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May it not be uttered and may my lips be sealed. I don't like how it makes me feel. It gives no thrill. It has no appeal. So often, it does not heal and seldom closes the deal. Early this morning, I took the time to record a few lines of muse about a word I don't like to use.
I have often thought about the people I have met and the places I have roamed and made my home over the last 50 years. Many are the things, people, and places that have proven to be most disappointing and have wearied, worn me out, and caused me doubts. There've Been dejections, rejections, and questions, but as I look back, I see no regrets.
I have used a 7-letter word so often that it has become a dreadful thing to consider its usefulness. I should think that heaven is the only place such a word is forever forbidden. Presently, that word is NOT WHAT I'M SAYING to you, you, or anyone else and hope to never find it necessary. But if by chance or providence it should be used relative to anyon9 Ie, it would be among the hardest words I ever uttered to living mortals. I've been as far east as the Big Apple but not to stay; and forty years ago, I came with my wife and kids to live in the City by the Bay. I hasten to say that I've never lived longer nor loved stronger than here in the River City where I only want to say the the 2 lettered word 'Hi' but never the 7 lettered
woord, "Goodbye". I can say "Hi" with a smile, but "Goodbye" only makes me cry.
People say that home is where your story begins, but I've never been one to be bound by what others might say. I only know that the place where I was born was never home to me. I tell you, I did not have to look long and far nor think Hard and deep to figure out whom I might blame for the calm, peace, and poise that I am feeling where I live today. Yes, there is something very special about the people and this place where I'm living today that feels like home to me, and I suspect that The Lord has everything to do with it.
042620PS
Character.
That's where the biggest measurements,
truest tests of worth
should lie.
And yet, 'tis not so.
Sometimes, mostly, I believe
that it's indeed enough.
That being a good man
is enough to keep me afloat.
Sometimes, rarely, . . .
I don't.
How many good men die?
How many great people, nice guys,
saintly women, shining paragons of humanity -
are shunned?
People don't always look at you
with virtue in mind,
don't gaze through honor's eyes;
too often they look through you, into you,
to what you can do for them.
Too often they choose,
not to see the real source of light in front of them,
but instead just the glow of fool's gold;
warping your worth to mean usefulness
instead of selflessness,
utility instead of altruism.
Or they misread you entirely;
focusing solely on your looks,
or your wealth, or your mannerisms,
your attitudes;
one is chosen, only one is seen -
the one made to blemish and demean.
Very few gaze on the whole picture,
take in the whole work;
these are those you treasure.
The ones, also, of value,
the ones who are what they claim
and claim little more than living
in a respectable way.
But still, in this life,
character matters oft too little;
gathers all but nothing corporeal.
In the end, one must make a choice;
tangible wealth, or wealth of pride?
What matters to one more -
the character of the substance,
or the substance of the character?
I strive to continue
to believe that great people are there;
that who you are
makes a damn bit of difference.
But throughout that strife,
ever am I haunted, shadowed,
by one ceaseless question.
How many good men die?
That's it. That's what I want to know.
That's what follows and taunts me.
How many of them fall, without ever knowing
just what they've meant to those they've helped -
those they've served, protected, assisted, befriended?
Whether it was a much-needed pat on the back,
picking up a dropped cane, searching for something lost;
or something bigger -
a life given, an oath fulfilled,
a love or a friendship began and striven for -
how many never believe they've made a difference, however slight,
never realize what they truly were?
How many good men die,
having once or more asked a question of their own -
am I a good man,
was I a good man-
without their answer?
He is my almighty, my always, my armor
He is my blessing, my breath, my boldness
He is my comfort, my carpenter, my compassion
He is my divinity, my devotion, my delight
He is my earth, my eternity, my enlightenment
He is my faith, my fulfillment, my future
He is my God, my gift, my grace
He is my hope, my heart, my heaven
He is my insight, my inspiration, my inner guide
He is my joy, my judgement, my Jesus
He is my king, my kindness, my keeper
He is my light, my love, my laughter
He is my maker, my music, my morning
He is my necessity, my nurturer, my night
He is my openness, my oil, my offering
He is my purity, my praise, my peace
He is my quest, my quiet, my quivering
He is my rock, my redeemer, my rest
He is my shepherd, my sight, my sensitivity
He is my truth, my treasure, my theology
He is my understanding, my unity, my usefulness
He is my value, my vastness, my virtue
He is my worth, my warmth, my wisdom
He is my xenia, my xenas, my xenodochy
He is my yearning, my yore, my yesterday
He is my zeal, my zenith, my zest
He is my Jesus, He is my God, He is my Holy Spirit
He is the One I love… He is my everything
Yesterday, tomorrow and today – always
He holds the key to death and the grave
As well as my eternity – Praise His holy name!
