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A time of many lights to see,
Of tinsel, garland and wreath's so fair.
Of hundreds of bulbs upon a tree,
With twinkling lights and angel hair.
A festive time with thoughts of Santa Clause,
Of jingle bells, and distant sounds of sleighs.
From the daily rush we're in, we pause,
Remembering once more our childhood days.
The time for eggnog and a cozy fire,
Have the Christmas story and often games.
Of candy canes, children never seem to tire,
While watching a Yule log's flickering flame.
A time for the hanging of mistletoe,
The singing of carols and children at play.
A time of merriment and places to go.
To many, these are this holiday.
For early mall arrival and long lines,
To retrieve that last gift before we rest.
Parking lot disagreements, fights and fines,
We're seeing free enterprise at its best.
Of bells and kettles in the mall,
With scent's of baked goods and pines.
While searching for gifts for one and all,
We encounter rudeness and sold out signs.
Christmas can be like this, it's true,
But lest we forget this time of year.
Let's look at things from a different view,
As the birthdate of the Christ child dear.
In a twinkling stars five points I see,
Two arms, two legs, a head.
I see the cross in a Christmas tree,
Where a Savior hung and bled.
In the manger scene I'm taken back,
To the place the Christ child lay.
I view the gifts in Santa's sack,
As those the wise men brought that day.
In a simple wreath of vines I see,
A crown of thorns that Jesus wore.
Of a scourging he once took for me,
And of man's sin that at Calvary he bore.
Within each candle seen glowing bright,
One thought comes to my mind.
That in my world He's still my light,
God's precious gift to all mankind.
In a candy cane of white and red,
I see His body without sin.
The crimson, being where he bled,
So that man might be born again.
Then looking into a yule log set aflame,
Unable to imagine the torment one will feel.
If living life as though Jesus never came,
Only to discover at death, that Hell is real.
July 7 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 9-12
Key Verse – Isaiah 9:6 For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WONDERFUL COUNSELLOR
Lord God, You are my wonderful Counsellor
always letting me remain in Your goodness
Thank You that You make my soul stay in Your graciousness
Against oppression of sin-caused brokenness
Toward Your forgiveness for my peacefulness.
Lord God, You are my wonderful Counsellor
always letting me overcome the adversary
Thank You that You seek my heart to delight in Your glory
Against error that brings misery
Toward Your satisfaction for my victory.
Lord God, You are my wonderful Counsellor
always letting me follow Your instruction
Thank You that You lead my faith to soar for service-function
Against doubt and hypocrisy’s destruction
Toward Your wisdom that guides my direction.
Lord God, You are my wonderful Counsellor
always letting me abide in Your light
Thank You that You make my spirit experience Your miracles’ might
Against scourging unbelief’s blight
Toward Your triumph I behold with trusting sight.
Lord God, You are my wonderful Counsellor
always letting me grow in Scriptural understanding
Thank You that You make my mind learn by Your prudent attending
Against ignorance of deceitful blinding
Toward Your illumination for my truth-standing.
Lord God, You are my wonderful Counsellor
always letting me guarded by Your security
Thank You that You make my devotion strong along Your certainty
Against vexation due to vanity
Toward Your assurance upheld by Your authority.
Lord God, You are my wonderful Counsellor
always letting me turn to Your comfort
Thank You that You make my salvation sealed by Your redemption’s effort
Against pride’s attacking discomfort
Toward Your safety around Your protection-fort.
July 7, 2023
I thank you, Lord,
For every drop of blood
That spilled from you
The day that you died.
For every bruise…
For every snap of the whip,
That fell on your back
As you cried.
I thank you
For the mocking and scourging,
And blasphemy that you endured.
For the crown of thorns placed upon your head,
For each nail that tore your flesh,
And the spear that pierced your side,
After you were dead.
I thank you
For being obedient even unto death,
When you had power to deliver yourself.
For humbling yourself by coming into the world,
And dying for us on a cross… the cruelest death.
Lord, I thank you.
Written 4/7/17
Along Iran's alluvial fan,
spanned a virgin, untested
train
A scourging blight the tender,
fecund suckers did restrain
A heartier tulip bloomed on
Tunisia's arid plain
A docile wave the royal
Jasmine blight to stain
Transplanted in Egypt; a more
fertile strain
Leaching the arid soil, the
tyrannical oasis did drain
A hybrid sprouted on Libya's
fallow terrain
Fertilized by a torrential,
nitrous rain
To Oman's tepid steppes,
uncultivated varieties shrouded
fenced row and lane
Disparate pods releasing
incendiary seeds seeking an
aggregate gain
In Syria's suburban parks a
mutant variety skirted eminent
domain
With underground cisterns to
water it's hostile mane
In desolate Sudan, a floral
chalice did simulated hope
contain
Anon, pilfering hands it's
potting soil did obtain
They are all gone, long gone,
Crossed beyond the great
Rubicon
Yet echoes of their names comes
and goes like a beacon.
Imagination playing on my senses
I am ready to accept the unreal
Dumping the surreal events deeply
buried,
In memory crevices that don't
breakdown.
