CHRIST spoke while on the cross
RELIGION kills, but relationship heals
OUR savior offered prayer of forgiveness
SALVATION was given while on the cross
SATISFACTION was achieved on the cross
WORLD'S salvation was made available
OFFENSES against God were fully paid for
REDEMPTION was accomplished completely
DEEDS of the law and self righteousness: Nullified
SINS: Fully covered by Christ's blood on the cross
Oh, so you're that type—so silent but strong?
A whisper in the wind, yet firm as stone,
Your presence felt, though words may not belong,
In quietude, this might alone is shown.
The earth beneath your feet does hum a song,
A serenade to roots that deeply grow,
Feeding a canopy of easily broken limbs
Draped with a web spun of concrete
A interesting spider it is;
Embracing all that’s wrong and shunning right,
A lull force that more than a few may know
Yet in your reticence, worlds are built and torn,
A universe of thoughts no one can perceive,
Each moment passed, a weave reformed,
A lesson learned in silence; I believe
So let us wonder, question, ponder on,
For nullified it is of strength;
All shall take leave; when your word is gone.
"Non-intervention by others or by other means than natural causation, accords the many hither before you the pain of death, and the many hereafter the pleasure of eternal life, " ...by The Poet.
formation fleeting forgiving ~
swelt sunset surrendering
drooping dusk dying ...
crying crescent cessation
traumatic twilight terminates ...
named numerated nullified
remains respite respected ~
shallow space shadowing
masking midnight mummified
permanent passage paradise ...
I Stare Into the Water
I stare into the water
(The water stares back at me)
In chime with Terra Mater;
I expend no energy.
Without a paddle or wind to sail,
My prospects are unavailing;
I restrain myself not to turn tail
And so sit quietly, waiting.
Better there were a rising storm
That forces challenging the elements;
Then I could stroke these listless arms
And make for the lee of Canoe Island.
Though I cherish the life given,
I dream of a different place.
This cannot be the eye’s intention,
Timeless, on an unrippled lake.
To create beings dumb and useless,
Void of expansion of faculties,
Suppresses conscious awareness
That forever is death realized.
A blight cast adrift with stigma
Whose destiny is nullified
Because I’m trapped in a quagmire,
Loath to idle in paradise.
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Sponsored by: Silent One
If this was the last
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But, what if this was the last time I cried,
Don't want to be hidden behind lying scrys.
The world forgotten on their prying device,
Humanity alone algorithmic thrice.
Heaven on you shoulder beckons you home,
Mirror-sucking marrow through soulless domes.
But, what if this is the last chance to thrive,
Society nullified blue tick uprise.
Locate my strength to become whole again,
Discharge into the torrent of play-pretend.
Am I willing to wonder the outdoors,
Bleak scepticism plaguing putrid drawbacks flaws
Pick up, put down, conscious cyber remorse,
No better a junky and their driving force.
But, what if this is the last time I lie,
Unsubscribe, double-click, shut device; goodbye.
Whether the work-load is manual or high-tech exercises;
Whether it taxes our brain, leaving us without answers;
Or dirties our entire body with dirt, dust, and grease;
Whether the tasks stress our emotions to the max:
Or compel us to take prescription pills to relax;
We all labor so that we may reach a point of rest and ease.
This Labor Day, I am inspired to consider One who has already
labored on our behalf and pointed us to the entryway of eternal
rest. The workload of laws, rules, and regulations; the religious
taskmasters of do's and don'ts have been nullified and set aside.
Christ has taken our laborious job on the 'work your way to heaven
train' and set us free from all the guilt, shame, and pain.
So, on this Labor Day holiday, if not a Christian, consider the
possibilities. If a Christian, meditate on the reality of One taking
away all of the heavy lifting that has been driving and promising us
much but yielding only losses and no gains. Consider Jesus who says,
"Come to me all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you
rest". * May we cease from spiritual labor, and enter His Rest. Happy Labor Day.
