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Creator of Life, you are,
We extoll your creative wonders.
We stand in awe at your wisdom,
We're compelled to pause and ponder.
Almighty God, you are,
Astonishing displays of your great power.
Your name for us is our shelter,
Our stronghold and our tower.
Sovereign Lord, you are,
Exercising dominion o'er all your creation.
We surrender to your ascendency,
In unreserved dedication.
Ancient of Days, you are,
As revealed in your own word.
No one surpasses you in excellence,
Your blessings now conferred.
King of Righteousness, you are,
Your statutes and principles you give.
Wholeheartedly we shall obey your laws,
As long as we shall live.
King of Eternity, you are,
From indefinite past, to forever,
We disown ourselves in servitude,
Our resolute endeavour.
Majestic One, you are,
Incomparable in glory and holiness.
Your resplendent magnificence,
Only you possess.
Alpha and Omega, you are,
The beginning and the end.
Because of your great love, we choose,
To be your lifelong friends.
Praised be your holy name!
J ust and righteous is he.
E verlasting, to time indefinite.
H oly to the superlative degree.
O mniscient, all knowing, all wise.
V enerable, worthy of Worship.
A lmighty in power.
H ighly exalted.
John Derek Hamilton
October 18,2015
His anger is as powerful as a thousand galloping horses coming straight at your chest! I've been beaten. He suffocates. He overwhelms and it takes days to recover. Exhaustion sets in as you lay lifeless at his mercy to attack anywhere he chooses. He doesn't discriminate with his choice of victims. You have avoided him for years racing through life like a nascar racer meets each round to catch up time wasted and yet we all have the same goals. When he decides to have mercy the scars remind you of that you are simply an unreserved outcome that has a cycle to repeat itself. Death would give you pleasure to cease the torture for one more day if you have to replay this event with a disappointment as a child getting tube socks for christmas and not the race car you intended on receiving. The title of this blasphemy that repulses you is called only by one name. Even in preparation you can slip into it's grip. My goodness i hate the flu season!
I wonder.
I wonder what will happen when
all the English dictionaries are burnt
and Shakespeare is abolished
as FAR RIGHT and Racist,
and when the Beatles are
vilified for 'She Loves You'
when it should have
been 'they them love you'.
When the battle of Britain
Begs an unreserved apology.
When the British inventions
Are cast aside as imperial luck
When Europe forgets as the Russians
Have, who saved them in WW2
When people are imprisoned for
Love of these islands and free
Speech is abolished and punished
But this horror won’t happen tomorrow
No, not tomorrow, or the day after
But don’t feel reassured or complacent
Because they arrived months ago
And we all must be ready to pay.
David Cox 02/02/25
Another dreary journey down deaths highway
The daily life of cursed work
Outside Glasgows fair kiss
The free tv shows views as cars driven by the undead squeeze past
The grubby bus window that no one seems to use
All heads in prayer to the constructed deity
Creators of a binary god
My eyes survey a barren space of kermit green
and mud filled divots
And as if positioned by a godlike hand
A family of dearest deer
unspoiled and prohuman glisten from sunlights kiss
A miracle not that a wonderful moment in
a day of unlived life
But as we pass another moment holds hand with the moment before
A boy surgically attatched to his phone and headphones
Catches sight of deer a frolic
And unopposed and unreserved a smile lit his face
And the bones that slowly kill me
loosen for a breath
And a scottish poet finds inpiration and a warmth inside his chest
My grandkids are lucky; they’re going to camp.
To them, it’s the summertime norm.
The owners have naturally had to revamp
So to Covid rules they can conform.
Each camp group’s a “pod” with ten kids who’ve been sent
And they keep to themselves all day long.
No joining with others for any event,
Not a swim or a ball game or song.
The counselors are masked, social distance observed
And for every day since camp’s begun,
My grands come home psyched, with their joy unreserved
And describe all their hours of fun.
Not all children have access to places like this
And I feel for the ones who lose out,
But I’m happy my grandkids do not have to miss
What the summertime should be about.
Those immaculate faces never fake
Those unbiased minds,never betray
Those sharp ears,never overhear
Those truthful lips,never cheat
Those pure eyes,never lie
They just know to love
Unreserved love
They teach us
What's Life
LOVE
They are none other than children
The world will be a better place
if everyone follows them
It leans, a solitary hue
upon the austere granite,
Neither sown
nor awaiting favour’s grace,
Yet dares the sun
with steadfast, quiet fortitude,
Its petals murmur softly,
without entreaty or trace.
I crouch;
my fingers graze the stone’s cold skin
And sense a tremour, subtle, scarcely known;
A heartbeat threads the rock’s unyielding din,
Its pulse, clandestine,
wrought in the marrow of living stone.
The air tastes of dust
and nectar, tempered, rare;
A tang of memory, faint
and curiously sweet;
I inhale,
my own hands pressed to the enduring earth,
Aligning with warmth the stone has borne
through centuries of sun and heat.
A bee veers past,
its flight an off-kilter ballet,
Its solemn humour
provoking a quiet grin;
The hum unravels silence,
subtle, precise,
And in that interstice,
the world contracts, expands, and thins.
Sunlight slides across petals,
like a sidelong glance,
Not pleading,
merely acknowledging what is shown;
Roots insinuate themselves
through fissures with languid perseverance,
A covenant of patience,
wrought without audience or applause.
Its scent, neither flower nor mineral,
insists upon endurance, unobserved;
It bends to nothing,
yet its insistence resonates,
Leaving me implicated,
unreserved, unredeemed.
I rise,
hands lingering on the warming stone,
The quiver of petals,
small, intimate, insistent;
Existence, fleeting,
absurd yet incandescent,
A bee forgets its song,
and I hesitate, quietly,
holding the impossibility in my chest.
At birth our brains are wired
For some ways that we will be,
Including certain aspects of
Our personality.
Will we be shy or unreserved?
Risk-averse or bold?
Quick to act or cautious?
Independent or controlled?
Will changes be exciting
Or will we like things the same?
Will we admit when we are wrong
Or find someone to blame?
Of course, our family plays a part
As well as how we’re raised
And we may make adjustments
When we’re chastised or we’re praised.
But the circuits first connected
Form the base, to some extent,
Of the way we interact and how
Our lifetime will be spent.
Ice dancing is enchanting
Wonderful and incredible
It requires total dedication
To achieve perfect harmony
There are many exhausting
Rehearsals and tiring executions
On the acting itself on ice rink
They are like birds flying free
A beautiful art representation
Often synchronised with rhythmic
Motion of emotions and grace dancing
In accompanying soulful music theme
The audience see the whole impact
And every round about ordeal of action
Is not exempted in the scrutiny of the jury
The winner is crown the darling of the moment
And the most spectacular in all captured lens
But the glory of them all is one that does
The totality of those actors in the rink
Whose dedication and aspiration is unmatched
The expertise in their craft with love unreserved.
Consummation in life, the just reward
Complete satisfaction, confident smile
During smooth sailing and on through discord
Mixed emotions all over reconcile
Success in the end for that extra mile
Consummation of marriage, pure delights
Pleasures discovered, mouth watering sights
Bodies entangled, a passionate mesh
Euphoria reaches staggering heights
Both husband and wife becoming one flesh
Consummation of family, vast joys
Nurturing, caring for, all the details
Unreserved love throughout tranquil and noise
In life’s ups and downs, togetherness sails
One foremost focus that nobody fails
Consummation in death, eternal soul
Accomplished in life, the heavenly goal
The race ran on earth, a burdensome test
Called from above to play out this tough role
Well done faithful servant, enter God’s rest
September 2, 2016