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January 30 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 36-38
Key Verse – Exodus 36:2 …Every wise hearted man, in whose heart the LORD put wisdom and understanding to know how to work all manner of work for the service of the sanctuary, according to all that the LORD commanded.
FAITH IN GOD WHO GIVES US
WISDOM AND UNDERSTANDING
God gives us wisdom and understanding toward right action
As His children who experienced His redemption
Keeping us sanctified by His forgiveness for our sin-confession
While we stay in His perfect will by faith with our submission.
God gives us wisdom and understanding toward good testimony
As His saved people who reflect His light, always shiny
Keeping us fed by His Word that is sweeter than honey
While we honour Him by faith in our spiritual journey.
God gives us wisdom and understanding toward holiness
As His believers who are justified by His righteousness
Keeping us acknowledging His faithfulness
While we strive by faith to do our best with willingness.
God gives us wisdom and understanding toward obeying His commandment
As His followers who are led against transgression-detriment
Keeping us guarded by His upholding commitment
While we praise Him by faith, declaring His wondrous accomplishment.
God gives us wisdom and understanding toward His victory
As His ransomed who are freed from hell-penalty’s fury
Keeping us seeking Him first against doubt and worry
While we serve Him by faith for His glory.
God gives us wisdom and understanding toward being blest
As His heirs who are enriched with His grace to the fullest
Keeping us supplied by provisions to overcome crises-pest
While we pray to Him by faith, with hearts sincere and honest.
God gives us wisdom and understanding toward joyful fellowship
As His worshippers who are revived midst His discipleship
Keeping us steadfast in His friendship as well as leadership
While we labour for Him by faith in our granted stewardship.
January 30, 2025
I set off along the faint trail
it was one I had not noticed before
plunging me deep into unknown territory
stomach clenched in excitement as I strode on
Tall old Oaks, Aspens, Chestnuts and Beeches
cloaked the way ahead, I was aware of silence
rather a nervous paused silent as if holding it's breath
everything seemed to be waiting for something to happen
Deeper into the woods I went, admiring the new slightly odd
flora and fauna scattered about, beautiful flowers blooming
mushrooms two feet and more wide with red and yellow spots
sturdy enough to sit on while I took a rest
Slipping into sleep I traveled even deeper
until I came to the heart of these mysterious woods
a shout went up from elves, fairies and pixies
she is here at last, our soon to be crowned new queen
A magical glen with a throne in the middle
red carpet made from red flower petals strewn
jewels most wondrous glinting in the trees
birds so colorful that they dazzle as they fly
Clasping me by the hand the pixies lead to the throne
once I am seated, they serve me with golden nectar
tasty berries and cakes of flowers on leaves for plates
full of such excitement I gaze around the clearing
A place of tranquility and majestical splendor
little houses in the trees and small fairy lights
standing sentinel was an ancient gnarled Oak
branches waving as it moved towards me
Shaking as it drew closer and stopped before me
an elf handed it a crown that glittered with gems
turning to me it said let the crowning commence
with great ceremony he uttered the words
"Has any here just cause as to why she shouldn't be crowned?"
A deathly silence prevailed not even a murmur
Then turning to me he placed it on my head
all around were now on bended knee, heads bowed
The oak said "Now you are our ordained queen"
As a great cheer went up I startled back awake
the clearing, throne and all the little people vanished
All that was left behind was a feather of wonderful hues
and the crashing of a startled stag fleeing into the trees
written 09/07/2013
contest In The Woods
I was a vibrant vanda thriving
in a wondrous place ~where orchids dream~
and you were a wandering gardener.
Each day you came around
persistent as a bee
murmuring flattering words to me
until at last . . .
you decided to pluck me up.
No longer was I simply captured
by your gaze.
My precious petals then lay open
in your hands.
You could feel my heartbeat
for we became as one,
and ~trapped in your pulse~
I could read the poetry that palpitated
inside your strange but fertile mind.
Mesmerized was I, yet I also knew
I tantalized you.
For a time, our story was not that of
garden variety.
You were my sun, but what was I to you?
Many were the other exotic flowers
of your fantasies.
Caressed and kissed by you,
I was at first in bliss
but passion is ephemeral,
and what you took for love was something
that I grew to see as something else and
overbearing -
later on . . . even as perverse.
As you pressed my pretty petals to you,
my fragrant essence you were
snuffing…. OUT
No longer did I even want to know you.
Freed from you now,
I’m restored to normalcy,
a part of me aware that
~I am the asylum of your ache~
even today.
But ~I taste your truth~ of toxicity
a nasty reality when laid bare
and which at long last
I SPAT OUT
you can have your putrid poems.
They are now
for me
~verses in ash~
Halloween Meow
Pert black feline bosoms blossom
Stepping its paws nonchalantly
Along the length of the gauntly
Elder-oak; towards mocking owl.
With a sullen pout the sun goes down
Until the twilight hours of dawn.
Black lace caresses the lustrous,
Beguiling Harvest Moon's wondrous
Magical mystique. Leaves glitter
In a spell trance and dance in the
Moonlight whilst an occasional
Owl loudly sings in darkness plight.
The feline extends low and rigid,
Back and forth flicking tail as the
Night bows at the brooding shadows
Of witching hour; whilst its desires
Quench, lips lick forbidding entry
For the whiskered grey country mouse.
Quivering with fear falling, falling, falling,
The moon slowly swallowed up by the sun.
Feline curls its tail around his legs ,
Up into a ball and falls asleep.
10/14/2021
Jules
Nibbed pen in hand, he labored on an open page.
