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Silent, He bore His cross
Endured the pain and shame
Under the scrutiny
Of scoffers filled with sin
Feeling their mutiny
Silent, He bore His Cross
Gave up His life for those
Who left Him suspended
Between heaven and earth
Alone, undefended
Silent, He bore His cross
Erasing our sin debt
Knowing He gave His all
Reminds us what was paid
So on God we can call
Silent, He bore His cross
In three days, on Easter
Jesus Christ rose again
Alive, He came to give
Freedom to souls, amen
ALL APRIL in MONCHIELLE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Easter Theme
April 11, 2022
God said, " Love covers a multitude of sin".
Out of love overflowing is God's grace
Settling in a deep-rooted spirit, peace attend
Hope springs forth filling in all empty space
Light pours into the soul where love abounds
Out of love overflowing is God's grace
Wonderful the day when all nature's music sounds
Miraculously praising God with joy
Light pours into the soul where love abounds
In love and peace, God's creation will enjoy
All this beautiful earth has to offer
Miraculously praising God with joy
Only non-believers are the scoffers
God's love, peace, hope, light is now pouring
All this beautiful earth has to offer
Now imploring the fact, willing restoring
(What) God said, "Love covers a multitude of sin".
God's love, grace, peace, hope, light is now pouring
Settling in a deep-rooted spirit is peace
Contest:Inklings
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Date written: 04/16/2023
Being free from all pain, all craving, all restless nights,
a body unshackled, bones light as wind,
a mind quiet as the midnight sky.
The road has been long, traveled alone,
yet the journey circles back to where it all began
the center, the unknown, the all.
Silence speaks louder than words,
profit whispers only in stillness.
Freedom demands a cost;
sacrifices rise like mountains in our path.
Scoffers laugh, renounce the truth,
destroying themselves in shadows
while the awakened watch silently.
Chances never existed.
Only Laws have always turned the wheel.
Free will dances in the faculties,
but the heart knows its own rhythm.
Once man awakens,
his true essence unfolds,
and the past, present, and future
dissolve into the quiet pursuit of liberation.
Are you ready to shed the flesh that binds you?
To release the chains of desire, of speech, of thought?
The heart holds the key.
The warrior waits, patient, silent,
striking only when truth calls.
Liberation is shedding the hunger that binds the soul,
letting the body breathe without craving,
free from the chains of fleeting pleasure.
Liberation is silence beyond words,
speech untangled, thought unshackled,
for every uttered word can cage the mind.
Liberation is release from pain, from desire,
from the endless tug of the finite self.
It is the soul rising above the wheel,
untouched by the weight of flesh,
beyond the pull of fleeting emotions.
How much will you surrender for your freedom?
Flesh clings, mind resists,
but the heart whispers the path of the true warrior.
Man holds the key to his own liberation —
not in noise, nor in struggle,
but in quiet, in courage,
and in the patient shedding of all that is not eternal.
© By: Kentrell Parker
Come chase butterflies with me in the sun,
let's race through the fields and laugh as we run.
Start by believing, then let yourself dream,
romp with dolphins, or chase salmon upstream.
Seeking the miracles Nature offers,
let's hug a tree and ignore the scoffers.
See turquoise waves crested with frothy foam
on silver waters, the color of chrome.
Climb rugged mountains capped in virgin white,
studded with crystals of glistening light.
Let's sniff Spring’s scent, upon a fragrant breeze,
and inhale Winter's breath, where oceans freeze.
Feel the wind dance on grains of shifting sands,
as it sculpts desert dunes in rippling bands.
Let's greet the fog like a ghostly specter,
and spy on honey bees sipping nectar.
Follow me, let's enjoy the gift of birth,
exploring the splendor of planet Earth.
Let's embrace life, leave your worries behind,
and get your priorities realigned.
A plush monk’s life was my designation
Before the process of dissolution
Then back to now, fast extrication
From enforced seizure and desecration
A simple life it was for me
Amid fertile land, its fruits aplenty
The chapter house was full of deals
lucrative ones that ensured good meals
The venerable relic in sacred place
A mecca for pilgrims upon which to gaze
And tourism fast filling the chapter house coffers
Ensuring the refectory is full of scoffers
A rural retreat in which to languish
Organic produce, not just a sandwich
free range and fresh by home kept beast
A buttery and flour, just add the yeast
The spartan dorm is plain and crude
But no money needed and even free food
Just say a few prayers and work on the land
Outdoor jobs that leaves one well tanned
A stroll in the cloisters, then meditate
Plainsong soars melodically when it is late
It soothes the mind and placates the soul
Even more lovely when the bells start to toll
This monastic decadence now at its peak
Espied by Henry who’s got a damned cheek
The supreme head is after its dough
O dear, I think its time to go
My trusty machine will ensure my return
Refreshed, better and much I’ve learned
Ruthless old Henry their land he took
Their fate outlined in my history book
,
you held me down.... when everyone else called me clown..
