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Exposed to life’s enigma
midst fulfillment-search ennui
propelling courageous vigilant choice
between the ephemeral vis-à-vis the eternal
along reality continuum, challenging perceptions
upheld by differing perspectives as well as varied philosophies…
I’m grateful to the Sovereign Creator for settling me in His will divine.
Now, my spirit asserts that I do possess living faith in the Almighty God
Who quickened me, bestowing His compassionate redemptive grace
reaching down to offer me everlasting opulence through His truth
enabling vibrant relationship of partnership with Him
toward the experience of His miraculous wonders
mysterious deliverance, merciful providence
mighty dealings, magnificent fellowship.
Likewise, my soul does rejoice that I have a name written down in heaven
not thru my good works, but thru Jesus Christ’s imparted righteousness
nor because of worthy stature, but because of the Saviour’s pardon
never by religious inclination, but by the Lord’s clemency
freeing me from sin-wages’ wrathful condemnation
when I trusted HIM, and eventually sealed
assured with the Holy Ghost.
Re-created, my heart beats for my Master
converted, my mind seeks Scriptures’ direction
called to serve in His ministry, advancing His kingdom
exalting His name along faithful stewardship of blissful worship
via prayerful fortitude, battling temptations provoking selfishness
while teaching, discipling, sharing the Gospel, involving in life-building
thanking the Lord for all opportunities to abound in His work*, indeed blessed.
*1Corinthians 15:58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.
November 16, 2020
2nd place, "It's a part of me - Life and the perceptions and philosophies you hold" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 11/17/2020.
Let there be light
Prayers profound
Lord illumination found
Made humble before the Lord
Heard your voice roar
You gathered the rain
We called out your name
Made life rise
Our Lord respect given before our eyes
Distributed growth throughout our land
Blessings of your right hand
Heavenly present
Pure amazement
Your laughter
We remember
Bless be your water
Glory to you Father
Your unmoveable temple
Which you assembled
Path made clear
Blessed be our angels are near
Divine protection his own
Our Lord renowned
Born of the spirit
Father graced us with it
Put our faith in thee
Father, Jesus Christ and Holy Spirit are three
My children he said have faith in me
Our heart shall keep thee
Believe I see
Come to me
The Kingdom of God on earth
As Jesus Christ has versed
Abiding in God’s will, let’s serve the Lord with joy
Beautified through His grace to minister along gladness-glow
Cheered up midst Scriptures’ truth, smiting hypocrisy and deceit
Delighted by the Almighty’s blessings toward stewardship-triumph
Empowered for fruitful compassionate reaching-out
Fortified to encourage upon strengthened faith
Girded, guided, geared up against human frailty’s endurance
Hoisted as held with Christ’s omnipotent and gentle grip
Invigorated, ceaselessly fervent around Holy Spirit’s revival
Jubilant, gratefully testifying: “Our labour is not in vain in the Lord.”
*1Corinthians 15:58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.
August 24, 2019
Serving the Lord demands complete trust in the Saviour,
… testing total obedience
What matters most is our faith, coupled with patience and resilience.
We must seek His presence, not just stirred in our own confidence
Let’s abound in God’s work* with earnest dependence!
Ministering is both for God's glory and honour,
…while it is people-oriented
What matters most is our response as spiritually prompted.
We must be divinely-led, not foolishly blinded
Let’s abound in God’s work as to Him we’re fully yielded!
Stewardship pursuits call for fervent involvement,
…being blessing-laden
What matters most is our willingness to carry the burden.
We must be a help to the needy, not a hindrance as a leaven
Let’s abound in God’s work, leading others to go to heaven!
Being a servant of the Lord is challenging indeed,
…at the same time rewarding
What matters most is our attitude in toiling and giving.
We must thank Christ for our calling, not complaining and regretting
Let’s abound in God’s work, counting the cost while faithfully laboring!
Following the Master asks for consecration,
…along promises' fullness
What matters most is our genuine humility and meekness.
We must be submissive to His will, not upheld by self-righteousness
Let’s abound in God’s work, surrendered to His life-building business!
Staying in the work of the Lord is filled with commitments,
…and it also brings satisfaction
What matters most is our pure heart and honest intention
We must be motivated by God’s love, not by personal ambition
Let’s abound in God’s work, pleasing Him with our faith’s dedication!
Laboring in the kingdom of the Lord offers privileges bountirfully,
…yet requiring sacrifices
What matters most is how we go through the right process.
We must grow in grace, not waste chances in our servant’s experiences
Let’s abound in God’s work, eternally enriched midst temporal losses!
*1Corinthians 15:58 "Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord."
February 3, 2019
When my heart allows God’s love to prevail
while exuding kindness so blest
smiting selfishness
conquering greed and envy…
…then care's radiance glows bright.
As my soul seeks for divine grace
always vibrant despite gloom of fear
to vanquish despair
triumphing over worry…
…then faith champions prayer-wonders.
Since my spirit thrives midst hope
to soothe anguish and ache of guilt
freeing mind from frustration-failure
to bring joy with pardon bliss…
…then courage serves as inspiration that cheers.
While my commitment for good works* abounds
as the Lord’s mercy shines with delight
toward grateful exuberance
showcasing worshipful praise…
...then devotion to reach-out keeps on despite limitations.
Whenever my well-being continues to consider others' welfare
while aware of human nature blight
acknowledging own faults and mistakes
toward personal growth along transformation-progress...
...then fulfillment of victorious existence testifies dependence upon the Creator.
