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Am I humble enough to say,
I still wonder where to go?
The path that I must travel,
Surely, someday, I will know ...
I build my sand-walled castle,
For what more can I do?
And the sea erodes my workings;
I must turn my gaze to you.
My mind meanders aimlessly,
Attempts in vain to trace,
The outlines of your majesty -
The meaning of your grace.
This heart of mine is broken,
Fallen, chasing lesser things.
Alone, I can't repair it.
Angels, lift it with your wings -
To God. My Lord, behold -
Your servant kneels to you;
His purpose quite uncertain,
His actions flawed and few,
His thinking caught in circles,
His heart broken in a gyre,
So put him in the crucible;
Unleash your righteous fire!
I suspect, though hardly claim,
That there is something there,
Worthy of refining.
So I submit to your care.
Written 6 January 2019
A man grew a vineyard.
He dug a wall around it.
A built a pit for a winepress.
A built upon a dwelling tower to look over all that there is.
He placed it in the care of farmers who will tend to the vineyard and they were made his tenants.
When it was time for the vines to bear fruit, he sent his servant to retrieve the fruit, but the servant was beaten by the tenants.
He sent another servant and he too was beaten by the tenants.
He sent another servant but this one was killed by the tenants.
This went on for a while, servants sent wass either beaten or killed by the tenants.
Until, all he had left to do the simple task of retrieving the fruits of the vineyard, was his only son.
The man thought that surely the tenants would be more understanding and kind hearted for this was flesh of his flesh and blood of his blood.
Sadly, the tenants knew that the heir was in their midst and that they will gain the inheritance, so the tenants killed his son.
The man then came and slain the tenants and gave to others the vineyard as an inheritance.
Date: 06/19/2019
The mind holds a power so fierce it becomes the inner flame that drives the body forward. But sometimes the heart burns in a way that does not destroy — it torments. A fire so relentless, so consuming, that a person feels trapped inside their own chest, as if cursed by the very emotions that once gave them life.
Yet even a suffering heart can feel the opposite of that flame when an angel enters their life — an angel sent by Yahweh Himself. In the beginning, the fire did not consume the man; it simply revealed how deeply he could feel, how silently the inner flame can burn without warning.
The pain he carried did not come from the flame. It came from people unworthy of his kindness — people who received his gentleness and repaid it with neglect, excuses, and betrayal. He prayed for them, even asked others to pray for them, yet they turned their backs on him and hid behind the claim that “God might put us back together” while offering nothing but distance and doubt.
The false woman — the Belle of the East, the traitor to the Servant — will one day cry when her temporary joy turns stale. Her belief in the man collapsed because he refused to bow to her demand for instant gratification. He wanted to build a bridge, but she burned the very materials needed to cross it.
Let those from her past shape her future, for she has chosen to look backward, like the woman who became a pillar of salt — frozen by her own refusal to move forward. She is not the promise God spoke of. She is not the covenant. She is the Belle of the East who revealed herself as a Jezebel in disguise.
The disloyal always smile after betrayal, but their smiles eventually collapse under the weight of their own choices. And when the joy they chased turns stale, when the thrill fades and the truth returns, their laughter will turn to tears.
Only then will they realize they were never the blessing — they were the sandpaper. They scraped, they wounded, they tested, but in doing so, they polished the man they tried to diminish.
He becomes refined. They remain discarded — used, worn, and thrown aside like something meant for a moment, not a destiny.
I don't know what I am going to write
But I will write about synapsis
I have no idea what that is
But that is the word that comes to my mind
Do you ever write about something that you don't even know
But just let the Holy Spirit guide you?
I heard about this word when I was in school
It has something to do with mechanism for the genetic crossing over
That is when your gene is multiplied my friend
But what does that had to do with me?
A lot
If it wasn't for that you wouldn't be here
Save the multiplying for God, right?
Does God ever tell you to multiply?
Yeah in Genesis 1:28
"Be fruitful and multiply...."
And in Genesis 26:24
"Fear not, for I am with you and will bless you
and multiply your offspring for my servant Abraham's sake."
So how are you going to multiply if you are a homosexual?
I am not saying that you go and hate all the homosexuals
as God does not indoctrinate hate
God teaches us compassion and understanding
We have to educate them
Not to change their life styles
But to inhabit the earth
with their offsprings
Does God ever call them to do that?
God called everyone
And they are no different
Let's cultivate the earth
"Multiply and be fruitful"
Be a part of someone
Be a part of anyone
That is no
Lol
But just be a part, will ya?
The Lord my God is always true and holy
being fair to His servant all the time
for He keeps to His inspired word
so we learn not to commit any crime
In God alone learn judgment and knowledge
holding to His commandments so pure
for in the past, I went wildly astray
now keep to God's word to faithfully endure
My God is good who always does good
I plead for His statutes I be taught
with mockery, I'm infiltrated with lies
in my heart, I stay true not wanting caught
Your law oh God is my daily bread
while their heart feels not at all
I'm pleased that affliction has came
so to learn how to stand as a wall
Listen well to God's holy law
for it's better than all the gold
that this world is able to offer
for it's eternal to never grow old
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the ninth poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119.)
Teaching well, verily mentoring with their best
Engaged to build lives to the fullest
Ardent in vanquishing instruction pest
Carving hearts for servant-leadership training quest
Hoisting faith toward great service-crest
Educators are they with God’s empowering zest
Raising us, students, to follow Christ midst challenging test
Strengthened by the Master Teacher for service-gear from east to west...
