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September 1 Scripture Meditations Based on Nahum 1-3
Key Verse– Nahum 1:7 The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY STRONGHOLD
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of trouble
Midst hell-fire’s punishment, causing fright-tremble…
Your goodness has reached out to me from sin-rubble
Enabling me to be spiritually stable.
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of adversity
Midst pride’s destruction, bringing haughtiness-calamity…
Your mercy has visited me from transgression and iniquity
Enabling me to be prayerfully mighty.
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of judgment
Midst filthiness-prevalence, poisoning corruption-involvement…
Your love has attended to me against idolatry’s indictment
Enabling me to be truly free from wrath’s torment.
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of testing
Midst weakness’ attack, intensifying doubt-venting…
Your faithfulness has upheld me from discouragement-fainting
Enabling me to be constantly depending on You, always trusting.
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of crises
Midst discontentment’s complaints, seeking satisfaction-caress…
Your provision has filled me from scarcity-curses
Enabling me to be joyfully grateful with Your sufficiency that blesses.
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of confusion
Midst anxiety’s fatigue, fortifying foolishness-permission…
Your truth has secured me against unbelief’s intrusion
Enabling me to be firmly settled in Your wisdom for my learning session.
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of loneliness
Midst misery’s sickness, drowning health-wellness…
Your gladness has cheered me up from desolation-madness
Enabling me to be victoriously worshipful with peacefulness.
September 1, 2022
Where is our love, where did it go?
When did it slip away
My heart is sad for I loved you so
How did we come to this cruel day
I’m still the one you promised to love
To cherish and care for all of our life
We’d weather all storms, we’d rise above
A couple, a pair, husband and wife
But it seems in your anger you need someone to blame
And I’m always there in your line of fire
Such is your wrath you don’t remember my name
I’m only an object for venting your ire
But this violent storm I can no longer thole
It’s time to break free if I’m to survive
I’ve given too much, I’ve given my all
There’s no morsel left , I’m hardly alive
I’m walking out of this life, out of the door
Leaving behind all the hurt and the pains
The tender young love that we knew before
A heart-wrenching memory is all that remains.
It consumes me whilst I’m in here,
It feeds from within,
I’m not sure if it’s a crutch that holds me up,
Or a cover that keeps me safe,
But I feel it every day,
Every second of every hour it’s here,
Suggesting and resenting,
Whispering and venting,
It’s affects my physicality,
It makes me feel larger,
Foreboding,
It contorts my features to show its hate,
It scares me but I’m not scared of it,
I accept it because it’s mine,
It’s the only thing I own which no one else can get,
Its all I have in here and I need it to get me through,
My hate,
My loathing,
My vengeance,
The only thing i pray for ,
The one thing I wish to find,
Is that when my time is up,
I can leave this hate behind.
Iridescent sky descends with an aquamarine lid,
in Himalayan frozen heights azure glaciers feed
a pristine lake encased within a quiet basin,
over its water, stillness wafts in the air thin,
nature painted a divine scene I saw on vacation.
By the lake I stood soaked in joy and exultation,
crystal water offered the calmness I sought,
my body in placid reflection my eyes caught,
on calm water I perceived my essence entity,
feeling content, I found a place of tranquility.
The lake water was so very clear and so virgin,
looking at depth was like plunging deep within,
felt the pangs abated, venting agony from abyss,
serene soul floated in the euphoria of fluid bliss.
That was the vacation when I found a new me,
etched indelibly in memory, till the end I’ll see.
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February 2, 2022
Contest : My Favorite Vacation In Rhyme
Sponsored By : L Miilton Hankins
short drizzle of rain
splash window and grain
cleaning
flowers gleam post drain
clouds' gathered again
venting
rumble roused the sprain
shake hard the terrain
stirring
vibrant smidgen sward
not pleasant toward
softy
daffodils were oared
glossiest bright ward
lovely.
worker bees discord
care for hive concord
duty
1st PLACE CONTEST WINNER
The Lay is a very old French form of poetry. Its format is fairly simple:
9 lines per stanza, with a rhyming scheme of AAB AAB AAB and a syllable count pattern of 552 552 552.
Written: March 17, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND 1091 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Life Of A Canine Named "Pooch”...
Equally Worthy As Mine
No explanation why,
the following unpleasant memory
shocked this systemofadown human vie
bur rent lee, suddenly, and oppressively
as if...a heavy object
fell from the sky
knocking render yours truly
into a crash test dummy
tail spinning vertigo,
where the soul of this guy
at this moment, when
the following misdeed
occurred well nigh
many werewolf full
moons ago, hence a sigh
leant echo with matthew scott
till he doth die!