Matthew 16:13-19
King James Version
13 When Jesus came into the coasts of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, saying, Whom do men say that I the Son of man am?
14 And they said, Some say that thou art John the Baptist: some, Elias; and others, Jeremias, or one of the prophets.
15 He saith unto them, But whom say ye that I am?
16 And Simon Peter answered and said, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.
17 And Jesus answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven.
18 And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.
19 And I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.
Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
April 22, 2021
"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering? "
Quote by _Constance La France
I suspect that most major cities have abandoned houses.
I have lived in three large American cities, ranked in population,
3rd (Chicago), 17th (San Francisco), and 35th (Sacramento).
Of all the abandoned housing sites that I have seen, none struck me
as sadly as those that I have seen in rural America these last 15 months.
Perhaps my suspicion ascends from my being touched by the site of them
because they represent a history and experiences with which I am familiar.
This write is forcing the question of whether it is better to be abandoned
than to be torn down; to be torn down or to be permitted to return to nature.
The torn-down factor deeply affects me personally, and I am grateful for the
opportunity to share this experience with fellow soupers and others.
There was once a plantation house occupied by my parents
and their family. It was our home where I and at least 10
of my siblings were born. It was a well-built house made
of concrete blocks. We were farm workers and never owners.
After our father had passed and I grew up and went off to
college, my mother was later asked to move.
Some 30-plus years later, I learned that some of those
plantation houses were moved and converted into hotel rooms.
Our house was not among them. Presently, I don't know what
became of our house where so much life was lived and a myriad
of memories were born. Whether brick and mortar or wood and
nails, or asphalt or tin and strews; And whether torn down
or permitted to return to nature, they are now gone to places
unknown to me.
Did our house and the others become a part of trees as some
others I have seen recently, or will the trees knock down
the house? Anyway, their usefulness had expired, and they
were abandoned with no one desiring them anymore.
Indeed, I feel the souls of those who resided in our abandoned
and torn-down house. I feel the souls of Grandma, Mother, Daddy,
8 sisters, 3 brothers, and a dog named Jack. Indeed, I hear the
whispers, the loud noises of children laughing and playing.
Indeed, I house a bank of a thousand memories and more.
052723PSCtest. Constance La France
Contest Name. Writing Challenge - C Quotes -. 2P
Azure-accentuated ambiance awaits aspiring artists
Baby’s birth brings blessings, blowing boredom-blues
Cool calmness charms circumspect chefs to create cuisine cravings
Daybreak dos and don’ts discipline drivers from direction-dazzles
Enlightenment-exercise empowers engineers in their endeavors...
Fiery fluorescent fearlessness fuels firefighters’ faith-fortitude’s fervor
Glowing grace of God gears guardians for guiding governance
Hope highlights health-helpers’ handlings midst heightened heaviness
Illumined instructors inspire with their influence-iridescence
Justice-jubilation juxtaposed with jurisprudence-judgment joins jury...
Kaleidoscopic kindness-keys keep kinship’s knot kindling
Light’s luster leads liberation-lovers to lift the lamenting and lowly
Morning’s majestic magnificence moves mothers with mercies'* might
Nourishing nurses’ nurture and nature negates night’s negligence
Overwhelming opportunities open officials for output-optimization...
Peace-packed period pulls prayer-partners into Providence presence
Quality quotes quiet the querulous' qualms and quixotics' questions
Redolent reflections refocus reviewers against regretful reveries
Spiritual songs by soprano soloists shut silence-stillness
Triumphant thanksgiving tops tight timetable of tenacious teachers...
Ultimate urgency upholds undaunted umpires unto usefulness
Verses vanquish vanities vying against vision of the victors
Watchfulness warmth wakes the weary to welcome words of wisdom
X rays of ‘xpertise ‘xamination x-out ‘xpectations for a Xanadu
Yes-yells yearn for youth yielded yeah-yowls from yesterdays’ yets
Zion's zephyr zooms the zealously zestful to zenith of prize-zillions!!!
