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I like the showers of the sowers' rainfalls—
Not that it shouts, but because it makes plants sprout.
The scenery crawls as field greenery sprawls,
That can extricate droughts from despairing doubt.
Butterflies paint brighter the greens of the fields,
And flowers flaunt beauty as bright, fragrant shields.
In dreams I crave wet seasons to whet my sleep,
Whose supreme comfort sustains my slumber deep.
I hate the stains that dwell in corners and drains—
Filthiness, a taboo my death will detest.
I despise the dirtiness my soul disdains,
A deep aversion heaven and earth can't wrest.
So sew your flowers' seeds and weed my garden—
No matter your mistake, my mind will pardon.
Love will invent the wheel of our good rapport;
Just don't adore foulness I so much abhor.
Rosebuds draft in scarlet, crimson, or maroon,
dreams to capture the viewer's point of view,
as its blossom's sheath their basis to its prune,
magnificent achievers rise in rows queue,
as the loss of age cast their field of thorn strewn,
shadows the facades to pipe a distinct tune,
shear away those sharp pokey points of danger,
and frail petals to amend its life-changer.
Amendments trail the housed maxed of tabletops,
of revived rosebuds claim a home as their own,
a treasured wealth trades with the town's floral shops,
then set at one's front wicket by an unknown,
or adorn tombstones as floral wreaths that props,
and crowned on a princess who sits on her throne,
a taxing burden to detain the death masque,
not tiny but thornless as Bonsai craft's task.
The Pyramid steps like the Baguio steppes,
where Filipinos view as their time-out spot,
the other is ancient for tourists who peps,
while an isle serves the rosebuds to sprout and squat,
nature confides stemmed thornless maroon by reps,
students check articles of the course they plot,
as a new breed of rosebuds shelved a terrace,
elegance embrace the solitaire heiress.
Loosely sketched parcels that the rosebud dwells in,
fresh sod fertile and well-sopped sealed neath the sun,
from its current strain, since its birth in Eden,
inspire blossoming with faint buzzes outdone,
coy rumors, green greener, red redder, seeds in,
East rises, and West sets, how the rosebud won,
Bonsai is an ancient craft not deemed as new,
man named rosebuds since their virgin birth, it grew.
Spring sprung sprouts as their healthy roots hug the ground,
a wealth of newborns reach for the warmth of skies,
its outstretched stem hardens merely being gowned,
a promised promenade paramount to rise,
by patrons, the sun, moon, and earth make their round,
a glowing shape as a rosebud is its prize,
the fields are graced with rosebuds color-filled rows,
as they grow in opened splendor till it snows.
Botanical Society best: Sowers.
ranked by their breeds and regions where they were raised,
down to idyllic truths, forthcoming growers,
who take pleasure in their leisure being phased,
where growth is best tended as their height lowers,
promised its dowery by virtuous praised,
reach prosperous glory in you or outpours,
rain or shine achievers within or outdoors.
Compassionate Comforter
Messaging hope,
Put faith in our Father
Whenever He spoke.
Those that would listen
Are those who will hear
The call to repentance,
The need to draw near.
Listen to the message
With words of new and old.
Listen for understanding,
Nourishment for the soul.
Listen to the words,
Hear them beckon - singing.
Hear the Spirit calling,
Offering new beginning.
Sowers of hope
Taken on faith,
Receiving His harvest
Of peace and His grace.
January 19 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 4-6
Key Verse – Exodus 4:11 And the LORD said unto him, Who hath made man's mouth? or who maketh the dumb, or deaf, or the seeing, or the blind? have not I the LORD?
HEART THAT RELIES ON GOD WHO CAN MAKE WHAT HE WANTS
Our heart relies on God Who can make what He wants such as using us for His glory
To be His peculiar treasures, doing our best part with His victory
And be the stewards in His kingdom while sharing His love story
While He helps us obey His voice to conquer misery of doubt-caused worry.
Our heart relies on God Who can make what He wants such as touching us with His holiness
To be His redeemed saints in His likeness
And be the children that walk along His righteousness
While He enables us to keep His statutes with joyousness.
Our heart relies on God Who can make what He wants such as blessing us daily
To be His thankful recipients of His benefits gladly
And be the followers of His commandments meekly
While He empowers us to serve Him willingly.
Our heart relies on God Who can make what He wants such as providing our every need
To be His devoted seekers of His favour for our spiritual deed
And be the sowers of His Gospel seed, conquering pride or greed
While He moves us to win souls as His Word becomes our constant creed.
Our heart relies on God Who can make what He wants such as delivering us from foes
To be His prudent warriors through prayer against sorrows
And be the winners over trials, temptations or woes
While He fights for us in defending faith as triumph glows.
