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Premium Member By Faith

God is eternal having no beginning
always have been for ever and more
this has been revealed by His word
knowing this His truth is the living door

Through the knowledge man has received
to believe in God as his maker
this is faith to know absolutely true
deep down in the heart as sustainer 

Nothing is made by anything visible
for God is spirit so can't be seen
this Lord is majestic and truly divine
holds all in balances whatever has been

This divine creator reveals Himself
in the person of His eternal son
to show His love so we understand
that by faith knowing redemption's done

Faith comes as God's good gift
to all that call upon His name
so receiving all that's pleasing God
living within your soul  His living flame

('By faith we understand that the universe was created by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things that are visible.' Hebrews 11: 3) (esv)
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Sailing on the Bay, a Living Poem

On the bay the wind is scurrying
along its flock of waves,
with white crests honey combed, 
to flip over their edges,
on blue foreheads.

The bow of the yacht slices 
through the waves driven by the wind
in the sails, rattling the rigging, 
heeling the boat over,
relenting to force of wind,
tricking the wind to drive the yacht
forward wind into the wind.

On the bay the currents play with the tides.
The ferries ply their routes, 
hurrying and streaming,
with passengers waving to passersby 
for no good reason, for no one asks them why.
The ferries toot their horns to 
sloops, ships, skiffs, tugs, tinnies, dinghies and row boats,
hoping they will get out of their way soon.

Dolphins, twist, glide and turn, riding the bow currents.
They pop up to say: "Gidday!", "How's it Going!" 
Surfacing for a one-eyed glace up at
the bow-riders standing up front like a figurehead.
Gulls dip and squabble overhead, as terns dive for food,
Cormorants pop to the surface looking around,
before diving back down,
with syrupy smooth surge below.
Pelicans cruise by like flying boats, with folded bills.

For whatever we lose from ourselves on the land,
we'll find it again out there on the wide blue sea,
where life began, and it still sustains us.
For Planet Water is indeed our true home 
where life began in water. 
It's our matter and matrix, 
mother and medium.
Truly our everlasting living sustainer.

Premium Member The Rebel

Silence may turn into storms, must I worry? 
A lioness soul bends an untamed temperance,
a fierce rage I bury, populist of pure purpose permanence
so do go gentle on me ‘O judgest condemner        
I stand with tenets of truth, humanity’s sustainer
not a raging tempest, nor dying light
but an empowering responsive receptor
these spearmint arrows bolt through blight
I don a polished persona of armor 
not the helmet of a hypocrite of bone or ivory
but leather boots built to march into Gehenna 
the Fiery,  for harrowing heavenly causes

Perfidious, I let you keep the repute given me
the rebel rouser fits me well
The prophet himself, p e r s e c u t e d,       
whilst he ruffled feathers and raised hell

There’s an ineffable effigy
to whom I bow, sovereign Lady Liberty 
her crown, radiant rays jut like the sun
an aureole flickers of freedom 
windows of gems like sacral chakras
I, this blatant believer reverts to rebellion 
crusading for campaigns and fair elections
with this, I’ve conquered the storm within

11:59 The doomsday clock tics an AI timer,
a hoax yells the denier's lying tongue 
I mustn’t keep silent, moksha can we revisit this later? 
give me a bit more time to repent

Amongst autumn’s signature rustling leaves
 I walk error-free, veins vigor, I roll up my sleeves
alongside rebels alike we fight king of terrors
Swamiye your sacred motive fills my soul,
with me unseeker are your fragrant prayers
the holy hills call,  c o m e,  yet I stay 
at summit’s foothills with seeker sayers, 
raised voices not in praise for the divine, not with joy do we sing, 
but with sinful pride we chant harmoniously, no kings!
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Psalm Exalting My God

Praises are for my God, my Protector  and Provider
Saviour, Sanctifier, Sustainer by His grace-satisfaction
Ascertainer along truth's approval
Lover with His compassionate leadership
Mover of my faith maneuvered through His miracles.

Powerfully, the Lord propels my service-propped prayer
Settling surely redemption of my soul
Affirming His testimonies' assertions 
Listening to  my supplications expressed in His light
Mercifully meeting my needs every moment.

Peace my Saviour grants as I stay in His presence
Security around Scriptures' strength
Armor against adversaries and afflictions
Lessons biblically lifted toward building lives
Meaningfulness of my bliss' mirth.

Psalm 106:1 Praise ye the LORD.  O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.

September 13, 2019
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Knowing Resurrection Power -Philippians 3: 10

What does it really mean to know God?
yes God in all his perfect state
the creator and sustainer of all things
he who always has been so great

This Jesus who rose from the dead
has the power to resurrect a new order
one that reveals divinity so bright
it's fully inward never near the border

Jesus suffered so much on the cross
being obedient unto death for his own
to fellowship in his sufferings so real
we can never feel like Jesus a living stone

Consider Jesus death more than another
to be conformed to his without a breath
living in Christ bow to his will
secure in him remembering his death

O to know Jesus God's own Son
in all his mighty power not a doubt
forever and always resurrected
being fed on his ever living fount

(that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death,')
Philippians 3: 10 (NKJV)
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Trust In The Lord - Isaiah 26: 4

So many trust in various things
these are found to be vain
for there's only one sure to trust
in the Lord alone who deals with our stain

This trust is everlasting for sure
it brings assurance to your heart
knowing this, the Lord will be with you
to be your anchor in no small part

The Lord Jehovah is His name
always being at your side
providing strength for every trial
giving grace always to abide

This is the God of very God
creator, sustainer and friend
holds your hand through the storm
and tight through to your end

("Trust ye in the Lord for ever: for in the Lord Jehovah is everlasting strength:")
Isaiah 26: 4 (ESV)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member True Love's Wonders

Blest with true love’s precious wonders
My heart with bliss exclaims praises
Exalting God, love*’s Creator
Source, Author, Sustainer indeed.

