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To the tatterdemalions of the mind
Contradictions cannot be combined
How does one account for abstract entities
When a worldview is based in only what it sees?
Between fallacies and faith the debate unfurls
Atheists and Christians see each other as churls
Questions of mind or of matter and motion
Generalizations swim in a transcendental ocean
Redefining claims accusations arise
But spiritual growth is not veiled in disguise
Stages and standards Jesus said of fruit and tree
Critique falls short where reason should be
Tu Quo Que and ad hominem fallacies wined and dined
The atheist worldview can’t account for the truth we find
Agnostics linger on the threshold of knowing
Come on in atheists to the river that’s flowing
Yet in the end faith stands in both camps
A humorous note for philosophical tramps
For abstraction both sides do lay claims
Rise up to God standards or go down in flames
September 28 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Haggai 1-2, and Zechariah 1-4
Key Verse – Haggai 1:7 Thus saith the LORD of hosts; Consider your ways.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR STIRRING US
TO CONSIDER OUR WAYS
Praise be to God for stirring us
to consider our ways against:
Discouragements through His driving direction
Disaster-dearth along His dutiful dealings
Detriment with His distinct don’ts
Dread by His dependable deeds
Despair along His defense
Haggai 2:4 Praise be to the Lord for
strengthening us to serve Him as He:
Enables us for our enhancement
Equips our energy by His encouragement
Enriches our efforts along His exhortations
Expands our exposure toward His exaltation
Establishes our earnestness through His empowerment
Zechariah 1:3 Therefore say thou unto them,
Thus saith the LORD of hosts; Turn ye unto me, saith
the LORD of hosts, and I will turn unto you, saith the LORD of hosts.
Praise be to the Creator for instructing us
to turn unto Him for His:
Assured help
Affirming hopefulness
Active healing, hoisting our health
Affective hand that hinders our hurts
Awakening we must acknowledge for our holiness
Zechariah 2:13 Praise be to the Saviour
for dwelling in our midst with His:
Blessings by His faithfulness
Building-up for our faith
Benefits of freedom
Bountiful fueling
Blooms’ fruits
Zechariah 3:2 Praise be to the Almighty
for rebuking us:
Strongly along His statutes for our stubbornness
Sharply through His Scriptures for our sinfulness
Smartly by His standards for our selfishness
Strictly to sanction our slothfulness
Sincerely for our spirituality
Zechariah 4:10 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for His eyes that:
Watch our worship
Wake us from wavering
Warn us against worldliness
Witness our worthless waywardness
Wink not as He works for our winning. Amen!
September 28, 2024
God calls all people to believe
divine truth being the true source
giving biblical evidence to be so
showing His power life changing force
Whether mankind decides to follow this
God will not allow His truth to fall
for He’s promised it will abide for ever
challenging all to obey His gospel call
But here He assures that all must stand
before the God of judgement no less
for if they reject His holy standards
His condemnation await those who digress
God detests unbelief being such a serious sin
for it blocks the way to God’s righteous path
they’ll be left to believing Satan’s wicked lies
condemning themselves God’s righteous wrath
(Romans 1:20-32)
March 31 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 9-11
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 9:8 Blessed be the LORD thy God, which delighted in thee …
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DELIGHTING IN ME
Thank You for delighting in me, though I’m not deserving
Because You love me with Your mercy that’s securely saving
Being Your redeemed child by Your grace so reviving…
Blessed am I bountifully through Your provisions I’m receiving.
Thank You for delighting in me, though I’m not worthy
Because You reach out to me through Your compassion that’s truly lengthy
Being Your adopted heir by Your riches so wealthy…
Blessed am I abundantly, making me spiritually healthy.
Thank You for delighting in me, though I’m not faithful
Because You care for me with Your comfort that’s undoubtedly helpful
Being Your chosen steward by Your calling so purposeful…
Blessed am I definitely as You let me enjoy life that’s peaceful.
Thank You for delighting in me, though I’m not perfect
Because You know me with Your wisdom that’s beyond human intellect
Being Your sanctified saint by Your righteousness so direct…
Blessed am I assuredly along discipleship inside Your will’s project.
Thank You for delighting in me, though I’m not able
Because You strengthen me with Your might that’s powerfully capable
Being Your commissioned servant by Your mandate so inescapable…
Blessed am I dutifully in Your act, enabling me to be responsible.
