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He is truly divine,
This heart of mine!
He's my oldest friend,
And a friend to the end.
The Master of glory;
And the bible's story.
One of peace and love,
And blessing from above.
The rose petals open,
To let the sun pour in;
And all nature awakes,
To the joy He makes!
The love that He brings,
Makes church bells ring!
Radiant Mr. Sunshine,
You are on my mind.
He is peace in turmoil;
And makes evil recoil.
Only goodness in the love,
That heaven's made of!
We live by His Word,
For His word we heard.
He lights up the soul,
When heaven's the goal!
No need to ever worry,
He lately comes early;
And His miracle once sent,
Can alter every event.
Merciful Mr. Sunshine,
You shine all the time!
And are a friend in need
And help me to succeed.
A true lover of hearts,
And where beauty starts.
Also a lover of nature,
With its wonders so pure.
Grand destiny's doer and-
The Man with the plan.
Consequential Mr. Sunshine,
You are on my mind.
A soul's steady seeker,
And earth shaking teacher.
A love when so flowering,
Must become overpowering!
Gracious Mr. Sunshine,
Brightest light of mine,
With whose helping hand,
I am ever able to stand.
He is in the dawn meadow,
And the hued sunset glow,
And knows love's passion,
And endless compassion!
Such a heavenly radiance,
Is the benevolent advance,
And so unearthly bright,
When we are in His sight.
Though troubles may call,
I stumble and do not fall;
For He solely has the power,
To resolve any unhappy hour.
By His grace, a love supreme,
And birdsong in the ravine,
And green gardens all around,
Alluring to sight and sound!
History remembers the night that trailed us,
It remembers the bus that carried some of us to the unknown,
It remembers the darkness that stood at the door,
It remembers the light that paved a way for us.
History remembers the beating of drums that awakened the good spirits,
It remembers the call that summoned the elements of the day,
It remembers the unrelenting battle against unseen strangers,
It remembers the watchmen who encountered those emerging from the chambers of the night.
History remembers the unrest and turmoil,
It remembers those who journeyed across the sea in search of a homeland,
It remembers the ruins and ashes that the sun rises to mourn,
It remembers those who longed for a return.
History remembers the songs of sorrow sung for a grieving land,
It remembers the nightfall that swiftly descends,
It remembers the homeless and helpless,
It remembers the prejudiced and disparaged.
October 23, 2025.
I'll always remember that humid July day when you, my best friend, almost slipped away. The shock of finding you so cold and stiff. It took four paramedics your body to lift. When I saw you on that stretcher being rushed away, all I could do was to sob and pray. I knew that you had been feeling depressed but I never could have guessed the rest. Unaware of the turmoil you felt with in, I had made morning plans to go to the gym. My inner voice which I frequently doubt made me take a different route. God chose me as a timely alarm, to halt your intentions of doing self-harm. It's now been five years since that horrible day. I'm so grateful to God for not taking you away.
Life, light and burden-less, like lightest breeze;
Guilt, grief, tension and turmoil still at ease...!
Alarm-less by darkness shrouding my path;
Light torches of love and calm evil's wrath...!
Soothed by walking and talking with nature;
In each, finding divine legislature...!
Guilelessly, like a child, I smile and laugh;
Virtues versus vices fight, my behalf...!
Creative artist in me is alive;
AS tool of God, toward newness, I strive...!
Like a warrior, challenges I bravely face;
Fear and cravenness from my heart i chase...!
For sun and moon and stars I wait each day;
Each creature of nature shows me new way...!
The God in whom I trust, Keeps me secure;
I awake each day with greater vigor...!
23 July 2022
JOY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
The cacophony, the clamor
The artificial glamour
The rush to acquire stuff
Fill the emptiness with fluff
Smother silence with yammers
Compressing questions, neglecting answers
Wisdom awaits in secluded woods
In scarlet sunsets, understood
Elicit bliss in solitude
The still in search of self precludes
Repose anonymities permeate
And soothe the restless agitate
From discordance, isolate
Reclusive paths both curve and straight
Frenzies lessens and abates
Turmoil lightens, evaporates
In lush quarantine of thought
Quietude of soul is sought
Equanimity in time alone
Replenishes soil in which dreams are grown
Cadre, thou art quincurion.
Five pointed star says sight, scion.
One in the center, mighty strong.
Four on the sides to greet the throng.
Clamber right o'er that wall, burglar.
Prize in thy eyes, shoot past the par.
Combination lock, face of safe.
O machine gunner, time to strafe.
Quinnat, move thy force in quinnet?
Pincer formation wins the bet.
However, salmon, wedge has wings.
Beware the spinneret. It stings.
Coalacanth, in the glassy lake.
Life is a rogue with thirst to slake?
Turmoil and trial? Fresh ocean blue?
Red rabbit, river, run straight through.
Quoddity, haunt the quadlibet?
Placard, plinth alabaster. Yet:
Relevance, where do you stake claim?
Pertinent, prosper. Fling, O flame.
