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In the realm where words take flight,
Let me share a tale, both wise and bright.
Of responsible hands that wield the gun,
An ode to the virtues, one by one.
Through misty morns and shadows deep,
Lies a world where guardians vigilantly keep,
The promise to protect, the ones they adore,
With caution and care, to even the score.
Responsible souls, they bear the weight,
Of freedoms preserved, an entrusted fate.
In skilled hands, a weapon, a tool to defend,
Against darkness that seeks to rend.
With knowledge profound, they strive to attain,
Mastery of arms, a resolute aim.
Safety their mantra, it echoes strong,
For loved ones' peace, they'd stand lifelong.
They foster respect, for life and the land,
Adhering to laws, with a steadfast hand.
Through discipline's forge, they shape their will,
To harness the strength, yet a heart that's still.
For hunters, a stewardship they embrace,
Conservation's call, a noble chase.
Balancing nature, a harmony sought,
Ensuring the circle of life is not forgot.
But beyond the bounds of woods and fields,
In tales untold, there are truths revealed.
Responsible hands bring solace and peace,
Uniting communities, as violence they cease.
In times of peril, a beacon they shine,
A force for justice, in a world that's unkind.
Yet in their hearts, a solemn plea,
To shun the misuse, that darkens what's free.
So let us not forget, as we reflect,
The essence of this, let us protect.
For responsible gun ownership does provide,
A haven of safety, a shelter to abide.
To love your country,
you must commit yourself indefinetly;
there are no doubts, or fears
when it comes to defend it fervently..
do it for the sake of your family,
or your countrymen who wish for peace!
They will send you to distant lands,
away from your loved ones...
to uphold freedom and its sanctity,
and you'll shine with bravery!
Anytime peace is threatened,
you'll retaliate and engage in combat,
true soldiers always fight with self-confidence,
never retreat in any circumstance!
There'll be days of fright , of darkness and despair,
and nights to shed tears on cold pillows;
no tender eyes to glance into or arms to embrace,
but surrendering distorts your honor!
As the mission comes to its end suddenly,
and you are one of the surviivors to declare victory,
although you'll also grieve for the fallen ones:
you'll wave your flag to the calmest skies!
To love your country,
you must avail yourself of dignity
and protect its borders vigilantly;
be aware of its tremendous cost:
risk your own life,or allow
the enemy to toast!
January 22 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 13-15
Key Verse – Exodus 13:14 And it shall be when thy son asketh thee in time to come, saying, What is this? that thou shalt say unto him, By strength of hand the LORD brought us out from Egypt, from the house of bondage.
FAITH IN GOD WHO BRINGS US TO VICTORY
BY THE STRENGTH OF HIS HAND
God brings us to His will along His redemption
Victoriously saving us in faith by His compassion
Valuably caring for our souls against sin-oppression...
Very loving is He Whom we obey for our triumphant transformation.
God brings us to His will along His holiness
Victoriously upholding us in faith by His graciousness
Verbally guiding our steps through His Word’s steadfastness...
Very strong is He Who lifts us in our walk of righteousness.
God brings us to His will along His miracles indeed
Victoriously protecting us in faith from enemies’ greed
Vocally instructing our hearts to do well through preaching creed...
Very great is He Whom we praise as He meets our need.
God brings us to His will along His fulfillment
Victoriously pushing us in faith toward prosperous development
Visually showing to our focus His glory in our church involvement...
Very firm is He Who lets us abide in His plan with sincere commitment.
God brings us to His will along His power to advance His kingdom
Victoriously directing us in faith by His wisdom
Valiantly propelling our diligence against slothfulness and boredom...
Very merciful is He Who hinders us against worldly stardom.
God brings us to His will along His hand
Victoriously ushering us in faith to His promised land
Visibly manifesting to our experiences His presence so grand...
Very awesome is He Whom we adore through Scriptures’ demand.
God brings us to His will along His leadership
Victoriously helping us in faith for fruitful leadership
Vigilantly watching over our lives around His fellowship...
Very precious is He Whom we esteem in our service and worship.
January 22, 2025
Fallen leaves of wintry breeze subsides
Cold have taught me to spring forth warmth
And guard my limbs, my vitals, vigilantly.