Thank You for delighting in me, though I’m not yet mature
Because You develop me with Your molding that’s greatly the best gesture
Being Your sent-out soulwinner by Your instruction so clear for faith-venture…
Blessed am I joyously while upheld by Your standards of holy posture.
March 31, 2022
Autumn though of herself as a kind soul,
and she took great pride in her compassion,
she believed things could be made perfect,
and her voting reflected this fashion.
She was to see that the wealth was shared,
and that people were nice in their words,
since so few out there ever recognized
how what they said could offend and disturb.
If folks would only learn some basic tact
then everything would run more smoothly,
and she was so glad to help elect leaders
who would take a strong stand against ‘hate speech.’
One day she saw on social media
a report about a conspiracy man
who liked to breath fire when he spoke his mind,
so the tech giants all had him banned.
But she didn’t think that much about it,
she’d never liked that fellow anyway,
so she shrugged it off as unimportant,
and mindlessly went about her day.
A month later she saw some new footage
of men’s right activists under attack,
for trying to change the family courts
they were set upon by hoodlums in black.
But Autumn did not care much for their cause,
opposing women was beyond the pale,
why listen to fools who had never been told
that the future ‘belonged to females?’
A year after that a church made the news
when it refused to marry two men,
the pastor tried to explain his reasons,
but ‘Anti-fascists’ just threw rocks at him.
Autumn just shook her head at the scene,
had not the pastor heard of the new laws?
Who was he to claim that he knew the truth?
To exclude folks on the word of his ‘God?’
Three months later, in campaign season,
a brash man roused the crowds with his rants,
said all sorts of things she found horrible,
it was really getting out of hand.
And when the networks block out all his ads,
and refused to cover his rallies,
Autumn felt that peace had been restored,
there were ‘standards’ to democracy.
Then a year later a new judge declared
that ‘hateful words’ were not protected,
Autumn was glad, progress would be made!
She eagerly waited for what lay ahead…
Over the next two years many people
ran afoul of this new ‘moral code,’
it started with fines, then came prison time,
hundreds, then thousands, to the jails did go.
Autumn started to feel a bit uneasy
at all the chaos that it had caused,
but every change came with some trial,
and those people had broken the laws...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
One who seats in a soft turning
Sofa lessened with the pride
of hopping and relaxed foams.
Turning the leaves of booklets,
Caressing the depth of hidden
figures.
He takes up the crying object,
Filled it tears on the seductive
pages of the leaflet.
Then after the leaflet is soaked.
He's gone with '7.5 billion naira'.
And.....
One who's been famished.
Striving to meet the standards
of the toads. Lurking under the
shelter of penury,given as a
token to abject poverty.
Being drowned in ocean of
indecision. He measures the path
of the market to get his worm
pleased by claiming what's not
out to be claimed.
Then he was caught: Anxious tyre,
Mensurated petrol,Elating matches
dazes and escorted him to the realm.
Who is supposed to die?
The former or the latter?
Who is the thief?
17:01:09:18:30
I thought the landscape burst in sudden flame
with embers wild cavorting in the glare
of dawning sun, but boundless sparks became
a throng of monarchs flitting through the air
above a field as though on charcoal ash
that gusts of wind then carry as they gyre.
From wings illumined spread the brilliant flash
of pixie dragons breathing threads of fire
as fine as frog hair glinting in the slow
emission of the morning's creeping light
that struck the gloom with every lambent blow
until each wizard shadow was in flight.
The tartan tiger eye that draped the glade
was blazoned on the pinions as they flew
like flower petals of the clans arrayed
in Lilliputian combat on the dew.
A cadence of disheveled leaves they fell,
these butterflies upon the turrets mean,
escarpments and fay parapets to quell
the mist ascendant from the April green,
then rose again like prodigies from smoke
that came to cloak them from the murky foe,
kaleidoscopes of flutterings that broke
the cling of darkness with emerging glow.
By noon the burnished battle scene had cleared
as dandelions waved their vanquished whites,
the gleaming copper standards disappeared
and I relinquished images of sprites.
Or are we included all along, just not privy to the.
visibilty path of our fog laden destinations, looking.
long.
