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Proverbs 8:17 (KJV) - I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me.
Before the sun crosses the mountains,
Slightly misty just beyond the seas –
There is a passion rising up in my spirt,
A need to chase after the fire, the brilliance
Of the One who silences the wind,
Glistens in the stars and remembers that my
Peace abides because He lives, because
He survives the darkest dread, the doubt
And the despair that create such fear in my head
Before the sunlight reflects the dew glittering
On the leaves, embracing the skinny branches,
Healing the soul with a colorless beauty,
A breathe of richest peace, silencing the darkness
Erasing the worst storms with a powerful
Beauty, a recollection of the sparkling stars,
Shimmering beyond the reach of a heart who
Only remembers the ache, the torturing touch
Feelings, both woeful and willful, urging
My soul to reach out to the One who colors
The entire world in a serenity that flows with light,
A brilliant stream of His paradise – whispering…
Before the morning kisses my cheek, there is a
Sense of the reflections brought to life by Him,
His gentle truth, His sacred reach into my soul
Where I sincerely believe – He is my reason
He is my hope – He makes a way through the sorrow,
He fills me up with a desire as I reach toward the fire
The passion that He stirs when He breathes love
Through the aching spirit that sighs freedom into
The prison of my doubts and fears, erasing the worry
Wiping away each tear with the assurance
That He is alive, inside, where He covers me in grace
That abounds and tears down every wall,
Each sorrow is released to the stars and the
Worst memories, the worst of the past…
Is gone like the hardness that once lived in my heart
He is a good, good God – and my love for Him
Is a love that says, “He spreads His laughter, His
Music, His breath of kindness and creativity…
Through my soul, where I know – I can always be
Certain that He is ALIVE and He is giving me a
Promise of the future, when I’ll be with Him in paradise –
Thanks to His greatest blessing, His greatest sacrifice…
The reason that I’m able to know Him like I do –
Because of His death and His rising – I can know the
Meaning of life, the meaning of love, the meaning
That draws each breath into a smile with that RISING SON!
My life as a spiritual seeker
I am a bless child, A spiritual seeker, I live my life with gratitude and appreciation for humanity, all manner of life is precious.
I embrace the good, bad and ugly that is part of being human, we are all capable of doing evil things, the creator gave us free will to make a choice, on which path that we will follow. Everyday I make a conscious choice to take full responsibility for my words and actions, stop look and listen moving forward with the truth and the courage of my convictions, with love and services for my fellow man and woman.
We are all on a spiritual journey, to find our true selves which leads us to the creator and our spiritual community.
A spiritual seeker is known by their sweet words and their telling of the truth, which is an offence to those who do not want to hear it, followed by their good deeds, virtues and services to others.
Beware of the person who's sweet words blind you to their greed and dangerous corrupt deeds.
The human race has lost its way, we have become computerized, bionictized and metatized.
We do not connect with one another in a spiritual or human way any more
We are losing our ability to think for ourselves with our conscious mind
We are out of balance with the creator, but by the grace of the creator and spiritual seekers world wide sending out prayers every second that humanity and this planet survives.
A spiritual seeker embraces all persons beliefs, knowing that love is the common goal, there is but one creator, who created all things and love is the key.
I have had the privilege and honour on my life's journey to sit at the feet of Sathia Sai Baba, in his ashram in India, spent time in the Canadian mountains with a native Shaman, time in the jungles of Costa Rica with a native Shaman my greatest joy was spending many years in the company of my good friend His Eminence Abuna Yesehaq Mandefro, Archbishop of the Ethiopian Orthodox Tewahedo Church, in the western hemisphere and South Africa, everyone of these spiritual teachers that I have traveled to came to me in recurring dreams over several months and years, before I found the courage to go and seek them, not one of them tried to convert me to their beliefs, they all welcomed me as a child of God.
I do not go any place unless the spirit guides to that place or person
I am a spiritual seeker
Psalms 73:26 (KJV) "My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.”
