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I Recall the Smell of that Place
I recall the smell of that place.
It came from the small side cafeteria.
I ate there daily for two months of my young life;
From the heat of September 1959, to the chill of early November;
Just a freckled, hungry third grader at Bonneview Elementary,
There, in the outskirts of Redding, a short walk to the cold Sacramento.
Other boys and girls my age were standing in line, waiting
To receive their lunches on green plastic trays at the side window,
With three smiling ladies waving for us to move quietly forward.
The smell of that place was the same everyday, like my mother’s kitchen.
It was the smell of serial casseroles, cheesy and heavy with boiled noodles.
It was the smell of restless postwar children working up a chance to scream at recess.
All of us, just a bunch of 9 year olds, staring at the coming 60’s with no clue;
All together oblivious to the future roadkill to appear, down the highway a bit,
The tragic endless parade of body-bagged playmates from 1959,
Coming into Dover, draped and cradled in the triune colors of the Mother Republic,
My friends from Bonneview who were with me in line all those times,
Smelling the smell of that place; that small side cafeteria,
With the three smiling ladies, waving us kids to keep moving forward.
Where Stars Collide and Shine Ablaze
and Passions stir where Fires Rage,
where Eternal Treasures Oscillate
and Philosopher Stones shine like a Solar Sage,
where Exotic Gems pulsate from Deep Within
and Glow like Wildfires with Wild Flames,
where Embers Uproar in a Blaze Of Glory
and Ascend towards Legendary,
and Eyes Glisten with Celestial Luminosity
Vanquishing the Lesser with Heavenly Aristocracy,
Pulsating Heaps Of Light like Sun Beams
and Chakras Ignite like Solar Bolts Of Lightning,
and a Triune of Mind, Body, Spirit Resurrect
and Blitz Forth like Chariots,
where Souls Ignite and Scintillate
there, the Heart that burns with Bonfire Faith
I am blessed by God
Justice and mercy
are found in the grace of the Lord
I am blessed by His Holy Spirit.
Thus, my heart praises the Triune Almighty
basking in His wondrous love and compassion
assured with His trustworthy promise:
“… I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”*
I am thankful for... a jealous God
who protects His children from Satan,
themselves and from the world.
Indeed, His power is within us.
Hence, with gratefulness to the omnipotent Christ
my soul cleaves to Him and to His immutable truth
while overcoming doubt, fear, despair with His presence
reverberating “Peace I leave with you…”**
I cannot face my challengers alone;
I cannot find solutions by myself.
But I do find strength and wisdom
and I am eternally grateful for...
sufficiency in the grace of God.
Therefore, my spirit is fortified by His upholding might
to surmount trials prayerfully along life’s race
while enabled with His goodness for stewardship glow
serving Him in ministering to others as a blessing
trusting His wisdom:
“Abide in me… for without me ye can do nothing.” ***
He knows better than I what I need;
God takes my breath away
and replaces it with His own Spirit.
Now and forever, I am His precious child
granted with divine nature to please Him by faith
so while awaiting His coming, I strive to live for His glory
testifying: “The LORD liveth; and blessed be my rock;
and exalted be the God of the rock of my salvation.”****
*Hebrews 13:5; **John 14:27; ***John 15:4; ****2Samuel 22:47
Noember 26, 2021
A Collaboration blending the poem “I am Blessed by God” of Reason A Poteet (posted on November 19, 2021) and “My Grateful Praises to God” of Beata Agustin (posted on November 25, 2021).
November 26, 2021
1st place, "DO- IT (DUETS) Collaboration" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 2/18/2022.
"For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made." - Romans 1:20
The coloured space refracts the Creator's essence
A vision soaked in palettes with threefold lens
RGB, HSV, or Lab—three in dimension, yet one in hue
In every shade and gradation, His light shines through
There are no depths from which He does not gleam
In blackest nights, faint sparks can still be seen
A triune of quarks swirl in quantum lore
Chromodynamic sparks weld together the atoms' cores.
Galaxies ignite where the elements unite
As trichrome charge converges to white
'Til eons pass and the stars cave in
And remnant dusts collide to birth new kin
What wondrous run, what state of art!
The world we tread on beats with iron heart
Fe, atom number 26, is a sacred sign
To the tetragrammaton, YHVH, His name divine
Then to its mass, add neutrons—30 in all
The age when priests (and Christ) are given call
As Iron-56 stands, most stable of time and space
Thus our lives shall be, when yielded to His grace
In all of this the bonds shout eight-point-eight
When fusion peaks, new dawn shall propagate
Through life of stars the Spirit breathes
Through crimson blood that iron sheathes
Abundant life is encoded within the Son's name
As the oxygen in air sparks resurrection's flame
Even the atmospheres bear witness to the cross
The Word is inscribed in all of cosmos
Thus Nature's Laws pulsate with His decrees
Woven in Love, not random debris
From stellar breaths to fermion spins
Every speck of existence are God's fingerprints
What breed is this?
Sage or Lunatic,
Chess-Piece or Bard.
Do they see silver in the bloodstream,
hearts pumping hard.
Turning lead to gold.
Re-frabricating a life lived hard.
Pieces of eight, to pay for a life of piracy?
Or innocense stolen, seeking equilibrium and sanity?
Do they have knowledge to pass on,
an altruism
of animal, magnetism,
a charged badge of honor, crested in heart,
emboldened home-sheath, sleeve to cry,
then hone your metal upon.
What propels them on?
Is it the real Olympus, clear,_- Mountain Dew?
Atlantis estranged in Camelot, pouring rivers by the light of the moon?
