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Prayer is the means God's given
that we can speak to God above
this God is eternal drawing on us
to fellowship with the God of love
Scripture tells us to make time
for God's ears are constantly on call
but the question is are we open
or do we think we just stall?
If we don't spend time in prayer
why don't we? don't we believe!
do we think it's just words in the air?
prayers hard work so roll up your sleeves
The bible is clear that God does hear
His answers may vary but He knows
it may be yes or maybe no or just wait
but our words heavenly certainly goes
Learn from Jesus our great high priest
who intercedes for us at His throne of grace
so we should pray to Him believing Him
that He grants mercy when we seek His face
(14 Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. 15 For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. 16 Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.)
Hebrews 4: 14-16 (ESV)
Expert skiers ought to know
That skiing ever faster
And off the beaten track just might
Precipitate disaster.
The specialists who gauge the snow
For slickness, depth and such
Put warnings out so all who ski
Stay out of danger’s clutch.
Yet more and more, those athletes
Who love risks and taking chances
Ignore all the advice and yield
To daring circumstances.
And so an avalanche occurs,
Which causes pain or death.
I wonder if regret’s expressed
In someone’s dying breath.
For admonitions only work
If they are sternly heeded.
A dab of caution is the dose
Of medicine that’s needed.
I sympathize with those who’ve lost
A loved one to the slopes;
But those who died so recklessly
Were those who knew the ropes.
Is the Mirror Unkind?, for an Anorexic
by Michael R. Burch
for anyone struggling with self-image and self-worth
She has a comely form
and a smile that brightens her dorm...
but she’s grossly unthin
when seen from within;
soon an entire campus will mourn.
Yet she’d never once criticize
a friend for the size of her thighs.
Do unto others:
sisters and brothers?
Yes, but also ourselves, likewise.
My lovely wife Beth has struggled with an eating disorder for many years. I wrote her a poem titled "Is the Mirror Unkind" soon after meeting her. She was always much lovelier in my eyes than the reflection she saw in the mirror. And she was always much more generous with other people than she was with herself. The flip side of the golden rule is that we should treat ourselves as well as we would have others treat us! I hope anyone struggling with "self reflection" problems will be as generous to themselves as they are to others. And anyone who can sympathize with Beth can sympathize with themselves (hint, hint).
Keywords/Tags: Self Image, Self Harm, Cutting, Mirror, Anorexia, Anorexic, Eating Disorder, Inferiority Complex, Low Self Esteem, Self Worth, Anxiety, Angst, Depression, Hopelessness, Suicide
Mankind is filled with many beliefs
they would be sincere there's no doubt
but sincerity alone won't be enough
so life's so complex what's it all about?
One feels for that pagan so honest
but makes up a god all of their own
can such a god do anything for them?
where's the evidence? can it be shown?
Of course there on the other side
one who rejects God's evidence
despite the authority of God's word
in his own ability is his confidence
God is very big having real authority
He sent his son to buy real salvation
mankind needs to believe God's message
listen well to AW Tozer's quotation
The real existence of God
is in the heart of all His own
His love is full beyond measure
being truly their chief cornerstone
(Quote:
"I sympathize with the mood of the poet Wordsworth when he wrote to the effect that he would rather be a sincere pagan who believed in a god that did not exist than to be a sophisticated Christian who disbelieved in a God who did.")
A.W. Tozer (1897- 1963)
I am going to scream
Until you can hear my voice
Coming out of the slick screen.
Stop the odious violence!
There is too much violence and injustice,
In our lives and in our streets.
The authorities and the Police,
These days, are not there for Justice,
For all citizens in our counties and cities.
I am going to scream
That there is too much mayhem on the screen,
Too much unbearable pain for the spleen,
And too much chaos and violence in our dreams.
Stop the killings,
Stop the bombings,
Stop the evil drones,
Stop destroying the zones.
I can hear the cries of the young babies,
I can feel the pain of the innocent children,
I can see the tears of the poor women,
I can understand the weakness of strong men,
I can fully comprehend the fear of the elderlies.
