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January 28 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 32-34
Key Verse– Exodus 32:29 For Moses had said, Consecrate yourselves to day to the LORD, even every man upon his son, and upon his brother; that he may bestow upon you a blessing this day.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY CONSECRATION POWER
Lord God, You are my consecration Power…
Always going before me constantly
Thank You for pardoning me whenever I repent of my sins humbly
Forgive my evil thoughts of which I am ashamed guiltily
Please bring me to Your perfect will daily.
Lord God, You are my consecration Power…
Always leading me toward Your worship mount
Thank You for inviting me to be on Your side, and never dismount
Forgive my vanities of worthless amount
Please guard from enemies only You can surmount.
Lord God, You are my consecration Power…
Always carrying me to Your bestowed blessing
Thank You for warning me about plagues of rebelling and cursing
Forgive my disobedience that needs Your cleansing
Please accept me for my faith that desires to be well-pleasing.
Lord God, You are my consecration Power…
Always keeping me in Your protection
Thank You for stripping me of my pride and selfish ambition
Forgive my attitude showing non-submission
Please guide me toward land flowing with milk and honey provision.
Lord God, You are my consecration Power…
Always ushering me to Your tabernacle
Thank You for revealing to me Your mercy of glorious spectacle
Forgive my folly when earthly wisdom is all I want to tackle
Please help me find grace in Your sight to experience every miracle.
Lord God, You are my consecration Power…
Always upholding me upon Your authority
Thank You for enclosing me within Your assured security
Forgive my transgression and iniquity
Please preserve me in Your truth’s integrity.
Lord God, You are my consecration Power…
Always shining on me Your glorious light
Thank You for speaking to me about Your love’s delight
Forgive my hypocrisy of disgusting blight
Please talk to me along prayer and Bible reading for divine insight.
January 28, 2023
Hiking in posh, thick woods
On a hot and hazy day
Finding a dainty, good spot
For backpack down to lay.
A pond is off this trail I trod
With an oh so inviting pool
Stripping down to only skin
At last I start to cool.
Thinking that it’s far away
And off any hiking paths
I skinny dip and lay on rocks
Giving in to this cooling bath.
Not spying a pair of girls
Who also took this trip
I didn’t know I was a show
I think I was a hit.
For having worn pants again
As I got back on a hiking trail
A clapping of girl’s hands I got
And grins that didn’t fail.
For the no U and Me contest. If you find any, let me know.
As I sit under the tree in my garden, my scissors clipping,
My fingers leaves' stripping,
Twigs snapping,
Branches cracking,
The cat by my feet napping,
My mind is busy composing,
My next poem, which you should find gripping,
The page dripping,
With words that need no editing,
Phrases that are enlightening,
Paragraphs to make smiles enchanting,
Subject, not just for the discerning.
The sun that my back, was warming,
Is now dipping,
And a bit too cooling,
So, to inside I will be withdrawing,
For my fingers to start warming,
Enough, for them to set keyboard tapping,
This poem for the sending.
My mind now looking at resting,
While imagining the dinner that has been slowly roasting,
Which I can't wait to be tasting,
With gravy that is now ready for pouring,
And now I have given you an ending,
I hope your mind, you will be employing,
For reading,
And enjoying.
He provides a way out for the broken,
and opens the eyes of hearts unspoken,
and leads us past what our earthly eyes see,
the power of His love that sets us free,
holding us in ways we can't understand,
in knowing not everything is meant for us to comprehend,
only in what he allows us to view,
always through His spirits timing and truth,
characteristics we've asked to understand,
giving us a mirrored reflection of the ones we all have,
issues of the heart we would rather not face,
but sometimes God will allow to come out to restart with grace,
to humble us in ways beyond the world views,
stripping our hearts of strife to turn our eyes back to you,
a muted voice that needed to speak,
the healing begins at the hearts release,
hushed away, the excessive silence,
the covered up perfection of the world that blinds us,
hiding away our voice that God gives our hearts to speak,
breaking chains of bondage...opression's silence decreased,
extrovert and introvert go head to head,
it balances out....the extremes of the strongholds are dead...
Begin by stripping my skin to the bone
Misfortune is baked in layers
Mania in DNA is more than kin
I trust nurture entwined with nature
Tattered veils obscure perspective's light
Shameful gauzes are undressed
Ran madly half-bare to sis's arms
Suicidal wolf cries no longer tempt me
Re-parenting without weed strips me
No more wine ushering the beast
Make abstinence my embalmer
Repatriate this childish soul to the slab
But, bare days are still in need of veils
Nicotine measures hours hemmed
Buried childhood squirms for treason
I have yet to abandon painful threads
Terrors of walking nude will be learned
No parents to steady with hands
This old man-child still wants claps
The past waits for touch inside the tomb
Miles of selfish ribbons unwind clinging
Stand half mummified yet alive
Walk roads of perils on bare feet
My uncloaked condition accepts it's terminal
Life without bandaids is one beginning
My mania unwinds what's hidden
I'll rise from the crypt together
Till ash revealed is cleaved from soul
John 19:41
At the place where Jesus was crucified, there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb, in which no one had ever been laid.
Silence is ever so cold
Strong and bold
Sending a message you better hold
I have been told
Close to your heart
Playing a role part
That cannot compare
When one gives the deadly stare
Powerful as a cussing swear
Where?
The antagonist surely would be scared
Stripping the foe spineless and bare
From the emotional snarly snare
My dear white knight
Respect your editorial opinionated right
Watch the bonfire burn
Ask, what have you learned?