Offering their lives to the Lord, verily blest
Fervently, they inspire us along excellence-finest…
Granting biblical sessions of maximum breadth’s widest
Rescuing us from folly’s fall and selfishness-vanity tempest
Exemplifying prudence for righteous choice, indeed wisest
Affirming and assuring truth according to Scriptures’ behest
Taking us to tread path of kindness against hypocrisy’s jest…
Working hard to brace learners like me for perseverance harvest
Ordering discipleship skills’ optimization, spiritually grandest
Reinforcing love-driven willingness --- motivation that’s heavenly highest
Tremendously influencing me; they are our teachers dearest…
Here am I now: a teacher, devoted to rear another teacher*, faithfully earnest.
*2Timothy 2:2 And the things that thou hast heard of me among many witnesses, the same commit thou to faithful men, who shall be able to teach others also.
October 8, 2019
1st place, "Favorite Teacher or Professor" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 10/31/2019.
The path of time has slipped through the endless clock,
The trail of life has stretched and in the void, it lingers long,
Silence wraps itself in the shadow that was time's measure,
Soon, the divine edge will pass, and eternity unravels.
Whisper to them, citizen of the early dawn, servant of gentle words,
Traveler marked by the sun, with steps in the abyss lit by rays,
A walker who follows the dice of destiny, confident in his being,
Their ascent is underway, awaiting the divine light to greet it.
Oh, my envoys, heralds of a world below the stars,
Where souls reconcile with dawns dried by the dew of ephemerality,
I have walked through the sphere of the visible with knees raised,
Listening to the One who majestically descends above the seas.
With the bitterness of the voice that has filled the skies from Jerusalem,
Despair buds on cherubic wings, while
He whispered my name and broke the path from my anchored heart,
"Follow My way", the sky spoke, and the storm descended.
Unbraided speaker, you have stretched across so many untrodden paths,
You have danced with the core of the day, and dusk found you unshaken,
Harbinger of wonder, you have bloomed and blessed through good deeds,
But the pure light will find you, in the calm where you will be laid.
The curtain of the dawn reveals acts seen by pure hands,
From their light arises, in accord with the ordinance of the open sky,
White and black are woven with grace, but they don’t serve to conceal,
All enlightened deeds, all will be kept in the splendor of the night.
For so says the Keeper of time, the Master of heaven and earth,
For so speaks the Torch that illuminates even the brightest nooks,
"You can always reveal yourself, for your deed, you will soon be rewarded",
The magical mystery of life reveals its grandeur in equal, profound rhythms.
Queen Helzebough,. Queen of the Faeries with her gentle ways
Puts on her crown in front of the most empathetic magic mirror
Plans her days around her lively subject’s needs and desires
Asks her forever after to grant her the grace to retain her composure
Her servant faeries watch their queen getting ready to appear
They know the excitement of the faerie kingdom and understand
Why it is necessary for her to be as glitzy and beautiful as ever
The faeries will be tittering about it from now until the rest of their days
Queen Helzebough turns and gives them a smile. Is this okay?
The crown is perfect! Faerie Frauline says. But adjust your wings.
The best gown ever, agrees Faerie Francine. Dazzling and beautiful.
Queen Helzebough is always perfect, which is why she is Queen.
My life is the subject I live.
Every story I make,
Every breath I take,
Every line I write.
They tell well-spun tales, sure.
But underneath, lies the unraveling of a harsh past.
Between elves gilded in gold,
hides the bleeding heart of an artist.
Every experience in my life shapes me.
From the times I remember gripping a knife, holding my sister behind my back as I defended us from my parents' arguments.
When I heard glass shatter after my dad threw it at mom.
When I sat on my once friends bedside, crying softly due to what he made me do with him.
When I was pulled aside at a party and beaten.
In Between all of Ellomin’s regal towns, all the golden fields that stretch miles out.
Lies the story of how I aimed a pistol at the back of my once friend’s head, tempted to fire.
But I didn't, because at that moment, I remembered the most evil trick he pulled.
He made me fall in love with him.
I spent years despising people for being so vile.
I became a narcissist, turned into the monster that abused me.
Taught the devil what it looks like to make a man into his servant.
I learned to make peace, but it took years of hardship.
I remember my mother crying because she didn't have money for her insurance.
I remember when my friend’s dad died.
I remember pain I shouldn't feel.
I remember my friend’s sister running away from home, trying to cheer him up then was all I could do.
I later asked that friend what he sees when he looks at me,
He said I was the soldier who got to come home.
“What war did I fight?”
I asked myself this so many times;
I think the only answer I could come up with is the ones honey-coated in my words.
“Plenty.”
Aware of the New World Order
and its philosophy, principle, predicament
vis-à-vis Bible prophecy
my spirit trusts God
Who is the Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent
to put things in His order in His perfect time.
Meanwhile, let me picture how servant leaders
govern midst God's Divine Order according to Scriptures...
There they are with freedom bliss~~~
diligently pursuing the works of anointed stewards
fulfilling their days, commenced with prayer
earnestly seeking the Sovereign’s presence
while endeavouring with faith priority acts:
family nurture, nourished with loving responsibility
strengthening home brace along virtue values’ pillars
promoting accountable parenthood
along children holistic development program
simultaneous with pedagogical endowments~~~
pushing for functional geriatric welfare
midst wholesome andragogy advancements
upon physical, mental, psycho-social health accessibility
buttressed by hygiene and sanitation exercise
in consideration to ecological and environmental care
reaching-out to the less fortunate toward lifestyle betterment~~~
imposing lawful justice system, balancing truth with mercy
enjoining each one to practice daily thanksgiving gesture
applying principle of “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
Yielding as good examples*… they beseech the Holy Spirit
for guidance in their commitment
to bring people near the LORD.
*1Timothy … Be thou an example of the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity.”
March 6, 2021
edited on April 27, 2022
1st place, "New World Order" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 5/5/2022.