In truth, his eyes were focused down upon the moon,
Volcanoes spewing as his capsule glided by.
An interruption shocked him back into his room.
He spied the page before him taking careful note
Before addressing matters that were near at hand.
The noontime meal was ready, calling him away
Still wondering if he and his passengers could land.
No sedentary figure, he had traveled well
And far beyond the borders of his writing desk
To scour oceans deep for all that man could need,
Or delve into strange doings in cavernous depths.
He lived upon an island quite mysterious,
For eighty days he roamed our orb by land and sea
The very center of the Earth he once explored
And on a comet he lived, accidentally.
He even sailed to Africa in his balloon.
An Arctic summer ocean he made manifest.
So many wondrous tales of traveling had he,
And all seen through the pages on his writing desk.
Succumbing to worldliness’ pleasures
flagrant in defying divine laws
egregious according to biblical perspective---
my flesh, plunging into materialism’s pool
drowned in the mire of carnality…
Bereft of truth’s wise counsel
wallowing in conceit’s delirium
claiming dominance over haughtiness’ crown---
my will-power braced upon grandeur-delusion
Languished in self-glory’s imprisonment…
Scripturally obtuse against holiness-paradigm
questioning, doubting, arguing
confused, bewildered, deceived---
my faith, attempting to vanquish religious enigmas
Leaned toward the skeptics’ angle…
Impoverished in terms of heavenly wealth
Falling short of God’s righteous glory
hungering for ransom’s payment---
my indigent soul, starving in sin-pawnshop
yielded to corruption-bankruptcy’s demand…
Shattered by guilt-lacerating woes
gripped with condescending mockery
ardently fighting transgression-surge pressure---
my heart, sensitively delicate to chastisements’ angst
besought Christ’s peace to mediate against my embattled senses...
Condemned guilty, heeding to hell’s fury
facing eternal wrath, devoid of peace and love
I loathed such verdict… yet the Saviour in His wondrous compassion---
quickened my spirit and wrought my virtuous awakening
hence, trusting Him, I yielded my wildness to abide in His presence…
Now, freed to optimize His gracious liberty
I'll serve my Master to Whom I consecrate* my life
ministering to others with jubilant care---
while exalting His name in grateful worship-bliss
midst triumphant faithful stewardship.
*Exodus 32:29 …Consecrate yourselves to day to the LORD, … that he may bestow upon you a blessing this day.
August 29, 2019
4th place, "Eight word challenge 9" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 9/11/2019.
Yesterday’s a Golden Urn that holds
The nectar of life’s fruits, both sweet and sour,
Devoured and gone. Let memory recall
The varied tastes enjoyed then stored away
Within the Golden Urn of Yesterday.
Today’s a Golden Plate piled high with life,
Held out for us to eat its wondrous fruit;
To choose and feast on what will make us strong.
Fulfillment is the goal through work and play
That’s served upon the Golden Plate, Today.
Tomorrow’s but a shining, Golden Light
To yet become the Plate, and then, the Urn;
Intangible, but most desired of all,
For glowing in the aura of its ray,
The hope for new Today and Yesterday.
October 28, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: Past, Present, Future
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 11/24/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: Life According To...
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 11/03/2015
She drizzles on mounds of brick stones
Her tresses pouring like silvery mist
Robed in a veil of pewter and crystals,
Fragrant breath spreading a tune
Across the glossed moorland lushly blazed;
Till she refreshes the prism of grass
Enchanting the eyes from sterling clouds
While barefoot kids fondle her taps.
In October's daze, winds start to prance
As ripened boughs pop confetti of dew...
With her voice waltzing across the sky,
She delivers a lining in float of mist
To gather hues from a wondrous ride
As puddles beneath trickles a glow…
Oh, the youngest daughter of Rain
Coasts on moistened stars; then to fade in grace.
Rain Contest
For Silent One
With God’s wisdom*, we see life’s essence
Understanding His wondrous purpose of spiritual sense.
He teaches us to give our best in our divine goals
By His grace through our entrusted roles.
By the Lord’s wisdom He grants to each believer’s mind
We can abide in His will wherein we’re truly inclined.
Enabled to accomplish well the tasks we are to fulfill
We thank the Holy Spirit for prudence to our minds He does fill.
*James 1:5 If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.
June 4, 2019
"For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made." - Romans 1:20
The coloured space refracts the Creator's essence
A vision soaked in palettes with threefold lens
RGB, HSV, or Lab—three in dimension, yet one in hue
In every shade and gradation, His light shines through
There are no depths from which He does not gleam
In blackest nights, faint sparks can still be seen
A triune of quarks swirl in quantum lore
Chromodynamic sparks weld together the atoms' cores.
Galaxies ignite where the elements unite
As trichrome charge converges to white
'Til eons pass and the stars cave in
And remnant dusts collide to birth new kin
What wondrous run, what state of art!
The world we tread on beats with iron heart
Fe, atom number 26, is a sacred sign
To the tetragrammaton, YHVH, His name divine
Then to its mass, add neutrons—30 in all
The age when priests (and Christ) are given call
As Iron-56 stands, most stable of time and space
Thus our lives shall be, when yielded to His grace
In all of this the bonds shout eight-point-eight
When fusion peaks, new dawn shall propagate
Through life of stars the Spirit breathes
Through crimson blood that iron sheathes
Abundant life is encoded within the Son's name
As the oxygen in air sparks resurrection's flame
Even the atmospheres bear witness to the cross
The Word is inscribed in all of cosmos
Thus Nature's Laws pulsate with His decrees
Woven in Love, not random debris
From stellar breaths to fermion spins
Every speck of existence are God's fingerprints