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Before, I was curious of my existence-certainty
As my soul sought for eternal security
To overcome feeling of being empty
Since I must admit burdensome iniquity
Imprisoning me around sense of vanity
Fortified upon worthlessness and futility---
Oh, I yearned to escape from this woe’s intensity…
Drawing near to God*, confessing that I am guilty
My heart is blest with freedom’s purity
Toward meaningful existence along blissful serenity
Having received pardon and gracious divinity
Granted with everlasting life’s verity
Marked by sublime surety beyond immortality---
Yes, I praise the Lord for His compassion’s bounty!!!
Grateful for the Saviour’s triumphant liberty
My spirit rejoices in His assurance-immutability
Driving me to fulfill my roles along faith-propped duty
Toward Gospel declaration and ministerial acts’ propensity
Sharing His love, grace, peace, mercy sans scarcity
As His steward mindful of spirituality’s accountability---
Now, I live for HIM with joyous existence, radiating vibrant beauty.
*James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.
January 14, 2022
2nd place, "This or That, Vol 15- An Existential Curiosity" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/18/2023.
December 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 8-10
Key Verse – Revelation 8:4 And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO VALUES
THE PRAYERS OF THE SAINTS
Praise be to God Who values the prayer of the saints midst:
Disasters by His compassion’s devotion
Detriments along His command’s direction
Denials around His clemency’s drawing delight
Deteriorations with His charges’ driving dominion
Discouragements through His calling’s determination
Defiance toward His cleansing’s distinguished demand
Destructions upon His consecration’s discretion against deceit
Revelation 9:4 Praise be to the Lord for granting us His seal of:
Salvation security by His sacrifice
Sanctification settlement from sins
Satisfaction sufficiency against scarcity
Standard supremacy along His sovereignty
Statutes’ steadfastness through His Scriptures
Supplication-surety status upon spiritual stability
Success in our sincere servanthood and stewardship
Revelation 10:7 Praise be to the Saviour for
finishing His mystery that:
Expresses His triumphant greatness
Exposes His trustworthy goodness
Exclaims His tested gloriousness
Explains His touch of gentleness
Echoes His true graciousness. Amen!
December 27, 2024
It’s… kind of small
One bunk bed that’s all
Oh! A toilet and a basin
A squeeze for me and Jason
Who would have thought we’d end up here?
It’s dirty and smells of fart and beer
When I see the host I will complain
This is ridiculous, it’s utterly insane
It’s my first time here, with a stranger
How could they do this, placing my life in danger
They call this a holiday? Huh!
I’ve been in better by far
The walls are a peeled, tobacco yellow,
I suppose in a crude way it could be cosy and mellow
Seems like they take pride in their security
Well in this neighbourhood it must be a surety
Jason lies there in his bed
Drooling and moaning, holding his head
Uh! Here comes the host, maybe we can change all this
“Hello Mr. Hall you’ve been arrested for drink driving while being pissed.”
What? so this is not a hotel?
O, Mortal Goddess of the Heavens Seized,
Whose Name, pleasant, doth make my heart to quake
There’s naught I would not bravely do to please
Thee well, all wisdom, surety, I would forsake,
If only you would draw nigh unto me...
There is no better thing than that bright hope
That I, once more, may see your holy face!
There is no sand, wov’n into better rope
Than that from which I weave my perfect grace:
That I may hold thee soon against my heart,
That I, thy tears may with my kerchief dry,
That you will come to me by Heaven’s Art,
And we will bide awhile, you and I.
But if this cannot be, then I must climb
The mountains’ rocky faces, turn back time.
In the darkest gloom I have only dreamt
As many can’t; though slumber sent
As many gently slept; I cannot sleep
With rest disturbed from rancid dreams
From the beginning of life I could never awaken
The sorrow and pain that many have forsaken
Hearts turn to stone; as I have three
And none were ever given to me
Why- has the lights of youth, in dawns caressed
Do they shake in dreary storms redressed?
From every dream of bad and good
An obscurity that haunts my blood:
From all mountains, or the hills
From the black beak of the river mills
From a moon that hides behind a turning sun
In its glory revealed for everyone
From every killer’s lullaby
That has passed beside me in the night
From the power and surety of every aftershock
With the world taking my ticking clock
The alarm…ever merciful, never goes off
Regardless of kingdom, class or division,
Whether labelled exotic, tropical or wild,
All white flowers are favored by my vision
As pure perfection, peaceful and undefiled.
White blooms whisper a symphony crescendo,
Dancing and thrilling my inner light with awe.
Ivory buds melt stress snarls to a mellow,
Spiritually enhancing, soul deep thaw.
My inner spark glows fresh, pristine elation
Beholding white petals thick, crisp purity.
Vivid white softens life with calm creation
Of unsullied, ideal clustered surety.
White flowers grow innocent serenity
Displays with chaste, passionate, pacifist ways
To gift bouquets of velvet tranquility
And genuine, snow-calm softness to my days.