About freedom of speech
And did it teach
Whether the message did reach
The border or the beach
Where many will ponder
Those flying machines throughout the blue yonder
Hoping no one will blunder
While they wonder
Family raising
What are those people saying?
And possibly weighing
That communication builds trust
Certainly, it is a must
Or the enemy will walk in
If no one is talking
Or getting fitter
Only angry and bitter
Cutting the deal
Giving it away, claiming a steal
Land sold
Received trinkets and gold
Price that was rendered
Avoiding being dismembered
Fight back my friend
Simply defend
Speak dialogue honest and true
Is what everyone should do
Liberty will ring
Making everyone dance and sing
Discovering the ace next to the king
Surviving the attack
Getting blackjack
Seizing the chips
Headlining all the news clips
Since freedom of speech is not done
Instead, well thought out chit chat is how the war was won
A black stone with diamonds inside
She shines but you would never know
They hit her but she never falls
They whip her but she never breaks
Speed in her step even though they try to slow her down
Make her fail, just so that they can beat her down
Again and again
But they never get the chance
They tell her she's property
Meant to be owned
Planting plants that their too lazy to grow
In their eyes she's just a cotton-picker
But she knows better than to believe their foolish words
Black as night
But bright as a star
Hard as a diamond
Hard to break
Locked in a concrete box
That's hard to take!
She writes with passion
In the shadows
Hidden from her captures
Writing the truth of her sufferings
Sometimes writing away the reality of her captivity
White clouds surrounding her
Caving in
Watching her every move
So clear but so dark and evil at the same time
She barely wants to move
But she doesn't have a choice
She writes with her heart
Not with her head
Writing is her release
Reading is her consumption
Breathing out then slowly inhaling each and every word
Falling deeper into someone else’s life and wishing it was her own
That’s why she started writing
To create a new reality for herself
Envisioning a world of peace
Released from the cage that she has been confined to
But the cruel world that she has been cursed with by God
Creeps its way up to her neck
Taking hold of any freedom that she had created for herself
In those so few minutes alone
Pulling her from her slumber
Stripping her of her innocents
Marking her with fire
Crippling her into ashes
Making her realize that there is no way out of this alive
She can only pray for that last day to come sooner
The morning sun taking her out of her trans, making her sufferings all the more relevant
A feint attempt to stab myself...
quickly found the missus ready to faint
Like a madman possessed
by mailer daemon lemme acquaint
ye with the following verse, I will bepaint
momentary horror, where yours truly
entered momentary third eye blind rage
loosing violent constraint
nearly thrust knife
into right leg without restraint,
which curtailed prospective martyrdom,
thus scotching, nullifying, denying...
me anointed apostolic saint
plus stripping christened name,
one Matthew Scott,
cuz he threatened to harm himself
invariably with permanent
leg a see did taint
moment of spontaneity
instantaneously vanished without a trace
when irrational brandished
white as a ghostly corpse petrified wife,
who merely felt playfully frisky
I haint kitten,
yours truly reflexively reached
for paring, quartering,
halving deboning, cutting...
said kitchen utensil
nearly sabotaged marriage
finding zee spouse suddenly widowed
(never writing last will and testament,
nor in fact ever drafting first)
as husband almost pitched himself
into wuz bin realm
courtesy short nasty brute
mine generic doppelganger
harkening back to dem good ole days,
when regular altercations occurred
heralding grab regarding lovely bag of bones
birds of prey didst carrion and buzzfeed
scavenging any shred of wedded bliss
which auld lang syne times
well nigh witnessed fisticuff strife,
though these previous half dozen years
considerably less rife and riddled
with expletive strewn epithets
that cut sharper than a dull knife.
Momentary loss of reason
every now and again
finds me skull comfortably numb
just another brick in the wall
reckoning, we don't need no education
acquiring diploma courtesy
hard skool of knocks alumnus
attests he experienced
arduous, horrendous, opprobrious, and venomous
environment pinterest tingly linkedin
with congenital predisposition to anxiety/
panic attacks in toto
enroute visiting Wizard of Ozzy Osbourne.
Twelve royal labors, you faced each challenge hard and mean.
Claimed delicate favors; made good on stripping a warrior queen.
Amazon rider, you jump her bareback as you please.
You get soul deep inside her with the pretty lady on her knees.
You’re never idle, vanquishing lions, and hydras of course.
With harness and bridle, spurring Hippolyta on like a horse.
Amazon rider, you’re just a big shot bully boy.
Sitting firmly astride her is the only thing you enjoy.
Don’t you get tired of being such a tool of the gods?
So self-admired in parlous quests against the odds.
Amazon rider, I have to say I’m not impressed.
You're a cornered spider spinning your ego’s manifest.
So It Does
Gently tickling the tree tops as the giggling leaves frolic and play in the sultry summer sun.
Caressing and cooling the skin, it's fingers run freely through loose lavish locks like no lover can.
Nary a notice when blasting the blades made to siphon it's strength, spinning, working, it solders on consistent, strong, always unrestrained.
Billowing the buxom sails urging ever onward into the unknown daring adventures to be had.
Whispery kisses to majestic mountains takes tiny fractured flecks in time making jagged crests and regal peaks wither in it's wake
Fine desert sand, it's dunes Slithered slowly like waves across the wilderness, suddenly, voraciously with great velocity enveloping the sky, stripping flesh from bone.
Compelling the atmosphere downward thrashing twisting demanding the earth to surrender whatever it desires.
A soaring galactic vortex spun up from the oceans bowels stalking it's victims, dumping it's deadly deluge with ferocity and force.
Shifting sands and powered mills,
dancing leaves and withered hills,
Typhoons swirl and twisters spin
friend or foe, I give you the wind.