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The Lord Jesus while on earth taught
His disciples God's truth for their good
so we need to learn well the same
pray for His spirit's voice be clearly understood
Spend time in God's wonderful truth
taking steps to biblically be walking
in the Lord's midst know His presence
be sharing by continually spiritually talking
To be united in your heart and soul
bow low before God the king in reverent fear
for He rules and reigns eternally supreme
trust His hand to guide you in top gear
All the evidence of God's goodness
stared you in the face for sure
so praise your God with all your heart
as you know His love will forever endure
Bring glory to your blessed Lord and king
praise HIm always in truth for evermore
in your heart know His presence so dear
for He alone opens your heavenly door
"Teach me thy way, O Lord; I will walk in thy truth: unite my heart to fear thy name.
I will praise thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart: and I will glorify thy name for evermore."
Psalm 86: 11,12 (kjv)
you see everyone has a different meaning in there life,like me
and you we have different lives,and we had made different choices.I couldn't tell what's,what
before because I was always in a big mess
and always getting into trouble.I shouldn't lecture somebody on there lives
either,otherwise its pointless to them.
people take offensive because it makes them feel like life isn't
worth it.
you have to inspire your self to do the right things,for me.instead of taking steps forward I
took steps back.i'm just saying,everything doesn't seem to be so bad in life,just live your
life and don't worry about anyone who don't know anything about you,be your self and
let god be with you
4/20/24
Another street fight
A body riddled with flea bites
I could hardly ever sleep tight
Each night
Unable to dream right
Too often seeing red not a green light
Taking steps closer toward three strikes
After reaching extreme heights
Above several creek sites
The mountain peak bright
I could see a light
Defining what is deemed as life
Told me you don't have to always be nice
When others take you for a fool and charge a steep price
Just to be able to survive and eat rice
There will be these types
So cheap like
Always trying to cheat in life
You'll see it at least twice
Warned me to lay off the peace pipe
In the end said I may meet a wife
Dear Self,
I have taken a moment to write,
Since time is walking briskly.
How are you faring?
Do you still get excited with the changing season and smell of rain?
Do you still sit out in the cool of the evening
having a picnic in candlelight with a glass of wine in hand?
Watch the day fade away, welcome the graying of the night?
Count the luminous stars looking for all the constellations,
And the changes of the moon from night to night
While the stars gaze back;
Make a wish upon a shooting star?
Do you walk through and adore the open fields to another city?
Do you still listen to Celtic music, country music,
Or watching cartoons with your great-grandchildren?
Have you hiked those overgrown mountain trails
Where the feather reed grass is up to your waist
And the seedling trees trying to reach for the sky?
Are you facing the fact that you have gotten older
Or are your fears struggling with life?
Are you thinking positive to each step you take forward
Or are you taking steps backwards and not forget the past?
Are you still exercising or have you gotten lazy?
Are you still holding up to the change of weather?
Are your children still rejoicing in their lives?
Are the grandchildren growing like weeds
And being blessed with being successful?
Have you made peace with whom you love
And achieved your destiny?
Have you found prosperity and success?
Are you enjoying retirement in a far-of-land or island;
Found a soul mate to keep you happy and safe?
Tell me, have you succeeded in completing everything on your bucket list?
I hope your life is going on better than it was?
Whatever you have done, I hope you found good in it.
9/21/2021
Letter To Your Future Self Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Tomorrow I will wake up and work out just a half hour,
And yet I find myself weak.
Today I will limit myself on the sweets I devour,
And yet I find myself weak.
Now I will get up and actually do something and clean,
Yet I find myself weak.
I will read today! Instead of stare at a screen,
Yet, I am lazy and weak.
I will hold my tongue, be less mean and obscene,
And yet my soft lips turn to a sharp beak.
I sail on, a captain ignoring a leak,
Not taking steps to fix the wheel that squeaks.
I promise myself hollowly to improve week after week,
As I sit at the bottom just wishing for the peak.
I can do it, I can make steps, have it be more than what I speak,
If only if only…I weren’t so pathetically weak.
My Mother was born on October 3, 1916, and died on August 6, 1997.
She would have been over a hundred years of age. I (we) miss her very much as all who love her dearly.
