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“Yes, I affirm, I have seen God
But He appeared and then disappeared
This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed
But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared”
Once I felt the power of God
It seeped into me like lightning,
Illumining the track it traversed
It settled somewhere down,
Within the vibrations of light and sound.
In my heart a delectable music swelled.
My life was deluged with song.
His guiding light led me through devious paths.
When was it that I lost connection with that power?
It happened gradually without my knowing
In course of time, it got veiled and eclipsed,
By the darkness of worldly desires.
I was caught in life’s swift current.
Wishing to stay afloat, l drifted,
Into the midst of peripheral comforts,
Like one chasing the deceiving mirage of the desert
My ego bloated like a balloon
I walked on stilts that I forgot the feel of my feet
I felt the stream of love narrowing into a trickle
And then drying out completely.
I was busy making money
In my mad rush after power and pelf,
I threw my values to the wind
Soon storms began raging into my life.
I was befriending gnawing anxieties and strangulating fears.
My dreams shattered like glassware
My world lost its rhythm and I lost my calm.
Life seemed to go on, leaving me behind
Never more I could endure the desolation
That hovered over my me like a dark shroud
Like a mother's despondency at the loss of her child,
An emptiness enveloped my spirit and being.
I knew it was not too late,
To recover all that I lost.
I decided to trace my steps backward,
And travel in reverse gear.
In all earnestness, I turned my downcast eyes heavenward
Soon I started breathing with greater ease
I began getting healed in love’s gentleness
Binding me to God through an unshakable bond
Like sunlight arching through the dark
Once more He came into my life to light my interiors
Now he resides within me, not at the periphery as earlier,
But deep down as a living power, changeless and timeless!
I listened to Choi’s story and I wondered
What kind of people allow a five-year-old
to live on the street by himself, sleeping in bathrooms?
Were these people too preoccupied to care?
His humble unassuming, shy ways
Were in contrast to every neglected five-year-old I have met.
They are usually all folded up with cross arms
Glaring, refusing to do anything an adult asks.
Seoul born Choi looked surprised at the audience’s reaction.
I do not believe he has encountered much approval or admiration
In his life, which started out early on in an orphanage
Where people beat him.
When he opened up and sang, I felt I was listening to an angel.
Possibly this is why he was allowed to live on the street at five.
Perhaps people sensed he was other-worldly, untouchable.
His singing is too.
God is many things
Among those, an artist
The sky, his blank canvas
Sprinkled with hue of varying intensities
The sun
A golden fiery orb
Emitting light for all to see
To me, it's pure symbolism of
What Jesus is
And what we should strive to be
To be the light of the world
Not being consumed by the darkness
Of the worldly ones
I fail, and I stumble
Trying to keep up with society's ideals
Wear this, say that, do this
It's a controversial thought, but
Let's live how God intended
Spreading love!!
The moon the sun's faithful partner
The silver glow of the moon
casts a soft, ethereal light
over the landscape,
creating a tranquil ambience
that invites reflection and peace.
To me, the moon symbolises
Finding beauty in the darkest of times
Not the vague superficial type of beauty
Only looking at looks for looking sake
None not in any way
But to look upon the beauty of souls
Of hearts and of the mind
Truly I believe
God is an artist
In winter deep, my daily Wordle
accords five-letter words new life
and brings a smile, if not a chortle.
So, with a smile, if not a chortle
a brief respite from worldly strife
a sojourn at etomology’s portal.
For at this age, I know I’m mortal
and life with obstacles is rife
but will five letters be my sortal?
Yet is my questing truly moral
if I resort to Rhyme Zone’s knife
shall my last gasp be ever glottal?
For if a smile if not a chortle
graces visage of kin and wife
tis my verbiage near immortal?
In winter deep, my daily Wordle
provides a momentary relief
in five letters, my daily Wordle
can bring a smile, if not a chortle.
February 13 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 17-20
Key Verse– Numbers 17:10 And the LORD said unto Moses, Bring Aaron's rod again before the testimony, to be kept for a token against the rebels; and thou shalt quite take away their murmurings from me, that they die not.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY REBUKER AGAINST MY MURMURINGS
Lord God, You are my murmurings' Rebuker toward my admonition-correction
Thank You for rescuing me from perishing in my grumbling consumption
As You bring me to Your testimony’s circumspection
So I can bud, bloom and blossom in faith by Your compassion.
