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
I wanted a quiet evening, away from Proto
To order a pizza with loads of ricotta,
And write a poem, with not one interruption,
Savoring a glass of wine, without disruption.
Sounds perfect to me said a voice, let us begin.
I looked around no one was there except Lynn
My golden Labrador, the voice spoke once more,
It’s so pretty outside, from here comes inspiration,
Poems bring serenity,
But at times written in desperation.
The voice came from my poem I had just started,
I was delighted, felt elated could this be magic.
I believe that you talk, I’m no sceptic
You’re the words creating my poem and I a poet.
I will stay by your side, and together,
We will travel where ever, forever.
With a fame so destined,
Bitcoin will have nothing on us
We will kick up a such a lot of dust,
And create a great fuss.
Now don’t forget this is my poem, I explained, you only
Add if I ask.
Once upon a poem and rhyme,
Lived an old, old man called time,
No, no, no, said the words,
The cat,
Sat on the mat
And ate the rat
That is not poetry I shouted, you arrived in my space
Perhaps you should explain why you’re here,
And state your case!
Then I heard another voice, somewhat shrill
I’m so glad it said, chase the words away
I recognized the second voice straight away,
For I’d heard it every day,
It was my Muse, she sounded sad and was crying
You don’t love me anymore, my heart is dying,
So I assured my muse Patsic
That altogether, we’d create worldwide magic!
Oh good said the words, it was getting too much
And spilt a tear on the poetry page.
Now can you listen, please,
I’m not so young in age,
I can’t get so upset,
Glad we have all met.
Then continued,
The furry cat,
Sat on the Persian mat,
And ate a fat rat.
Still unacceptable, I said to the words,
Let me finish mine.
No, no, exclaimed the words, I want to try again,
The eclipse on the earth, orbiting into the moons shadow,
Glimpses the bright sun, and from a slither so narrow,
Stop, I said, that was good,
Perhaps I’ll let you finish tomorrow.
So you thought it was good, let’s do the dance of joy,
And as we danced, the words on my page
Scattered everywhere.
I looked at my new friend,
It will be an eventful, ecstatic journey for us,
This partnership of three, will I know,
Entertain,
Time and time again!
Those eyes of yours
Holding a bunch of blue sky
Have been inspiring me lifelong
To seek rhyme and song
In turbulence
A Buddha like balance
Then you, the sceptic
Always asking
'What is your view?'
Almost like Socrates
Never readily conforming to
Any set thesis
Would open a sky
Asking why this
Why not that
To discover a new door to stand at
Thus you wanted to groom us:
'Cogito ergo sum'
I think, therefore I am
Relaxing my diaphragm
And now in the twilight I look at
My too many windows to look out
For a new sprout
I thank you there
Among the twinkling stars
And you young girl
How soft suave but yet straight
Is your speech
While we screech at a little conflict
Raising ugly forms
Ignoring norms of civilization
You are always low but firm
Polite but powerful
I try to be like you
In my communications
In interrelations
A grandfather trying to emulate a granddaughter
Life is a great assorter
And there you
The oranges in the tree
The beauty spree
The life and lyre free
Have inspired me
To stay happy
Even in despondency
Then you
The beggar in the street
A lesson for survival
Never say yes to defeat
You have to first sleep and eat
Then towards other vitals
You the whore
Drifting from shore to shore
Embracing sort of death
For the sake of life
Tiny shines of strife
Where ever you look at life
With a childlike interrogation
With a touch of admiration
Will come across
In a session
Diamonds of inspiration
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3/1/2017 : Contest: Who has inspired you most in your life
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri-Carroll
Show me a miracle
Or
Magic trick
And all i can think is how was it done
That is the level of sceptic i have become
With every believer comes a sceptic
Enter front and left Captain Sceptic
Sporting miracle,
Betting scandal
Predict the future,
Calculate the odds algorithm
Magic trick,
Smoke and mirrors slight of hand
If it's to good to be true it generally is
And there is no such thing in life
that's free
That doesn't come with strings attached
The greatest piece of single advice
a burns survivor ever imparts is
Read the small print fastidiously
before signing
Otherwise you are going to need the
services of a very good lawyer
Lost in gravity’s pull, unleashing are iniquitous racing rot,
obscure entities rush through, connecting the dots
pilfering, extracting inventory, my intestines in knots
distant incense fumes a conscious canopy, petals wafting open-air,
I sense an antediluvian forest, aflame, circling there