My nice wrote at her funeral a poem called: “Wings of a Quiet Spirit”
“Quiet Spirit, you give me strength. Your supportive presence guided me. Through joy, sorrow it helped taking steps into an uncertain tomorrow. Quiet Spirit, you rejoiced in having the Lord…even knowing that you would soon depart, you kept prayer close to heart. Just as the earthly journey begins…it must one day come to an end. It’s ok to spread your wings…it’s ok soar. Fly Quiet Spirit…into the wind”.
The word “Quiet” in meek and quiet doesn’t refer to volume, as in loud versus soft. Rather, it is a heart attitude of quietness. It is a picture of resting in the Lord, not being anxious. Even though the word doesn’t have to do with the volume of our voices, in a home, loudness associated with anger isn’t healthy. So I would encourage you that, yes, it would be good to make yourself respond to the children in a very quiet voice.
(Proverbs 15:1) “A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.” This doesn’t imply to me a loud voice. I have learned, and am still in training, to have a meek and quiet spirit, with the volume of the Holy Spirit of God. Often a meek and quiet spirit, for me, would translate into a quiet mouth. It is good for us to trust God to give us answers to any problem that may come around because if we don’t we will make the situation worst without His guiding.
My mom Angeline Oliver was a meek person on this earth. She wasn’t perfect, but the perfection of the Holy Spirit through Christ Jesus lived within her.
If your mom is still alive, cheer her, love her, with 'Wings of a Quiet Spirit'.
Tip Toeing
I'm taking steps
But quietly
I look to the left and to the right of me
And guess what I saw
I'm going excelling very far
Driven without a car
GPS takes you every which way
I got to tip toe but by faith
Quietly listening to God
For confirmation
To be great
And do according to his will
I am tip toeing into a big deal
Quietly seek
Wait for God to speak
Cease without knowing
Keep on tip toeing
You got to tread light
It's like training wheels
On a bike
At first, you learn
How to trust
Your instinct
Is that enough?
Or do you let go of your fears
Dry away those tears
Put a plan together
Tip toe through any weather
Every thing doesn't have to be seen
That's how you live out your dream
In life you grow
Somethings you have to let go
When you walk into a room
It gets light
The tunnel at the end is bright
Quietly seek
Wait for God to speak
Cease without knowing
Keep on tip toeing
Listen
Pay attention
Listen
Pay attention
Quietly seek
Wait for God to speak
Cease without knowing
Keep on tip toeing
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by : Concetta Hardnett
08/26/2023
The soul has to courageously experience all things,
taking steps in new direction by adjusting the wings.
Genuine sincerity regardless of fancy and pleasure,
destinations journey to accumulate embrasure.
Silence serves as lock of the excitable,
shielding the wisdom as veil before versed delightable.
The trades of life adjust in time to advance,
mastering oneself to vices enhanced.
Passing through and rise to conquer,
progress loving virtues anchor.
Believing fuel and inspired light,
struggling self as consuming flame of right.
Compassion the smoking glow of faith,
flames that illuminates the path of right.
The journey of freedom leads to captivity,
mountain pass of discipline towards liberty.
Translation become reincarnation,
the fine line of interpretation.
Subjecting the ideal as true realization,
the soul as part of love becomes glorification.
The early dawn on the Western Isles allures me to awaken early
A pinky red kaleidoscope attracts me through louvered panels
Towards the windows I walk as if taking steps on a lava ladder
Slowly my open eyes are met with the most beautiful vista
Am Binnean Dearg, the Red Cuillin, appears as if erupting
The suns morning crescent peeks as if in slow motion rise
Pinked clouds in drift capture and enhance through their vapours
Solitude abounds in this most remote of places on Skye
I sit in trance and marvel at the changing as the hours pass
There's love in my eyes seeing what I see for our tomorrows and eternity
The morning now grows into the day as pink pastel blooms fade
Crisp azures now caress and absorb the morns beauty
I am taking steps heading upward
On an escalator going down
Expending all my energy
But staying on the floor that’s on the ground
No matter how fast I run
The faster the treadmill spins
And after running for many hours
I stop just where I did begin
I am stuck in my cage
Spinning on the rotating wheel
I can empathize with the guinea pig
Knowing just how he must feel
And yet I keep on moving
As if to stop would mean to end
I must put food on the table
And pay the bills that keep coming in
Even though the scenery never changes
And I never seem to move too far
I guess there is a sense of security
In knowing exactly just where we are