Lord God, You are my murmurings' Rebuker toward my iniquity-forgiveness
Thank You for welcoming me to Your congregation of loving kindness
As You keep me in Your sanctuary’s divine graciousness
So I can minister with Your righteous steadfastness.
Lord God, You are my murmurings' Rebuker toward my service-productivity
Thank You for accepting me and my oblation rendered unto Your majesty
As You anoint me by Your ordinance-authority
So I can fulfill my Christian duty with sincerity.
Lord God, You are my murmurings' Rebuker toward my devotion-commitment
Thank You for sanctifying me a clean vessel for ministry-involvement
As You grant me Your eternal inheritance of wealthy settlement
So I can present my best before You against worldly allurement.
Lord God, You are my murmurings' Rebuker toward my blemish-purging
Thank You for purifying me from filthiness that’s soul-scourging
As You wash me in Your water of separation wherein I should be plunging
So I can bathe in Your holiness, heavenly surging.
Lord God, You are my murmurings' Rebuker toward my prayer-delight
Thank You for helping me when I cry to You because of fright
As You comfort me in my travail and vexation-blight
So I can behold Your glory with vision of Your radiant light.
Lord God, You are my murmurings' Rebuker toward my stewardship-fervency
Thank You for smiting me of my pride’s persistency
As You lead me by Your wise direction of perfect constancy
So I can depend always on Your mercy and provision’s sufficiency.
February 13, 2023
Happy Tears
To my dear son Louis, with love
It's about midnight, and outside darkness blankets ev'rything.
There was an elephant sitting,
On my chest, abundant pain and sweating,
Grasp for breath, I chewed down some aspirins.
911, ambulance at the door,
Like a cat, quickly move and act, 2 young gentlemen,
Kind and smooth, pressure checked, IV in vein.
Racing to St Francis ER, through the darkness curtain.
Room 106, RNs, Dr., assistance, and more, ready:
Pressure checked, temperature obtained, pulse counted, blood taken,
Chest X-ray, wires and tubes connecting, like a robot.
1 to 10 where's your pain: eleven.
Louis, my son, by my bed, observing with anxiety
Worry written in his eyes, I can see.
5am, and I, lying there like a short-circuit robot.
Deeply concern, Louis still watching over me.
Turn on TV to push away my awe feeling
Louis curled up in the chair, completely consumed by tiredness and perturbation.
Suddenly, my tears wells up, rolls down, and wets my pale lips,
Taste like ocean water, I, too, love you, love you wholeheartedly, my dear son.
Words of God overcame my pain and I realized what the Lord implies:
"Whoever believes in me, will do the works that I do." *
Love is not what one says, nor cites, nor recites,
But what one's done that shows: I truly love you.
And love shall move mountains,
Brighten hope, sprout forgiveness,
Soften stone hearts, bridge differences
Exalt peace, enlighten darkness.
And love shall shed many happy tears, surely,
As I, an worldly father, in ocean of pain and in time of lowly,
Yet my happiness wells up with my tears, abundantly,
When the love of my son touched my soul so deeply.
How one would know for sure God won't shed any joyful tears.
He is Love and He is Divine Father.
Have faith, He, too, shall cry out with happy tears,
When His children "do the works" that He does.
(Jan 28, 18)
* John 14:12
I sit every morning in my patio
And as I sip my morning tea
A russet sparrow in its glory
Comes to sit by me
She twitters and twitters incessantly
As if to tell her tale
With a radiant glow in her eyes
She perches amidst the rails
Once a while she nibbles
Into the plate of grain I give
Hopping and springing she wanders
Picking some twigs and leaves
I talk to her at random
She nods as if she understands
Then pauses and patters so keenly
Like a very trusted friend
I love her sweet company
Hope she does it too
A tiny little birdie she is
With shades of black grey hue
I enjoy the moments so dearly
I long to be one like her
To be ignorant of all the worldly sorrows
And just be happy as you are
Rhyme
20th July, 2020
"And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing -
seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge, you will need, be formed -
till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere,
O my sou.l" (Walt Whitman, 1819-1892, A Noiseless, Patient Spider)
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silence is like a beautiful flower
a rose blooming within my heart. . .