I’ve worried many times –
How can He save me? I’m so sinful, so errant,
Evil at my core, I think, corrupt in ways I can’t even admit,
How can He give me eternal life when I don’t deserve His sacrifice?
How can He save me from the depths of hell…
When I really deserve that darkness and despair?
If anyone should know the meaning of unworthy, that would be me,
The child who can barely see – how He went to the trouble….
Of saving me from the darkest destruction, the abyss of anguish,
The torment of a place I’ll never see… no, I’ll never know the suffering,
Because Jesus said, believe in me and you’re forever healed,
You’ll forever be mine, a child of the King, a light – however dim,
Who bleeds hope into this dismal world, where there is more doubt,
Than the faith that sustains, the faith that answers the door
When fear knocks boldly, eager to discourage the heart and soul!
I’ve worried many times –
How can He really be mine? I’m such a stumbling mess,
I really must confess – I never can imagine just why –
But He saved me from my doubts, from my fears, from my sins.
He saved me from the worst that I’ve known, the vilest past.
He saved me so I would never know what it means to die in my sin,
Unknown by Him, the One who taught me the meaning of love,
The One who silenced my every worry with the assurance that He…
Is alive inside my heart, burning away the darkest parts
With a light of grace that shines so bright I can barely see,
Yet, I understand – Yes, I was blind, but now I see… Yes, I see
Just what He did for me!
He is here inside my heart, inspiring my greatest hope,
Stirring up prayers and praise – inviting me to grow wiser
Than I’ve ever been, assured of the Presence who is forever
His Holy Spirit, in my heart where I can always be certain of the love
That will never doubt or fade out, love that survives all time,
Love that breathes joy into my life and love that is so kind,
Reflecting the brilliance of His light, glowing throughout all time!
Yes, I’ve worried many times – needless worries
Because He is alive and His spirit abides inside, where I know Him
As mine, forever shining so that I can see eternally –
Forever with HIM, the One who knows no sin!
Tell all the worlds about the treasures found
Renaissance trace spellbound in the ancient form,
Tender and haunting; an era of time curves around
Past the present to a future beset with tech charm.
Historical pages cling romantically to our eyes,
Each epoch defines a sparkling gem of surprise,
Their fluttered rebirth is like stars changing sizes
Release by time flown from the damp demise.
That dip their limbs to bow unto gloss modernity
Like the artist and sculpture, they paint a world.
Of aesthetic peculiarities and lofty discovery,
Longing to find a place soaring free in the soul.
A vault of citadels says much; then said no more
Deep within, ancient wonders rise from the ashes
Talented beauty weaves from centuries we adore,
The time and place asleep in a waste wilderness.
The plague of colors survives in medieval triumph,
England, a literary monument of architect literature.
Finds the noble heart to express cherished breath
Creating the etiquette claimed by French culture.
Such dept alone could not be paid by metamorphism
Humanism fading in a mist has its place in society,
Heightened with extreme lust and erotic mannerism,
Italy removes the conscious veil from bizarre reality.
Ceiling significant through music strings serenade,
Renaissance dazed; allusion lay dreaming half awake
The inquisition of fate went on pilgrimage made,
German sentence commute through the classical gate.
The Netherlands explore and navigate all the distances
Byzantine adherence goes beyond impregnable walls,
depict faces of the Tsars persist in the military hypothesis,
And labyrinths take refuge in Russian banqueting halls.
The richest measured proportion of distilled beverage,
Vodka values more than all the dull limited senses,
Spanish religion repository of the myths and rage
Set the path where new western experience commences.
Portugal selfie, the pinnacle piece that thirsts for commerce
Lisbon flourished paints and medicines with Flemish.
Poland concept and conflict gain border land dominance,
Spice trade rises high and makes indiscreet allusion flourish.
We travel far beyond renaissance to the greatest monument,
When the transition of culture from the middle age evolved
Mesmerized art is a rediscovery of an enduring cultural movement,
The monarch of the Roman Empire renaissance man inspired.
The taste of joy, so crystal clear,
It’s the feeling of a soaring soul,
An escape from chains that take their toll.