*Lamentations 3:22-23 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning:
great is thy faithfulness.
Abecedarian and alliteration forms
July 28, 2018
Edited on May 19, 2022
1st place, "ABCEDARIAN POEM" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 6/4/2022.
watching silently as the ground is disturbed, unearthed
the simple act of digging a hole captives my attention
shovelling multitudes of mixed emotions upon my heart
reaching fingers to let the sands flow slowly through them
life blood seeping, fertilizing soil, and yet draining emotion
innocence disappears from within me, soul lost and confused
strange a farmer digs a hole, raising such usefulness from within,
to feed and nurture, life wondrously cultivated
a young child digs a hole and places seeds of both real and imaginary,
from the real flourish flowers of such incredible beauty
the imaginary grow into dreams of color, rainbows of the future,
where all is possible and the thrill is in the mystery, yet unblossomed
others dig holes to build, the foundations of houses,
a future of the everyday, of need and want,
places where dreams are housed in security, waiting
then there are the holes that are dug for treasure,
to seek and search, to yearn for treasures to enrich our lives,
to provide more than we have or really need
holes dug to find clues from the past, to enlighten us,
illuminating the future
holes, simple mounds of earth, yet the reasons are as big as mountains
holes in ones mind are opened, to allow possibilities,
yet to escape reality
the duality of a hole, to allow truth and yet to escape from it
when need arises
the heart has many holes, wounds left flayed wide open from lost love,
holes from inferiority, abuse, and the constant pounding of thoughts
callous and calculating, cold and unfeeling, the heart is one large hole,
filled to capacity with the emotions of our lives,
I stand now beside this freshly dug hole of blackened earth,
where no life now protrudes
where all future is lost, aspirations gone, no hope of the new,
the rich or the beautiful
as the ebony casket is lowered into this hole,
all that remains is finality
loss, surrendered lifeless into the earth and I wonder why,
there is no escape
bringer of life and yet taker of the ended, life and future returned
mystery unveiled, unravelled, mystery no more,
now just a hole in the ground once again
June 21 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 40-45
Key Verse – Psalms 40:5 Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
FAITH IN GOD WHO DOES WONDERFUL WORKS FOR US
God does wonderful works for us, securing our redemption
He upholds us while converting us toward our transformation
Always guarding our soul by His mighty protection…
Without Him, our faith can’t dwell in heavenly perfection.
God does wonderful works for us, filling us with His grace
He cheers us while keeping us around His fellowship’s embrace
Always comforting our hearts by His peace of no worry-trace…
Without Him, our faith can’t make it in the spiritual race.
God does wonderful works for us, assuring our victory
He strengthens us while refining us for His ministry
Always arming our conviction faith by His truth and Gospel story…
Without Him, our faith can’t win as soldiers in His divine infantry.
God does wonderful works for us, serving as our light
He guides us while hiding us from worldly blight
Always meeting our needs by His concern for our plight…
Without Him, our faith can’t pray in sweet communion’s delight.
God does wonderful works for us, chastening our idleness
He disciplines me while leading us toward usefulness
Always smiting our selfishness by His warning against haughtiness…
Without Him, our faith can’t bear fruit in His bountifulness.
God does wonderful works for us, honouring our commitment
He moulds us while working in us for our church involvement
Always rewarding our labour by His encouraging assessment…
Without Him, our faith can’t serve according to His commandment.
God does wonderful works for us, reviving our spirits constantly
Instructing us while teaching us His Word for discipleship willingly
Always controlling our everything by His love, so kind earnestly…
Without Him, our faith can’t please Him obediently.
June 21, 2025
I was like a fallen autumn leaf,
Withering beneath the banyan tree's boughs,
I know you might have forgotten.
The first day of Allahabad,
Now known as Prayagraj,
It marked my first hunger strike,
Within the university campus,
And my trembling hands recited the first poem.
The memories flooded back yesterday,
Nirala Ji's home's doorway,
And that stone-breaking in Daraganj,
Mahadevi Ji's playful squirrel,
You must have seen that tree.
My journey, while growing up,
So much joy and colors of life,
The university still smiles at me,
As if I were its little child,
Holding a pen and paper,
Reciting "The battle is still on" with great enthusiasm,
And spending nights in the library, conversing with books.