Yes, I sympathize with them and their tragedies.
Yes, I can feel their emotions and maladies.
I can hear the screams
Coming from the streets.
I can hear the cries of our sisters,
I can see the blood of our brothers
All over the streets.
I can smell, feel the pain,
This is insane.
Look at the video tape,
There is a white cloth, a drape,
On a dying body.
This is sad, awful and crazy.
I can hear our people saying:
Hands up, don't shoot!
I can see other victims lying
In the streets, crying
And yelling: Do not shoot!
Nowadays, violence is everywhere.
We are soaked in a bloody terror.
This is hell on earth. It is hard to figure
Out this nonsense. There is too much violence,
And that makes no sense.
The cries of hell can pierce the eardrums.
The Police now have military stuff, bombs
Sub-machine guns, drones, tents
And they can drop atomic crumbs.
There is too much bloodshed in the neighborhood.
Stop the killings, hand out books and food,
To the people, instead of tear gas, and injustice.
Our people's lives matter.
We all had a father and a mother.
We all want to live happily in one piece,
In Peace.
Copyright© September, 2015, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Squeezing out a saturated rag.
Torn asunder, pieces of a heart.
Head, eyes, lips, arms — sore-sag.
I’d thought I’d known weeping.
I was only dreaming; nightmares
hidden in caves, silently creeping.
A mime’s hand, waving away his smile,
pocketed in eternity’s change purse.
“Geez,” muttered, as a flood beguiles.
Tempest, no longer outside home’s border.
It’s kicked in the door! Like a king it reigns,
stores up blankets and dust like a hoarder.
One who never kept account of compassion,
relentlessly unprotected, battered with emotion.
Comes crashing in - all sixty years of marital passion.
Still, I’m touched by such all-encompassing love.
The upside-down of Happily Ever-After, close to hell,
and yet, something’s birthed…he puts on a glove,
understanding the cruel depths, others have walked.
O those years upon years of deaf, dumb and blind.
The shadow of death, in his own backyard, chalked.
I’m touched by heart-wrenching mortar.
Silent is the grave of urned ashes —
a cheerleader of son and daughters.
Family forms a chain, squeezing of hands.
Scent of cordial roses in the squall.
Cross purposes - we’re no longer an island.
7/19/2021
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Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Hebrews 4:15-16 NIV: For we do not have a high priest (Jesus) who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses…Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.
*Just as Jesus sympathizes with us, so we sympathize with each other, as we gain knowledge about suffering and death.
Steps ***
Remember standing barefoot
In a stream or lake or ocean as the current of water
ran cool and fast over the ankles?
That liquid, which made our planet
a home for life, beckoning us and so delightfully.
Think of walking in night, without
lights, becoming self-contained,
losing external references, seeking the moon
or some neighbor’s window, alight still...while
glancing quickly down to squint and know if
the next step will continue on the pavement.
There is good reason to remember
walking barefoot in cool, thick mud —
luscious scrunching the toes in
that earth’s batter!
There is meaning in the memory of
tortured stepping barefoot over a
length of dry, sun-burning sand...so
instantly blistering, so evil in its lack
of relief, at least until escaping its distance.
Think of the first challenging, trudging steps
in a knee-high snowfall...like the first steps
of turning to a belief in God and so much easier
with others, then reaching a route that has been plowed.
Think of journeys of the mind, walking
in times and on the streets we’ve never before been
or want to imagine a return to...lively, but yet
non-existent wanderings, much like those
we walk in sleeping dreams.
We cannot recall those very first
steps we took, thrusting us out of
babyhood, taken by a natural calling
when we are too young for any conscious intent,
having only an entirely physical desire to move...
over there...
set within a wordless desire to rise,
innately curious to discover!
Yesterday I watched baby Emmie scrambling
in her stroller. Within, she sensed there must be
some other way to subtract sitting, to move
through the room.... Compulsion gripped
her desire to rise, to step, even run...her legs
kicking non-stop ready to launch...