*1Corinthians 15:58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.
edited on May 28, 2026
3rd place, "Twilight of my Life" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 5/29/2026
Just come along with me to the town
where long time ago I bicycled,
walked and ran about whenever
I wanted to smell the fragrance of Saigon
where I raised my hand to salute the
spirits while passing by the Lang Ong
Shrine and bathing my body among the
incense smoke drifting out over the
streets and worming my way away from
the crowds of fortune-tellers talking
endlessly about their understanding of
universe and keeping silent on their own.
just come along with me to the town
where I said hello to people in the
Ba Chieu Market where they yelled and
boasted about their bargain prices
and always be prepared to load
all their stuff on their shoulders and
heads and run away from the police
and jump over all the walls on their ways
while scattering behind with sandals,
sunglasses and hats... while throwing
into the sky their yells and screams – and you
see now, those sounds still vibrate in my heart.
just come along with me to the town
where I have left many parts of me
onto the dirt trails of Dong Ong Co
leading to my dharma uncle’s temple
and please gently step into the village,
please softly move and try not to break the
standstill air here, where you will see
my footprints still visible around the altar
where decades ago I asked the old
monk Thuong Chieu about the way of
Zen, and then he smiled – and now
I would surprise him when he first time sees
a lady walking beside me. My dear, please
walk gently here in my unchanged
village, where you will see the cows still
standing in the field with their heads staring
at the far-away sky, the birds still reaching
high into the sky, the monk still sitting there
with his endless smile, and there the answer
he gave me now still remaining in an original
state: he threw a piece of tile against the wall
and asked if I heard the sound and then said
that that was the way of Zen – you now see
that that piece of tile still remains floating in the air
just come along with me to the town
where everything stays unmoveable,
and unbreakable endlessly, where the
monk and me live like the unmovable statues.
By Phan Tan Hai
Lantana blossoms beautify hedge-fortress
Radiant colors relieve distress
Pink and red pink of varied hues
With yellow sun’s cues
Brightly show
God’s bliss!
Flowers blow
Oozing sweet fragrance
Celestial scent’s endurance
Refreshing Summer midst glowing heat
Along hope’s steadfast* light, pests attempt to beat.
*1Corinthians 15:58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye steadfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.
June 28, 2019
3rd place, "Writing Challenge 2, June 2019- A Summer Flower" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 7/7/2019.
Looking at this world humanly speaking
from the perspective of no real future
thinking that this earth can't continue
knowing no remedy so no cure
Think of living without any religion
no knowledge of truth to depend upon
you have absolutely nothing out there
not knowing so life's good as gone
You've no knowledge of tomorrow
nothing stares you in the face
looking through your window frame
blocked your sight you've got no place
Seeing deep inside look for a road
any route will do better than nothing
taking you to where you don't know what
nothing is there not even something
Vacant is your only look
unknown nothing empty so unreal
this is fear to grip unmoveable
nowhere to see just to fear
As stubborn as my daughter can be
She wouldn't move
She stayed in her room and cried
I peeked inside her room
And imagined I would see a young doe
Wide-eyed and with tears
Peeking back at me between the trees
Instead, I saw her Barbie Dolls holding the fort, angrily
Standing guard around her bed
With her teddy bear and my daughter
Hiding under the covers
What was supposed to be her first day of school
With her new dress, new shoes, and new backpack ready
She wouldn't move
For she was scarred
Like a shaking tree
And we were both lost in the forest of our lives
With her tree scheduled to branch
And stretch and grow
But didn't, momentarily
Between us, we were both getting schooled in life
And nature
And the fortress that was hard to overcome
For there stood a mountain that wouldn't move
And a mountain that needed to be moved
One pebble, one stone, one boulder, one hill
At a time, motherly, and patiently
For I was the one who was up for the challenge
Of moving that first pebble
For I called her school and doctor for help
That saw me on the altar of my life
Praying that there be a clearing
A path out of the lost forest
With bluer skies ahead of us
With the unmoveable mountain being an aberration
On that second day
The sun indeed shinned
She took that first step
With her Barbie Dolls beautiful again
Mute
but immutable.
Unmoving, unmoveable;
timeless, yet tireless.
Solitary stalwart sentinel
surveils undulating horizon.
Aberrant, achromatic clouds
pock-mark the skies, as distant
rumblings herald his adversary's
latest gambit in their age-old conflict.
The wrath of a thousand crashing,
clashing, thrashing fists batter
against the beleaguered sentry.
Ceaselessly, remorselessly,
the maelstrom assails him.
But the foundations are firm and
noble gatekeeper stands steadfast.
Single-minded of purpose, placid
custodian morphs into combatant as
his luminous, voluminous blade carves
luminescent arcs through chthonic cloak.
Tenebrous tendrils wither and dissipate,
impotent under intense lambent onslaught.
His victory is only fleeting, as vanquished
foes are summarily supplanted by more of
their ilk in a seemingly continual surge.
Again and again, over and over, tormentor
presses the attack, exploiting any weakness.
Over and over, again and again, valiant warden
repels the barrage and despatches his enemies.
And so the pattern repeats endlessly, unabated,
as these eternal opponents jostle for position
in a perpetual cycle of aggression and defence.
Until eventually, finally, ultimately, the stale-mate
is broken; when Tempest's tantrum is tamed and
Blizzard's battalions have been banished, all is calm.
Tranquillity is able to reassert herself and order has
finally been restored; at least for the foreseeable future.
Obligations fulfilled, the triumphant Guardian can now rest.
Until the need arises again, until he's called upon once more,
he will wait patiently, watch diligently, in unflagging vigilance.
Forever resolute, a beacon of sanctuary, a symbol of hope, his is a
thankless task, but the Protector of Mariners will always be needed.
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(C) John C Michaels, 27 July 2017
For Eve Roper's "Lighthouse" Contest.
(1st Place)