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Truth burns at the center of all occurrance,
it is a heat that motivates appettites to enlarge,
truth is a multiplier of quests,
satisfaction always arrives at the porch of a new path,
truth does not reveal endings, only beginings that behave
like currents pushing towards a shore,
truth demands stamina from the finder as well from the seeker,
it dashes in delight from the tired,
indolence receives no invitation from truth because laziness is a debtor,
a fish with no gills,
credit walks not from the bank steps of truth,
one must exchange, transact with it, as wanting is to worth,
Truth holds strength in one hand and suffering in the other,
He gives quarter and meal to surviving artificers who are organizing
their talents for future enterprise,
to the brigand and beggar He puts on a pewter plate
bland beans representing distance,
disillusionment preceeds the knowledge of utility because
new truth means fallacy is an ancestor,
an anthropologist is truth, observing your traits,
orbiting the ability of your judgement,
some of Truth's revelations are more expensive than others,
sometimes He will take your Past and grin like a haughty antique dealer,
truth will invest in your Future as a gambler revisits old glory
speaking fresh fortunes in cold ears,
He is an opportunist incessantly offering information for spirit,
without the ignorant truth becomes a vagabond in a vineyard of sweet rust,
the secret of truth is that it is ours
if we wish to be honest with ourselves,
truth is the inheritence of the strong who know how to make it,
oppossed to those waiting for it -
J.A.B.
Elijah's days wish were here
oh to see divine power in flight
restoring confidence in God's word
declaring truth in it's fullest light
Moses days restored righteousness
despite the trials of these days
famine, darkness and the sword
God empowers by our prayers
Ezekiel's days brought restoration
when bones so dry became flesh
displaying God's kingdom on earth
something it is to relish
David's days restored true praise
raising a temple of living song
one who sought God's heart
showing to whom he did belong
Jehovah is the one and only God
from Zion's hill is sent salvation
such is the days of Elijah
may it be our meditation
AUTHOR NOTES:
written this based on the worship song
'Days of Elijah' - lyrics by Robin Mark
These are the days of Elijah
Declaring the word of the Lord
And these are the days of Your servant Moses
Righteousness being restored
And though these are days of great trials
Of famine and darkness and sword
Still we are the voice in the desert crying
"Prepare ye the way of the Lord!"
Behold He comes, riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
Lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's Hill salvation comes
And these are the days of Ezekiel
The dry bones becoming flesh
And these are the days of Your servant David
Rebuilding a temple of praise
And these are the days of the harvest
Oh the fields are as white in Your world
And we are the laborers in Your vineyard
Declaring the Word of the Lord
Behold He comes, riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
Lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's Hill salvation comes
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
April 3 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 19-22
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 21:16 Moreover the LORD stirred up against Jehoram the spirit of the Philistines, and of the Arabians, that were near the Ethiopians.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR STIRRING ME UP
Thank You for stirring me up toward loving You devotedly
Indeed meeting me during prayer-fellowship sweetly
Always preparing my heart to seek You earnestly
By Your compassion’s goodness greatly.
Thank You for stirring me up toward praising You in my worship
Indeed moving me against hypocrisy in exalting Your leadership
Always kindling my gratitude to express joy in Your offered friendship
By Your granted divine relationship.
Thank You for stirring me up toward learning from You and Your Word
Indeed teaching me to live by Your truth’s record
Always guiding my faith to use Your powerful sword
By Your wisdom toward understanding accord.
Thank You for stirring me up toward serving You through Your vineyard
Indeed choosing me as Your laboring steward
Always strengthening my hands to work hard
By Your might’s standard.
Thank You for stirring me up toward obeying Your authority
Indeed overseeing me midst worldliness’ vanity
Always correcting my motives of any falsity
By Your guarding sovereignty.
Thank You for stirring me up toward abiding in Your will
Indeed bringing me to Your presence where from chaos, I can keep still
Always restoring my salvation-joy while Your assigned tasks I fulfill
By Your inspiring sacrifice at Calvary hill.
April 3, 2022
In a flourishing vineyard,
I’m a vine bearing no fruit,
forsaken in the soil of twisted roots,
burnt and scarred in blistered blackness,
as the cosmic seeds engulf my skin~
with fiery flames of thunder
and scorching stones,
awakening demons to draw
darkness in drowsy strokes,
above this field of fiendish flowers.
Maybe this is the poem of a soul,
singing chaos to collapsed
clusters of leafless twigs,
drenched in rain and tears…
For my empathy, the lotus stars could see,
but you’ve long refused to feel
these aching refrains~
like hailstorms in heartbeats,
bleeding bonfires of woe, yearning to be heard…
Tonight I’ll find solace within ashes and thorns~
counting petals painted in pain,
pondering: if I were a rose,
would you thread rhymes of love
in syllables of gold and green?
Or would I still be nothing but a wordless sonnet,
lost between the waning rays
of forgotten sunsets,
resting in a sky of moonless rivers…
Here Elijah is reclining on his bed,
Waiting for the Divine to pass,
Enjoying the wind rushing by his head,
Stirring the meadow’s tall grass.
As the ground quietly but suddenly moves,
And a shudder takes control of his heart,
He wonders what this episode proves,
As his expectations go off the chart.
The panorama of Naboth’s vineyard
Gives him a certain tremor still.
But with the great charity of GOD,
He drinks Ahab’s wine to the fill.
The vines bending with ripe blue grapes
Appear as a blaze across the land.
The eternal refining fire no one escapes,
Until his faith has an edge none can make bland.
He hears a whisper echo in the cave,
Inquiring for a reason he abides here.
The voice now sounding clearly more grave,
Asks of him, What doeth thou here, Elijah?
