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Married and full of hope
She dressed herself for fruit
Not knowing a war raged inside
And the enemy had taken valuable loot
Year after year she waited
As many celebrated life they'd produced
While she sat on the lonely pew
Cursing the god who let her be abused
Working with families who had no value
For the children they brought into this world
She got the sentence of death
As the greatest sorrow to a woman, unfurled
No children would ever be housed
In the womb of a raped child
The infection in her tubes
Spread like weeds, consuming life in the wild
....green pasture
Questions arose, and accusations flew
To THE god who knew
....barrenness
Unwanted, and now, unfruitful
What could this woman offer to her king
Except remnants in 12 baskets
That she can't bring to release, in the desperate cling
To touch, to hold, to see, to experience
The joy of a nursing baby
So, in the middle of the night
She ventured faith on the wings of a maybe
He heard! He answered with a yes
And gave her productive tubes
That carried His breath of life
For the opportunity to prove
...He is Daddy God
.....and she is His daughter
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-09-2019
Note: the sorrow of barrenness is deep and abiding, but is grace is eternal :)
Apologies for the opprobrious actions that have been brought
For Thee, who descended from the exalted throne of Camelot
Patiently guiding and reminiscing of what has been forgot
My constituent tactics will forevermore be at naught
Ruminating and beholding rain for a garden's flowerpot
For introducing a valueless and unfruitful counter-plot
Being the barren soil, being the one who became a sunspot
Spoken before the unseen and plants encircled within earshot
The evoking morning rays of consciousness have caused some distraught
Occurred the substantial difficult admonition for one taught
Through time, traveling as a cosmonaut, change of heart, change of thought
Eons An Augenblick, please keep this seed inside the orchard’s plot
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
Despite your proclivity for the dramatic,
your latest love saga limps barren of marrow.
Perhaps your heart’s unfruitful seeds need a harrow,
lest your spent nuance-fields shrivel up traumatic.
You brag and attest that cupid well tends your quest,
leaving raw, arrow-clad women piled as discards.
You secretly fear lust might pulse your heart to shards,
yet with temerity, you divest, then detest.
Wimpy-lame best names your decrepit armature.
You feel sure you have sent many down pain’s vortex.
You think yourself debonair and worldly complex,
but such false cheers just you hear in dark’s aperture.
written for contest that required the italicized words be used
The howling of the lone gray wolf
His fingerprint sound waves
Reaches out to his alpha female
And to enemies like staves
His hunt unfruitful this night
No ungulates found alive
Few scavenged tidbit pieces
Barely enough to survive
His alpha mate heavy with pups
tucked into the warm den
Hunger gnawed away at her, weak~
dreams of a fat tough hen
Maybe fate would befriend her mate
At least a deer he'll kill
And bring home a lean hind quarter
An empty stomach fill
Sixty days or so the liter carried
Must be many large pups
Maybe four or even seven
Seven pups a deluxe
They'll be delivered just in time
For the deer, elk and moose
To give birth to their fawns~ easy prey
Food source hidden in the spruce
Hunger will recede through the summer
They'll be plenty of game
Maybe at least one pup will survive
To the future lay claim
Contest: Canis Lupus The Wolf
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Written: April 06, 2015
The game of life is filled with greed,
People that are eager to fill a need
Money takes first place,
While what is most important becomes erased
Family’s pay a price
Just to have something nice,
You can’t take it when you die
None of this will matter in the sky.
Yet so much damage is caused by the dollar
It does not take being a well known scholar
To see the effects of what it brings
Look around at everyone and everything
People have killed themselves over stocks
While there are so many children that don’t even have socks.
Money is good to have, but not when it makes you go mad
Many have sold their souls just to obtain the most
Inside it's their "god" and has become their personal ghost,
Their wants grow into unfruitful trees,
Little streams become ravenous seas.
When you put it all into perspective,
When you know the true meaning of life,
It’s not about what materials you have,
It is about if you lived in peace, or in strife,
Did you get to enjoy your children, husband or wife?
By: Sabina Nicole
September 3 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Zechariah 11-14
Key Verse – Zechariah 11:5 Blessed be the LORD; for I am rich: and their own shepherds pity them not.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GOOD SHEPHERD
Lord God, You are my good Shepherd,
always leading me to obey Your call
Thank You for guarding me from sin-spoiling downfall
Help me to follow You toward servanthood hall
I need Your wisdom against foolishness’ mall.
Lord God, You are my good Shepherd,
always teaching me to study Your Word
Thank You for enlightening me from ignorance-discord
Help me to submit willingly to You, my dearest Lord
I need Your truth against deceitfulness’ sword.
Lord God, You are my good Shepherd,
always propping me upon Your foundation
Thank You for defending me from intellectualism’s provocation
Help me to cling to You and to Your instruction
I need Your counsel against wrong action.
Lord God, You are my good Shepherd,
always bringing me to Your perfect will
Thank You for setting me from hell through Your sacrifice at Calvary’s hill
Help me to pray fervently as I in Your care, I keep peacefully still
I need Your compassion against false judgment-bill.