090123PS
*Matthew 11:28
teachers terrified
started out as qualified
now are nullified
My Horn Haiku of the Day.
some late falling leaves
are too dark to be visible
they crash through the night
between the creaking jaws
of a chill sky
train wrecks happen
when no one is watching
people fall out of planes
into empty fields
life collides with its own loneliness
is nullified
into countless zeros
you can fall
into a dead space unnoticed
and where you would expect
to find floor
a flotsam tumbles unseen
in the morning
you sweep up your remains
closing a door softly behind you
Power in multitudinal forms, for one to choose—
If selected……….Nature…Man Comforted
Science…Nature Destroyed
Knowledge…Superstitions Nullified
Ignorance…Innocence Groomed
Reason…Emotion Underplayed
Emotion…Reason Vanished
If chosen……….Man…Woman Silenced
Woman…Society Progressed
Beauty…Eyes Pleased
Love…Hearts Thrived
Friendship…Difficulties Overcome
Enmity…Humanity Killed
If preferred……….Money…Corruption Ensured
Plentitude…Fall Guaranteed
Poverty…Honesty Honed
Politics…Democracy Crushed
Reign…Citizens Enslaved
Religion…Discrimination Erupted
If picked……….Words…Poetry Fashioned
Music…Stress Soothed
Smile…Problem Resolved
Silence…Enemies Encountered
Anger…Relationships Collapsed
Violence…Self Persecuted
If wise………. the favoured is DIVINITY,
For its omnipotent-assured-shielding Supremacy!
Challenging luck with hard work,
hanging on faith gets you nowhere;
Hoping to float but you need to swim,
drifting along won’t get you there;
Tied up choked by a winsome wish,
stupefied unable to survive;
Tried to coast down a lazy river,
nullified talent with no drive.
Where can we go from Him
Except into 'The Void'?
When we leave His presence,
We forget whose we are.
Like a young man lacking sense,
We are shapeless and empty.
His Spirit moves to fill it,
But when faith is dead
His promise is nullified.
The walls are broken down,
The vineyard is ruined.
O Jacob, remember Peniel!
Limp back into His presence!
Order your ways before Him,
As if He is present still!
And He will fill up 'The Void'
Like He filled the whole earth.
O Lord, will you fill us up,
To all the fullness of God?
A month before my life began
A man decked out in robes of black
Gave the world the chance to end
My life before its start.
What is this strange philosophy
Predicated on convenience
That made the choice of death for me
Before I drew first breath?
It seems I had no choice in this
No rights debated or applied
In this death crazed society
My choices all were nullified.
This holocaust of mans fierce pride
These death camps disinfected rooms
Tear from my body whatever needs
Proved righteous motivation.
Were you in the "Well of Souls"
When God first called my name?
Equipping me with traits and talents
Holy omniscience in grace supplied.
Life created within a garden
Placed to live in paradise
When tempted to revolt,
Failed in the choice to glorify.
So it goes through all of creation
Mans dominion proclaimed freewill
Leads down the path toward its own end.
Leaving in its wake
A blackened lifeless scorched creation
This age of foolish pride
Has chosen its own ending,
Beginning with my life.
i 2 have a dream
That one day
The poor will have enough
to eat and change to spare
Every child has both a
mother and father
And clean water to drink
And the sad and bleak
Who endlessly and soley
write about being sad and
put upon
Can find that certain missing
peace and happiness
To make the whole world
including them
Smile so broadly
even the unfortunate
For just a single second
See the darkened clouds
dissipate
And tunnel end illuminate
Free to love the world at last
outside this pressure cooker
looking glass
Devoid of sadness nullified
By unbridled glee and joy
happy thoughts
Where not only the fittest survive
But every species on earth
thrives
And escape this existential
perpetual nightmare
There is that momentary pause
a second or two locked in hidden space,
darkness, calling out from somewhere
lapses of the uninhabitable reality
in the in-betweens;
we cannot help but enter in
escaping what lay behind
what waits ahead
all that haunts the now
the blank void that is nullified;
the quiet stillness
of emptiness here,
the chasmed abyss of nothing
the journey into lost time
over there, beyond.
for Unseeking Seeker's contest on the Void
8/7/21
The feeling of fear is so powerful/it can kill you/whether it's looking down on some heights/or showing someone the real you/lies getting justified/relationships getting nullified/just for the fear of stepping up to the plate/some of us don't want the truth/others are just fearful of being great/either way it's something that just makes the body cringe to a binge/heart starts beating fast/and you get some shaky limbs/man you even find out if you have bout it friends/or someone that's gonna stick by until the end/the feeling of fear is so powerful/it can kill you/so be careful out there breaking your neck/just to have someone film you
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