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Romans 8:17 - King James Version
17 And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together.
He’s living in me
Breathing hope into my thoughts
Joy into my work
Inspiration into my dreams
Fulfillment into my plans
Love into my heart
He’s living in me
Breaking apart all the pain
Destroying the shame
Awakening the light within
Where I know I can be
The woman He created me to be
Someone who listens to His words
Finds my identity in His verses
Whispers grace from my spirit
To teach the world that I know
Love like this is alive
A fire inside
Where the Holy Spirit
Brings faith to life
And pours out wonders
Too amazing to speak of
Wonders of the heart
Rich and vibrant thoughts
Scriptural truths
So alive they override
Even the loudest voice
Come to life in the soul
Who listens to Him speak
Through the verses He plants
Within the heart who needs
A touch from His hand
A spark from His presence
Acceptance that assures me
His spirit dances through me
Beckoning to my heart
To always cling to the thought
That He is alive
Abiding so bright on the inside
Where He gives me a life
That I truly desire
A life filled with love so alive
It delights in the knowledge
That He is there
Giving out direction
Affection and correction
All that I might need
To live a life that will feed
My spirit’s greed
For Jesus!
My favorite stones are blue
turquoise, opal, and blue topaz
I am drawn to them first
in every instance
I always wondered why
thinking they symbolize the sky
water or heaven
I know my go-to-rings and necklaces are blue
at a psychic fair one of the mediums tapped my ring
it is my absolute favorite – a diamond shaped blue topaz
set high above a band of light blue opals
This is the exact perfect ring for you, she told me
it will bring you what you seek,
blue connects you to your higher power
I have not quite figured it out
but I continue to lean toward stones that are blue
except lapis lazuli– for some reason that one repulses me.
In restless sleep my eyes fluttered
Candle flames sputtered...
I was lost in a dream
Enchanted night with myriads of stars
but the moon was surrounded by bars
Tears fell from each moonbeam
I shook my head, moaning in disbelief
It was a foreshadowing of grief
Celestial bodies lost their gleam
Lambent glitter was fading in the sky
I had no idea as to the reason why
It was very odd and a bit extreme
I cried to think the heaven's were crumbling
My fear evoked, they started tumbling
In the darkness, so I let out a scream
The sun glinted through my window shade
My forshadowed thought had me afraid
But things are not always as they seem
Then, sunlight waned from my window sill
Shadows filled the room. I shivered with a chill
as if ice water flowed in my bloodstream
Was I still dreaming or had I gone insane?
Something amiss was befuddling my brain
But who could manipulate such a scheme?
My windows were covered with etchings of frost
Is the world ill-fated to be star-crossed?
I am lost in a world I cannot redeem
I was not resigned to this; not one darn bit!
I won't accept, "It is was it is," or is it
Just a nightmare from too much ice cream?
December 6, 2020
It is what it is...or is it?
Contest sponsor: John Lawless
We believe in truths we empathically
ecopolitically
humanely
nutritionally trust.
We grow therapeutic faith in empathic trusts
too peacefully pregnantly beautiful
to not become true, one day,
this day, if at all possible.
We actively distrust those competing beliefs
with cognitive v intuitive dissonant dissociation powers
we multiculturally love to monoculturally fear.
We can not not believe in/with ecological truths
of/for
deeply etched resonant trusts.
If we assume OrganicLivingEarth, including SacredLovingAnthros,
is biosystemically fully invested in cooperatively healthy
pronoia winEarth/winAnthro climate systems
and disinvesting away from dissonant
and destabilizing trauma terror triggering toxins,
what each of us believes and disbelieves in
becomes more a question
of what and whom we ecopolitically/ecologically believe and disbelieve
co-empathically and co-redemptively with.
I still remember the days I spent protecting you
The days where all I wanted was to keep the grave from you
And to this very day, the memories won't go away
Shaped into your image and I still feel like a fool
Two and a half years have gone so quickly
Lived them for myself, no one else
Those days left terrible scars, I tried to change the world
Those days altered who we are, I tried to change the world
Now here today the scars have all faded away
A new adult formed from the cocoon of those better days
Two souls clung onto life, two souls embracing a knife
The sharp edge carved us to each other, now gone in separate ways
Two and a half years, so much has changed
We're not who we were, but that's just life
Those days I smile upon, when I tried to change the world
Those days I'd never relive, when I tried to change the world
Now that we've lived, we can try
To see better days
He was the kind of guy who overreacted
Frenzied over nothing, played devil’s advocate
And revved up every meeting by poking the bear.
