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Sojourner Truth delivered a resounding speech in 1851
she said "Ain't I a Woman" who gets a whole lot done
now the woman who met Jesus at the watering well
Jesus spoke to her and her whole life to her He did tell
Jesus testified He presented evidence of her whole being Jesus testified and He had her now believing
that Father God has our back
He's our hedge of protection
and that what we've gone through in our lives
is just a reflection
of the mercy and grace that to us
God will always give
and we all are blessed and highly favored
to now abundantly live
Jesus is the Living Water
that which we need to survive
and His testimony are the words
that we need to spiritually thrive
and the only thing in life that matters
is that we worship God in truth.
as it's inconsequential as to who you are
it's only about who you worship to
So go on and testify
tell your revelations
go on and testify
reveal all your complications
Jesus knows who you are
and all that you've gone through
Jesus know everything
and will never judge you
He will counsel you and console you
and forgive all of your sins
He will never leave you nor forsake you
as you're everything to Him
simply go on and testify
don't worry about cancel culture
tell it all, let the chips fall
It's time to develop some uncluttered structure
to stop digging in your personal trash
and let your pot problem go
unburden yourself, tell your testimony
just let the world know
that you are now an anointed vessel
to carry forth the Living Water of Christ
for you've been fully restored, spiritually reborn
now leading an abundantly life
go on and testify
Off Season in Gallipoli
April’s bus from Lecce unloads
at the fabled fish market. It’s closed.
The only hint of June’s full fare
is one slight stall. No one lunching there.
The streets are open; we stroll at will
by a weathered or a white-washed wall.
Look at the moored boats. The slips are full.
No one paints or mends a sail.
Not one child with shovel and pail
works the beach. One man and his bull
dog play a game of pitch and fetch.
Cameras out; this is the daily catch!
The mercato. Shop? No dice!
but its facilities have no line,
leaving time to lick Italian ice
or to enjoy the local wine
and for the uncluttered spell to weave
until it’s time to leave.
Sometimes, to feel God's power, we must take
the simple road, uncluttered, nature-bound,
devoid of those surroundings which may break
that stream of consciousness where He is found.
For when divergent, worldly thoughts stand front
and block deep shifts enlightening the soul,
we fail in the long-sought-for treasure hunt
to find that holy place which makes us whole.
Less worldliness enriches quiet time
to weed out cravings that will dim the light
when on our way to reach this height sublime-
feeling the love of God both day and night.
Fullness and emptiness- conflicting, yes!
But emptiness makes space for full success.
THRESHOLDS
infusing
frugality
with
sheer
economy
the
spareness
of
the
mundane
lean
&
uncluttered
the
compressed
abstraction
in
the
commonplace
a
call
&
response
in
shortened
function
to
convey
the
experience
of the
disparate
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
I attend to my garden each day-
though a tedious task, it is true.
With the seeds of ambition, I pray
it will flourish for me and for you.
Do you know how it prospers my dears?
With the sunshine of radiant love,
and the moisture of falling wet tears,
intermittently splashed from above.
And by nurturing it with the swell
of bright hope for each new shining day;
the faith fetched from my deepest dark well,
it will grow in a glorious way.
Then, by weeding it daily, it should
give new seedlings room needed to grow.
Quick removing unwanted dead wood-
left uncluttered its beauty will show
As my blooms open wide in the sun,
all their colors will blend bright and dim.
I’ll caress them so gently, each one,
and breathe deeply its fragrance, with vim.
Through the Summer, my garden will spread
filling spaces so barren before,
and not fearing the Winter ahead
it will flourish and thrive even more.
Now, I know with the coming of Fall-
my old garden will soon fade away.
But, through Winter's sleep, wait for the call-
to awake on a reborn Spring day.
SIMPLICITY
When little things were very small
And no-one worried much at all
The world was wide and very kind
And no-one ever got behind
And no-one had a useless life
And no-one struggled to survive
When school and work were always done
With laughter in the dancing sun
No complicated times to keep
No nights of tossy turny sleep
The world was kind and wide and good
No shortage anywhere of food
And soft the rain on God’s good earth
And black and white the same were worth
The sea was clean the air was clear
Uncluttered skies from far to near
In field and garden,
Home and hill
Those little things are precious still.
