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When you gave me your news
The sides of my mouth rose in a maniacal grin
Was this some kind of cruel joke
Blood rushed away from my brain
Leaving me feeling faint
I could not comprehend
The possibility
The reality
Of your mortality
It was like it was happening to me
"How could this be happening to me!"
You have always been here
I know you are not going anywhere soon
But this forces me to see
None of us is here forever
So I will not take you for granted
I will celebrate each moment of our laughter
I will fill up the storehouse of my memories
I will be the giver and receiver of hugs
Smiles will adorn my lips
Still, I will not be afraid of my tears
Today
Yes today
This very day
I will scream
Scream out my anguish
Scream until I release my inner sadness
Until I am endowed with your strength
For you do not allow yourself to wither in pity
You dance
You celebrate what is
Not what is lost
You do what needs to be done
You prepare for battle with a warrior's heart
The blood you have given me
Pumps from my heart
Back to my brain
To my eyes that see you
To my ears that love hearing you
To my hands that enjoy your familiar touch
To my tongue that never tires of talking to you
All the parts of me that fully enjoy
Our time
One day there will be a time beyond us
Yet that time is not now
So for now I will love you
I will appreciate the gift of you
When your time arrives
There is a part of you that will stay with me
The part that I will carry with me
To guide me along my own finite path
Until the time I bring it back to you
into the next world
The place that we will discover
Once and for always
That there is
indeed
Forever!
UNTIE WITH TITHE IF TIGHT
Descend from your boulder of woe
into the vineyard where great men sow;
here is my escape wonder park,
inscribed: Givers Never Lack;
betwixt the valley of indecision & greed
whether to eat or sow the seed.
Seek reference from scripture & read
Malachi three verse ten, which is the in-thing.
You only require "a tenth of everything":
"Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse,
that there may be meat in My house.
Test Me in this, and see if I will not, from heaven,
throw open the floodgates of heaven
and pour out so much blessing feast
that you'll not have room 'nough for it",
says the Lord Almighty,
then your gloom will shine brightly.
Why debate on this when money is vanity.
Loosen your bands with your liberality,
credulously accept Divine reality,
forever forgo fallacious fastidious fellows
and professional pay-hunting "prophets".
If your ancestor and Pathfinder, Abraham, tithed
to King of Salem, Melchizedek (symbolizing God) - being entreated,
(King of Salem means King of Peace),
why shouldn't his offspring also pay tithes?
Don't haggle, only seek what Christ requires:
a dime dole-out from your dearly dollar$
or a penny of your plenty precious pounds.
Will a man rob God & get away...for life?
"Yet ye robbed Me...in tithes & offerings" while baskin' in your strife.
The only remedy is to untie the resultant curse & pain
with timely tithe of your income or gain
in other to enjoy bountiful harvest of rain.
VickWizzy.
Reference: Malachi 3 verse 8 & 10, KJV Bible.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © May 18th, 2020.
It was apostolic tradition that the Church discerned writings
To be included in the list of Sacred Books
This complete list is called the canon Scripture
It includes 46 books for the Old Testament
45 if we account Jeremiah and Lamentations as one
The Old Testament is dispensable part of Sacred Scripture
Its books are divinely inspired and
Retain a permanent value
For the Old Covenant has never been revoked
Indeed
The economy of the Old Testament was deliberately so oriented
That it should prepare for and declare in prophecy in the coming of Father Christ
Redeemer of all men
Even though they contain matters imperfect and provisional
The books of the Old Testament
Bear witness to the divine pedagogy of Eternal God’s saving love
These writings are a storehouse of sublime teaching of Eternal God and
Of sound wisdom on human life
As well as a wonderful treasury of prayers
In them
Too
The mystery of our salvation is present in a hidden way
Christians venerate the Old Testament as true Word of Eternal God
The Church has always vigorously opposed
The idea of rejecting the Old Testament
Under the pretext that the New
Has rendered it void (Marcionism.
There are three types of people in the kingdom of God
The type that are the blessors
The type that are the halfers
And the type that are the receivers
This does not mean that you are only that
It just means it is your main one
God will bless you according to your ability to reciprocate
If you only take and never give
don't be surprised if your storehouse is empty
And you are the one who is expecting a hand out
If you are only giving half of the time
Don't be wondering why it's never full
God gives us the means to fulfill our obligation
He never asks us to do something that we cannot do
Never want us to lose in order to gain
He will give you so you can give
And He will never give you more so you can keep it to yourself
He ordained who is what from the beginning
Know your place
That is the place where you are comfortable with
Don't try to do anything out of your comfort zone
That is not a good place to be
If you are a halfer and all you do is give
You will feel depleted, unsatisfied
If you are the blessors, step up
And never wonder why you never expect anything from people
You get it from Him
If you are the taker, don't complain
Or you will surely hear it from Him
This is how the world is going around
There has to be giver, taker, give and take
Do you know where you are?
From God’s unlimited storehouse of blessings*’ bounty
He rains heavenly bestowments with His sovereignty.
