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What is it they say to chase demons away?
When scars inside ache, what words can placate?
What meaning is found crawling on ground?
When you feel you’re nothing to see.
When you see what they think of thee!
Barriers form and walls are built to shield a heart from the pain in the mind force fed through aged, outside guilt!
The soul works so hard to prevent windows opening to what can’t see.
What’s left good you see is worth protecting in thee.
Time passes at last. No more sand in the glass. No more questions are found when the crawler now walks on the ground.
Cold hearted maybe! But that’s the price don’t you see?
Cutting ties to them is killing a life. So sharpening the blade should make the pain fade. But when you’re dead to their eyes there’s no need of disguise. No sorrow is found walking alone on the ground.
Now at least free of what was trying to kill thee.
Thought for Today: God Loves Me
By Dana Redricks
May 6, 2018
Tester I was feeling so blue and rejected, and I had a My partner remind me that someone greater loves me. No matter what this life brings our way we have someone loves us unconditional. People change some people come and go, but God Yahweh will never leave or reject us. We should encourage one another and love and another as Yeshua Christ loves us. I was also reminded to be patient with others because God has been patient with me.
“I, a prisoner in the Lord, encourage you to live the kind of life which proves that God has called you. Be humble and gentle in every way. Be patient with each other and lovingly accept each other. Through the peace that ties you together, do your best to maintain the unity that the Spirit gives. There is one body and one Spirit. In the same way you were called to share one hope. 5 There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, who is over everything, through everything, and in everything.” Ephesians 4:1-6
Form:
Sharing, caring, darling child,
Soon to be so strong and mild.
After comes the One whom she,
Sees in Him the One to be.
Mary gives the Christmas child.
Life He wins through godly trial.
Come increase in His love and peace,
Until all works of darkness cease.
All the earth He made to give,
That His brothers and sisters may live.
In Him is found our holy grace,
For in Him all life has place.
His heart is always open,
To receive and heal us from sin.
His hope is always sure.
In Him we can all be made pure.
Giving us gracious gifts, He renews our lives,
With repentance He is bound to us, through holy ties.
His hands which bore the cross,
Can lift us up, and make up all our loss.
His Father is our Sire,
Who gave us rebirth through His holy fire,
That if we will through freedom come,
He will guide us on the path of His Son.
My heart cries out, “How holy and great Thou art!
Make me Thy steward by setting me apart!
Oh merciful, and loving gentle Jesus,
In Thy loving arms receive us!”
My faith in Thee is pure,
And my hope and salvation sure.
My everlasting need is filled in Thee.
My everlasting soul is forever free!
The beauty and glory of it all,
Thou hast saved me from the fall.
My life embraces Thy holy love.
My strength comes from Thee above!
Free at last, free from the past,
My heart has turned from stone to glass!
The effect of my sin is no more,
Thy love and work hath carried me ashore.
Once more fresh, and anew in Christ,
I gratefully receive this gift of Godly price.
And with this life Thou hast given me,
I will bless all others to come unto Thee!
The Lord has already taken our load.
He has not forgotten us, graven and bestowed.
He has borne our crosses, the schemes of man,
Being lifted and gifted high, upon the palms of His hands.
We are the Lord’s true delight, the reason He died.
He now awaits our arrival, with arms open wide.
Our great Lord loves us today and always, for He is risen!
Providing provision all our days, and we are forgiven!
The night sky
is full of numbers that cannot be counted.
The stars numb then inspire,
then numb.
The word ‘infinite’ becomes a conjectural sum
to be defined by pundits in bow ties
and star-crazed, white coated messiahs.
Tilt your head back on a cloudless night
feel the burn, the cold mathematical anesthesia
of being infinitesimal, not even a reckoning
in an unsolvable puzzle,
a nonplus that breeds only more numbers
until like a train,
your brain runs out of rails to travel upon.
Perhaps an intuitive awareness will save us
- a new kind of starry abacus arise
pre-set to calculate only incomprehension,
then we may move
beyond the tyranny of such number games,
counting only ourselves in.
