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We’ll build a wooden structure
With planks torn from our ships
And place it by their gates
Then we wait for the eclipse
Now I know you all have questions
About how I know these things
But I’ve studied all religions
Foreign Nations, Queens and Kings
Some kingdoms honor Bears
Some worship cats and eagles
Some lions, tigers, bears, “Oh My”
Foxes, wolfs and beagles
Now, these Trojans have one fondness
It stands upon four feet
It feeds upon the grassy plains
And they ride it down their streets
We will build it long and sleek
With a tail tacked to its end
And ears, upon its oblong head
But, with one thing more to send
There, concealed inside its belly
Are those who lie in wait
For the beast to be drawn inside
The Trojan’s massive gates
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So until the sun starts rising
You men must now embark
And assemble the device
While working in the dark
The others on the beach
A distraction will devise
To keep your labor secret
From those Trojan’s prying eyes
Now off with you, behind that mound
I have a party to attend
It’s not often I can have some fun
At the same time to offend
( Troy 1184 BC, The Beach Party )
The Flames of passion darted up
Into the evening air
It made the glittering of sand
Seamed like stars were everywhere
The drums had reached a beat
That made the young men, have to dance
And I’m sure it made The Trojans
Lose control and wet their pants
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While young men danced on burning sands
Displaying sex appeal
The Greeks would pause and strike a pose
And flex their buns of steel
The Trojans on the wall
Filled with heighten passion soon
Turned their backs and dropped the drawers
Displaying many moons
It seemed as if, we played all night
Now its time to take our chances
Bring forth the horse, and by due course
We all took second glances
The carpenters that worked all night
Had never seen the beast
It was a horrible interpretation
That is to say the least
I should have choose an artist
Much more suited for the task
For instead of building a mighty horse
There stood a giant ass.
No time to make corrections for
The dawn was growing near
We must move without detection
And crawl in through its rear
To be continued...................
At conception, the point of his earthly beginning inside his mother's womb, there was a light, the likes of which he had not seen until now at the point of his death. He shared with me that he had lived 85 years on earth until his demise two months ago. As he thought upon the light, he remembered that the light was not as bright as the light at his conception. That is to say, he believes when he really dies, there will be an identical light like the one he saw when he was being conceived.
I was privileged to listen and record his most remarkable story of how he died, went to heaven, and returned to tell his story. His sojourn there was a total of some 60 seconds. But if a thousand years is one day*, we are talking a heavenly timeframe of far more than 60 seconds. A brief estimate and some calculations explain why he tells me that he was in heaven long enough to visit a number of deceased loved ones, friends, and Biblical characters. For example, he met the young boy who provided the bread and fish Jesus used to feed 5,000 people. He had always been overwhelmed with the unselfishness displayed by the young lad and his willingness to be a tool for Christ in the performance of one of the world's greatest miracles. The lad never sought recognition.
He told me about a grandfather from four generations back whose name his family was never able to produce. He had suspected it to be a Bible name because his great grandfather's name was Daniel. He was right because he met him in heaven, and his name was Jeremiah. He was so happy as he told me about the family members he met. There were so many people to meet and so much beauty surrounding the entire scenery. He wanted to stay, but the angel informed him that God simply wanted to give him a taste of his future. For now, it was not his time, because his earthly mission and purpose were not completed.
So now, at 85, he's anticipating that exit light which will be there in all its splendor at his demise, he is content to live until his mission is completed.
100118PoSoupContest, Fiction Write, Broken Wings *2 Peter 3:8; Calculations are not meant to be accurate
My childhood memory of Easter confronts me with three very pleasant reflections. Perhaps my first experience with the idea of Easter came with the way our parents would sacrifice so much for us to look pretty and handsome at the church on Easter Sunday. We never felt more special nor looked better than that at any time for any reason.
Coming in second as I look back over several decades ago is the delightful Easter egg hunt. As a child, that was one of the most fun experiences of the year. The hunt was always on Easter Sunday after returning home from church services. There was the added bonus of the hunt within the hunt. That is to say that there was always 'A Golden Egg' that included something extra special that always lit up our happy stary eyes and hearts.