Only recently emerging from paralysis,
I can sympathize with Emmie’s chair-stuck
scrambling frustration. It is
the human wish to set off in motion,
off on explorations.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 5/10/21
Seducing Evil No More
Perhaps at the days complete
This date with death shall not
prove to be deadbeat.
The outcome has proven quite concrete.
Tragedies that shades
itself behind deaths eyes
piercing to contaminate
like some blastomycete:
Ready to enter my blood to do some harm.
like some invading fungi who does not laugh
at the joke, but at the joker’s lack of antidotal charm.
As death is now my escort;
Invasion needs no persuasion.
I've awakened myself, to realize such a thought.
Finding my words nesting, in some confessions plot.
That is why I never sympathize with evil.
Abetted, by the fluid allure of death.
Follows me like fresh fish with a trail of flies.
In poetic terms, it’s easy to describe
the evil that is flowing, like sewage in a flood.
Around every corner, I have found,
The hatred from which I strive to hide.
Led me to find a peaceful place near the trees
Where peacefully, I now reside.
Sitting alone with one trusting friend, as
we admire the color of the trees in the quiet.
We meditate and sit in amber silence.
Without anticipation of the judgment of each other.
Perhaps at the days complete
This date with death shall not
prove to be deadbeat.
The outcome has proven quite concrete.
Tragedies that shades
itself behind deaths eyes
piercing to contaminate
like some Blastomyces:
Ready to enter my blood to do some harm.
like some invading fungi who does not laugh
at the joke, but at the
Joker's lack of antidotal charm.
As death is now my escort;
Invasion needs no persuasion.
I've awakened myself, to realize such a thought.
Finding my words nesting, in some confessions plot.
That is why I never sympathize with evil.
Abetted, by the fluid allure of death.
Follows me like fresh fish with a trail of flies.
In poetic terms, it’s easy to describe
the evil that is flowing, like sewage in a flood.
Around every corner, I have found,
The hatred from which I strive to hide.
Led me to find a peaceful place near the trees
Where peacefully, I now reside.
Sitting alone with one trusting friend, as
we admire the color of the trees in the quiet.
We meditate and sit in amber silence.
Without anticipation the judgment of each other.
Let me carry the load from your heart
Your beautiful free spirit is a work of art
Let me be carried away by your blissful satisfaction
We just got to let go and let live and take action
I won't break down in your arms and I won't let my hopes down to the ground
I won't harm you or me anymore or slam the corridor
You and I are meant to be...my heavy heart warms up so much when you're around
I have to say - you're the one I adore to the core
Regret is another brick in the wall
I will try my best to stand tall
Our love is a melody in a children's film
We are lost in another dimension and in a bizarre realm
We are in an unpredictable predicament
You are elegant like a passionate fire, scorching aflame with sweet sentiment
You're crystal clear in my vision
We will fulfill our awesome mission
Let the silence break apart and let our noise of rejoice sound louder than a parade in the city
Reminders of the past bleed through me, but I'm not affected by it negatively
Our hearts beat at one at its best and God knows how hard I've tried to get us back together practically
Shame on me for blaming you for my personal problems...yeah, shame on me
Before you know it,
I'm trapped in this pit
While you are free and happy-go-lucky
I wish I can share with your gladness and glee
Put me back together again by your compassionate high spirits
You can make me laugh by your witty jokes and I can sympathize with your heart of childlike joy and childish fits
I'm afraid to move on from point A to point B
I need to fall into place and find my heart's destiny
Wish me luck as I reach out to the sky of beauty
I'm willing to go the distance with you, baby
How about I give you a boost of confidence?
Maybe we can help each other out in this race of magnificence
You encourage me to run as fast as a twist of a tornado...a rapid river aflow...
It's hard to jump across the obstacles due to being so slow as a snail, you know?
Let me love you all night till the morning
Let me love you until our merry laughter turns to forlorning
Let me find you in the ocean of eloquent desire and burn on like a forest fire
Let me caress the breeze of at-ease and my love for you will never, ever tire