What propels,
which witch is the spark?
Is it one of Union and Love.
Or did they lose the game
and menace for vengeant troves, of the dark.
Do they Familiar the con of silver,
alchemy,
mesmerism for the greedy?
I want to believe they are rivulets caroming
among the needy.
So I wonder.
Do they speak in a different tongue?
One that reaches out like a serpent,
feeling for the vermilion colored heat under the Son.
It is true, one is the saddest thing.
Reach out, it is the Festival Season
starring a Carnival of Souls.
Stars, not so far out.
North shining to a ship of fools.
Saints and Angels,
under the sleeve of the Triune One.
Of this I have no doubt.
An Eventriude-Fountain Opining Spring,
of Love at first Site,
mine eyes singing a wet dream;
of song that wishes this very thing.?
Of your haunting.
Of Love for Ever, the forge
of liquid fires pour of urning lever.
Fantasian Fever Evermore.
Strangely birthed Aeons at our door.
"If You Do Come This Fall of Love
You Are Welcome Home."
Home in the wild of Grove.
In my garden of song of treasure troves.
"Let us both give of our hands in fold".
Come Out Of Silence
& Liven up Our Senses-nerve.
Pray the light doth take us upon it's womb,
newly born.
Tremble The Dawn.
Uproot my hedge;
against deathroes and time to undo.
Come Spring Let Winter not languish on
without remorseful verb;
or apology's coarsing, coersing dew.
You are due, supple to my soul and my lips.
In heart you will come,
to blaze the glory of the Sun.
For my sun-sets and rises with your dawn,
dusk dawning it's remisscent-dusts
of my trusts by your kiss,
in oath or busting lusts.
Let us pray, and be thence
Blessed by the Triune Omniscient -
Love O curse.
In my Garden of Mists.
In our Avalon, between Loch Ness
and the Craters of the Moon-
caverned in thirst.
Let US be!
Beings shielded by the Sun's milky ray,
in Firesburst.
Eternal Source: A Prayer To The Triune God
Prologue
Eternal Father, Source of Creation,
In whose perfect garden mere dust
---made living by holy inspiration---
Received a sacred duty in trust.
The Fall
Eternal Father, Source of Life,
Whose Command betrayed begot the fruits
--Of daily strife.
We pray now, to endure our suffering test.
The First Command
Eternal Father, Source of Truth
On whose steadfast Word we stake
--Our proof.
We pray now, accept our love professed.
Salvation
Eternal Father, Source of Grace,
Whose Son Beloved was sent to take
--Our place.
We pray now, our faith in Him assuage Your wrath.
The Second Command
Eternal Father, Source of Love,
Whose in-dwelt Spirit seeks Mercy
--All else above.
We pray now, to walk our neighbor’s path.
God is in His glorious home
where no impurity or sin can dwell
that's where the redeemed shall enter
the wonders no human voice can tell
There they shall worship God alone
focused solely on Jesus God's own son
where angels without number sing praises
to the triune God three in one
The place of that horrible pit
where satin and his demons will be
there all Christ rejecters go
never again will be set free
The never ending fire will be ablaze
nothing can stop it's terrible pain
eternity describes it's force and time
hell's permanence marks it's stain
So where will it be for you?
as Jesus arms are stretched open
pleading for your heavenly entry
to run from hell and its gruesome den
FRAGILE HEARTS
F alse friends force me to feel fretfully furious,
R eason turns to regret as I remember the rejection.
A m I antagonistic to anybody's approach?
G uilt gives greater grief than gladness;
I ain't interested in increasing inconveniences...
L et's learn to love, laugh, live and let live,
E ventually, everything will end in an enjoyable experience.
H appy harmonious hearts happen to be healthy,
E nergised by encouraging and empathising with everyone;
A lthough all around me, angry arguments arise,
R esulting in relationships going wrong,
T o the True and Triune God, I totally turn,
S teadily, my sorrowful heart finds solace in this Spiritual solution.
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24.10.16
Look into m~y h~e~a~r~t,
A lot of doubts have piled,
Lord, let them depart,
Please, make me feel worthwhile,
This heart too i~s f~r~a~g~i~l~e.
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Form: Quintain
10.11.16
The Source of Love
Oh dear Lord as I come near
My praise and adoration you will hear.
I enter into your courts with praise
And hinder not my voice to raise.
You are the mighty omnipotent one,
Holy, righteous and compared to none
Omniscient, omnipresent, majestic King,
To you my offerings I do bring.
Creator of the universe,
In you I will my soul immerse.
To lift you high on eagle’s wings
Oh, most glorious King of Kings.
You sent your son to show us the way,
And to give us hope for that coming day.
When he shall return and the trumpets sound
Oh, what jubilee and joy shall abound.
Where Oh death is now thy sting?
Thy mercy Lord is a blessed thing.
When I consider all Thy ways,
I’ll rest in you for all my days.
Your love is like the setting sun.
So beautiful is our redeeming one.
Who paid the penalty for our sin.
And now allows us to enter in.
How wonderfully soothing is your grace.
It makes my heart continue pace.
And comforts all who know your love.
That glorious bliss from above.
You are full of loving kindness.
Gone forever that crippling blindness.
Indeed you’ve opened all our eyes,
Who’ve been rescued from our demise.
Oh what joy comes from salvation.
You have given to every tongue and nation.
We worship you with sweet oblation.
Your Word is truth and our sanctification.
Now our joy is entirely complete,
As we look forward to when we’ll meet.
Our triune God in heaven above,
Who alone is our source of love.
John Stasukevich
8/25/2011