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I feel the joy, promising hope,
Familiar joy – ensuring I can cope.
I feel the song, playing in my soul,
Beautiful music, praises to extol…
He is my joy, my honor, my life.
He is the comfort who takes away all strife.
He is my cheer, my solace, my relief.
From every burden, every sin and every grief.
I feel the light, reflecting His gentle love,
Familiar light, shining softly from above.
I feel the wonder of peace without end.
There is no doubt that He is my best friend.
He is the reminder that God is in control.
He’s my always and He makes me whole.
He is my light in the darkest black of night.
He has a love that makes everything alright.
I feel the stillness that lends me such grace.
Beautiful whisper of a love I’ll ever embrace.
I feel the calm that shadows the heart who believes.
There is the promise that His love – it never leaves.
He is the answer to every question I might ask.
Because He is love, I have no need to wear a mask.
He knows me better than I can possibly conceive.
All He requires is a heart who will truly believe!
The mind of man, no one can see,
When God made man, He made him free.
To think, to choose, how he would act,
even his Maker to attack.
The mind of God is oh, so vast,
His ways our reason can’t forecast.
Why He would make man as He did,
might be a mystery ever hid.
Why would God choose to ask a man,
To leave his home, his land, and clan,
And travel to an unnamed land
In response to His strange command?
God pledged to multiply his seed,
and through them bless a world in need.
His wife was past the age to bear,
But God did promise him an heir.
At ninety when her womb was dead
and her husband was one hundred,
she bore to him God’s promised son,
through whom God’s will was to be done.
Why would God ask this may to slay,
His son on an altar cold and grey?
The thought of human sacrifice
Caused the man’s heart with pain to crack.
From his descendants, God did make,
a nation great in slavery’s wake.
Through his seed, the Messiah came,
Emmanuel, his earthly name.
Why would God send His Son to die,
So that fallen man could live on high?
The Father’s heart was racked with pain,
As on the cross, His Son was slain.
The mystery of God’s love for man,
no human mind can ever span.
His ways are past our finding out,
but that He loves us, there is no doubt.
Just a moment.....
A whale breaches the surface and soars into the air, an eagle swoops down and plucks a fish from the water swimming without care,
a woman gives birth, another miracle being on planet earth, joins the human race as we awkwardly evolve into outer space, just as an old man slips away into death's final embrace after living a lifetime visible in each wrinkle on his weathered face. ....
a child is starving as a mother helplessly watches with pain in her heart and disgrace on her face, begging the Gods for mercy and to be in some other place....
a volcano erupts, spewing the gut of history into the sky, as a young boy becomes a man with the future in his eyes,
a rocket blasts off carrying humans deep into space in a leap of faith heretofore unknown for a date with history far from home......
Moments that capture the eternal from the desperately fleeting. These are instantaneous moments of joy, exhilaration, pain, and sadness that span the spectrum and devotion of human emotion......all intertwined to form the essence of life.
We have endlessly struggled throughout time to define what we are and why. Perhaps to define, its like a fine wine that has undergone a resembling activity over time.....
our experiences and knowledge get passed on, not unlike the process of a fermenting wine.....
all the moments of our lives are each a frame of a film that takes a lifetime to produce.
Nearing the end we get a preview of sorts, a sneak peek, a sip of the wine that has defined our time. It streams endlessly in our mind, so have a seat, enjoy the wine, and don't eat too much popcorn, it's showtime, no spoiler alert, there is no doubt because no one knows the ending until the final moments have played out.
5. “The essence and the whole of Vedanta is this Knowledge, this supreme Knowledge:
That I am by nature the formless, all-pervasive Self.”
6. “There is no doubt that I am that God who is the Self of all; Pure, indivisible, like the sky.
Naturally stainless.”
Unreal is all that that comes and goes
Beliefs and concepts are thought constructs
I Am living light in renewal, unending bliss that flows
In the light of absolute truth illusionary ego self-destructs
All that is manifest and formless is singular Self (God) alone
Absolute oneness stands outside of time and space
When ego recedes true Self comes into its own
Oh hermit, there are no puzzles to lace
I am climbing the ladder of life, one step at a time
Sometimes, so slow I come to a halt
Rocks from all directions hurl me to the asphalt
It seems like with each step up I go two steps down
If there was an ocean below me, I’d surely drown
I’ve climbed this ladder many times before
At the top is an array of open doors of temptations to explore
One true door I must choose
I don’t want to lose
How many times must I attempt this climb?