you kept my head above the water so that i wouldnt drown..
they said i wrong i didnt belong....
but it was you who kept me strong
and even if i went through the seven plagues of egypt you see...
it would be you and only you to bring me to my knees...
i know and i heard that the struggle is real..
but i cant help this feeling for you that i feel
the universe and the heavens yeah they do align
creation at its best i believe in design
and if we manifest the thoughts in our minds
then we can believe in god the creator of all time
the flock is getting thick and scoffers are rich
they deny the word when they dig their own ditch '
but the world gets me down when i look all around
the vibration of truth can not utter its sound
flocks and the heards of the city
cattle to the slaughter like pity
but none be the wise
on that path of demise
tangled thoughts of the mind
flicker fusion like shutters and blinds
you ask for miracles and signs but none will be shown
but those who have witnessed are spiritually grown
God's blessing falls on the man
who rejects the wickedness way
refuses walking along with sinners
staying upright no matter what scoffers say
This man is delighted by God's holy law
seeking to make it his meditation
all of the day and even in the night
so to learn more of God on every occasion
A well planted tree resembles this man
for it also bears good seasoned fruit
as streaming water bears it's leaf
so prospering it does suit
The wind drives the wicked away
likened to the chaff as before
for they can't stand in judgement
as sinners at the righteous door
The righteous way the Lord knows well
for God's eyes penetrates everything
showing the wicked and their ways
will perish as God judges sin
AUTHOR NOTES:
Blessed is the man
who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stands in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the seat of scoffers;
but his delight is in the law of the Lord,
and on his law he meditates day and night.
He is like a tree
planted by streams of water
that yields its fruit in its season,
and its leaf does not wither.
In all that he does, he prospers.
The wicked are not so,
but are like chaff that the wind drives away.
Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous;
for the Lord knows the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked will perish.
Psalm 1 vs 1-6 (ESV)
Twenty trillion, so he claims,
has hit the White House coffers:
he says we’re rolling in the loot –
where is it?
We’re all playing Hunger Games.
Qataris make him offers.
The Congress has been put on mute –
where is it?
He wants to shaft Letitia James:
no evidence he proffers.
He holds, he says, a winning suit –
where is it?
Kicking butt and naming names -
or Noems – they’re Jimmy Hoffas!
Their policy ‘will soon bear fruit’ –
where is it?
Cuba Gooding, Seal, Ving Rhames,
we’re Jimmy Kimmels, scoffers.
“No Epstein stuff”, yells the galoot:
where is it?
The People’s House goes up in flames,
applauded by his champagne-quaffers.
“International repute” -
where is it?
Sharing My Political Opinion
for 11-22-2019
By: Tom Wright
I find socialist thinking,
to be quite heterodox.
But they, in turn, must believe,
they’re smarter than a fox.
Each proposal would be paid for,
with a new wealth tax.
But most couldn’t care less,
just who it impacts.
They’d bring this financing,
into the government coffers.
Where they’d gobble it up,
with other hungry political scoffers.
Thinking that the government,
could much better disperse.
When they can’t agree on anything,
because both parties are adverse.
They seek to win an election,
by promising free stuff for votes.
Then stuff their own pockets,
as the national debt bloats.
Many are elected with little,
and soon become millionaires.
Thinking they’re now superior,
and voters, well, just squares.
Reverence the Lord for He Cares for Us: By Dana Redricks
We should reverence the Lord. He has the power of life and death. This passage Paul tells us, God loves us, and no one can take that love, or snatch us out of God's Hand. He loves us so much He knows every detail about each one of us. Just as God cares for the birds of the air, and everything He created, God values us above all things." “I say to you, My friends, do not be afraid of those who kill the body and after that have nothing more that they can do. But I will point out to you whom you should fear: fear the One who, after He has killed, has authority and power to hurl [you] into hell; yes, I say to you, [stand in great awe of God and] fear Him! Are not five sparrows sold for two copper coins? Yet not one of them has [ever] been forgotten in the presence of God. Indeed the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not be afraid; you are far more valuable than many sparrows." (Luke 12:4-7).“The power of your enemies is a limited power (Luke 12:4): I say unto you, my friends” (Christ’s disciples are his friends, he calls them friends, and gives them this friendly advice), “be not afraid, do not disquiet yourselves with tormenting fears of the power and rage of men.” Note, Those whom Christ owns for his friends need not be afraid of any enemies. “Be not afraid, no, not of them that kill the body, let it not be in the power of scoffers, not even of murderers, to drive you off from your work, for you that have learned to triumph over death may say, even of them, Let them do their worst, after that there is no more that they can do; the immortal soul lives, and is happy, and enjoys itself and its God, and sets them all at defiance.” Those can do Christ’s disciples no real harm, and therefore ought not to be dreaded, who can but kill the body; for they only send that to its rest, and the soul to its joy, the sooner." Matthew Henry Commentary