Once upon a time I was blinded by shadows
Lurking in my dreams, in the dark, and in broad daylight
They were closer than most, (myself.)
Strings of pearls with gold and diamonds; will shimmer
Right before my eyes, for me;we deserve to glow
and grow, and sail to see of love.
For love resides within vault of our conscience
It is the all mighty weapon against enemies
It remains all we'll ever need to share on life's journey.
I am my future; we are our future for better or worst
Rest assure, a grain of good can be nurtured
I have see it flowered and spread like dandy-lions.
For within iris; that pupil upon orb of spiritual eye
It isn't hard to recognize, it's ever alive
Thriving in its place, naturally by the Almighty.
*
A gardener was gifted a seedling.
Before planting its teeny weeny stem,
he gently prepared the earth,
carefully, vigilantly, so it was soft,
but tough enough to hold its roots.
Everyday, affectionately
he would provide it with water,
especially when the sunlight was too strong.
At times he would place an umbrella
over the top, so the stalk would not become dry.
When the winds would blow with force and
the sapling would shiver and shake,
the gardener would place a solid support against
its trunk, so it could lean on it during the storms
and when the puddles were too deep,
the gardener would wipe them away
and make sure it wasn't affected by the moisture.
Slowly, as the gardener nourished
the young tree, its roots spread
deeper into the ground and gradually
it began to reach out its elegant branches.
Before long, verdant leaves spread, all glossy
with their satin sheen sparkling in the sun.
When callous, colder days arrived
and leaves began to wither, like sorrows
the gardener would treat the bark and
cleanse away the moss,
so no beetles would ruin its skin.
When snow angels fell from the sky,
he would remove all the snow
and build snowmen around its base,
so the tree would be jolly on bitter nights.
As it grew all high and mighty,
its curly brown branches became home
to baby birds and hibernating squirrels hiding their nuts.
With sincere vigour the tree would protect them
from predators... Now the tree was big and strong,
so the gardener would sit underneath resting
from tiring days sheltering from the rain.
After a while the gardener never returned,
but the tree kept flourishing,
because it had unyielding foundations
to battle the elements.
Having been mandated by the Sovereign Commander*
we, His church, in the power of the Holy Spirit are ordered to:
win the lost toward His way by His love
warm the cold and weary brethren with His grace
warn the skeptic unbelievers thru His Scriptures
wake up from slothfulness and fruitlessness
watch vigilantly for His coming
waver not in our biblical faith
worship Him in spirit and in truth!!!
*Matthew 28:18-20 And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.
April 30, 2019
*Image of Two Hearts Drawn On Sand by Heart Images.
Heart Truth
Harmony resonates...fulfills an abandoned chamber,
albeit, interims vigilantly monitored...by one's self,
seconds fleet onward...persuading one's lips to rise gladly.
Gleeful eyes revisit....a hosts of crossing memories,
each and all contain a measure...throbbing gently a ballad plays,
once exist a youthful sight...now aged look back--my heartbeats.
Harp strings rhythms...my veinuous tracks embrace--an organ plays,
while one which entertains...constantly convinces a melody,
twain pounds likewise as one...compared since the day eyes first met.
Soundless bounces consonance...silent eyes whisper a tune,
donning facial expressions...grants a lifetime in brevity's blinks,
solemn occasions a welcoming...touched and set claimed me.
Juxtaposed well times...atone for the substance that writhes me,
on days that my heart quivered for a beat...hands gripped my chest tightly,
beckoned Heaven's gate to wait a while...angels awoke me.
Blessed be normal cadences...epilogues long await,
an open invitation hails...a broader spectrum stimulates,
an anew life has been rewarded...a heartbeats so true.
2020 August 08
*1st Place*
Heart Truth
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke: Judged 2020 August 09
When I was a child everyone’s mother on my block corrected me.
Every adult in the neighborhood watched me vigilantly, carefully.
Watching for me to do something wrong,
So they could call my mother.
On the way to school I sometimes took a risk,
Knowing full well I’d get a spanking when I got home.
Sometimes it was worth it.
On a daily basis, I was called to a variety of porches to apologize.
This was the 60’s
In a small Iowa town.
It’s the way it was.
None of us questioned it.