Echoes of a dirge refusing to fade
away;
Thrusts from the past to the present
as in a cascade
All playing on my imagination's
facade.
Voids so deep, time lingering
to have its fill.
Past and presenting a mix of
bittersweet thrill
Lamentations ever persistent none
to succour.
A daily scourging of the present living
none to favour
Transition of my friends the hereafter
on my mind.
A thin line between the great divide,
a Rubicon to find
Echoes in a Dirge.
(Written 16th January, 2016)
Mirth and pomp on high
Birds your soaring anthem bly
Angelic discourse; rapturous lullaby
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Sappy clouds bleed your snowy dye
Bleach the evil plume that dark spirits ply
With your balmy cloak enshroud every evil spy
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Fiery spright in your hoary sky
Reveal every shielded tower where evil spirits pry
Enlighten every dark deed and vixen alibi
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Availing wind bleat, sigh
Brandish scourging thunder; boisterous ally
With lightening speed scour every crevasse where airy spirits lie
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Oh, will man forever be so blind
like the stalled and baggage burdened horse
who gallops blinders on, and always to the whip.
Will the origin bit gnash the gums
raw and pink with memory of conception?
Thy reign, my mane, a breeze blown wave
of many colors born through the gates of G-d.
Remove the blinders, black and worn
which block the shift of life without.
Turn your gaze from the rutted road of anguish.
Run upon the lawn of endless life and be reformed.
Look within for brightest bits of light.
Say yes, I can, I will, I am, for I am kind,
and warm and loving, as are Thee,
and I will live no longer blind, scourging the outside
for that which is Thee..is also here..inside of me.
Our Lord suffered so much many people don't know this
They're thinking out of touch and so much do they miss
Oh how our Lord was beaten, punched, spit upon the face
But sin Jesus was defeating and how He showed Grace
They tore off His clothes and kicking him to the ground
Torture the Roman guard knows thus Jesus was bound
One lash two lash three lash four, mocking His Name
Soon our Lord's Back tore the Roman guard's finest game
Nor would our Lord sleep as they tormented Him all night
Just Ponder really deep Jesus being such a bloody sight
But this was just the beginning His Blood would flow more
Punishment for all the world sinning by The Lamb so pure
Oh how they beat our Lord then made Him carry our cross
Even pierced by a sword my emotions so violently tossed
Because of why He did it, see, He did it, for me, and you
Think of every tiny little bit and maybe you will see too
The Romans’ scourging whip “had iron balls tied a few inches from the end of each leather thong on the whip. Sometimes, sharp sheep bones would be tied near the ends.” The metal weights served to cause serious bruising, or contusions, and the leather of the thongs cut into the skin. The sheep bones were also made to deepen the lacerations into the skin. After only a few lashes, the depths of the cuts would reach into muscle tissue.
It must be sacred; Grace, stay.
In Execution,
a Sacrament blessed nakedface-under
God"s matchmaking; time and place.
Introduction, inducing Actors in the play
of Life-_, induction.
Converging space.
Scourging liars.
A romance of chronomancing,
counting you, pinning you down
under breasts of Maternity and feeding you
by its Milky White Dew.
Do you remember when the atmosphere
was
electric and strangely comfortable,
that day?
A Communion; precept of tuning in,
in frequency, rapidfire.
Mind balloon is in Celebration.
Gifts are in their station.
Counting sired.
VIP access in entry into your private places
exclusively gained.
But here is the adventure paved-granted;
heroism, faith-planted
and Integrity's mystery pained.
Unfurl the Truth.
Peal the layers of Union delivered,
stay in the execution of executings way.
Proof.
That.
Jesus Saves.
In Every Way.
Deliverance.
Remembered.
From far away past where silent orbs
Danced to rhythms of unknown forces forging
Newer niches in cloud then soil then rock,
Smouldering, sizzling silently as time tic toc
Ebbed away, watching life on some lifeless rock surging,
To this day when we dance to the rhythm of Forbes,
The moon and sun in divine love urging
Have danced about the earth: light source upon a rock,
Bringing life to earth when the sullen clock
Calls out the grim owl, vile wolf, and sturdy sturgeon
Through the silent night nobody else disturbs,
Locked in eternal enthralment, watching the dark dungeon
Earth would be but for the sun- or moonlight it absorbs.
Moonlight from sunlight like new groom and virgin
Locked in an embrace older than Eden’s first baulk,
But sealed forever to work on this blue rock;
Bringing light to life on earth at dawn then dusk, merging
Efforts: sun casts its beams on daytime suburbs
But when the earth turns as if to shun its scourging,
That age old mission bound to fail as dusk struck
Finds new life in the passive glitter on that battered rock,
The partner playing its part, for so it was from the first forging.
From far away past, as far back as the silent space orbs,
The sun and moon in sublime love urging.
Have danced about and cast shadows out of this rock
And so it should be, for when one’s gone and you lose the rock
Foundation of the union, then is there but darkness and dirge in
The picture, and the survivor is just a lifeless rock listening for hope in the orbs.
(c)Nyonglema