Nonetheless, to my
dying day I cannot
forget, nor allow
un paw din nub bull sub woofing,
recollection, yet try as I might ow
(the psychological pain
still rubbed red
dully bone raw),
where ring around
the collar of
this paw - pow
whir fully, doggedly,
grudgingly, now
fines me to em bark
with a shrill bow wow
impossibly (even
incrementally) forgive
thy then girlfriend, now
spouse of approximately
deux dozen plus
years Oh my
DOG - "holy cow"
forsaking the beautiful
faithful, and loyal "purportedly
man's beast friend,"
and ideal chow
mate, upon venting still
smoldering grief
when said wife
egregiously, heartlessly, and
indiscriminately, (though not
deliberately) evoked strife
(cross) be still finds me gnashing,
where emotional grief rife
this closing November 19th, 2018
analogous to a serrated knife
tearing, stabbing, ripping,
and gnaw zee ate
ting lee wreck conning
this melon collie life
of mine, no more valuable,
than a unconditionally loving
creature "put down"
at the Chester County S.P.C.A.
leaving this aging puppy
with an indelible frown,
which sad recollection
unleashes sorrow every noun
and again, which
unrelenting hounding
agony, asper an non
healing wound tantamount
to unsolved killings
haunting ghost town.
There I was vulnerable
For once someone had an ear to lend
To judge me not,
To command me not but listen
For once I feared not saying how I felt truly
To hide not what was of burden.
There I was, not alone but with someone willing to help see me through it all
To say not to me what I had long heard but never understood
To let me be weak yet still see me strong.
For once my heart was allowed to pour out what was heavy,
For once I had someone hold my hand,
Not say it will be alright but helped it be
I felt love and a sense of caring and support
For once I wasn't the shield but the spear.
I was venting, crying and free
I swear I had my heart break from truth and honesty
I had my heart break from the words I spoke and not another's
To me, it was all I needed
Someone to listen and consider my feelings,
In that moment I mattered
I saw the need to feel and not be numb
I felt no need to escape but be present
In that moment, I valued truth
I remembered how it felt to matter.
Stores should be full, yet, not to the pitch of breaking of barns,
Floods within dams shouldn't become causes of our mourns;
Venting all that is frothing within, is way of nature,
Pending to do so might breach the divine legislature...!
Let no chains, yet, bind hearts and hands in doing what is good,
Graces from God, like clear streams, pour in as much as they should;
Mercies from heaven, like rain-torrents, should merrily flow,
Wet, bodily and mentally, life, like sunshine, should glow...!
At the times of Noah, Yahweh opened the floodgates full,
And destroyed the evil-doers, like in storms, cotton-wool;
Those within the arch, like chicks from eggs, the merciful saved,
Granted them new life and made them multiply, as they craved...!
Open the floodgates! For it’s a world of complexities,
Beliefs, codes, ethics and mores, here, face great subtleties;
Crops of goodness and kindness seem to remain so faded,
Weeds of conceits, deceits and meanness stand seeds invaded...!
Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, violence and lust,
From within walls of heads and hearts, should not, like tempest, guest,
Release them through floodgates of grace, glory and charity,
Assert in deep floods of weakness, calmness and clarity...!
24 April 2022
Venting...
I trust NO one here,
I have a REALLY good life,
I WILL care for Sean!
Some people DO care!
Sometimes, I think way too much...
I say, "GO to Hell!"
Scarlet Cope, is or will be my wife,
She is freaking hot and I hope to spend my life with,
I still have some hope but can I cope?
I pushed her away,
The hotel was WAY too much,
I miss her dearly,
I lived in hotels,
I worked in them,
We should NOT have to live in them,
I am NOT a jew,
I still have many Jewish friends,
I studied their ethics,
There is NO end,
You can be my friend,
Be there in the end,
In this evil world,
We MUST transcend this,
My name is Glenn...
And yours is... ___________
Sapphire seas under the sun of July
bottles of wine with skyscraper sights
the feeling that spring has started to cry,
making up shapes that litter the sky.
Just a few things that to me drip with joy
what I want you to know, what I want you to employ
but instead it’s not this that enters your head
when you first see my face, laying in your bed.
I want to know what joy is to you, how do you feel loved? What is it they do?
but you stand at the house and you don’t come inside, don’t even peer in and you give it a price
there are so many rooms and avenues to see
but it doesn’t intrigue you, you jump straight to the fee.
A hand to hold when life’s getting old
a venting space open all hours
a place to feel warm when out there it’s so cold
or when each day brings me new showers.
Just a few things that for me, fill the void
what I’m looking for, I don’t want to be toyed.
But all that you want is for me to bare all, before we’ve even met you make the final call
size me up in just one single way
and if I don’t measure up, you get on with your day.
What must have happened that has stolen your sight
to the point where everything is black or it’s white
You don’t see my nuance, you don’t see the way
there’s more to connection than how good you can play.