Freedom, the right to be yourself,
To speak your mind and not just shelf,
To choose your path and your own way,
And live your life, day by day.
Freedom, the power to create,
To explore new worlds and innovate,
To make your mark on history's page,
And leave a legacy for every age.
Freedom, the promise of a better life,
A world without hate, fear, or strife,
Where all are equal, and none oppressed,
And love and peace forever blessed.
Freedom, the light that guides our hearts,
The dream that drives us to do our part,
To stand up tall and never cower,
And fight for freedom, every hour.
Freedom, the air we breathe,
The wind that blows, the river that flows,
The sun that shines, the bird that sings,
The world that is, and everything.
Freedom, the fire within,
The spirit that soars, the heart that beats,
The dream that lives, the hope that springs,
The will that drives, and everything.
Freedom, the gift of life,
The right to be, the choice to make,
The path to walk, the road to take,
The journey that shapes, and everything.
Freedom, the bond of love,
The peace that reigns, the joy that fills,
The kindness that gives, the mercy that heals,
The grace that saves, and everything.
Freedom, the call of destiny,
The purpose that calls, the mission that drives,
The legacy that leaves, the memory that survives,
The greatness that inspires, and everything.
Freedom, the promise of tomorrow,
The future that waits, the dawn that breaks,
The sky that opens, the horizon that takes,
The world that awaits, and everything.
Freedom, the anthem of the soul,
The song that sings, the voice that speaks,
The prayer that seeks, the faith that believes,
The truth that guides, and everything.
Freedom, the light of the world,
The torch that shines, the beacon that leads,
The symbol that stands, the flag that waves,
The spirit that lives, and everything.
Freedom, the spirit of humanity,
The essence that unites, the power that transforms,
The vision that inspires, the dream that informs,
The legacy that shapes, and everything.
So let us cherish this precious gift,
And let our spirits soar and lift,
For freedom is the hope that we all seek,
The future bright, and never bleak.
As the dusk approaches, with a fusk grunt on his face,
He realizes he has to do what's right;
To save his people from the treacherous minotaur maze,
To risk his life for people in vain.
As the sail shall not be great, he decides to travel with fate.
But truly he thinks it will be wise.
As they set off with the black flags, he promises old deer king they will change
If he survives;
With a glimmering glow from the waters below he sets sail for the island.
Miles and Miles sea after sea the destination comes nearly to a stop
With gusting winds and blushing seas, they’ve made it, at last.
While being stripped of his weapons and armor,
He notices a watching, Deer old princess of the kingdom
While her eyes glimmer at him, he looks away with unsought
Enter the Maze says one of the guards,
They all embark into the cave.
The Princess had given Theseus a sword, as he will use wisely
Standing back in the darkness the children look around,
Nothing but pitch darkness around,
Instead of staying there they decide to explore
But beware of the night before.
With a sword in his hand and rope in the other
He notices a shadow in the darkness,
The children stay back while Theseus steps forward
Confronts the beast with another step forward
With heavy breathing and death on the side
It's time for the fight he thought with a sigh.
With a Shock to the head, Theseus falls back
Gets on his feet and Shocks him back, the minotaur has been wounded
With more hits after and after the minotaur falls with a cry
Tangled in pain Theseus tanks and cut the enemy
Waiting for it to fall
To cell to the floor.
As they embark the ship again,
He comes with the princess to an island,
While he leaves her there they continue off to join the journey
To off to the king with a surprise,
Unlikely they forgot to change the sails from black
To white, so the king decides to do something unright.
The king sees the black sail and knows the worst,
With a jump, he had did
To off the cliff, he had went
So many outs he had made, while Theseus came back
And heard the news
Of the fallen king
With a joust, he had did
With a celebration understood
The newly king has been awakened
But something wasn't right,
All that night he thought of his father
Sitting and pondering with gonder.