Gazebo’s trapezoid holds captive, naked, probed and jarred
A sceptic- doubting Thomas vanishing, broken in shards
fragments of glass banishing, misfit mosaic alters as prey
Trembling colors my core stripping to bone greys,
stumbling over intercranial eddies, whispering “This is not an SOS fortess”
I lift my listless body from off the whitened Kalli bench rest,
mustering up brawn to leave this camouflaged spaceship
gaining is the exotic and final trip
escaping shades of jade and eschewing a repetitive rot
at last, rejoining the existing world’s ongoing ellipsis—living dot dot dot
Let me share with you a shrilling moment, one I dreaded most. 'Twas another beautiful summer day, and a visiting day, at the beach steps away, the Lake Shrine. The layout an inexplicable charm, monks in saffron and garnet tinted robes draping each body, had welcomed me. I must have been aligned with the stratospheric, a nefarious nebula inside the meditation gazebo, I thought inviting and safe. Past mistakes had laid heavy in this dome, this world a jungle, pent up nerves generated, nerves stretched taut. The line inked about intercranial eddies who seemed to have spoken to me, was most difficult to pen. As a child hungry for the opaque curtains of mystery to be drawn, in which 'lamplights strange to these eyes', within my late-night shadowy bedroom, appeared. As an adult I seek answers, therefore removing the line. I’ve always been entertained by mind's photograph, I reflect upon.
The Gazebo
I Am Anaya
2/22/26
The moment you get a blank page near your eyes
Fill it with as many stars as you can
Bring them out from your river and crimson clay
At play inside your land and sea
This is the first lesson I was taught by good earth
That has helped me a lot towards
Survival with delight from the sounds and colours
Not possible to buy with dollars
Ask why and how at every step you take forward
Not faith but reason always be after
Be sceptic and explore every sun moon and star
And enjoy the dance of intellect
Was the second lesson I learnt all along the road
From the air and water I came across
As I grew up with my changing world around me
Changing me too thereby everyday
A discovery of doors and windows toward beauty
Lend your hand to one who needs it
Kindle at least a dim glow in the dark for some eyes
Draw out some thorn from a flower
This I learnt from the path I traveled inhaling in joy
The aroma of soil brick and dust
While the first two always desired me up above for your stars
The passion of holding your hand kept me close to your river
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12/02/2017
“All war is a deception”
The day was chilly and dark
Low clouds hung over the sun
A low church stood a silent witness
To the raging sea and surf
Past its bent arch, darkness reigned
A candle lit slowly by the priest.
One by one the faces come to light.
Amused bronze. Smiling stone. Unsurprised.
For a time the length of that candle
gesture after gesture revives and dies.
Stance after lost stance is found
and lost again.
Who was that, you ask.
The saviour, the son, the priest replies.
A sceptic candle coughs.
I count the angels on the wall
And mother Mary’s soft tears
As all around the war rages
You come out in the dark sun
And find the children playing the game of death
24/09/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For constance’s “The Church by the ocean” contest
Inspired by Charles B. Widmeyer’s hymn “Come and Dine.”
COME AND DRINK
It’s inside of him who waits—
passion afore it’s too late.
The stirring of the waters, his healing close.
With no working legs, no boast,
has no friends to help him coast
into the waters…then Jesus overflows.
Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Oh what joy there is in Him.
Kind of joy that bubbles, rises to the brink.
With richest blessings poured, to the chalice rim,
overflowing cascade beckons, “Come and Drink.”
Magdalene’s seven spirits—
viscosity that digs deep.
She’s haunted by nefarious wolves—sceptic.
Deeper still, one touch of Christ,
draws her to the highest heights.
Deeply cleansed from impure thoughts— Christ heals the sick.
Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Oh what joy there is in Him.
Kind of joy that bubbles, rises to the brink.
With richest blessings poured, to the chalice rim,
overflowing cascade beckons, “Come and Drink.”
What’s better than this? The lamb—
led to the cross…great I Am
eaten up with all our suffering and sins.
What’s better than that? The dawn
bursts forth lovely as a swan—
Christ with life-giving power, a righteous win.
Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Oh what joy there is in Him.
Kind of joy that bubbles, rises to the brink.
With richest blessings poured, to the chalice rim,
overflowing cascade beckons, “Come and Drink.”
10/18/2021