Our heart relies on God Who can make what He wants such as teaching us His commandment
To be His diligent learners of His truth toward our assured settlement
And be the disciples that cleave to His standard-requirement
While He directs us in doing His will with sincere commitment.
Our heart relies on God Who can make what He wants such as protecting us by His leadership
To be His praise-filled believers against worldliness’ friendship
And be the proclaimers of His greatness with His offered fellowship
While He commends us in our faithful ministry partnership.
January 19, 2022
Beloved:
Are we Sowers are we harvesting seeds.
We go planting. Jesus
often compared to the
FATHER COME TOUCH AND SOFTEN THE HEARTS-
Kingdom of God with good soil.
Here in this world,
we spoil phenomenally.
God touches the heart
hardened man's part
He plowed He softens the land
mass of harden hearts.
if we be His good stewards we apply Himself
FATHER COME TOUCH AND SOFTEN THE HEARTS-
in ourselves, be His hands and feet.
The point is this:
Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparely, and whoever's Souls bountifully will also bountifully"
~
"Those who are peacemakers will plant seeds of peace and reap Harvest of righteousness"
God's word leads us to Jesus
~So Sowing and Reaping~
FATHER COME TOUCH AND SOFTEN THE HEARTS-
11/2/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
2Corinthians 9:6
James 3:18
Dear Lord. I know that every day has 24 hours blessed with sun, moon, and stars. Yet, every day, many people barely survive and others who starve
I know that every Christmas many will buy, buy, and buy; many will give, give, and give. Yet millions will be penniless, familyless, homeless; many will
beg, hoping only just to live. I know that our world brings joy and grief, cold
and heat, sowers and reapers, sorrow and pain. Yet there are those among us
who are careless, heartless, and live daily only to cheat and to gain. The
destructive forces of nature do not know the difference between Christmas and
other days. For lack of heat, hurricanes might cease, but will not halt at the site of our stop signs or even delay.
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Dear Father God, realizing all these things are true and that neither I nor my fellow humans are any match for Mother Nature, please grant Planet Earth
this Christmas Season a season free of massive and destructive earthquakes like the one in Haiti a few years ago. Let any small earthquakes that might
occur not be strong enough to trigger a large tsunami like the one in Indonesia a few years ago. Let your comfort and peace surround those in California who
have lost so much. Many escaped the fire only with the clothes on their backs, not to mention their lost loved ones. The sister of a friend in our church
perished in the Paradise fire. By the way Lord, I thank you for the rain that came to my region in Northern California about two hours ago. And Oh Dear
Lord, as you very well know, time will not allow so great a list of terrorizing
perils. There have been countless devastations the world over. My Heavenly
Father, I will not ask for more at this time; and I ask these things in the Name of your Son Jesus Christ. Amen.
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AN UNMOCKED ALLEGORICAL FLASHBACK
When we were young and growing up,
Granny said that all things have a seed,
And that every seed produces its own
Things to be reaped: good or bad:-
At the time, it was hers and the bible study
Lesson to be taught and remembered; however,
At that time, I didn’t get the full allegorical meaning
Of what she was saying: good or bad:-
Now, at this time of grey hair and aged awareness,
I finally realize and know that we all scatter and sow
Seeds—either to the flesh or to the spirit—and what
Is reaped, is according to that which we freely sow.
Now, as I look out over our urban fields, I
Realize that many moons ago, oppressive-syndrome
Bigoted sowers came like plowing evil in the night,
Scattering chaining seeds of corruption everywhere:-
Some fell into the holes of our so-called paved streets;
Some fell into the many cracks of our rock-laid sidewalks;
Some fell into the gutters and were washed around our homes;
Some fell even around the wet soil of our leaking water pumps:-
From these seeds we’ve reaped Black-on-Black crime misery;
From these seeds we’ve reaped Black Families falling apart;
From these seeds we’ve reaped Black apathy and its depression;
From these seeds, we’ve destroyed each other physically and mentally;
From these seeds, we’ve done the oppressors’ harvesting of our demise.
Now is the time to replow our domestic fields with plows of change;
Now is the time to rid our domestic fields, uprooting sown evil seeds;
Now is the time to release those kidnapped chained into new-day slavery;
Now is the time to wage hell against all forces that still seek to destroy us!
Come! Let us get ready my people; the harvest season is dawning;
Come! Let us get ready my people; the coming harvest is plentiful;
Let us get ready my people; time to take back the stolen gift of freedom;
Let us get ready my people; freedom’s vision awaits its due reality:-
Let us get ready my people; reapers must be as equal as is the harvest!