©ChandlerFisher_2017
- 252 - fireflies -
phantasy times dream
luminous in the pitch dark -
does not charge in rain…
- 253 - luna -
bewitched by moonlight
it doesn't attack anyone -
loyal companion
- 254 -"trolltunga"
troll's tongue -
walks on the troll's tongue
a spectacular landscape
accept the challenge
- 255 -by sunshine -
huge cushioned mountains
snow shine in the eyelashes -
the soul's strings resting
- 256- frozen lake -
winter on water
transparent freezing of ice -
warm gray woolen socks
- 257 - survives -
off the beaten track
the river behind the barn -
small trees defiant
- 258 - winter sunset -
on heaven's canvas
watch the fire between portals -
blushing with beauty
- 259 - strength -
any type of rose
reaching for heavenly dreams -
the name doesn't matter
- 260 - almost untouched -
a dear place to live
this vibrant winter landscape -
time for enjoyment
- 261 - proximity -
an edge of the sky
the mind's silent guardians -
with life giving warmth
- 262 - forest elf -
before the midnight
wings glistening in dew pearls -
grew up in forest
- 263 - majestic -
bold as foaming waves
watch the sea with eagle eyes -
binocular view
- 264 - frozen -
nature's ice sculptures
an ephemeral beauty -
spirit of winter
- 265 - no chicken feet -
a steaming sauna
enjoy dip in the cold pool -
with resting heart rate
- 266- off and on -
strange whims of winter
thoughts of spring are comforting -
the old winter coat
- 267 - dazzling -
vibrant sunset fades
inevitable twilight -
the night silhouettes
- 268 - snow kiss -
the snowfall of grace
soft touch with a tender kiss -
mercy set me free
- 269 - landscape -
twilight light reflects
on the snow covered mountains -
air is fresh and crisp
26.01.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Psalms 40:3 (KJV) “And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.”
In my soul, lives a night
Constantly waiting to bring its shadow
Across my thoughts, my heart
All the dreams that encourage me to see
Through the gloom, into the grace
Where a fire burns, sparkling with belief,
Rising from the ashes of darkness’ grief
In my soul, lives a fear
Where the war of the spirit sings
Songs of disbelief, doubting
The healing, the comforting, the miracle
Leaving its path over lives who listen
Heed the promises, the guarantee
That His word holds such wisdom,
It is life’s assurance of peace,
Life’s light falling hastily across the one
Who simply believes…
Believes and agrees – this love of His
It silences the suspicion,
Destroys every worry – washes away the fear,
Yesterday’s prayers are silent reminders,
Making the truth rise from its stillness,
Prayers trace the verses that restore and heal,
Verses of hope, faith and love…. Real fulfillment!
Verses inspired by the One who knows us
Like the wind knows the trees
In all of their divinity, warring with the breeze
They tremble and gasp, leaving light
Beyond the shadows, where life is more than
Faded dreams, more than bleeding griefs,
More than what we can see…
Life is a place where you and me,
We can appreciate, through the sorrows, the dismal
Grief… into the forever, where we have the victory,
The reminder that, with Jesus…
There is a love that knows no end,
A love that frees and survives the revealing
Deception that reminds us we have no way of knowing
What God can already see… through the silence,
He exposes those friends who seek to harm,
The ones who mean to bring us distress, suffering,
Injury that comes from the source of envy,
The distrust that abides in the one who can’t decide…
To just listen to the One who makes life worthwhile,
The One who is the reason that life has meaning,
The One who brings the season it’s significance,
The One who holds the stars at His fingertips,
The One who abides inside the heart who believes…
He is everything we need to have the victory,
Winning the seeking soul from the darkness’ dreaded hold
Love like this is more than the best
Love like this is the answer to every heart quest!
“Not all those who wander are lost.” J.R.R Tolkien English writer
I miss the sensible in your heart
Just before you whispered your thought.