Into the ignorant bliss of the Forests of delusion we.
come from.
It's cloud filled brow drawn like a realm of.
hover crafted echelons of benefactory, pastels
above starlit City eye, in colors daquiri, puntuated by.
dream's neon whorings.
Morpheusaphrodite satellites beaming
a light in the defiled darkness-enveloped in a dare
to insult with slights if we stave off our Man made.
mares and stripes.
Long enough to appreciate.
Golden rays of Moonrise re-flowering its carnality,
illuminate, virgenic, blessing its adoptee initiate.
Truly rich to be knighted in Luna's gypsy dowery,
Lunacy's fortunate.
Doting on us like a little Mother of the Mothers,
doing Motherings-incarnate.
Pearl drops crowning her crest with silvery beams.
Perihelion Epithelium of Periwinkle and jestful,
chestful female things.
Calming in its breach of
the sun's shining shadow
a golden shimmer of feathered eaves.
Tractor gleam by starglazed starbright
and vivid gif.t body meme.
Forgoing the sight of our dead beliefs
and its laid misery.
Bequeath to acquiesce of our earthen depths, scavengers of what lies underneath.
Through though our Pomp, of our naivety nativity ignorance romp.
Our shipwrecked alliance out at sea
of lamp-lit city streets of res-dissident addressors
in searching of the living,
seasons christened by sinners, orphanage blessers.
Dancing beneath, the sky in open defiance in
crystal authority and double battle standards of virtue signalling with our at the behesterds swords.
I wake in my dream of organic greenscreening.
sortis of sorting of sorts to
taste electronic breath as if it was a play of divinity
plans revealed and pardoned by a Galliant leige,
and Lord of Lords and a wink from a Poet and a Bard.
Blinks. Back to sleep.
Sails gliding on the shimmering sea,
don't be hasty to engulf silence
as the chapel's choir engages in a spiritual oratorio praising Him;
an octave higher or lower brings
their inspirational hymn to a desired sound of felicity...
those tones that the loud organ makes!
We, as they, are lifted by the sustenance of faith,
too pure and orthodox to extinguish our oneness of spirit;
adhering to rigid standards and beliefs...forbidding sin
to feed on its vain opprobrium and oppress purity!
We, as they, dwell in this oracle to outshine indefinitely,
and outreach every unreachable and unconquerable limit!
Sails gliding on the shimmering sea,
watch the advancing sunrays osculate the waves of the harbor,
and the optical images that reality conveys!
See the ospreys which learn their skill by osmosis...
that even the ovenbirds can't acquire;
hear the believers's proclamation presaging and predicating unity!
Irreverent and doubtful soul, don't pursue vanity:
don't be similar to a prancing horse that surprises the rider;
don't prattle when foolishness becomes a hangover!
You have put too much effort into exhibiting your valor...
hardly serving a purpose and be totally useful;
be like the sails gliding on the shimmering sea!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
February 6 Scripture Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 1-5
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 1:21 Behold, the LORD thy God hath set the land before thee: go up and possess it, as the LORD God of thy fathers hath said unto thee; fear not, neither be discouraged.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR SETTING THE PROMISED LAND BEFORE ME
Thank You for setting the promised land before me
---against attacking sinfulness
With Your glowing holiness
To enable me to dwell in Your righteousness
Which takes my feet to the mount of sanctification-cleanliness.
Thank You for setting the promised land before me
---against lurking deception
With Your guarding truth’s fortification
To establish me to grow in Your standards’ function
Which settles my mind at the plain of Bible-declaration.
Thank You for setting the promised land before me
---against dismaying fear
With Your girding courage-gear
To uphold me to reside in Your kindness-cheer
Which carries my trust to the hill of steadfast faith-steer.
Thank You for setting the promised land before me
---against smiting carnality
With Your governing authority
To lead me to follow toward spirituality
Which ushers my stewardship to the vale of service-opportunity.
Thank You for setting the promised land before me
---against towering pride-posture
With Your gripping meekness-feature
To teach me to humble down in prayerful gesture
Which drives my heart from the wilderness of disobedience-venture.
Thank You for setting the promised land before me
---against distressing misery
With Your guiding victory of heavenly glory
To exhort me to continue in sharing the Gospel story
Which blesses my life in Your kingdom’s territory.
February 6, 2022