My ladder is growing unsteady and weak
My legs are weary, and my tears begin to streak
I want to give up badly, but I must maintain
Thoughts of failure and defeat invade my brain
However, I will continue to climb, there is no doubt
Until I give in or my heart gives out
But until the moment that God calls me home
Still, I climb and climb, one rung at a time
Spring has a contagious laughter
A redemption with warm and tender words
Its oblique sun through virgin quivering,
with May green wooden crowns
There is no doubt that it tickles a little extra in the body
Butterflies, beautiful creatures in many different colors
And now the bumblebees wake up
They brush the dust off the wings
The Queens were fertilized last fall,
and soon she will lay eggs
It's a spring party of aromas and I'm ready to celebrate
The cherry tree stretches high in the cloud
Yes, it brings the feeling of spring again
On the ground small yellow flowers open,
the dandelion's smile
Sunshine and bright days, on sea and land,
animals in forest and children at beach
Make your own wreath of spring flowers
16.05.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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We want a"Politician who will "Decrease the "Gap"between"The Richest of The Rich",and "The Poorest of "The Poor"!!! This will complete his or her "Duty" in a "Democratic Society"!!!! We in a "Democratic Society" call that "A working "Democracy for "ALL"!We call that a means by which the "Survival of "The Middle Class will "Continue",thereby a realization can happen as to what "Democracy" real meaning is! The Gap between"The Richest of The Rich,and The Poorest of "The Poor"has "Increased"!!!!!!!! Somebody is not "Practicing Democracy"in this "Democratic Society"!!!!!! Is there a plot to destroy "Democracy"? Who is it?Who are they?Where are they?When will they be defeated,and "Cast Out"?We realize that they are not what "Democracy" is about,and there is no doubt!!!When will they loose their "Clout"? We know their "Route"! We have no doubt!They come from "Within",and from "The Outside of "The U.S.A"!!! Will they pay their fair share of "Taxes"? The "GAP" between "The Rich" and "The Poor" must be closed,so that "Democracy Itself can survive",because if there is "NO MIDDLE CLASS": DEMOCRACY ITSELF DIES;!!!!!!!!!!!!! Paper,Pen,and Pencil is a "UTENSIL"LIKE an app or application that needs to be used for those who abuse DEMOCRACY!!!! We must realize that "Without The Middle Class": Democracy will not "LAST"!!!!! The "GREAT LEADERS" in the past 'FORSAW" THAT FACT"!!!It is now time for us all to act!!!!!!
The final words were spoken
Honoring his life on this earth
So many kind hearts were broken
The day they laid his body to rest
~
Whispers of regrets were muttered
Behind most compassionate glimpses
Thoughts of heaven were soon uttered
As grief gripped the souls at the grave
~
Soft winds of melancholy blew in the air
Leaving feelings of desolation and dread
Accompanying their hearts burning prayer
For a happy home awaiting his gentle spirit
~
Although his body will soon decay and rot
There is no doubt he was very deeply loved
Someone who God assuredly had sought
To become an angel up on the higher ground
Dedicated to “Luke Hill”, who died on September 21, 2020 at the age of 39 – May God take better care of him than he did himself.
Decay Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Constance La France
September 24, 2020
‘Get the motor running head out on the highway looking for adventure’
Well it is only the council road with potholes but Oliver races his pushbike
Walkman headphones sound ‘Born to be wild’ or Attention Deficit Disorder
But there is no doubt in the bikers’ mind that winter is recycling fast time
Orange banana saddle ape hanger handle bars and Che Guevara bandana
Another day for many revolutions as the wheels keep turning in tandem
He abhors bicycle clips as Oliver needs torn jeans to be one of the gang
No leather jacket so the hand me down brown corduroy one takes its place
Pedals turning downhill at full speed hard breaks and sharp swerve to the left
Another 360 degree circle wonderful skid marks adorn his pride and the road
It was easy today because morning dew and pink purple petals greased the path
For once the corroded chain has not come off after that creaking gear change
Countenance smirks on his face because has done it again and he feels so much
More achievement than if he was doing his homework left pathetically languorous
At home where his goody two shoes brother calculates tangents and radius
Oliver is an action boy full of mettle and metal and his scent is lubricant oil
‘Take the world in a love embrace and explode into space’ and dear emotions
Run high almost octane fuelled while his well-behaved sisters play octaves
From Amadeus on Bechstein or Steinway pined to bored ebony and ivory keys
Oliver hammers down wildly as the way forward beckons driven by freedom
He is oblivious to fragrances blossoms and bloom and the sweet scent of nature
Could not care less about chirping birds and the warm temperature resides only
In his teenage blood and guts as he rides through a pile of litter in which rusty
Debris mingles with pneumatic tyres and a very loose spring punctures the air
16th March 2019
Spring Is In the Air contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
It must be the Christmas holidays planes are grounded again
This time of year presents itself as Groundhog Day, not a question of it but when
The airlines have used every excuse as to why they can't fly
Why don't they come clean, we know the reason why
There is no doubt the skies are closed to allow Santa to test drive a sled
I am sure nobody would complain if this was the story we were fed
The weather office reports a severe storm nearby
The chances of making it home for Christmas are not very good, I think I am going to cry
Not going to give up hope maybe a miracle awaits
An announcement everyone was hoping to hear, flights are resuming the storm starts to abate
The roller coaster ride has finally come to an end
It, 's time to make up with the airlines and call them my friend