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Lord, You see my heart.
You know it better than I do.
You know the prayers I can't even put into words,
The longings I don't fully understand,
The love I feel but don't know where to place.
If it is Your will, if it is part of Your plan,
Let me love her as You have called me to love.
Not with fleeting passion, not with shallow emotion,
But with a love that mirrors Yours
Steadfast, selfless, pure.
If I am ever to be her man,
Let me be more than just someone who stands beside her.
Make me a man who kneels for her in prayer,
Who leads with humility,
Who protects not just her heart, but her soul.
Let me be the kind of love that draws her closer to You,
That reminds her, in every moment,
That she is deeply known, cherished, and chosen
First by You, then by me.
I do not ask for love that is easy,
But love that is true.
Love that endures the storms,
That grows through every trial,
That finds its strength not in me, not in her,
But in You.
Let me be the man who speaks life into her when she doubts,
Who lifts her up when she is weary,
Who sees her not just for her beauty,
But for her heart, her faith, her purpose.
Let me love her as Christ loves the Church
Sacrificially, patiently, with a love that does not break.
And Lord, if this love is not part of Your plan for me,
If she is not the one You have written in my story,
Then let me love her still
By praying for her, by honoring her,
By rejoicing in the woman You are shaping her to be.
Let me never hold onto her tighter than I hold onto You.
Because before she is anyone's, she is Yours.
And before I am anyone's, I am Yours.
So I leave this love in Your hands,
Knowing that You write stories
Far greater than I ever could.
Amen.
The formidable mountain of life
needs to be climbed, the summit reached
on the track undefined, direction unknown.
Surrender to the designed will of God,
in His prescribed ordain you repose trust,
faith will pave the path, open the door of dreams
to the plateau of placid fulfillment.
The tumultuous ocean of life
needs to be sailed, the last anchorage found.
Kindle beacon of hope on edge of vague tomorrow,
in stormy sky you’ll see the silver-lined cloud.
In dark night the pole star will shine bright,
help you chart your course, follow the divine light
to the shore of profound bliss.
The dark trampled alleys of suffering
need to be lighted, the broken hearts mended.
Light the candle of selfless charity laced with love,
illuminate them with the glow of God’s grace,
your liberated soul will then rest in peace.
October 19, 2019
Contest : 1st Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration
Sponsor : Regina Riddle
Without holding requests
The joy of art
Painting embarks
Protect one another
Grew strength from each other
Smiles well preserved
Love plenty in reserve
Hearts now witnessed
The gift of forgiveness
God protected
As he ressurected
He died for our sins
To give us a second chance to live
Give thanks to God
For he loves us way beyond
Teaching it right
For he gave us the courage inside
New life begins
Resided within
We won through selfless love and forgivness
Which God himself has witnessed
We give him much thanks
Through the water we drank
Possible through mind
Heart did remind
We laugh and play
We also pray
Greatness of smiles
We added God style
Smiles are free
We offer thee
Beautiful art
Sharing with heart
Showing our love
For God resides thereof
Growing up
We never gave up
Through our acts of kindness
We honor the Righteoussness
No other like him
For many have sinned
Appreciating presence
Of our living essence
I fail to understand how lies are built
I fail to comprehend how tongues twist words
Preparing lies is holding the hilt
And stab many selfless saints from their herds
Staying under the quilt leads to pure guilt
I fail to understand how life has no truth
I fail to comprehend how there’s no fair play
Keeping a mouth shut is breaking a healthy tooth.
Might as well give birth to a bloke with speech delay
Reality is not the blessed kissing booth
Truth is taking a vaccine to be immune
From the virus of mischief, silence and pain
Truth is singing notes constantly in tune
While lying is singing off key with high gain
Therefore, all these lies must end real soon
Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emilie Pinet
Date: 3/12/2020
Like every Christmas, the markets and
retailers are loaded with Christmas Specials.
Indeed, those specials are good for the economy.
Notwithstanding, reaching out and offering another
human something special is also a Christmas Special.
A young lady struggles to survive in Africa.
It's very different than survival in America.
She's not a statistical dot on a UN display chart.
She's responsible, selfless, and very smart.
She is much deserving of attention and care.
We've never heard her say, "This isn't fair".
She takes the life that she's been dealt
and thrives with a little bit of help.
She does not get any kind of welfare.
Minimal at best is any type of healthcare.
And she never worries whether there is clean air.
She's happy and grateful if she has food and water.
My wife met Grace in Uganda some 20 years ago.
My wife has helped her to survive this 20 year period.
I say 'helped' because Grace does not look for
Handouts, but just a little help from a friend.
Grace is an entrepreneur and loves to share.
I tell you, Grace is a live and loving soul;
A soul created in God's image just like us.
This Christmas, may we all reach out to someone
special like Grace and do something special.
By-lanes of my mind
When I write, its verbose;
When I don’t, I am short of words;
Write with flair and respect, brevity is a gift;
They remind me as my jargon filled words they dissect.
All this is internalised,
The lips quiver, pen shakes in hands that shiver,
Prove it, prove you’re not redundant,
I don’t care, even though I know,
I announce with a reluctance,
Accusations of plagiarism, lack of character
Clash with inspirations and new ideas
In the by-lanes of my mind.