Lord God, You are my good Shepherd,
always directing me to Your holiness
Thank You for purifying me from iniquities’ uncleanness
Help me to abide in Your Scriptures with steadfastness
I need Your assurance against unbelief’s perilousness.
Lord God, You are my good Shepherd,
always guiding me toward victory
Thank You for shielding me from futility of anxiety and worry
Help me to reach Your entrusted goals for Your glory
I need Your hand against pride-caused misery.
Lord God, You are my good Shepherd,
always enclosing me around Your fellowship
Thank You for securing me from unfruitful stewardship and discipleship
Help me settle myself in Your triumphant workmanship’s partnership
I need Your discipline against faithless worship.
September 3, 2023
Cleaving to truth has established my soul
For heavenly and eternal goal
Toward triumphant endeavor so blest
In fulfilling God-assigned sublime role.
Practice of prayer is settling my best
Along God’s throne, drawing nigh to His breast
Seeking for revival of divine flame
Kindled inside loving fellowship’s nest.
Enjoying bliss while Gospel I proclaim
Prevails over my heart with hope to claim
Midst sincere ministerial reaching-out
To spread the good news of redemption fame.
Being at peace conquers attacking doubt
While reading the Lord’s Word for righteous route
Thanking pardon marked by graciousness-bliss
After confessing my sin from guilt’s clout.
Virtues* of triumph surely I won’t miss
Upholding all believers, Brods and Sis
Who in the Saviour are graciously whole
For heavenly flight to worship’s abyss.
*2Peter 1:5-8 And beside this, giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue; and to virtue knowledge; And to knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness; And to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity. For if these things be in you, and abound, they make you that ye shall neither be barren nor unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.
November 15, 2023
1st place, "Stoicism As Way of Life" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 11/28/2023
God as conscience is that inner voice within me,
the infinite spirit that has formed my morals;
a holy power that reminds me of my duty and scruples,
and each day I thank God for his divine lessons.
Childlike innocence has made me a prey,
for wicked people who see me as an easy target;
like a child spontaneous, trusting, a trustful fool,
but I listen to the voice within and turn away.
When I disobey the lessons I know are right,
it never ends well, I run riot, a rebel lost;
I ignore what is my moral code sometimes,
God knows I am not perfect and gently speaks.
Souls blue skies turn grey, murky and gloomy,
and my heart and soul is bleeding my essence;
but I reach out my hand to God and he holds me,
darkness turns into azure and shadows are defeated.
Betrayal by my hand is like a Judas kiss,
when I have been unfaithful to my morals of life;
I am let down in myself and will make penance,
promise God that I can be a good faithful believer.
Life's barren and bland without God on my side,
everything is empty and parched and unfruitful;
my life is dull and tedious, flat and nothing,
I need my faith, I need God to be my true me.
Until I awake to evil that seeks me always,
for the devil takes many forms so I must be aware;
vigilant, heedful, watchful with each person I meet,
it is sad that I must be on guard but this is life.
Dark desires forsake and yearnings tempt,
but I must go slowly and carefully in my actions;
be it passion or ambition, I must not surrender
my faith to feed my cravings- I must be strong.
_______________________
April 14, 2022
Poetry/Verse/The Voice Within Me
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1447-827-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Soul Betrayal
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 04/24/2022
Second Place
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
Apologies for the opprobrious actions that have been brought
For Thee, who descended from the exalted throne of Camelot
Patiently guiding and reminiscing of what has been forgot
My constituent tactics will forevermore be at naught
Ruminating and beholding rain for a garden's flowerpot
For introducing a valueless and unfruitful counter-plot
A creature built from the dust of stars
By light: strength, life, an avatar
Climbing the ladder of time
Dancing to wintertime
Embrace beautify
Firefly goodbye
Gently fly
Here is
I
Being barren soil, like that of a sunspot
Spoken before the veil and the unseen
I sought a new thought
The morning rays stirred disarray in me
A weighty, stern admonished plea
For leaning toward the harder way
Eons An Augenblick, to You I pray
Let this seed in Your orchard stay
A creature built from the dust of stars
By light: strength, life, an avatar
Climbing the ladder of time
Dancing to wintertime
Embrace beautify
Firefly goodbye
Gently fly
Here is
I
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
A creature built from the dust of stars
By light: strength, life, an avatar
Climbing the ladder of time
Dancing to wintertime
Embrace beautify
Firefly goodbye
Gently fly
Here is
I
V- Valued above and beyond any mortal I know.
A- All her hopes and dreams are centered on God.
L- Like leaven, she finds a way to rise to the top.
E- Enter her home and find God's love being served.
N- No one is left hungry, nor is anyone left behind.
T- Time and again, her home has been opened to the homeless.
I- I have witnessed the fruits of her labors of love for 50 years.
N- None dare call her ways frivolous nor her works unfruitful.
E- Every beat of her heart longs for the pleasure of God's Presence.
011823PSCtest, Valentine Poetry Contest. Mystic Rose Rose. 4P