But the third item was the most mysterious of the three even though it always appeared first chronologically. In fact, there was Holy Week that always seemed to flow with a sense of awe. There were movies depicting the 'day Christ died' and the Sunday that he rose. Nevertheless, the Friday before Easter known as Good Friday was a problem for me because I did not understand how a day could be good when such an evil act happened to Jesus. I do not remember when, but heaven surely shined its light on me and explained the goodness of Good Friday. I tell you, that light was so bright that it lit up my entire life and the light of Christ's Goodness and what he did for me and you have served me for a lifetime and will continue to do so throughout eternity.
Certain traditions and celebrations over time often fall by the wayside, and family values and habits change. Life takes on different priorities. Notwithstanding, we must remember that we enter this world with a family standing by our sides, and when we leave this world, families will be there as we exit. Oh, I know that the boiled and painted eggs no longer grace our lawn, and our kids and grandkids may not be as well and formally dressed as we were in yesteryears. That's okay, as long as we never forget as our families gather for dinner this Easter that Easter must always be about THE CHRIST and The Family.
03292018 FB PS Contest, Easter 2018, Hopkins-Drewer
I accidentally let one loose. That is to say that each time it occurred, with no assistance from me, there flowed from my innermost being a sense of reverence and a quick flash of wonderment to acknowledge and give recognition to the awesomeness of our God.
Although it was the kind of rain that caused neither despair nor pain, there were many people who feared when those dark clouds appeared.
Every part of me was saying, "Wow! Amazing! Spectacular! O my God!" It could be warm, sunny, and bright when suddenly it turned to midnight. But in the height of one's fright, there was never any need to take flight.
It's that weather system with thunder and lightning that makes you wonder.
Hollywood never comes close to those great special effects of light and sound. It's like the roaring of a lion readying for the kill or like anticipating a wintry chill. Like wide-eyed terror in the wilds; should I make haste for the hills or remain still?
The rolling thunder and the splash of lightning were both arresting and captivating. Rarely if ever did all that pump and circumstance cause pain to anyone but were simply the breath-taking layout of 'the red carpet for the grandest entry of The Summer Rain'. The fields of cotton, corn, beans, and hay had everything to gain, and we all refrained.
Those sudden and stormy southern summer rains are most memorable. The floodgates of heaven would open and pour out its mighty drops of rain enough to astound, often for just a few minutes, followed by a divine quietness all around. A spellbinding storm had departed just as suddenly as it had appeared. Then, the clouds would brighten and roll back, making way for the grand reentry of the sun. In no time at all, we returned to work or to have fun.
07032014PoetrySoupContest, I Accidentally Let One Loose, Charles Messina
Origins
In a Planck second ‘The Big Bang,’
And the arrow of time of entropy erupted.
Based on this premise the theorists conclude;
Out of nothing, something
Engulfed in dark energy and matter;—
That is to say; ‘Where motion ceased to exist,
Therefore, energy non-existence, E=mc2 (QED),
In a space-time continuum based on general relativity.’
From the Nebulae nurseries Super Novae blasted out
All that we are;
From stardust to stardust life happens,—
In the expanding universe,
To the event horizon.
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Notes:
"Pillars of Creation" in the Eagle Nebula (M16) taken by the Hubble spacecraft telescope on October 29, 2014.
The nebula towers approximately 4 to 5 light years while the entire nebula expands 70 by 55 light years. It is located 7,000 light years from Earth in the constellation Serpens. The towering tendrils of cosmic dust and gas are part of an active star-forming region within the nebula and conceal newborn stars in the wispy columns.
The blue colours in the image represent oxygen, red is sulfur, and green represents both nitrogen and hydrogen. The pillars are bathed in the scorching ultraviolet light from a cluster of young stars located just outside the frame. The winds from these stars are slowly eroding the towers of gas and dust.
Light: travels at a speed of 186,000 miles/sec or approximately 300,000 km/sec. At that speed, light would travel around the earth 7½ times in one second. A light year is the distance light travels in a vacuum in one Julian year which is approximately 6 trillion miles or 9½ trillion kilometers.
The Planck Time (tP): is the time it would take a photon travelling the speed of light to cross a distance equal to the Planck length; this is the smallest measurement of time that has any meaning, and is equal to times 10(to the minus 43 seconds).
(1 Planck Length=5.39 × 10(-44 sec.).
QED (Quod erat demonstrandum): ‘what was to be shown’ or ‘thus it has been demonstrated’ or ‘that which has to be demonstrated.’ Traditionally, the abbreviation is placed at the end of a mathematical proof or philosophical argument to indicate that the proof or argument is complete.
