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Nestled within loving home’s nurture
inside family, shielding against hatred attacks
having parents as human fortress, greatly steadfast
around siblings exuding sweet belongingness-warmth…
Verily blessed am I to experience wondrous heaven on earth.
Called to be a part of the body of Christ
worshiping the Lord with brethren in spirit and in truth
praising, adoring the Saviour for His compassion so great
midst ministerial stewardship for reaching-out along caring bliss…
Indeed privileged am I to have a part in fulfilling heaven-propelled endeavors.
Illumined with the Holy Spirit
bought with the blood of my Redeemer
sustained against ephemeral cravings of the flesh
geared to behold magnificence of the Deity by trust’s vision...
My heart longs to dwell in heaven where the Triune Providence reigns forever.
Steadfast in advancing God's kingdom
declaring the Gospel according to the Bible
that the Father, love-driven, sent His only begotten Son
Who did sacrifice Himself willingly for mankind’s redemption…
Here am I prayerfully leading others via the ordained Way to heaven.
Thanking the Almighty for gift of eternal life
through faith in the Messiah --- the way, the truth
now ransomed, re-created, imparted with divine nature
to please Him, walking in His righteousness along holy paths…
Privileged am I to be among His peculiar people, sanctified heaven* residents.
Excited for the celestial abode with streets of gold
delighted to inhabit great mansion built by the Sovereign
persuaded upon Scriptures’ truth that in His realm peace dominates
of no sickness, no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither pain**…
I exalt GOD, Who in His mercy, grace, and kindness, ushers me to heaven!
*Revelation 21:1 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea.
**Revelation 21:4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
May 31, 2020
3rd place, "Heaven" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle; judged on 6/2/2020.
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.
I
Twelve tribes and apostles
for Comprehensiveness
Eleven steps to Heaven
Start with The LOVE Command of Jesus
Who ALONE in the Universe fulfilled The First Ten
II
Ten, let's say it again
The Complete Expectation of Heaven
For God is Holy, Holy, Holy
And twice He gave Moses those Ten
III
The number for Patience is NINE
God's Patience Before Judgment
While we abide in Jesus, True Vine,
And thus bear Nine fruit of the Spirit
The last digit before the SHUNYA
That cousin of INFINITY from Hindu and Buddha
(SMILE: You will get over it; we have Infinity to argue)
IV
Let me sing of the Number EIGHT, shall I
The end of a week, then Circumcise
Even Jesus was circumcised on Day Eight!
And my Old Week, the Old Man, bury
On Day 8, so New Life - wine -born again
Begins. Even 800 spells "FAITH" in Greek, and "LORD"
V
From the Seven Days of Genesis to the Seven Seals
In the Book of Revelation, SEVEN conveys perfection
And may we enjoy seven-fold increase in faith and favor
Juxtaposed, never fear, with the Sign for Man
Good to bad, especially SIX followed by more sixes
Both Man and Serpent were created then; perfection & rebellion
Take heart, as we climb - look up to Jesus - GRACE with Number Five!
John 1: 16 hides openly 25: Grace Upon Grace, Coco Chanel knew
Apart from 5 digits, toes, senses, Five Elements (Bhutas) India knew
VI
So may I tell you about the Fabulous Number Four?
Four rivers in Genesis to 4 Directions in Ezekiel
Four Matriarchs and four SABBATHS before Passover
Square root of 2: Watch for Division and Separation
Watch and Pray: God is triune, NOW ONE as Past, Present, Future
Trinity and Diversity in Unity: Mystery of LORD of Infinity
VII
Two tells of balance; one for me & one for you: YANG-YIN
Number of the two, GOD-SON, the VERB in the Trinity
Chapter One spoke of His UNITY, ONE, God in ESSENCE
Chapter Two reminds us again of Division & separation: this EXISTENCE
You seek me, You find me
You know when I sit, when I stand
You know my inner thoughts, my inner feelings
You know my inner sorrows, inner sadness
You know my inner struggles, inner conflicts
You know when I debate with myself
You know when I hate to look in the mirror, and when I like what I see
You call out “Where are you?”
Sometimes I am still nervous, even after almost 25 years
25 years of God being a part of my life
A God I’m sometimes cringe to approach
Yet I want to approach, I want to be bold
To commune with the Triune God is my goal
I wish to dive deeper and deeper into God
Should I drown, I want to accept and embrace it
Will God answer this prayer? Does He want this to?
God is the one who cries out, “Where are you?”
The Father sent His Son by the Spirit to call me back
Yes, God wants this too
In the quiet of the night I still wonder, still fear
God is a Being to be respected and to be worshipped
Can I really approach my Creator? Can I really commune with Him?
Or should I observe the Triune God from a distance?
Father, You are my Father. I should run to You.
Yet, here I stand and stay back even after 25 years.