AN UNMOCKED ALLEGORY
(A Message In And For Each Day Of Ourstory)
Granny said that all things have a seed
and that every seed produces its own
thing to be reaped: good or bad:-
At the time, it was hers and the bible study
lesson to be taught and remembered; however,
at that time I didn’t get the full allegorical meaning
of what they were saying: good or bad:-
Now, at this time of grey hair and aged awareness,
I finally realize and know that we all scatter and sow
seeds—either to the flesh or to the spirit—and what
is reaped, is according to that which we freely sowed.
Now, as I look out over our urban fields, I
realize that many moons ago, syndrome-like
sowers of the flesh came like thieves in the night
and scattered their seeds of corruption everywhere.
Some fell onto the paved streets and were wheeled;
Some fell onto the sidewalks and were foot-crushed;
Some fell into the gutters and were washed away;
Some fell, however, into cracks and needled bushes:-
From these seeds we’ve reaped Black-on-Black crime
misery;
From these seeds we’ve reaped Black Families falling
apart;
From these seeds we’ve reaped Black apathy and its
depression;
From these seeds we’ve destroyed each other physically
and mentally;
From these seeds we’ve done the oppressors’ harvesting of
our demise.
Now is the time to re-plow our domestic fields with the
plow of the spirit;
Now is the time to rid our domestic fields of wind-blown
evil seeds;
Now is the time to take back the stolen they took from
our plowed rows;
Now is the time to rage defense against all forces that seek
to destroy us!
Come! Let us get ready Black people; the harvest season is
dawning;
Come! Let us get ready Black people; the harvest coming is
plentiful;
Come! Let us get ready Black people; time to take back the stolen
gift of freedom;
Come! Let us get ready Black people; freedom’s vision awaits its
due reality.
Come! Let us get ready Black people; reapers must be as equal as
is the harvest!
A season – Ages ago
Ages ago, many a seed had been planted.
Their blossoming brings, being taken for granted,
never seen, acknowledged or appreciated.
As gardeners, sowers of, we are fated
to pay an intolerable, unbearable price
for all, all we experience that is not nice
for a parent to see, to feel, believe to be,
that has come to be a part of you and me.
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I – like the south pole of, a magnet pushes - away ?
I – like a distant planet without gravity – ejects ?
Is it that I repel ?, instead of attract.
Is reality ?, for me, anything beyond abstract
and truly above contact ?, - such a pity
to get down and dirty, get to the nitty-gritty.
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A beam of energy, a wave of light, a speck of dust
in the vacuum cleaner bag of space, brought to light
within the vast womb of our universe, have I been.
My life’s impression being, being that speck of dust,
which, speck, upon speck, upon speck, upon speck
of dust gathers, accumulating upon my soul.
Dust to dust, atom to atom, gas to gas, a planet to create
until all is to heavy, I no longer am able to carry the weight.
The weight become so unbearable, these shoulders
begin to droop, drop off – back to dust, to atom, to energy,
to that vacuum cleaner bag, to the universes womb, there ,
once again to start it all over, back on the merry-go-round.
Maybe ?, a lighter load ?, a brighter road ?,
a much better story that could be told ?
What will carry us to the next time ?
What path will we walk next time ?
What journeys will be ours next time ?
Maybe ?, when it becomes next time,
and we gather, are carried into ?,
I might impart something of value,
a new start to help carry them through,
after they have been dropped off
- blown away by the winds of times passing –
to create their own planets, live their own lives,
their own experiences without influencing
the gardener with a world of negative forces,
what has seemed a lifetime of negative energy.
B. J. “A” 2
January 19th 2003
November 17 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 14-15
Key Verse – Acts 14:26 … They had been recommended to the grace of God for the work which they fulfilled.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS GRACE
AS WE FULFILL HIS WORK
Praise be to God for His grace as we fulfill His work, being His:
Saints through His secured salvation
Stewards midst His satisfying sustenance
Servants along His strong settled steadfastness
Sowers around His supplication-seal with Scriptures’ seed
Students through His sanctification for safeguarded standards
Acts 15:4 Praise be to the Lord for enabling us
to declare His greatness while:
Glorifying His glowing grace
Going along His girding Gospel
Grasping His gripping guidance
Giving by His gearing generosity
Growing by His governing goodness
Acts 15:35 Praise be to the Saviour for
helping us to continue in His grace as we:
Pursue after Him through His principles
Ponder about Him with His precepts
Praise Him midst His prominence
Prefer Him with His promises
Prioritize Him purposefully. Amen!
November 17, 2024