Be hard-working, be ambitious, be selfish,
Go easy, nice &slow, be selfless & kind,
Drop a ‘why’, before you’re like this,
And watch a dance of doubts take place
On a pile of now rotting, what was once innocent bliss
In all of this, clarity I must find
In the by-lanes of my mind.
Losing to a six-inch screen,
What do you mean?
What they think is an addiction,
Started as an interest or just a connection,
Last I remembered, they assigned a task,
Quickly build something was their ask,
Obscure, DIY, mundane
Genuine stuff that wears no mask
Not efficiency driven factory line production,
Effervescent, slow burning, WIPs, one to one banter
Through my perceived small screen addiction,
I promote everyday connection.
Ideas are trivial,
Your words a bore,
In exchange for truckloads of attention,
That we unloaded upon your door,
You must give more.
You put the cart before the horse;
In delivering this undeserved fame, is what I said;
Now, a talent, an assembly line of heroics I must find;
This is the thought racing through the by-lanes of my mind.
Firstly let's get my country right and ready
bring the people to recognise God's holy book
this is where true wisdom is found
bringing righteousness proving no fluke
We live in a day of lies and half truths
where right is wrong and wrong is right
the day of real honesty is so needed
may our conscience act full of light
In our day there's lack of real justice
my country would be rooted for the just
having laws that held truth up on high
so people of faith believe in a system to trust
So many today full of arrogance and pride
humility is so lacking within our land
need people of meekness and poverty of spirit
showing evidence so humble to truly stand
The great purpose required in my land
is real sacrificial love being selfless
God at the centre, true to His word
our destiny surely, this he'd truly bless
(If I could start my own country, this would be my founding principles.)
And...I ponder
Do people even care about me? Sadly, I can't see...
Sucks being bipolar,
Having episodes of madness, sadness and ecstasy...
I am numb
I can't feel anymore
I am dumb,
Wisdom out the door...
Change is a challenging chore...
I need some satisfaction
Not this...anger sensation
Action takes its time some more...
Seeing others' succeed
While I remain this weed
That sucks the life of you
I'm sorry I cussed and fussed endless
Because of what you do
You seem to smile away your sadness
I wear the mask of plastic gladness
You don't see or care about my distress
Maybe, I'm acting selfish...actually, I was
Attempting to be selfless is trust with flaws
I'm bewildered because I have become
Ignorant and blissful like many these days...these days...
Wrapped up in bed, worthless like a crumb
I'm not looking for attention in this frustration maze
I bet no one will read this..or would scroll away in inner success rays
Hear me out beyond the pained and hopeless...we all need beloved praise
Time is not by our side, only God and Christ is quite frankly
I had enough alone time, I need to belong a wee bit actually
Energy is low and under the weather
Fever above a hundred, now cooled off
Don't feel sorry for me whatsoever
These hot and cold flashes and what not is enough!
ONE LAST TIME BEFORE NEXT TIME
As too much can’t get enough
Despite all efforts to get maximum satisfaction
Stingy time refusing to give us more time
Managing the little time we got; doing a lot in short period
Each climax surpassing the former; sapped energy seeking revival
So selfless we were, clinging to satisfy each other.
Deep in love with what we do
Every moment appearing like the first moment
Every time like the first time; always fun like the other
It turned from normal to everyday chores that must be observed
Same thing, same people, same exploit, same way
Yet, it always seems a new adventure.
With consistency came addiction
The constant lust to be lost; deep in the passion
Abstinence would mean insanity with sinful cure
Journey from home; far into other homes of other people
Soon the desirable would be unavailable and the available desirable
Before then, I need one last time before next time...
Lordvip
Saturday's Pub garden,
littered with a thousand twisted cigarette butts,
the scattered smouldering tombstones of last night's drunken dreams.
Here birthed the Friday madness wild,
thirsting gin soaked mind of child,
like infant nourishment craved consumed,
the gun within was there exhumed,
a firing squad of gin bemused,
revellers revelling, devillers devilling,
swirling whirling plastic smiles,
pavers quivering raindrop tiles,
summer rain seeping in vain,
from neon roofed city's inane,
to wander country lanes insane,
a blind walk of the drinker's train,
speeding locomotive taught,
relearning burning ethanol thought,
tearing selfless selfish death,
the last epiphany with one last breath,
before the darkness deep draws down,
the flickering light beneath the frown,
where the suicidal businessman drowns,
his sorrows borrowed from newspaper dreams,
that filled the once fragile mind with screams,
in descending begging please,
release him from social unease,
moments lived but to appease,
a fathomless confusion clear smoke screen,
that flashes with the cursor black,
it's wires snigger behind your back,
while slack jawed starring swearing you,
convinced you are one of the few,
who knew but never said a word,
beguiled you smiled, brush muse away,
the stroke left blood for them to play and pay and stray inside your mind,
soul secrets there in stealth to find,
and all forgotten rotten,
men in white wheel you away,
they say poor soul's gone round the loop,
and there you sit in a rocking suit,
pinstripe straight jacket just for you,
and all that's left after their scoop;
is the popular poisoned and once bitten fruit..
By David Nickle Read
All Rights Reserved By The Author
Re-Released 21/11/2017
Original Release 3/6/2017