true silence is not about turning off the noise of life
like the television . . . radio . . . music
or turning off the computer and cell phone but it is more
it is the hunger of being just me
and having my own secret quiet- silent place
for me it all happens with meditation
meditation means bliss . . .
it is not something that is happening outside me
but deep within . . . it is a hunger I must feed often
I will call it an "inside" spiritual journey
a journey toward silence
I cannot take you along with me
or share it with you
you must make your own journey . . .
all connection with the outside world is broken
and all bridges back seem gone
the whole world disappears
it does not exist in my silence place
I think of my yoga mat as a magic carpet
that takes me where it will
the silence is profound . . .
yet there seems a wind blowing me up and away
no worldly noise penetrates
I need courage . . . I must let go of all fear
and I float to the center of my mind
where I am a bird singing in the distance
just singing . . .
I am a cloud full of rain ready to burst
then, I am the rain falling
I am a flower with petals opening in the sun
and I drift on a smooth ocean heading for my true north
in utter and beautiful silence . . .
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July 22, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/my hunger for silence
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1168-153-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Hunger
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
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Submitted to the contest, Best Free Verse, July - December, 2019
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
June 17 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 120-127
Key Verse – Psalm 120:1 In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DISTRESS' PACIFIER
Lord God, You are my distress’ Pacifier, hearing me in my cry
Thank You for guarding me against arrows that try
Indeed delivering my soul from deceitful tongue’s pry---
Let me always dwell in Your grace so I won’t become spiritually dry.
Lord God, You are my distress’ Pacifier, lifting me up in my downfall
Thank You for preserving me against arrogance-fall
Indeed keeping my diligence from indolence-slumber’s call---
Let me always come to Your throne’s divine hall.
Lord God, You are my distress’ Pacifier, building me up in my gladness
Thank You for prospering me in Your goodness
Indeed refining my testimony through Your holiness---
Let me always seek Your virtues and righteousness.
Lord God, You are my distress’ Pacifier, beholding me in my affliction
Thank You for kindling me to discern midst divine perception
Indeed filling my heart with Your consolation---
Let me always escape from worldly destruction.
Lord God, You are my distress’ Pacifier, hearing me in my trust-commitment
Thank You for strengthening me by Your upright fulfillment
Indeed mounting my faith around Your compassion-settlement---
Let me always follow Your leadership of heavenly accomplishment.
Lord God, You are my distress’ Pacifier, guiding me in my dream-aspiring
Thank You for making me sow in tears by Your stirring
Indeed encouraging my spirit with Your great inspiring---
Let me always bear Your precious seed with Your everlasting rearing.
Lord God, You are my distress’ Pacifier, correcting me in my vanity
Thank You for soothing me midst my insecurity
Indeed raising my service toward Your heritage-stability---
Let me always rejoice in Your power so mighty.
June 17, 2023
“The song is ended but the melody lingers on.” – Irving Berlin
Ever since I became a Souper in 2022
A profile with tinted eyeglass and grey hair,
Reflecting gentleness and aristocracy,
Caught my wandering yet judicious eyes.
On reading his poems, I was drawn to him.
A cool and level headed man was Harry.
Strong like an old Oak tree, ever sheltering.
A sanctum to new poets, a guardian to all,
A man of warmth and wisdom, an inspiration.
He was not just one among a clump of trees
But stood aloof like an oak tree, firmly rooted.
In his popular poem The Old Oak Tree,
He lays down the credo of his life~
“Let us be sanctuary to the
symbolic songstress, scuttling
squirrel, vulgar urchin;
a fortress for the warrior
a haven for the pacifist
an inspiration for the poet!”
Never a pedant, flaunting his trophies,
For he knew the transitoriness of worldly fame.
Never fancied to ride the Hot Air Balloon
Knowing, it would come down to earth, deflated.
Not a votary of the ultra- modern.
In An Agenda-less Age- a poem of his,
He nostalgically reminisces his childhood,
In a rustic country side with no timetables and no worries,
With 'a tuneful mum dusting the blues in a song,'
Where fences were constructed, not as barriers,
But as support to lean on and chat with neighbors.
Harry, with you we believe too- ‘Death is not the End’
But the Golden Gate to another life.
Though your voice has fallen silent,
You continue to speak to us through your poems.
Your songs are still, yet you live on,
Through every line of verse composed.