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May 7 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 42-45
Key Verse – Psalm 42:8 Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMMANDING YOUR
LOVINGKINDNESS TOWARD ME
Thank You for commanding Your lovingkindness toward me every day…
Even though I’m weak to pray
Because of my sinfulness exposed by Your holiness’ x-ray
Your caring concern is with me all along the way.
Thank You for commanding Your lovingkindness toward me at night…
Even though I’m blinded by worldliness’ sight
Because of my carnality’s blight
Your constant forgiveness gives me delight.
Thank You for commanding Your lovingkindness toward me midst affliction…
Even though I’m guilty with distressful lamentation
Because of my transgression
Your unfailing gentleness serves as exhortation and admonition.
Thank You for commanding Your lovingkindness toward me despite trial…
Even though I’m unworthy of grand dealing, divinely royal
Because of my denial and betrayal
Your compassionate cheerfulness encourages me with discipling portrayal.
Thank You for commanding Your lovingkindness toward me in my difficulty…
Even though I’m doubt-filled with uncertainty
Because of my frailty
Your strengthening might upholds me for faith’s stability.
Thank You for commanding Your lovingkindness toward along my struggling…
Even though I’m frustrated, yielding to pride’s pulling
Because of my selfishness-pushed failing
Your ready comfort lifts me against fatal falling.
May 7, 2022
My pulse quickened
As tears streamed down my face
I felt my soul race
Notes rising from discarded bits
Yanked out of plastic bags
from decaying pits
Skin sun baked and bleeding splits
Garbage, hand formed into instruments
So that these deaf ears might trace
The spectacle of true dignity
that poverty can't erase
Theirs is a world far removed
from manicured lawns and lace
Strings and frets
Oil cans and pipes
Found amongst the baby wipes
by people painted in scarlet stripes
By society treated like a disease
Some how finding music
from coins cans and keys
Music resonates
From a place with few trees
Pouring forth from polluted streams
People like these
sort out opportunities
that no one else
would ever think to seize
There, a young girl
takes a tin violin in hand
She's transported to a magical land
White beaches and sand
Now symphonic dreams
are hers to command
Each chord played
feels like possibility
A fret held bridge
to a different reality
She kisses a star
Transcends their invisibility
Fruit tins and bent cookie sheets
An X-ray film to create a drum beat
People from around the world
Rise to their feet
Still the ones at home
Don't have enough to eat
Let us practice compassion
Repeat, repeat!
Rise from our seat
Think beyond privilege
In our land of the elite
The ones called "Garbage Pickers"
the low of the low
Moving in harmony quick and slow
What we hear and see
Will it cause our hearts grow?
Do we feel life's rhythm and flow?
For, from what others have discarded
they have something to show
Winds of change are coming
Waters rising
Watch listen and see
where the notes of change blow!
Dedicated to the people of Paraguay who work in the Garbage Dump of Cateura.
Check out the documentary "Landfill Harmonic".
Not entered in any contest.
Written March 9th 2016
If I had x-ray vision
How naughty I would be
Spend all of my time in jail
Disregarding all privacy
Who wouldn't like to fly
Think of the time we'd save
Like a bird, take to the sky
Avoiding the TSA
Powers of the mind
The future perfectly clear
Secrets I would find
If your thoughts went in my ear
Telekinesis might be fun
Move anything with your eyes
The power of the sun
Mischievously fantasize
Wisdom was King Solomon's desire
In a way, wisdom is power
But wisdom is inspired
With a gift already empowered
It's the most important one
We often carelessly use
When all is said and done
Our gift is the power to choose
an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
Invisible
Ah to fly
Like Superman
And save the day once more
Or X-Ray rescue captives
As I laser-melt the door
Perhaps I climb
Tall towers
And swing without a care
Between the skyline scrapers
Catching villains in a snare
Or my muscles flex
In latex
City restoration is the goal;
As I zoom around in vehicles like
Some dark knight of the soul
A metal suit
Protects me
While my heart burns like the sun
With my cape-less banter shielding
Vulnerabilities, every one
The years behind have taught me..
That heroic can be small
No need to spin the planet
Or smash right through the wall
Instead, it is in wisdom;
The timeless gentle start
Of the smile that lights the shadows
On the dark side
Of a heart
No need to be invisible
Why not let your shadow fall
On the desperate, lonely stranger
We start with one
And save them all.