John Puckett
As the autumn of my life approaches, some memory fades,
But I still recall very special times from my primary grades.
We did things then, now considered politically incorrect,
Enjoying Valentine and Halloween parties - no one did object!
The Valentine party was the social event of the school year.
Kids secretly expressed affection for that very special dear.
They deposited their cards in a box covered with colorful crepe;
Walls were bedecked with hearts of every size and shape!
Someone scrawled on the blackboard, "We Love You Miss Ruth!"
And below were scribbled the names of her adoring youth.
Valentines cost two for a penny in those uncluttered days;
A cheap way to express puppy-love in such endearing ways.
As the cards were distributed, secret admirers gave a shy grin;
Boys received saccharine cards much to their chagrin.
Miss Ruth served cookies, cocoa and chocolate milk,
And heart-shaped candies saying 'Mine' or something of that ilk!
Miss Ruth gave a special hug to every girl and boy.
Her love and care topped off a day of consummate joy!
I fear that the children of today may never again enjoy,
The simple pleasures I knew that today some vow to destroy!
Now I wonder if in this day and age where anything goes,
If children are even permitted their affection to disclose?
Or have the politically correct creeps decreed it ain't okay,
For kids to celebrate innocent love on Saint Valentines' day!
Line of inquiry: “Of the fact we are alive, we are sure. All else scriptures say, may or may not be. So presence vibrant, heart pure and demure. As formless awareness we become free."
I wake to the fact of breath~
a small certainty,
steady as dawn warming the edge of a curtain.
Everything else feels like wind-light pages
turning in a book I cannot fully read.
I keep God by keeping still
letting the mind unclench,
letting the heart grow quiet enough
to hear its own unbroken pulse.
“Be still, and know…” (Psalm 46:10)
Presence becomes a soft radiance~
not seen, but felt the way warmth gathers
around a candle’s invisible center~
formless, yet more real
than anything I can hold.
Simplicity is the doorway
where I set down
the heavy furniture of belief~
the arguments, the certainties,
the need to name what is already here.
In this uncluttered awareness
I sense a quiet truth:
being alive is miracle enough,
and the rest is a gentle invitation
to trust what moves through me
without shape,
without demand,
yet wholly holy.
How I cherish idle days unfettered by a strict routine.
(Tho' I'm findin' such days fewer and farther in between!)
A day in which my spouse ain't delegatin' onerous chores,
Nor wants to chase after bargain sales at the local stores!
Pester me not 'til I've read the paper and worked the puzzle,
And have had a steamin' mug o'joe to savor and to guzzle.
I'll have some oatmeal to keep my cholesterol under control,
And later amble to the park for my daily stroll.
I won't even answer the phone when it persistently rings,
Or watch the news on the television and the doom and gloom it brings.
If Girl Scouts appear on my stoop sellin' cookies at my door,
I'll make like I ain't home and the little dears ignore!
I'm content to read a book with the cat a-snoozin' on my lap,
And later on, put the book aside to join him in a nap.
Perhaps I'll enjoy a rousin' rondo by Mozart on the radio.
Anon, I'll relish the grandeur of Pikes Peak from my patio!
I strive to live each day uncluttered with insalubrious despair,
Dreamin' inane dreams and buildin' useless castles in the air.
I'll end the day musin' on the porch, ponderin' the settin' sun.
Maybe tomorrow I'll do those things that today I've left undone!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
3d Place in "Tell Me About You" Contest - June 2010
Stores are closed, shuttered
Highways and roads uncluttered
On the water alight ducks and geese
The air is still, infused with peace
Lonely silhouettes of figures are out for a walk
Homeless, or having no one at home with whom to talk
Some stand shivering, patiently awaiting a bus or train
Praying deep in their hearts that it won't snow or rain
Christmas morning in Chicago, a time of quiet contemplation
A scene replicated in towns and villages across this nation
Be it greeted by a smile, a shrug, a tear or a frown
It's a window for reflection, a moment to build around