Lord Jesus, even You approached Our Father trembling and on Your knees
Jesus, please guide me to Our Father who art in heaven
Dear Spirit, take the plunge with me
Push me in and let me swim around in the Triune God.
Let me commune with the Persons, let me get to know the Persons
Let them be my all in all; let me be bound to them
I do not want to be like many of my ancestors,
Who were supposed to be your people and be bound to you.
Yet them walked away and chased after other idols, chased after their own pride;
Father in heaven, do not let me be like them.
Let me be like Jesus who always obeyed you.
Let me be like my King;
My King followed our Father, no matter the cost.
Spirit guide me and walk with me, like you walked with the King.1
I praise You the great Triune God:
the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
who was; who is; and who will be
forever and ever through the ends of the earth
Your heritage is beyond measured time
The earth formless, void with darkness
You moved over the surface of the deep
Larger than time or space
Yet, gentle as a little lamb.
You’re the color of sunshine’s radiance
of twilights last gleam of reds and gold
of the rainbow arching from horizon to horizon.
I see you in the mighty ocean and the lady bug beetle
I feel your presence as the wind blows softly
Or when the spray of waterfall kisses my face
You walk in the world; the world does not see
You tell mankind how to walk
“He has told you, O mortal, what is good;
And what does the Lord require of you
But to do justice, and to love kindness,
And to walk humbly with your God?”
But, how am I to live?
I praise you Lord Jesus
You came and walked healed taught and loved
You bore the sins of mankind
Your shoulders heavy with the weight of generations
From alpha to omega
You died that I might live forever;
But, how I am to live?
I praise you Holy Spirit
You came down as Jesus the Son ascended
You live within me because I believe
The Lord Jesus Christ is my Savior
Sweet Holy Spirit stay here with me
Empower and enable me to know;
How am I to live?
Open my eyes that I may see
Those hungry -- physically and spiritually help me
Those thirsty -- a simple drink to quench their thirst
Those naked – my closet is full
Those in prison – but, there are so many who are different
Those who are sick –a kind visit touch of hand a smile
May they see glimpses of you in me
I praise you God: the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit
King of king Lord of lords
The Yahweh of history
Ever-present ever-powerful everlasting
I am but a speck in your grandeur;
Yet, you guide me and show me
How I am to live.
Micah 6:8
A tradesman’s son and temple secrets die
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.
Contempt delivered their first child perfect,
your childhood gauntlet galvanized neglect.
A mother’s son and her abuse still lie
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.
Too something when her final moments came.
Without confession laid to rest the same.
So was it from the bosom or the flame
the day you heard her call your name?
Consistent honor you bestowed on them,
corollas shredded by thorns on the stem.
Forgiveness took away the rage and strife.
I saw in you, The Way, The Truth, The Life.
With mind and humor, your genetic gifts.
Denatured strands surrendered protein fifths.
All needs provider who was always there.
Divine command parental judgement fair.
Devout corrections laid by word or hand
within a dying culture’s screams withstand.
Alone in Scripture’s cords you did demand
of God’s own virtue, I was taught to stand.
Around your house, collect and to revive
those things of a past that keep you alive.
In every dream that keeps you coming back,
contorts the dawn and colors out from black.
For just a moment, it’s time they defy,
recasts the morning of our last goodbye.
To take a final look and to work through
regrets till each tear welcomes a thank you
When given no tomorrow to be sown,
has sin become the marrow of the bone?
Eternal light now nothing left unknown,
divergent gateways from the triune throne.
The flesh, the bone, to bits, to grit, to ash.
The fires refine the gold and purge the trash.
A common trust in blood for us he died,
to keep our spirits, Hell to be denied.
Forgotten wages slowly turn a knife,
see you again, The Way, The Truth, The Life.
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Form: Iambic Pentameter
Written: 06.13.19 – 06.14.19
Contest: Move Me
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
OUR RESPONSE TO JESUS: MAGNIFICENT PSALMS
Glory to this confusion: man and God
So simple, and so mysterious, a Triune Godhead!
Glory, glory, glory to our glorious God
LORD and King, Yahweh and Adonai, Elohim and El-Shaddai
We all must have, all must sing, Magnificats
Like Mary, who had heard of the LORD
Through Gabriel, Archangel and awesome:
(Yet in her day, a teenager dare not fall pregnant)
Faith comes from hearing … and she had heard of Israel's hope and salvation, The Messiah, and when Gabriel said the name, YESHUA, God is Salvation,
Knowledge and wisdom invaded Mary's mind, then her womb
Would I be willing to speak to a man in authority over me
And let him know he will not receive my first loyalty (Less than Mary)
Luke's Gospel contrasted a literate Priest Zechariah's disbelief
And possibly the "illiterate Mary's" question of a similar kind
He was muted (He had received much; was punished for believing less?)
