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God Bottles Those Tears
Shed For
Fallen Roses
In Memory Of a Friend
Written: By Tom Wright
5-17-00
Sleep,
Lay heavy o'er the room.
Fading fast, a single Rose,
That once you held, full in bloom,
And some will say, it's too late to cry.
Now,
It's faded petals lay cast.
As papier-mâché, before a crafters broom,
Whose time has come at last?
And some will say, It’s too late to cry.
But now that your Rose has gone
May you not too long lament?
Or dwell on things; perhaps you failed to do,
While her life was yet unspent.
For this, It's too late to cry.
As you stand at open grave site,
Through mind, thoughts come rushing.
Foremost, a cherished Rose is gone
And eyes, with tears are flushing.
But for her fate, you need not cry.
So forego mourning this lovely Rose
Forever from your gloom.
Perhaps, God had need to cut this flower
To brighten some Heavenly room,
And for this, shed tears of joy.
It's said, our shed tears are bottled
But for this Rose, may you soon refrain.
Let your tears be shed instead, for those,
Now lost, while they remain.
Ere it truly becomes," Too Late To Cry ".
Psalms 126: 5 " They that sow in tears, shall reap in joy "
It is easy to be discouraged,
dismissive,
dismayed,
deranged,
by the headaches incarnate
we have been tasked to solve
by ourselves or others
always somehow for our benefit.
For labor, for learning, for leisure ...
We will even create our own problems
if we have to.
And is there anything quite like
complaining about our problems
to make us feel justified in our laziness,
our perceived nobility
that is spit upon daily by such pathetic, unworthy worries ...
We think we know ourselves to be
better than the struggles we endure.
Perhaps we are.
Yet consider this -
You only have so many years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds.
And you will solve only so many problems
in your time.
And they will define you.
Toil well while you sow in the fields of your struggles
that you may reap greater and nobler problems.
And if you cannot look at your labors with love,
at least do not look at them with hate.
For we only have the time and energy for so many problems
before we can no longer toil.
Written while flying from Denver to Houston on 28 January 2021
painting: The Penitent Peter by El Greco
In penitence I kneel before your throne,
head bowed with shame, heart weighed down with sin,
my sobbing whispers heard only by God
recounting the ways I, like a sheep, have gone astray.
When I keep silent, my bones waste away
but when I acknowledge my sin to you, you forgive my guilt.
You are my hiding place,
you surround me with songs of deliverance.
Soften my heart and give me ears to hear
and eyes to see your goodness and mercy.
He who seeks the Lord will surely find -
in uncluttered silence God draws near,
the Holy Spirit brings to mind these words:
“He saved us, not because of deeds we’ve done,
in mercy we are justified by grace”
“If we confess our sins he is faithful and just and will forgive us
and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”
Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory,
surely you took our infirmities and carried our sorrows,
by your stripes we are healed;
those who sow in tears now reap in joy!
Written July 2020
March 16 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 22-24
Key Verse – Joshua 22:2 And said unto them, Ye have kept all that Moses the servant of the LORD commanded you, and have obeyed my voice in all that I commanded you.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ACKNOWLEDGES
OUR OBEDIENCE TO HIM
Praise be to God for acknowledging our obedience to Him in:
Following His way by His Scripture’s instruction
Fulfilling His will through His steadfast inspiration
Focusing on His work along His stewardship impartation
Fleeing to His watchfulness by His spiritual intervention
Finding His wisdom for sanctification implementation
Joshua 23:11 Praise be to the Lord Who
enables us to love Him since He:
Fights for our spirituality against worldliness
Fortifies our soul against weakness
Fences our salvation against hell’s wrathfulness
Frees our starvation against wastefulness
Fixes our strength against waywardness
Joshua 24:1 Praise be to the Saviour for
inviting us to present ourselves to Him as we:
Seek His face and stand by His frame
Serve by His force and sow in His field
Settle upon His foundation and show His fruitfulness
Stick to His satisfaction and savour His serenity
Stay in His favour and share His sufficiency. Amen!
March 16, 2024
Tears of frustration!
Shed out of angst and exasperation
Exposing war's fatigue due to martyrdom exhaustion…
Soldier of valor, marching on despite persecution---
--- I acknowledge your persistence toward attainment of genuine liberation.
Tears of hardship!
Defying rigors of battle for true friendship
Burst due to agonizing distress to ensure relationship…
Soldier in good will pursuit following truth-anchored leadership---
--- I commend your stewardship for united brotherhood-partnership.
Tears of freedom fulfilment!
Tricking down midst accomplishment
Signifying successful combat-engagement
Soldier midst jubilation along justice-endowment---
--- I rejoice with your heroic achievement.