Preparing
Six Indians, dead in the garden.
They were made of iron, and lead.
Parts of a set, which included military men…
on horses, with cannon and without.
I found them while I was digging.
They made me sad.
There were eleven ties in the drawer.
One for each member of the jury,
which was now voting to hang the “deplorables”,
for their base beliefs.
The twelfth stated he would abstain…
So they shot him, not at random, but in the head .
The others were waiting to see, who would die next.
They were disappointed with each other,
when the remainder all declared
the monsters guiltless.
In other lands, they watch closely.
Waiting to see the truth of winter, the cold of heartless souls.
Things that we can see, others we can not, nor should we wish too.
Gather together, speak softly, be ready.
Kneel and stay close to Him.
Bring your loved ones,
and the lost.
Amen.
No eye could bear to meet the beggar’s gaze ;
A chasm lay between his world and theirs.
Vicarious, sham empathy might raise
Some paltry coins or hollow, barren prayers.
Whilst mockery would be his daily bread
Smug opulence passed by with callous stride,
Determined to leave every plea unread
And anxious to exult in plenty’s pride.
The affluent adjust their silken ties,
And homes with lavish luxuries adorn,
Whereas the impetus for this wretch lies
In having strength to greet another morn.
The irony of fate had played its part,
For he, like them was once stone cold of heart.
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A shadow cast in the dark,
your life feels devoid of light.
And with prospects looking stark,
you hustle the bars at night.
You're ubiquitous white noise,
though invisible to all.
And much like yesterday's toys,
you're left to lie where you fall.
As your days pass, one by one,
anxiety dims Hope's light.
And you yearn to feel the sun,
jealous of the moon at night.
Dreams are where you go to hide,
when everything falls apart.
For there: fears are set aside,
long enough to calm your heart.
It's a struggle to survive,
when forced to paddle upstream.
And to prove you're still alive,
there are times you need to scream.
Death will cut your earthly ties,
like a teardrop in the sea.
And after final goodbyes,
who will shed a tear but me?
to find you
beyond the stars,
believe me, i will travel very far
across the astral expanse
there isn't a destination too remote
if it takes a lifetime, or two
to meet your crying need
whisper my name from the end of the earth,
beyond the stars,
i will get lost to find you
yes, my dearest, I am willing
to travel across realms of dreams;
i'll journey through every cosmic shore;
you're not lost, do not fear...
I will find you beyond the stars.
the echoes of your voice
is my compass, you see...
no galaxy can trap or demarcate us,
no distance can sever the ties
that bind us like glue.
we remain bound
by an unbreakable love and devotion;
through the ashes of time
i will trace the pathways ignited
by a fervent desire...
to reach you
i'm coming, please do wait for me
'tis the longest of journeys home
to your outstretched arms;
i will find you beyond the stars.
Walking along in the darkness
I stumbled on a concerning sight
A prepped victim
Wrapped in crystal light
The threads shone brightly
Around the torso and neck
But the blue head was uncovered
Showing thoughts, not yet dead
I looked for the spider in every space
Knowing she would come and feast
But there's no hurry
When the victim has no hope of being released
Why is the mouth and nose free
Must she watch the soul make its flight
Or is it hope that remains in the air
Entreating the spark to ignite the fight
...to LIVE
Every moment of every day
The anger builds and the ties bind
...tighter to keep the fighter
From waking then taking
Every thought captive
...revealing the killing will never be stealing
THE GIFT of YOU
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-09-2023
My dreams turned into nightmares
The soul’s cloak to take
Intertwined manifestations
I can no longer escape
The soul’s cloak to take
A misguided route of fate
Intertwined manifestations
Brings you closer to the date
A misguided route of fate
Suits with crooked ties
Brings you closer to the date
Subtle mind control clouds the mind
Suits with crooked ties
Brings you nothing but unwarranted lies
Subtle mind control clouds the mind
How do I return to the innocence of sunrise
Brings you nothing but unwarranted lies
My dreams turned into nightmares
How do I return to the innocence of sunrise
Intertwined manifestations