Jinjagoliath
25th June 2022
Go sound the trumpet of
victory,
and tell the tale of man's
allegory.
The world of men has been
given a unique gift,
that will change the face of
humanity aloft.
Unto us a precious child is
born,
that will amend all lives
that has been torn.
Unto us men a treasure is
given,
that will bring 2 us all the
peace of heaven.
He is the eternal begotten
son of GOD the father,
and the divine human
redeemer.
He is the x-ray of God's
judicious judgement,
that relieves us from our
earthly pains like liniment.
He's birth has brought joy
to the world of men,
and forgiveness of God to
bad omen.
He is the prince of God's
peace,
and lord of all human race.
He is the gift of God's
immunity,
to the sins of the world of
humanity
There's something that lives inside me
I feel it cause it feeds on me
It feeds on all the softness
And leaves my rough edges to rub on me
I need an X-ray because I can feel it's big
It's like a cancer that consumes me
A darkness not from this world
Forged at a time I was lost
This unexamined pain can't be left unattended
Most days I babysit it and it drains me
I'm awake even in my sleep
Cause i need to keep an eye on it
Maybe that's why love is hard to keep
Cause it doesn't take root
How can it while the pain sits there
It's made a home where it shouldn't
And all the medications I keep taking ain't helping
Cause it goes straight to the pain
And leaves my body aching
And all this pain I'm left to project outward
The PO£T
When visiting my aunt,
We always bring a special treat.
It's halva made from sesame,
A Middle Eastern sweet.
But very often it gets flagged
'Cause agents have no clue
Exactly what this item is;
Our bags do not go through.
They took my husband's backpack
And removed things, one by one,
As if they thought they'd find a knife
Of liquids or a gun.
Instead, the female TA
Reached inside and she did seize
Our wrapped up treasure and she asked
"What is this? Looks like cheese."
My husband nodded, yes it is
'Cause if he did explain
It's candy from the Middle East -
What could we really gain?
They placed it on the X-ray belt
In their unsmiling mode
To double-check this piece of "cheese"
Would somehow not explode.
At last they waved us on, but when
We pack our next surprise,
We'll pick a treat my aunt will love
And agents recognize!
It was not one thing—
not a single blade of thought
but a field of them,
thin, dry, whispering
against each other in the wind of my mind.
Morning came like a bill I could not pay.
Light pressed its hand to my face
and I turned from it,
as if the sun itself had asked too much of me.
My body—
this animal I have carried for years—
lay down in the middle of the day
as though struck,
as though it had run too far
without water.
I could name the losses
like bones in an X-ray—
each one bright,
each one undeniable—
but naming did not lessen them.
It only proved they were there.
The rooms were filled with ordinary objects—
a glass, a chair, a door half-open—
and each one seemed to say:
you must go on,
you must go on,
you must go on.
I did not want to stay.
That is the simplest truth.
But something—
not hope, not even strength—
something smaller,
a thread, a tendon, a quiet refusal
deep in the muscle of being—
held.
So I left.
Not because the world softened,
not because the pain spoke kindly,
but because somewhere in me
there was still a witness
who would not leave my body behind.
Not meant to be alone forever,
Someone special is reserved for me.
I have the eyes of a machine, x-ray,
Color is society’s impenetrable gateway.
I want a woman I can be real with,
She appreciates me like she gets.
I pray she will be patient with me,
Being verbally open is hard to be.
Ecstatic to have a family of my own,
A foreshadowed dream in my mind.
My wife will change me in ways unseen,
I will be changed from who I used to be.
No roads are the same, only similar,
We will meet face to face I pray.
We each have our own path in life,
I pray one day I will have a wife.
On Ormond Beach sands
I sit one day
Raise my head
My eyes in gaze
Bikini clad babe
Catches my eye
My heart jumps
With delightful sighs
Her rainbow colours
In what she wears
Lures my thoughts
In x-ray stares
The curves of she
Blows my mind
Shaped of girl
Just my kind
Beside me she sits
All toned and tanned
Long blond hair
Like Ormond sands
We introduce
And talk for ages
About various things
Our intelligent pages
It's getting late
Farewells we say
We agree to meet
Another day
Walking home
My mind in thought
I say to myself
She's the girl I've sought
What happens tomorrow
Just wait and see
Bikini clad babe
On the beach, we'll see?
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