One Wednesday Mr. Joe
Came out on his porch
And yelled, “If you don’t stop dawdling,
You’ll be late for the bell!”
We did not know what dawdling was,
But my sister and I ran to school,
Sliding into our desk seats seconds
Before the bell rang.
Mr. Joe had saved us from
Staying after school with the teacher.
We started waving at him every day after that.
“We are going to play hooky” I told my twin sister one fine day.
We were on our way back to second grade, after a hot bowl of
Tomato soup with a zillion crackers, and an ice cold milk I refused
To drink because I hate milk.
When Mom’s car pulled up
My blood ran cold.
My sister started screaming and
Ran right to her.
I was much more difficult to catch.
Neighbors ran out to tell her where
I was hiding every fifteen feet.
I got switched all the way
Back to school,
And decided I hated
Neighbors.
No child could have been
Snatched by a stranger
In my home town in
The 60’s.
They would have had him
Down on the ground under
A sea of knees before
He finished his first
Sentence to us kids.
We were loved, protected, and raised by everybody.
Watched as closely as caramel candy at Christmas time.
New year's day 2021
Disinclination regarding tradition
to make resolutions stance
adopted courtesy yours truly.
Though such proclamation
may smack of high treason
no matter convenience to season
and ideal time to leaven existence,
I discern no rhyme nor reason
to make a promise unable to keep
whereby only disappointment I reap
inducing tears whether awake or asleep,
thus Matthew Scott Harris utters nary a peep.
as he doth vigilantly creep
along the information superhighway
hooping to sow (sew) what he didst reap
re:pair so I can strut (wool ewe bull eve)
like a Mummer wannabe counting sheep
while he does sleep.
E'er since Pope Gregory XIII effectively
(furnished, generated, and
instituted his holy mojo)
introducing Gregorian calendar
approximately four hundred
thirty nine years ago
chroniclers of time - mostly
religious Norwegian farming bachelors
casually referred to brethren as bro
ejaculated (sometimes premature) invocations,
which echoed across
Lake Wobegon, said incantations
devout followers among populace
did likewise parrot and crow
generation after generation
whereupon enigmatic, dogmatic, charismatic
monk native to Burma
stoked one after another ego
artificial construct did ebb and flow
amazingly enough maintaining accuracy
with marginal probability of error
precision parsing seconds, minutes, hours...
would only tolerate absolute zero
variation regarding prediction
of weeks, months, years...
as sophistication of civilization did grow
allowing, enabling, and providing
jolly fellow bellowing ho... ho... ho
could make his round the world wide web
timely trek linkedin with timepiece
assembled with B Corporation approval.
certification of "social and
environmental performance"
a private certification of for-profit companies,
distinct from legal designation
as Benefit corporation.
The above plug an unsolicited commentary
regarding San Francisco, California
based eco friendly and socially conscious company
and recent employer of eldest daughter,
an engineering University of Pennsylvania alumna.
"Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts keep my drooping eyelids open wide."
~ Shakespeare's Sonnet 27
Often, when my body craves nothing more than sleep
my mind wanders in gardens where thoughts take root.
I ponder why the fervor of poetic ideas flicker and seep
into my psyche as if I must follow the Pied Piper's flute.
I cannot stifle the waterfall's cascading inspirations
for the palpitations of my pulse cannot staunch the flow.
A chorus of whispered voices begs me to take notations,
not to be forgotten before dawn's pink skies begin to glow.
I've failed to silence the visitors with burgeoning verses.
Their Sonnet seeds are planted with end rhymes in a row.
There's no ignoring their demands with my abusive curses.
I wonder how I might convince them to be quiet and go.
Once, I tried counting sheep, but I heard fairytale lines
drifting over a fence in my head, and meowing of a cat.
I tried to drown them out with music but in the confines
of my sleepy mind, lyrics came flying at me like a bat!
I'm not amused when my muse tells me I'm being lazy.
On reflection, I must speculate that she's the instigator.
I tell her to go away. I can't write when my mind is hazy.
She mumbles words I cannot hear. Why do I tolerate her?
I've given this bane, this insane lack of sleep some thought
Usually, I refuse to give in to ponderings and stay in bed.
Battle lines were drawn, and though vigilantly I have fought,
if I'm to sleep, I will surrender and write what's in my head.