Having family so caring
Nourished midst parents’ endearment
Along siblings kind, sweet, gentle…
…I’m gripped with great love’s fulfillment.

Surrounded by valuable friends
Granting support graciously best
Inside fellowship’s warm goodness…
…I’m glowing through love’s radiance.

Recipient of compassion’s worth
Exposed to clemency’s full strength
Beloved who can’t be denied…
…I’m a product of genuine love.

Anchored upon steadfast mercy
Experiencing give and share joys
That signifies true love’s essence…
…I’m moved to live by its power.

Benefiting from Christ's pure love
Engulfed by clemency's freedom
Thanking His eternal life gift...
...I'm His own love-propelled servant.

*Romans 5:5 … The love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.

January 28, 2020
2nd place, "True Love" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 1/28/2020.

Premium Member Unchain the Woman

Perfectly conceived in the Almighty’s omniscience 
she was breathed with life wondrously by the Creator
granted full freedom to accomplish entrusted role
which according to the Scriptures, is “an help meet for him*.” 

As such, what right has anyone to chain her?
to imprison her soul?
to enslave her being?
to diminish her feminine quality?

Completing the man by virtue of her God-granted attributes
she is vitally needed with her significance
a home can’t be a home without her
and a family devoid of her touch loses its verity.

Then why is she treated as a mere possession?
as an object of masculine’s lust?
as a darling partner to meet sexual cravings for a night?
as a comfort-giver who is not emotionally compensated?

The woman awesomely created by the Sovereign
is that lady with a unique task to perform
she can be your daughter, sister, mother, or girl friend
who’s doing her very best --- thru love's commitment of gracious trust.

Woe unto anyone who is undermining her and her personhood
mistreating her contrary to justice essence
abusing her against righteousness precept
minimizing her worth along unfair value system.

In the name of the Lord Who is the great Defender  
the ultimate fortress, protector and sustainer of life...
everyone is called upon to stop chaining the woman…
since depriving her of genuine freedom means mankind’s liberty-loss.

Christ be praised for His compassion-propelled dealings 
with women during His earthly ministry:
He showed them His care, forgiveness, comfort, appreciation
...brought to them healing of wellness favour
reaching-out to those grieving with mercy...
...lifted the ones humiliated publicly, granting His pardon…
rescuing their repentant souls from the condemnation of sin’s wages.

As a woman privileged to enjoy God-driven freedom bliss
I strive with faith to help advocate for human lawful rights
while praying for and assisting victims of "violence against women"
and spiritually leading them to the divine freedom Source.   

*Genesis 2:23  And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man. 

August 31, 2020
3rd place, "Woman in chains" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 9/1/2020.

Premium Member Bulbs Among Sustainers

Set some goals
Set out bulbs
Bulbs planted in garden
Bulbs planted in beds
Beds filled with blooms
Beds are warm
Warm days bring flowers
Warm beds rest
Rest equals health
Rest for weary
Weary souls faint
Weary hearts mourn
Mourn love lost
Mourn departed
Departed is gloom
Departed is pressure
Pressure creates diamonds
Pressure can explode
Explode from anger
Explode from dynamite
Dynamite dangerous
Dynamite has use
Use has purpose
Use for things
Things for jobs
Things are inventions
Inventions make life easy
Inventions save time
Time passes by
Time is rationed
Rationed are minutes
Rationed are seconds
Seconds make minutes
Seconds compose life
Life is good
Life is granted
Granted are your days
Granted each year
Year makes lifetime
Year make one old
Old people die
Old people get weak
Weak seek God 
Weak need help
Help comes from God 
Help is a sustainer
Sustainers keep going
Sustainers are awesome
Awesome
Going
Form: Blitz

19 Years Old and Still Held Through It All - Part 02

I thank You for love acquired,
the kind that made me feel chosen.
And love lost,
the kind that made me question everything.

For friendships that healed me
and for the ones You removed,
even when I begged You not to.

I thank You for the people who misunderstood me
because they taught me I cannot be explained to everyone.

I thank You for rejection
because it forced me to find identity in You alone.

I thank You for every frown.
For the silent tears.
The tears nobody saw but You.
The ones I tried to hide
when I was too tired to be strong.

I thank You for pain.
The kind that makes your chest heavy.
The kind that humbles you.
The kind that makes you kneel in prayer
even when you would rather stand tall.

I thank You for joy too.
For laughter that surprised me.
For my amazing brothers and sisters.
For moments I forgot my worries.
For smiles that were not forced.

For You, oh Lord, have been my Sustainer
when my faith was thin,
when my confidence cracked,
when I felt alone in crowded rooms.

Thank You for the battles I won,
even when my flesh was loud and restless.
I know I did not win them by strength,
but because Your grace spoke louder than my weakness.

Thank You for the defeats too,
the ones that showed me my immaturity
and revealed how much I still need to grow.

Thank You for not giving up on me
when I almost gave up on myself.

If I am completely honest,
I am not where I thought I would be.
I am still healing.
Still learning.
Still unlearning.
Still fighting parts of me
that do not reflect You.

But I am here.
I am still Yours.

Hallowed be Your Name
in my confusion.
Thy Kingdom come
in my broken places.
Thy will be done
even when it confronts me.

Thank You for nineteen.
Not a perfect nineteen.
Not a holy all the time nineteen.
But a growing, stumbling, rising again,
and persisting in faith nineteen.

Amen.

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