The Virgin Mary willed herself to be used for Israel, for her LORD …
Yet she did ask, How is this to be since I have not known
A man, Aha! “Seed of woman” dispenses
With the seed of man, for that of God
Praise to the Holy Spirit, our Comforter
LORD we magnify you, glorify thy name
We are saved by faith, that begins with hearing the WORD
We can't do enough to be good; Adam showed that
The love of Jesus makes all things that are impossible, possible,
By faith in He who died on a Cross, the cursed tree
We have become children – to become co-heirs with Jesus still -
Beyond friend, as with Abraham, where we begin
Glory to God for Abraham and his obedience
Now we have surpassing access to God and Jesus
Yet, like all freedoms, this is not free ...
Were you there when My Savior hung on a Tree?
The psalmists and the poets, the singers ... know mysteries.
(c). Anil Deo, Good Friday 2017
1. I am blessed by God
Justice and mercy
are found in the grace of the Lord
I am blessed by His Holy Spirit.
2. 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.”*
3. I am thankful for... a jealous God
who protects His children from Satan,
themselves and from the world.
Indeed, His power is within us.
4. 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…”**
5. 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.
6. 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.” ***
7. He knows better than I what I need;
God takes my breath away
and replaces it with His own Spirit.
8. Now and forever, I am His precious child
granted with divine nature to please Him by faith
so while awaiting His coming, I stri 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.”****
posted Nov. 26, 2021 collab: Beata Agustin (even stanzas) and Reason A. Poteet (odd stanzas)
My dream vacation flies me to the Holy Land
where my Saviour spent His earthly existence sublime…
There in Bethlehem, I will behold the Emmanuel’s humble birthplace
and be seized with gripping condescension-pangs
cognizant that the glorious King of kings in His fleshly nature
was a “babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger*
having farm animals as first greeters and jubilant shepherds as guests.
Then I will bask under the azure sky while visiting the Jordan River
to witness by faith the baptism of Jesus Christ, manifesting the Triune God
with the Holy Ghost descending “in a bodily shape like a dove upon him…”
and be awed by God the Father’s voice out from a bright cloud saying
“This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased; hear ye him.”**
Surely, I will delight to venture out to the Sea of Galilee
where the Lord calmed the storm with His “Peace be still”***
as well as in the Garden of Gethsemane and be drawn to persist with Him
in His supplication-struggle, since “in an agony he prayed more earnestly:
and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.”
Oh, I will trek along Mt. Calvary where the Redeemer ascended
to be crucified for mankind’s salvation, freeing sinners from damnation
and be grateful for His glorious assertion, “It is finished.”****
Never will I exempt the Garden Tomb to worship the Almighty with praise
and be enthralled with the assertion: “He is not here; He is risen.”*****
By the grace of God
I claim for fruitful seeds
as this dream vacation blossoms.
*Luke 2:12; **Luke 3:22; ***Mark 4:39; ****John 19:30; *****Matthew 28:6.
March 21, 2022
5th place, "MY DREAM VACATION" Imagism Poetry Writing Premiere Contest Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 4/1/2022.
To follow our most transparent Light
To lead the most deeply vulnerable Soul
To accompany Beauty's most trusted Bright
This compassionate communication quest,
like positive psychology's best
and whole open systemic theories
about all our most synergetic rest
Resists negative
prejudicial
Retributive Judgment
of EgoSelves and EcoOthers
While positively promoting
TransParency
and VulnerAbility.
NonJudgment,
like NonViolence,
feels far weaker
than positive healing communication powers
of ComPassion.
Yet ReStorative CoPassions
do not seem to co-arise
to the enlightenment potential
of TransParency
or the empowering powers
of VulnerAbility.
This potentially positive Trinity
feels like an almost Holy
Whole
Holonic Triune Truth
Like Yellow sunlight's TransParency,
Love's Blue oceans of deep rooted
nurturing
VulnerAble panentheistic Soul,
Luscious Red flaring flames
of passionate EarthBeauty
Perhaps ComPassion
is less about humane contentment
and more about divine Beauty,
red-blooded EarthPatriotic Joy
enthusiasm
vitality
viral win/win contagion,
peak sensory-sexual experiences,
red skies of dawn's climate vulnerable warming
warning
AND dusk's multiculturally transparent delight
Invoking PolyCulturing CommunioNations
in a more tripartite egalitarian wisdom
full spectral communicating with,
and for, Beauty
Transparency
Vulnerability
And the greatest of these
is the Beauty of all three
redefining a Whole Open Communal Spectrum
Extravagant
exotic
erotic
intricate
intimate
infinite
sensuous
sensory
incendiary
incomprehensible
ecstatic
elegant
handsome
handfulls
of gorgeous nonviolet
win/win conversive
lose/lose reversive
vulnerably restorative
transparently regenerative
EarthParadise Passion.