“Nothing Real can be threatened
Nothing unReal exists
Herein lies the Peace of God”
from : A Course in Miracles
_______________________
aah, dear people, know Reality !
this path is no path at all, yet every
path lead heretofore, a surety
as alpha and omega swings
it swirls in whirly winds, calling
bringing sting or bling as Exalted
ignites every shadow stalling
narrow or wide in kind
blissfully fine ~
choose whichever path as way
to brook the truth from struth
testaments or wisdom books —
Void, though Heartful, material
and immaterial, holds no cobbles
tracks, sermons, gurus or mantras
quarks attune to All’s voiceless
unseen buoys ________reflect
oh, people, know Reality !
veracity lets you plunge so deep
dreams shatter, lids bleep, Awake —
to begin is breath within breath
under nostrils, mere observation
will energise, sing not vicissitudes
sensations within rising and passing
transmute without, like driblets in ocean
Release ! for on its own gently sows
as essence to dust bring pumpkins to
reap or lonely weeds, it matters not
Reverence triumphant above, below
integration of opposites rattles mettle
to burnish furnishes spirit, grid free
circular into pyramid, then merkaba
pentagon temples bare, pathless
path contains them all in stall
moving sanguine smooth, ungrooved
rise the wise who know that they
know, lean is fat, crown a hat —
all garbs we wear to aware, tear
in despair, seasons cycle ripe pears
withers, rebirth __spiral up, limpid
Exalted knows every umbrage
for it is His to witness choices
dwell present precious, surrendered
His Will kills not any mocking bird in
vain, sane is pathless path ordained
….reflect
oh monk ! we know we have
heretofore begun, virtues embraced
wholly our spirits will ascend, refine
all was chosen before we journeyed
on moving sands, dined, mourned
searching —
aah, dear monk, our living light within
unfolds steady ______we reflect (...)
by and by pure thousand petalled lotus
culminate — we nurture, imbue, exude
Reality’s path certainly is pathless !
________________________
He has an appointment,
In the Big Smoke,The Great Wen
and if successful I will of course provide indubitable support, keep in touch, on occasion visit.
He reveals "It's with an artist."
"Wow, anyone I know". "What's the job?"
"Unlikely Dad, but he's massively respected in his field....tattooing. It's not an interview. I'll be back tomorrow after he's finished."
Following realisation all I can muster is "Cool" a poor attempt at acceptance.
We go through the expected. Surety. Who? What? Where?
It was always going to happen.
A music production degree without body art is, I believe an auto fail.
And deep down I wished it was me, confident, carefree, au courant,
Once I possibly was, so I'll tell him it looks sensational, cool.
With love’s purity
you offered me with sincerity
assurance toward “till death do us part” certainty
of joyous "one-flesh"* security...
confident to receive my affirmative surety.
Decades ago, you’re hopeful of our altar date
upon your insistence midst persistent prayer-state…
yet, knowing that with steadfast faith against jesting fate
the Sovereign’s answer is never late...
courageously, you accepted that I'm not meant to be your lifetime mate.
Beholding you with your happy family now
while delighting in my special home, ministry can only allow
I’m rejoicing that each of us kept our steadfast vow
to be in the center of God’s will; to Him we submissively bow
since He knows what’s best for us…including every why any how.
Midst agape love binding mine with your heart...
from our blissful memories we can’t depart
you and I never got away from what we did start
to please the Lord, through His entrusted course-chart
vanquishing selfishness and its fatal dart.
*Matthew 19:6 Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
July 7, 2020
2nd place, "The One that Got Away" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 7/7/2020.
April 6 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 9-12
Key Verse –2Kings 9:3 Then take the box of oil, and pour it on his head, and say, Thus saith the LORD, I have anointed thee king over Israel. Then open the door, and flee, and tarry not.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY CALLING’S ANOINTER
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through Your oil of ministering might
Thank You for making me Your servant of stewardship delight
In Your house of worship where I praise and meet You midst prayer-plight
Along Your pardon for every confessed sin-blight.
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through Your proclaiming hand
Thank You for making me as Your messenger upon truth-stand
In Your direction where Your wisdom guides toward promised land
Along Your peace always victoriously grand.
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through Your driving authority
Thank You for making me Your watchman upheld by Your certainty
In Your field where I should sow Gospel seed of eternal life’s surety
Along Your Word of promise of everlasting security.
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through Your instructing assignment
Thank You for making me Your soldier who obeys Your commandment
In Your kingdom where I find peaceful commitment
Along Your faithfulness’ gracious agreement.
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through Your illumining vision
Thank You for making me Your law-follower showing submission
In Your mission pursuits where I participate in Your great commission
Along Your supply of abundant provision.
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through nourishing mercy
Thank You for making me Your covenant-fulfiller midst faith-fervency
In Your will of perfection where I abide against temptation’s persistency
Along Your protection guarding me against inconsistency.
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through Your ruling guidance
Thank You for making me Your partner to labour by Your sustenance
In Your workplace where heavenly treasures are in abundance
Along Your goodness that reigns for revival endurance.
April 6, 2023