*After my last post I thought it would be nice to lighten up a bit with some warm, happy (well, not so happy for Elmer) pest poetry. Who doesn't love bug humor? This one actually won first place in a Deb Guzzi contest back in the day.
"And so this court finds you, Elmer T. Roach XXIII, guilty of the crime of pushing your fellow bug off the edge of the pan and into the hot oil below, thereby ensuring that he would be fried to a crisp whilst you nibbled, alone, on what was left behind. For said crime you are hereby sentenced to death. You will hang by the neck, er, that is to say, you will hang by the antennae until you are dead, dead, DEAD! Do you have anything to say for yourself, sir?
"Yes, your Honor, if it pleases the court. When in the course of insect affairs, one often finds oneself in a situation where difficult choices must be made. To eat or not to eat. To run and hide in a crack, or to stand one's ground. Indeed, to live or to die. Your Honor, let's forget for a moment that I have two hundred twenty-one mouths to feed, with one on the way. Let us ignore the fact that a father must keep up his strength in order to ably support such ones. Must I remind this court that we all live by the law of the kitchen, that it's each bug for himself.
And so Your Honor, there I was, placed in a most difficult predicament. With only enough droppings to feed one bug and not two I made the decision to push him over the rim. Yes, I freely and of my own volition make confession to this hideous, yet necessary crime. However, let no man, er, bug judge me. Let he who is without malice, she who is without greed, they that are without the constant, ever present pangs of hunger cast the first stone.
I am free. I am freeeee...."
"And so it was that justice was executed in behalf of the state of Bugdom. Elmer T. Roach the XXIII hung by his antennae until he breathed his last. Alas, he professed to be of no particular faith. Nevertheless, a mass of Christian burial, presided over by the Very Reverend Heathcliff J. Bug LVI, was arranged for him by his dear widow, now heavy with nymph. It has been reported that the hymn chosen for the memorial was, Go Rest High Upon That Cupboard. Further announcements to follow.
Happy Father’s Day
By Curtis Johnson
Good morning dad and happy father’s day. You have been gone for a very long time now; some 55 years to be exact. When you were still with us, as a child I did not get to know you very well. Perhaps our time together was very limited because there were lots of siblings, and you had lots of responsibility in caring and providing for all of us. Thank you for all your hard work by keeping us fed, clothed, and warm in winter. O dad, I’m so sorry that you did not live a long life. You never got to see me and your other children grow up to finish school and move on to marriage and careers of our own.
Nevertheless dad, I feel that you gave to us a very strong foundation relative to the work ethic and human relations. You lived long enough to teach us the basic lessons of right and wrong, and you stayed with mom until death, showing us the enduring value of family. And by the way, thanks for marrying such a wonderful lady to be our mother. She was only 35 when you passed away. She did a masterful job at such a young age in caring and providing for us. We all finished high school, no teen pregnancies, and none went to jail,
I must say concerning mother, there were times I felt you mistreated her, but she was strong and refused to allow you to go too far. Indeed, she was not a pushover. I suspect that this side of mother sometimes surprised you. That is to say that she both deserved and commanded respect from you. I am certain that you were the better for it, because she never allowed herself to be an enabler of bad behavior.
Finally dad, a few additional words of thanks. Thank you for the large and strong swing set that you had built for us. It was enjoyed by us and all the kids in the neighborhood at a time when we were forbidden the use of the public playground. Thank you for teaching me how to tie my shoes and for showing me the value of keeping them clean. I shall never forget the day on a sunny afternoon that you taught me how to drive your truck. It was the joy of my life. That day, it was just you and me returning from a trip through the countryside, selling fresh green peas from your garden.
cj06162013
Not long after The Beginning,
There were Animals and there was Man.
A great chasm lay between, that legend said
Only a Leap of Faith could span.
Animals seemed happy on their side;
For, after all, such a leap could not be done
“Make the best it,” they all said;
All, that is, but one.
There stood Dog, alone upon the brink,
The distant Man’s reflection shining in his eyes;
Something was robbing Dog of peace;
Something was urging him to try.
Compelled, he stood and stared,
Nothing could distract his gaze.
Now and then, Horse would come;
Each time, the same old words to say.
“I understand. I really do.
I admit it. I’ve thought about it too;
But it’s too far for me to jump,
It’s certainly too far for you”.
