Long Surrender Poems
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(To the tune of "Edelweiss"... kinda)
Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ,
In the Eucharist You greet me.
Small and white, Love's pure Light,
You love me so humbly and sweetly.
Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity!
Word made flesh -- forever!
Bread of Life, Emmanuel,
God with us, now... forever!
Mercy Divine, how to define,
Your omnipotence, so tender...
With us You trod, for Father God,
Lead me, Lord, I surrender!
You are the Way, the Truth, and Life,
Son of God... and Mary,
Redeemer mine -- for all mankind,
Mediator to our Father.
Suffering-- Servant,
By Your wounds, I am healed.
Looking upon --You-- I've pierced,
Heart of Mercy revealed.
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Scripture references:
~Bread of Life (John 6)
~Word made flesh (John 1:14)
~Emmanuel, God with us (Matthew 1:23, Isaiah 7:14)
~Way, Truth, Life; Mediator (John 14:6)
~Suffering Servant etc. (Isaiah 53)
~"They will look upon Him Whom they have pierced"
(Zechariah 12:10, John 19:37)
Other references:
~"Love's pure Light" (Silent Night hymn)
~Eucharist phrases (Catechism of the Catholic Church)
~my heart
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Walking in circles under the dripping canopy's leaves,
repeating a sentence someone gave him at twenty.
Terrorise your enemies.
The world moved on while he stood still,
saluting the old invisible flag.
Stand your ground.
Voices called his name from the edge of the trees,
but every kindness sounded like a trick.
Never surrender.
Counting the years by how many ghosts went silent,
the mission remained loud in his head.
Hold the line.
Better to starve than admit the hunger was pointless,
rather be feared than feel foolish.
Show no retreat.
It is not truth that convinces him,
but a formal command,
stepping out of the past.
"Lay down your arms."
So, Onoda walked out of the jungle at last,
wearing three decades of orders as his only story.
His identity.
To Dis a Ray
Tim felt prismatic and took off his polychrome Ray Bans
He had to revisit his novella and needed undistorted vision
To sort out gems from false gold and writer’s confusion
Had he really been so blinded with bands full of colour
Why were so few synonyms for variegations of rainbows
Was he too cheerful or flippant as an unredeemable scribe
The paper oozed with pots of gold and layers of colour
Chakras went up and down spines of meditation and joy
Jesters wore crowns and purple attire to rise from below
Clouds were made for the twilight of tranquil surrender
As he had to write all Peace in pastels on the fabric of hope
Was he really a utopian fantasist who shines through my pages
Repetitive maybe but the mist mixed with sunshine above
Droplets of kindness painted a picture of perfection’s illusion
He had to tweak it because even climbing roses had thorns
So many words in the canon and chorus of dreams and delight
Revising a story amounts will not hinder narration and license
Maybe he will just dis one ray from his tale and see how it goes
17th November 2019
I saw him in the corridor —
my mind stopped for a moment,
all my emotions rushing back,
stunned, yet I kept walking.
Once I was away,
I crossed a wall —
and broke down,
tears flowing down my cheeks,
words unsaid I couldn’t hold.
I wanted to stay,
to hold on to him,
but I needed to go —
to let go for my peace.
I saw his photo,
blurred by falling drops,
memories flashing like lightning,
wishing I could just drop dead.
If only this pain would stop —
I can’t hold on anymore,
I’m standing on the cliff’s edge,
hesitating to take that final step.
The heaviness in my heart,
the lump inside my throat,
a clash of hope and surrender —
begging my mind to accept the fate,
to face the harsh reality:
it’s time to let go.
A lady once called herself “Numbnuts”
Now that was totally uncalled for
The sweetest filly I've ever did know
Must chastise her, give her what for
Next time I see her, if I see her again
Gonna plant a big smacker on her lips
That'll teach her, this long lost filly
Also gonna grab her round the hips
Gonna squeeze her hard, not too hard
Till she yells, “I surrender, Jack”
Might let go but there's no guarantees
Still haven't lost my knack
So my sweet darling Lady Numbnuts
I'm eagerly awaiting the time
I'll once again plant a wonking big kiss
And feel that feeling sublime
© Jack Ellison 2014
September 2 Scripture Meditations Based on Habakkuk 1-3
Key Verse – Habakkuk 3:2 O LORD, I have heard thy speech, and was afraid: O LORD, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR REVIVING ME
Thank You for reviving me with Your righteousness
Against wickedness of iniquities’ filthiness
To sanctify me for heavenly pursuits through Your holiness
As You shield my soul from evil sinfulness.
Thank You for reviving me with Your compassion
Against spoilage of violence-contention
To protect me for kind deeds along virtuous transformation
As You guard my heart from strife’s destruction.
Thank You for reviving me with Your wisdom
Against decisions of foolishness’ boredom
To direct me for biblical truths in advancing Your kingdom
As You guide my mind from humanistic atheistic freedom.
Thank You for reviving me with Your might
Against dealings of treachery’s blight
To empower me for pleasant faith-acts of Your delight
As You strengthen my trust from unbelief’s sight.
Thank You for reviving me with Your mercy
Against afflictions of bitterness’ persistency
To help me for sincere service by Your fervency
As You pull my spirit from wrath’s despondency.
Thank You for reviving me with Your presence
Against gloominess of desolation’s silence
To cheer me up for joyful worship upon Your divine license
As You bless my life from offences’ prevalence.
Thank You for reviving me with Your authority
Against disobedience of rebelliousness’ tenacity
To control me for submissive surrender to Your sovereignty
As You uphold my confidence from selfish vanity.
September 2, 2022
A lover
Not a fighter
Excuse me, I rephrase...