He grants wisdom, discretion, prudence without defilement
He's the Teacher instructing sanctification from sins' detriment.
Completely rescuing from hell’s destruction
The Saviour wrought eternal security of settled redemption.
Giving calmness with serenity’s bliss, midst stressful turmoil
He’s the Prince of peace refreshing against weariness-spoil.
With His strengthening might for faithful stewardship
The Master cheers along His joyous partnership.
In charity’s kindness with complete forgiveness
His pardon loads mercy’s vibrant brightness.
Guarding against iniquities and guilt’s terror
God Who is merciful upholds from fears’ horror.
*Genesis 49:25 Even by the God of thy father, who shall help thee; and by the Almighty, who shall bless thee with blessings of heaven above…
April 17, 2019
my ostrich shell painted with
springbok and entangled daisies
blowing in icy wind
I drink yolk and albuminous
whisperings along rushing waves
we are soft dreams where
a fishing boat stood
buildings now deserted
¥
storehouse freshly painted in ochre
fishing nets drawn alleluia
dreams float with the sardines
drinking coke we celebrate catch
wind skips along Hout Bay shore
daisies clap wild petals yellow
shells smashed we eat boiled yolk
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Do you know that unseen someone is tending the tender leaf? Do you feel the moving spirit behind the ladybird on the tender leaf moving free? Do you think of the force of swiftness in the wake of which birds fly to and fro collecting food? Do you see the care granted by someone that enables them selecting every blade of grass and bit of cloth bit of cotton jute and fiber to create the best of nests? Do you feel such an active Spirit making his home in you and me too, and enabling us to sleep and rise and breath and live? To that Great Spirit of Kindness is my Zenith of Salam.
you are not kind, Lord
You're the storehouse of kindness
We're just your stewards
18 August 2021
Kindness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
The mind is an amazing thing
it's a storehouse of much data
but you can control what gets in there
if it's empty you couldn't have a chatter
But it's not empty that's for sure
filled with effects of life's marks
my mind for sure has been altered
physiologically caused some little cracks
All of life a stammer has mostly ruled
as my mind gace into to its hints
it's told me 'you can't say that'
believed it I did having me fooled
It's a life long journey in your mind
changing attitudes and mental effects
the road is slow round many bends
living in hope straightening my defects
This key to my peison mind turns slowly
learn never give up keep turning it round
remember where I once was to where now
the door of escape will truly be found
(This is written based on a anonymous quote "The hardest prison to escape is in our own mind." )
I sniff at my hands and oh!
Such scent, such ecstasy,
a memory presented to my nose.
But where do we find this block of adorable redness?
It was sold in every shop: lovable carbolic soap,
an aromatic compound, so ruddy, so redolent.
But this is now so rare; it merely
presents itself to my pleading mind -
a psyche that puts forth its arms,
a plea to a storehouse of valuable memory,
a whiff of an echo, an echo of an odour,
an odour that's been sent.
So who remembers, recalls a soap that's not
so round, bright pink, cream, blue or white,
that isn't sold in pretty-pretty paper?
We do so wish to sniff, sniff, sniff at an odour that's so old.
(3 Oct 2023)
Speak to me, Shenandoah!
You're old, and I am young.
In valley down below
And all your hills among,
Dinosaurs have once roamed,
With open, hungry eyes;
Mammoths made you their home
Amid the sheets of ice -
Taller than Mount St. Helen
You once stood on the earth;
Reaching and touching heaven -
Through all the death and birth
You towered, proud and mighty,
Seeing and knowing all,
Parted and yet united -
Each mountain and the whole -
Seeing trees grow and wither,
Animals live and die,
Thunder, tornado, blizzard -
Elements you defy,
But stand, evincing shadow
In the sun's morning rays
Over the forests, meadows,
And in the time and space.
You stood here when the red man
Hunted and roamed the lands,
When the wise, painted shaman
At bonfire, in a trance,
Healed ailments and diseases,
Arrows and spears dislodged
And contacted deceased ones
And spirits in sweat lodge,
And when the white man landed
And drove the red man hence,
You stood in pain and sadness
But let the life advance.
The ages have eroded you -
The water and the wind;
The workers have exploded you
Railways and roads to build -
You are worn out, tired,
Shadow of what you were -
In forests you're attired
Now, as you were before
In ice caps. Appalachia!
You've seen and known it all -
The vagaries of nature,
Tsunamis in man's soul -
Both ignorance and wisdom,
Both viciousness and bliss,
The muteness of deceased ones,
The symphony that lives
In people and in nature
In oceans and the skies:
In beauty and in danger
Life grows and multiplies -
For millions of years
You stood and saw and heard
And caught life unawares
Like, in a trap, a bird
And wrung from its beaked mouth
The universal song:
You are the life's storehouse!
The planet's skeleton!
All lived, died, decomposed
And left its dust in you -
There resting in repose
Under the sky of blue -
And as you see and know
The world, both old and new,
My teacher - Shenandoah -
Give me your wisdom too!