I miss the color of your soft
Just before you were blushing from a soul
Spent by the shadows,
Alive because its destiny
Is peppered with a hesitant peace,
Serenity fed by the music of grace,
A song abiding through the silence of praise,
A tenderness felt by those who express…
Joy from knowing you are as gentle as the wind
Who soothes and blesses, caressing
Every moment with a peace that extends
Light, softly flowing, always knowing
Wherever life takes me, I can be sure your memory
Will stay with me, stirring my dreams,
Stilling my fears – carrying me through
The depths of a sorrow that might have won
If I had never known, the beauty of you,
Who I keep missing, missing like the blue
In a southern sky, starry eyed, quietly twinkling through the night,
As alive as the kindness that survives, because you…
Are like a raindrop, trickling
Light over the shadow, feelings
Blessed by truth,
More beautiful than the rainbow
Who reveals God’s hues,
Sighing across the heavens,
Erasing the melancholic mood,
Sustaining hearts and souls, stirring
Life where there was once darkness,
Inspiring wonders that dream on,
Through the burdens, through the wrong,
Into the twilight, melodies praising
Where you once became the moment,
The faith on display,
In you I found the lasting taste…
Psalms, poetic kisses
On the edges of a tear,
Inviting my soul to hear,
Where the rain glimpses the earth,
Leaves rustling, in hues of autumn’s life,
Painting the world in silence,
A still life, overcome with insight,
Where yesterday tries to obtain a secret
From the beautiful dancing
Flowing with kindness, a meeting
Of heart and hope, minds learning
Just how to abide in the night,
Where moonbeams and flowery dreams
Illuminate the smiles…
Your heart, your soul, your spirit
Reflected in the stillness
Of a blessing only God could move
With the music, the notes
Journeys beyond the memories
Where I feel most content, genuine
Like a storybook grace,
Amazing and unafraid, blessed
By the moments, never betrayed
Soundless adventures from a heart
Who misses the wilds, the light
That can’t fade,
Because it sits on your grave.
Drop picture till six
The land like Pokémon kills
Nearing a tornado’s kiss?
Lift picture to three
The earth seems a lot different
And looks extreme wilderness!
Turn picture upward
Rapid rivers dash inward
Floods hit mountains and stumble!
See Ottoman cries!
Its history in Palestine
Breaks loudly a hurting cry!
Until the see twirls
Syrian shores to Lake Err!
In one tsunami fits in!
Turn picture around
Look at it from the back side
Night time is facing big sigh!
Walk around clockwise
Walk around counter clock’s wise
What’s the difference at bright?
Look carefully at
While standing behind that
Her shoulders and her two arms
South America?
Thirst for the Atlantic’s tap
See a side face that had trapped?
Is there another mountain?
Leaking black gas surrounding
Happy carnival, walking?
See the dancing sleeves?
While wild fire nears the streets
On her leaning arm as seen?
The plate is moving!
South America swimming?
The south is wetting valleys!
Would waters sink in?
Reaching Amazon’s region
From the forest’s province?
Incline her to three
See volcano born from sea?
Crafting her right cheek’s sad fear?
Is it Gibraltar?
Suddenly speaks, spreads horror
Causing Mona Lisa’s shock?
Tilt her down to six
See Morocco’s beaches quick?
Nearing the west in a blink?
Or causing that lint
To near Africa’s dark flint?
Marrying mounts in a blink?
Prop to quarter till
Watch! The height of the waves bring
Over Mona’s head curving!
Prop her upward to
See again what had done to
See fire rocks drop next to!
Is she hugging babe?
Alive or faint but looks dead?
Leaning on her charm screen scared?
She’s holding a rose!
Or holding one stem of corn?
Looks like child’s hand overall!
Near a villager’s
Boat on top of the mountain
Does sail or drifts to go float?
But, a pyramid
More likely to look amid
Mountain tops and gardens’ bits!
Spin picture right this
Minute, a serpent showing
Behind two wed couples’ kiss!
Aruba under
Her nose moving to northeast
Survives a great flood beneath!
Walk ahead the screen
See Mona is still weeping
For two thousand twelve... searching!
By: Nadia F. Shahwan – April 2009. Note: This is an innocent discovery to analyze the
beauty of the famous Mona Lisa by Van Gogh.