Other employees either loved or hated him.
There were almost no gray feelings about Sam.
He was a hero to those who loved drama.
The workers who felt uncomfortable with heated exchanges,
Tried their best to bow out of meetings if he was attending.
He was the boss’s son, however, and showed up at most of them.
One day social media posted a video of a bear shaking a man
It was funny to people who did not know Sam,
But hysterical to those who do.
Because they would have expected Sam to yell and scream
Run away, and lead the bear on a happy merry chase.
Instead, Sam kept calm. Something he never did in meetings.
This was the turning point for Sam.
He became a hero, and much more quiet at work.
Many said it was his realization that life can be short.
Thus, he decided to not waste another minute poking the bear.
One day the sun will rise only so far,
the earth will rotate but only slowly,
the elephants, whales, and jungle cats
will call out to each other,
rats and snakes will
dive deeper into their skins
as clueless as ever.
It will be cold so dress warm,
remember to layer.
On that day
our inner Christ will put on a wooly hat,
and will rise with us.
for it will be the End
the end of bull as we know it.
Trumpets will sound above Walmart.
In Vegas the Eiffel tower will topple
killing a French tourist.
There will be some that choose
to gnash their teeth,
but those idiots will always be with us.
The End will come,
not with a whimper but with
a lottery ticket,
for everyone will be a winner.
We will all hum along for a while,
then rise up in our glory.
The sun will begin to shine higher,
and Yay
that last winter shall turn to Spring.
Naturally a lot of fools and shysters
will be pissed off
that their prophesies have gone phut.
Even more predictably
the media will fail to report
the great event of our New Reboot,
and those pundit-lackies
will carry on berating us
with their endless daily judgments.
Looks like this afternoon
there will be showers of Ravioli,
among other signs and blessings.
Who are you?
Where do you come from?
Because I know that I am me
And I know where and what I've been
He studied my eyes, he studied the field of view in between us
My name is my name
My life is mine
My dreams are my dreams
These words he said to me with my voice, with my eyes, with my meaning
This void in the night leaked between two lives both living the same life
Two worlds, two visions of life split between
No more words were said
We just sat, both scared half to death of what we could see
That caught we were in a collision of dreams, in a void in the night, in a crack that split the fabric of reality
“Ascension Bleeding”
In the Time of Great Sadness
a thunderous calling
resounds to
The All
Individually
like puzzle pieces
they are slowly
Connected
energetically
the truth experienced
no need for explanation
Internally
From within
they are for once truly feeling
the strange familiarity
of a childhood’s innocence
a once loved but lost
distant story
spreads its
new loving warmth
an alien thought,
this new conceptual
Being -
"They" transform to "Thee"
in this, their collective dream
Become Strong
as
The One
All Understanding
and holding a sceptre
bejewelled with
the hearts and minds
of each other
Love, Respect, Integrity
day by day
from within
the silence of fear
gradually
Becomes Sanctuary
The Time of Great Sadness
disappears
their hearts and minds
slowly unfurl like a
glistening
multi coloured
thousand petalled lotus
Knowledge Arrives
freed
from the clench fisted
Hearts and Minds of Man
in an eternal
formless spectrum of
Ultra Violet
Light
permeating all
from inside
the unified stem
outwards received
It has come from within
The One
is
Borne Again
Some kind
of
strange awakening
Ascension
is unexpectedly
delivered and worn
by that which is not seen
arriving not through
the type of clouds
they were all expecting
the robes
flowing over
and around
The Unexpected Crown
Coronal
Breath Taking
Feet bare, not walking
Ascension Bleeding
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
IT
It is what it is, what is it
What it is, is what it is
It is who
Who it is
Created for worship
Is a place called ?
Where is it
Green grass somber lights lit blue haze of hues
Dominate radiance chance heavenly views
It is what it is, what is it
What it is, is what it is
It is who
Who it is
IT
Golden streets lit by His awesomeness
Mansions white golden rooms occupied for only the chosen
IT
Accomplished this
IT
I marvel It
I pray for this
Instantly as I marvel IT
I spy I'm in heaven
11/25/17
For Contest: IT
Sponsored by: John lawless
As my presents is in IT
As I rise with open arms and eyes
beautiful winged angels
The scene is present