One day, as Horse spoke his words,
Cat rudely interrupted with a sneer.
“Go ahead and try. You’ll break your silly neck.
You can’t go there. Your place is here”.
More resolute now, his vigil became duty;
Still, he often wondered, “Why?”
But something deep inside kept saying,
“You must. You must. It’s do…or die”.
Then, one day, he turned and walked away.
Oh, yes, he’d need a running start.
He knew now, he had the Will;
But only a Leap of Faith could prove his Heart.
Just before he made his Leap of Faith,
Dog saw the loneliness in Man’s eyes.
“He needs a friend, someone to help
And always stand right by”.
With those unselfish thoughts,
Dog had reason, he felt whole.
And well he should, for at that very moment,
God granted Dog a Soul!
But Souls don’t come so easy,
And his leap was short that day.
If Dog was to make a Leap of Faith,
Man would have the final say.
Dog’s faith was truly tested, front paws upon the edge.
He hoped Man’s eyes hadn’t lied.
Then Man’s Heart swelled and touched his Soul.
He helped Dog up and placed him proudly at his side.
Oh, so jealous was Cat I’m told;
His eyes turned green that day.
“Oh, you are an heroic mutt;
A friend of Man, you say?
I’ll make that leap by myself.
You can bet, I’ll find a way”.
So, Dog had made the Leap of Faith.
He and Man became Best Friends.
So it shall be, for all eternity;
That is to say, until the Very End.
I'm thinking green and waving goodbye to Winter's brown. I'm hearing green like sweet sounds of resurrection. I'm tasting green and digesting its nutrients. I'm seeing green, and it is most beautiful. I'm feeling green, so filled with light and energy. Yes, I'm even smelling green, captured by its fragrance of life.
I guess I'm all sensed out with the color of green. Never have I 'sensed green this way before', and I'm wondering why and what it all means?
Last Sunday, I was arrested and captivated by the color of a green garment worn by a member of the worship team. I was compelled to keep focused on the beauty of the green on the big screen. Perhaps the entire focus would have been dismissed if it wasn't for the fact that later that day as I was watching the Weather Channel, my eyes were glued to what seemed the greenest lawn I had ever seen. I even uttered to my wife, "Wow, look at that green grass". By Monday night, I knew there was something special about what I was observing. At the Prayer meeting when we broke into groups for prayer, I prayed 'in green'. That is to say, the prayer request was based on prayer support for our 'Dreams', and I prayed that the dream would come alive like green grass and that there would be a "Go Signal" for that person to move forward with her dream.
Sunday's attention with green led to Monday's prayer, but I'm convinced that there is more. We are entering "Resurrection Season" and I hope that you are 'feeling life' not just in the natural sense of 'Old Man Winter's departure, but also in the spiritual. I sense the light is green and I'm feeling the life-flowing Presence of our God, and from my vantage point, resurrection is in the air!
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Giving thanks unto the eternal inheritance
Brought forth by the sacrifice of Christ
The consuming fire to burn away weeds and thorns
Separating the wheat from the chaff
That one might be a dwelling place
For the promised spirit to reign.
Christ has the keys to set one free
Submitting unto the Holy Spirit
To place all enemies under the foot
Which is old self or darkness trying to reign
When one receives vision of the evil
And deception of lies under the sun
That one once was apart of
But has found there is a new creation
Being formed not taught of man.
Old covenant turned into New covenant
Old self being transformed into New living being
This is the covenant I will make with the people of Israel after that time,” declares the Lord. “I will put my law in their minds and write it on their hearts. I will be their God, and they will be my people. No longer will they teach their neighbor, or say to one another, ‘Know the Lord,’ because they will all know me, from the least of them to the greatest,” declares the Lord. “For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.”
Jeremiah 31:33?-?34 NIV
Now the first covenant had regulations for worship and also an earthly sanctuary. A tabernacle was set up. In its first room were the lampstand and the table with its consecrated bread; this was called the Holy Place. But when Christ came as high priest of the good things that are now already here, he went through the greater and more perfect tabernacle that is not made with human hands, that is to say, is not a part of this creation. How much more, then, will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself unblemished to God, cleanse our consciences from acts that lead to death, so that we may serve the living God!
Hebrews 9:1?-?2?, ?11?, ?14 NIV
Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.
1 Corinthians 6:19?-?20 NIV
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