Entelechy, thy entalpy.
Reason, heat up and sing in me!
Tangle, my thought-spark! Lightning falls!
Blistering broadsides by the balls!
Salve of diviner, vision weird.
Cel animation leered and jeered.
Alien skies and faces strange.
Jagged pulsation, range the change.
Electric shock, fire furious eyes.
Bring back the bolt that fastest flies.
Whirlpool, hum and whir. Broken bow.
Whippoorwill, swallow, undertow.
November 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 21-22
Key Verse – Luke 21:4 For all these have of their abundance cast in unto the offerings of God: but she of her penury hath cast in all the living that she had.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR COMMENDING
OUR BEST OFFERINGS TO HIM
Praise be to God for commending our best offerings to Him:
Diligently by our dedication by His design
Daily through our deeds according to His desires
Devotedly along our determination for His delight
Decisively midst our discretion through His direction
Definitely in our dependence to His discipleship demands
Luke 21:36 Praise be to the Lord for exhorting us
to watch and pray always:
Expressing our trust in His Word
Expecting for His truth by His wisdom
Executing His testimonies inside His will
Entreating for His touch with His wonders
Entering into His triumph against worldliness
Exposing our treasures, time, and talents for His worth
Enduring midst turmoil in witnessing; empowered to win
Endeavouring to toil in His work; encouraged to tread upon His walk
Exemplifying tenacity by His waking; endued against trials in His warmth
Exalting Him thankfully in worship; enlightened midst trials by His watching
Luke 22:32 Praise be to the Saviour
for praying for us as He:
Frees us from frustrations’ failures
Fixes us to focus toward His fitness-fort
Fulfills for us along His faithfulness’ flame
Fortifies our faith by His fuel’s furnished fire
Frames us up firmly against fainting and falls
Feeds us fully within His fellowship’s fruitfulness
Fences us around His freedom's fervency against fright. Amen!
November 1, 2024
Galaxies hang like candles in the sky,
a cuirass for the moon
shining bright and full,
moonlight piercing the inky clouds.
Through it a face traced
with starlight sinks below,
a heavenly visage
fashioned by timeless stardust.
I would fight and bleed for
those radiant golden eyes,
laugh, cry and pray
for the smile that graces your lips.
She crashed through the skies of my universe
Falling like an unstoppable meteor
Into my dreamscape,
breathing life into my trembling corpse.
She cradled me in her arms
guided my shaking hands.
Together, we restored every planet,
rebuilding my cosmos from scattered shards.
But she would always remain the brightest star
even as I fell back into my cycle of days and nights,
a beacon of faith,
the dawn shadow that I always chased.
The only star I anticipate,
even worlds apart.
On the glassy ocean surface
the waves and wind turmoil our story.
I have fought and bled and wept and prayed
In the darkness, I have risen
A beacon ignited by passion.
She soared out of my universe,
leaving it limitless,
an intangible cosmic dancer
swept away by fate.
I circled every planet to regain her
until I looked within
and found that faith
kindling the fire of my heart,
even galaxies apart.
I rise, I spin, I float
Mind unbothered, a blissful soul.
Stars gossip the forbidden in my veins,
Turmoil leaves and nothing remains.
Flame burns like magic, safe and slow.
Dancing with my shadows in the sacred places they go.
Drifting through pulsars of wonder and green,
Visiting galaxies I have never seen.
My heart is in alignment with the universal hum,
Planets frolic to the beat of their own drums.
I rise, I spin, I float
Home is inward, the soul knows.
Colors dance wildly, and lovingly merge
As night unfolds the end is blurred.
Inhaling the mystery, exhaling what is known.
I am with everyone and alone.
In the depths of silence, where the soft earth embraces the body with an ancient gentleness,
Where the grass dances above, whispering forgotten stories in the wind,
I find a peace that settles like a veil over thoughts, like a silent caress,
A place where time melts into nothingness, like a shadow losing its shape.
There, neither yesterday nor tomorrow exists, only an eternal and boundless now,
Like an ocean of calm stretching beneath the vast sky of a starless night,
To forget time, to forgive life for all its turmoil, to clothe myself in peace,
Like a dreamer resting his soul in the arms of tranquility, without regrets.
Immersed in this realm of forgetting, everything becomes simple and pure,
Like an old song echoing from the depths of the heart, gentle and soothing,
Each moment is a wave of silence carrying me toward an uncanny horizon,
Where there are no desires, no fears, only a quiet acceptance of the ephemeral.
In this peace, I merge with the earth that welcomes me as a friend,
And the grass whispering above my head sings me a symphony of eternity,
A place where death is not an end, but a story finding its peace,
Like a bird folding its wings after a long flight, in the twilight's light.
Here, in this sanctuary of silence, I rediscover my essence,
Like a river flowing quietly toward the boundless sea, without worries, without looking back,
And in this sacred silence, I embrace my eternity with newfound serenity,
For death, in its silent beauty, is just another form of existence.