The memory of the payment my friend received,
Margaret from the English department,
And the Miss Poetess from the Hindi department,
That endearing "A childhood lost in the village"
With my rebellious poem,
The bitter truths of society and the nation.
Remembering the ancient history department,
My name written in Harappan script,
Nirala Sabha's stage, where I delivered a speech,
And a lecture offered as a reward and fulfillment,
When I fell asleep.
So much to remember,
Between the sweet union of character and sacrifice,
Even with unfulfilled needs,
Because hope and faith,
For nation-building and social change,
Reminds us of the essence of "The battle is still on,"
And the last effort to keep fighting.
Living a vibrant life,
With the thoughts of Karl Marx and Kant,
I have spent a fulfilling life,
Breaking stones like Nirala did,
Engaging in Premchand's love labor,
And being a part of "The battle is still on,"
Reminding me of days gone by.
Hegel and Schopenhauer's philosophies,
Survived amidst the contradictions,
Satre's understanding I found,
Leibniz and Mill were sufficient,
To comprehend the usefulness and materialism of philosophy,
Today, I have forgotten all the philosophies,
Rejecting Vedic doctrines,
For I had already denied materialism.
Verses from “Samar Shesh hai”
July 23 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 11-14
Key Verse – Jeremiah 11:16 The LORD called thy name, A green olive tree, fair, and of goodly fruit…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY FRUITFULNESS’ PRODUCER
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness’ Producer by Your gracious working
Thank You for enabling me to obey Your voice, lovingly speaking
While hearing my pleas with my childish sulking…
Here am I crying for Your presence I’m always seeking.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness’ Producer by Your answer to my prayer
Thank You for helping me to pursue holiness away from purity-slayer
While soothing my noise of great tumult against flesh-trier…
Here am I begging for Your aid midst tempting vision-dryer.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness’ Producer by Your prospering righteousness
Thank You for planting me in Your goodness to grow through Your faithfulness
While considering my supplications against worldliness-weariness…
Here am I asking for Your compassionate pressing for my usefulness.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness’ Producer by Your commandment
Thank You for letting me profit in Your granted contentment
While shielding my devotion against carnal allurement…
Here am I praising and glorifying Your name with my commitment.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness’ Producer by Your demand for my humility
Thank You for teaching me to honour Your sovereignty
While forgiving my sins I confessed with sincerity…
Here am I cleaving to Your deliverance against transgression and iniquity.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness’ Producer by Your confounding light
Thank You for reproving me so as to forsake backsliding thought-blight
While checking my motives of pretending might…
Here am I beseeching for Your attending wisdom and counseling insight.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness’ Producer by Your assurance
Thank You for granting me life everlasting of heavenly insurance
While warming my salvation-joy with Your peace-endurance…
Here am I acknowledging Your favour of serene forbearance.
July 23, 2023
February 20 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 10-14
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 10:9 Wherefore Levi hath no part nor inheritance with his brethren; the LORD is his inheritance, according as the LORD thy God promised him.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY INHERITANCE
Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You love me unconditionally
Thank You for stretching out Yor arm to protect me greatly
Let me fear You honourably and cleave unto You firmly
With Your commandments that instruct me constantly.
Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You manifest to me for Your miracles
Thank You for teaching me to fight by faith my flesh-tentacles
Let me abide in Your strength away from worldly spectacles
With Your provisions of goodness assured by Your truth’s oracles.
Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You cause me to bring You my offerings
Thank You for satisfying me with Your abundant supply-pourings
Let me rejoice in You despite earthly sufferings
With Your safety enclosing me, correcting my discontentment-murmurings.
Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You prove me of my devotion
Thank You for establishing me in Your doctrine’s fortification
Let me obey You with utmost dedication
With Your grace that sustains me since You redeemed me from condemnation.
Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You increase my faithfulness
Thank You for bestowing upon me blissfulness of peacefulness
Let me learn from Your wisdom and prudence-usefulness
With Your guidance directing me to follow You with willingness.
Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You call me for Your ministry
Thank for leading me to walk in Your ways toward heavenly country
Let me stay in Your mount of triumphant victory
With Your presence in my journey, being in Your kingdom infantry.
Lord God, You are my Inheritance, as You enlarge my service-border
Thank You for cleansing me from abominations that spiritually hinder
Let me stay in Your sanctification-order
With Your holiness as my righteous perfect Leader.
February 20, 2023