Tears of gladness!
Joy* overflowing from heart that fought for peacefulness
Expressing relief, forgiveness and gratitude-bountifulness…
Soldier marked by courage, braced upon the Lord’s loving kindness---
--- I thank your success exemplifying faith’s steadfastness
Tears of victory!
Triumphant over adversary
Vanquishing worry brought by guilt-torturing misery
Soldier** upholding what is right against hatred’s fury---
--- I salute your conquest by God’s grace and for His glory.
*Ps 126:5 They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
**2Timothy 2:3Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.
July 19, 2022
Contest Name: Tears of a Valiant Soldier
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
A tiny seed, a single source
Sown in soil’s fertile course
Falls and dies and there it lies
Till harvest yields to sower’s prize.
A single seed, shall yield a’ plenty.
God alone knows just how many.
Sown in tears, we reap in joy
The promises of Mary’s boy.
A living seed, a birthing grain
Will sprout for generation’s gain.
All because one single seed
Was planted in a heart of need.
A glorious seed: the Bible heard;
God’s promised and inspired word
Humbles hearts and every nation,
And yields beyond imagination!
A destined seed, One God planted
All in sovereign love’s enchantment
Sown in Christians, hear His plea:
“Reap a Kingdom, from a seed.”
Psalm 126:5-6
“Those who sow in tears shall reap with joyful shouting.
He who goes to and fro weeping, carrying his bag of seed,
Shall indeed come again with a shout of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.” NASB
#2 Rumi Quote:
If you are irritated by every rub,
How will your mirror be polished?
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Be not perturbed when life presents hurdles,
Nothing worthwhile comes sans struggle;
Do not tag every challenge unjust or unfair,
Blemish on your mirror, not a reason to despair.
Read not a rub, always, as a rub of critique,
If it’s uninformed, there isn’t much to heed;
Stay the course, amity speaks for your deeds,
Judge not harshly when repentance pleads.
Endeavor mindfully, to learn from mistakes,
Sow in every failure, seeds of sweet success,
Find your happiness on other side of regrets,
Be not irritated by life’s every give-and-take.
Reject ego and pride; introspect, reflect,
Mend your ways, adapt to realms of change,
Look in the mirror, measure your progress:
Is your today, better than your yesterday?
Hopeless cries maybe but from far away
I'm lolling in the lap of luxury
So why do I care if they eat but whey.
Desperate parents sighing all the day
Living a life of toil and drudgery
Hopeless cries maybe but from far away.
Poverty-stricken, none more poor than they
While I fun and feast, they eat shrubbery,
So why do I care if they eat but whey.
Kneeling down unto the Lord they did pray
Every breath unkind, a toilsome journey
Hopeless cries maybe but from far away.
It is the rule of our fate, none can sway
There is no escape, no recovery
So why do I care if they eat but whey.
While they subsist on handouts, sleep on hay
They but reap what they sow, in summery
Hopeless cries maybe but from far away
So why do I care if they eat but whey.
Contest: Say It Again
Sponsor: William Kekaula
God, Bottles Our Tears
shed
For Fallen Roses
By: Tom Wright
4/26/00
Sleep,
lay heavy o'er the room.
Fading fast, a single Rose,
that once was held, full in bloom.
Now,
It's fading petals have been cast.
Strewn about as papier-mâché’s,
before a crafters broom,
whose time has came to fast.
Weep,
but mourn not your lovely flower,
forever from gloom,
now, having fulfilled appointed hour.
Swift,
has fallen the petal last,
but from saddening thoughts, refrain.
Granting pleasant memories space
to flourish and remain,
of your Roses' vibrant past.
Psalms: 126 : 5
"They that sow in tears, shall reap in joy"
Dedicated:
To those whose Rose has gone.
Mothers Day 2000
(NB The character in this poem does not belong to any country but is generic.)
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The sirens howl.
I can smell the fear
I sow in the city.
My super gun can tear
Through buildings
Where innocent people
Lie huddled in despair.
I do not gloat.
My heart is ice.
I have a job to do.
I feel all powerful
like a god.
I lie flat on the roof
High on a building.
The sun is high,
Scorching unrelenting,
blinding like a furnace
grilling sweat out of me.
Yet I lie still
And watch the streets
For the hated enemy.
He'll come.
He never learns.
He too thinks
he's like a god.
One of us may be dead tonight.
Or both!
Who knows who?
Far away I see the hill tops,
where eagles dare to fly.
Below the happy pastures,
the luscious grasses tall and fine.
Sheep graze, and women watch.
I feel the desires of old.
I wake to the present.
I know my job.
Who can beat me?
They will not see me,
Nor flee from me,
They'll die at my hand.
For I fight legitimacy.