He does fight, not literally
But for a love
He used to call his own
His gentle hands
Has never held a rifle
for there's only love
In his searching eyes;
Eyes that have never seen
The ravages of war
He wages a battle
In love's battlefield
A love once his
Now someone else's
A white flag of surrender
He'll never wave
Until he captures again
His former lover's heart.
Date written: 08/29/2001
Once I have been to that city-
the city of ritzy splendor and hoary grandeur,
a gargantuan pile of steel and granite.
It stood an enigma on the banks of Hudson,
lulling the waves to sleep in the garish light of neon bulbs
with an eternal tumult heating up its nerves.
Walking down its streets, eerie scenes scurried past-
men and women- of all climes and continents
all ethnic denominations, all shapes, sizes and colors,
blonds, brunettes, blacks and whites,
tourists and nomads, in flashing styles
outlandish costumes, tonsured, dyed and tattooed,
speaking different dialects, trundling down busy streets
that never go still with sleep and awakening
where each day is an eternity and each night- a New Year’s Eve
a banal hubbub- a hoarse discordant clamor!
Broad roads that stretched endless seemed to lose themselves
like the mazy tangle of complex minds,
and pavements littered with a thousand moving feet.
In this hurricane of faces with fleeting passions
or fixations of their own, what chemistry could I discern?
A zest for life--or its absence? A search for a life lost in living?
a fight for survival or a passive surrender to the inevitable?
ARTEGOUS MADE HIS IN RING DEBUT
WEARING A RED ROBE
WITH SILVER RHINESTONES
WITH THE WORDS
" KING ARTEGOUS "
ON THE BACK. HE WAS ACCOMPANIED
BY "DYNAMO"YWINKLE WESTLING
IT WAS SAID THAT HE WOULD
HAVE AN OPPORTUNITY TO BE HIMSELF
BY ALLOWING A WORLD WATCH HIM WRESTLE
SAID A MEMEBR OF THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP COMMISION
( the over sight board>>>><<< WHICH REGULATES THE RANKINGS
AND CALLS TO ACTION THE RULES OF CONTENTION, AND
CONTRASTS AND NEGOCATES THE DEALINGS BETWEEN THE
COMPANY, THE WRESTLERS( AND MANAGERS), AND
THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE.
THIS OVERSIGHT GROUP ALLOWS THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE TO DO IT'S JOB
BY REMINDING THE COMPANY OF IT'S OBLIGATIONS
TO THOSE WHO HAVE PROVENED THEMSELF WORTHY
OF CHAMPIONSHIP OPPORTUNITIES.
THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE HAS THE RIGHT TO MOVE MEMBERS OF CONTENTION
( THOSE RANKED NUMBER ONE TO NUMBER TEN)
ABOVE THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER:
BUT IT CAN NOT
TAKE AWAY A NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS RIGHT TO
BE RANKED NUMBER ONE)
THIS RULE S VOID WHEN THE COMMITTEE VOTES AND THE
VOTE IS COUNTED AS A TIE. THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE CAN
ALLOW A CONTENDER TO BE RANKED ABOVE THE NUMBER ONE CONTDER
IN THE FOLLOWING SITUATIONS
1. INJURY
2. ABSENCE
3. TARTINESS
4. FOUNDED NOT ADHERING TO THE RULES
5. UNWILLING TO SURRENDER A TITLE IN THE COMPANY( OR ANOTHER COMPANY)
6. CONTRACT RESTRICT THE CONTENDER FROM USING CERTAIN MANEUVERS
IN AREAS WHERE MANEUVERS ARE BANNED.
7. IF A MEMBER OF THE STATE ATHLETIC COMMISION REFUSES TO ALLOW ( A MASK, A RINGSIDE MANAGER, OR IF THE IF THE STATE HAS RULES PROHIBITING CERTAIN POST MATCH OR PRE MATCH CEREMONIES)
8. IF THE CONTRACT IS LIMITED TO TITLE MATCH AND NO REMATCH UPON TITLE CHANGE, THE COMMITTEE CAN APPOINT THE NUMBER TWO CONTENDER TO BE TIED AT NUMBER ONE UNTIL THE DISPUTE OR NEGOCATIONS HAVE BEEN STTLED,
BUT UPON A TITLE CHANGE WITHIN THIS WINDOW, THE TIED SITUATION CANNOT BE SOLVED UNTIL THE CURRENT NUMBER ONE CONTENDER IS EITHER DEFEATED OR DISQULIFED TO CON COMPETE AGAINST THE CHAMPION.
9. THE COMPANY PRESIDENT DIVIDEDS HIS/ HER LOYALITY AND NAMES NEW CONTENDERS. THUS
10. THIS GIVES THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE THE RIGHT TO ALLOW BOTH CURRENT AND OUT GOING CONTENTION MEMEBERS
TO EITHER COMPETE TO COMPILE A NEW LIST OR WITHDRAW AND START FRESH AT THE BOTTOM OF THE RANKINGS
If we make our bodies pure and clean,
More balanced, whole—just as they’re meant to be seen,
No sickness thrives where care is sown,
Through mindful steps, our health has grown.
We strive for strength, for lives made whole,
For wellness dwelling in body and soul,
To ease the weight of pain and strife,
And lessen the burdens that trouble life.
For we are human, flawed within,
Touched by the heavy hand of sin,
Yet called to rise, to stand anew,
With hearts made strong and spirits true.
So we surrender, we choose His way,
Let God’s own will in us hold sway,
Becoming more like Christ each day,
With the power to keep temptation at bay.
For though the enemy seeks to destroy,
To steal our peace and rob our joy,
Through Jesus’ strength we stand our ground,
And send him fleeing when faith is found.
So let us cleanse both flesh and soul,
Make broken spirits restored and whole,
I choose this path—both strong and true…
To live renewed—now what about you?