And then again, What doeth thou here, Elijah?
May 19 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 32-34
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 32:8 With him is an arm of flesh; but with us is the LORD our God to help us, and to fight our battles.
FAITH IN GOD WHO HELPS US FIGHT OUR BATTLES
God helps us fight our battles in our prayer-plight
Verily hearing us when we call unto Him day and night
While we commune with Him by faith with trust-delight
Toward His answer of peace that invites us for heavenly flight.
God helps us fight our battles in our walk of godliness
Verily settling us upon His truthfulness
While we stand along His righteousness
Toward His way of good success’ gloriousness.
God helps us fight our battles in our service-accomplishment
Verily strengthening us with His grace-bestowment
While we strive to please Him by faith along our commitment
Toward His revival midst His empowerment.
God helps us fight our battles in our faithfulness-bout
Verily enabling us against unbelief and doubt
While we abide with Him by faith against pride’s clout
Toward His victory away from worldly route.
God helps us fight our battles in our Scripture-meditation
Verily teaching us His precepts against deception
While we study by faith with His illumination
Toward His favour while we enjoy His security of salvation.
God helps us fight our battles in our thanksgiving and offering
Verily rebuking us so we confess sins midst His forbearing
While we surrender to Him by faith with His nurturing
Toward His guidance along His wise gearing.
God helps us fight our battles in our diligence as His steward
Verily assisting us as we labour in His vineyard
While we obey Him by faith despite trials so hard
Toward His praise along His safeguard.
May 19, 2025
March 21 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Kings 18-21
Key Verse – 2Kings 18:3 And he did that which was right in the sight of the LORD, according to all that David his father did.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT
Thank You for enabling me to do what is right in Your sight
Despite my incapacity of insufficiency’s blight
Amidst corruption of worldliness’ reality-flight…
Help me in my pursuit toward holiness-height.
Thank You for enabling me to do what is right for Your glory
Despite my inability because of sin’s injury
Amidst taunting of humanism’s mockery…
Help me in my goal to please You against carnality’s fury.
Thank You for enabling me to do what is right along Your instruction
Despite my unfaithfulness triggered by challenges’ temptation
Amidst trials of spirituality’s function…
Help me in my determination for meaningful life transformation.
Thank You for enabling me to do what is right in Your standard
Despite my weaknesses in being a ministry’s steward
Amidst difficulties of labouring onward…
Help me in my involvement in Your great commission’s vineyard.
Thank You for enabling me to do what is right within Your grace
Despite my disobedience of rebellion’s trace
Amidst motivation of haughtiness-brace…
Help me in my resolution to worship You with joyful praise.
Thank You for enabling me to do what is right by Your Word
Despite my ignorance about truth’s record
Amidst treachery of deception’s board…
Help me in my maturity in using faith’s sword.
March 21, 2022
for long i swam oceans fed by rivers of sin
my restless mind withheld no trespass on earth
each thought i hatched took root within my soul
and my deeds unveiled the hidden rot i sowed
my conscience died buried in the devils vineyard
i smoked beyond what my fragile lungs could bear
i drank each bottle that promised me forgetting
i lay with shadows carved in the shape of women
my lips lied my hands stole my heart deceived
my shadow trailed sorrow wherever i turned
but one night a man appeared inside the darkness
his eyes were fire his garment shining white
he called my name though his voice seemed far
and the weight of my sins struck blindness in me
i was not saul nor destined to be paul
yet the dream pressed hard until it birthed truth
i stripped away my rags of iniquity
and embraced the grace that washed me clean in blood
now peace crowns my mind sin became taboo
prayer flows each day as if born in my mouth
i read the scriptures like a lovers endless tale
what drugs could never give christ gave to me free
no longer cachectic my body and bones made whole
no more rehab halls i walk to holy altars
who believed this radiant light could be mine
from darkness to light my thanks rise to jesus
The dry stems of lonesome grape vines of vivacity,
painfully curled and rooted frozen,
entwining the desiccated verdant veins,
sway chilled in the winter wind of desolation.
As the winter departs on the wings of northern winds,
in the harsh whisper of the frozen air
the frost-fastened vines hear,
“wait, you’ll listen the sweet music soon,
don’t despair, the serenading southern breeze
will embrace you with mauve melody”.
The ingrained violet lattice morphs in spring
into a mystical mirror of veracity
with the ingrained sheen of actuality,
reflecting the real rendering of the hued spirit,
rinsed with the suppressed velvet shine
of the distinctive spectral disposition it embodies.
The branches flutter with the emerald wings,
nascent boughs look up with budding fruits to the sun,
draping them with the patina of violet verve.
On the cadenced flow of the joyous zephyr
the lilac luster finds the chromatic course,
trailed by the beguiled butterflies,
flittering on the rhythmic waves of violet rhapsody
in the vineyard of succulent yearning
where the scarlet sky once splashed on you
the elfin hues of longing you‘ve lost.
As your ivory fingers tenderly pluck the grapes
you feel the essence of the violet shadows
you envelop secretly within your purple dreams.
Oh, oh! pity party
I want my old house back
I want it summer
windows open curtains fluttering
in the ocean breeze
I want my carpet sofa chairs
desk etagere
coffee table piles of books
and magazines
I want my little kitchen
chopping block island
glass-front cabinets
with the Chilmark pottery
I want my garden rhododendrons
Montauk daisies
the curved path with
axioms carved into flat stones
I want my white-fenced yard
garden shed made by
the Martha’s Vineyard High School
carpentry class
I want my wide-railing porch
settee swing and chair
blue and white striped cushions
flower baskets hanging all around
I want my friends, my neighborhood
ocean beach plums wild grapes
for the picking
I want my old home back