Many crying
Many dying
Hurt and crime rising
Streets are screaming
People hurting
Those on top no Justice from them
Can you hear it
Masters calling
Dogs are barking
Homies blowing their trumpets
Bells ring
Death spreads
Untold chaos Lambs rising
Agape love is calling me
Power plays strength means fighting back
my whole being takes flight and surrenders all myself to Yeshua/Jesus
Thug Justice King of Kings coming to rule over all
No Objections no resistance survives
Every knee bows Every Tongue confesses To Him Goes all Glory now and Forever
The gamut of space is unmeasured
as future projectory durations are futile
for the present
time is a provocative presence
with their backs to the wall
subjecting humankind
a balance with the course of its nature
having the incessant tock that ticks many off the wall
that faces trade with theirs
and that soulless thing of their objection
where lies a litany of unfinished deadlines
leaving these higher-ups against the wall
sharing their objections
whining that the clock had run out of its time
—preposterous
the vacuum of time is indefinite
there is no beginning
there is no ending
mayhaps the time of the day had expired
and if it be so
then there will always be a tomorrow
—time permitting
Repent, and you shall be forgiven
And hopefully, reinstated
If you are conscience-driven
It’s much appreciated
No need to come up with objections
Just humbly take the charge
Accept all stupid allegations
Before they grow too large
The astute will suspect you’re kidding
Those will be a minority
Most of the judges will believe you
So blessed by their authority
You go whatever way you see
It might be not the same
You walked before, but you are free
To start another game
It is a gaming world, all play
Whatever game they like
In games of war for peace they pray
In games of work they strike
Of course the wise like to pretend
That only justice meets their needs
But at the high stakes it depends
Forgive the hypocrites.
Too late...for first impressions
Too late...for last reflections
Too late...for long discussions
Too late...for lost objections
Too late...for mending fences
Too late...for new romances
Too late...to pay the Piper
Too late...for second chances
Too late!!!
The Departing of The Heart
Salutations for the sound of mind and poverty of heart
Reparations that don’t come through in time to rectify the start
Commiserations for the ones who find it hardest to eventually part
Palpitations of another heart that cannot perceive the concept that it must depart
Military consequences that send the young men out to war
Conciliatory influences of the leaders who target hiring of the poor
Crematory inferences necessary as they knock on heavens door
An Adversary without recompense that helps me get up off the floor
Kindness for the people that are on daily parade
Blindness from the steeple as we play Holy charades
They Find less sympathy for the feeble as they huddle close and afraid
Passing through the eye of a needle as the ferryman gets paid
Interjections from the galley as the defendant begins to cry
Objections in a midnight alley as the amendment causes him to deny
Rejections of the black sheep in a family as without her flock she’ll surely die
Comprehensions of the urgency that communicate in sighs
The End by Elizabeth Moroz
The real purpose of the visa tourism
Is the humiliation of the guests
Its “us and them” post tribal atavism
The applicants are treated like suspects
The so called survey list interrogates
Some questions that can't be rationalized
To play a reason to pass through the border gates
Despite prejudice that you are crimnalized
The papers you submit might look suspicious
They may refuse you with “I am not satisfied”
Refunds are not provided, you’re fictitious
And anyway, a fool that tried to lie
It turns to be a huge list of rejections
It gives an argument to blow the world away
But I won’t press that button, waiting for objections
If more objections they would like to say.
So much noisy garbage going around:
empty words,
empty conversations,
empty excitement,
empty goals,
empty objections,
empty recommendations,
empty decorations without guts.
Noise for the sake of the Dirty Politics.
Recycled, sensationalizing, fake news.
Cycled storing of energy in a void -
In a trash bin of the abyss.
As we consider others
With more than a few objections
Can we unveil
Our own masked reflections?
As we review our brother
With an exaggerated disdain
Can we become cognizant
Of the true source of our pain?
As we inspect our neighbor
With ever ascending exasperation
Can we give pause and question
The root of our vexation?
As we give the mirror
Just one more searching glance
In order to adjust ourselves
So as to leave nothing to chance
Can we afford each other
Just one more unbiased look
Beyond the cover
And into the treasures of the book?
God, who never gives us more than we can bear…will always make a way for our over-whelmed souls to find relief. Amen. And we press-on.
He said…
he awoke…to find…
Tears…
streaming… his face
and wondered, but
even more than that…
yearned…to recall
the dream? the vision…?
that place…
Where his…
well-built, secure…
impenetrable …dam
which received and harnessed
the compiled agony…of
all…digested pains…
all his life…
had begun to …fissure.
Tears…
from sleeping eyes…ran…
free of constraint
billowing forth from pent-up…sores…
unhampered by objections
escaping from, alas…a man!
Waters…
which only once before
in his entire living
so long ago yet, while awake
…had he bore.
And…
he pressed to remember
the…local
not consciously…no, never
consciously…!
but to imagine that
unconscious moment’s ember
When God…
in His Great Mercy…reached
releasing the grievous
accumulation of cruel,
oppressive, stagnated…
waves …
ere…that which his soul
could no longer bear
…Tears
Ps 126:5, Ps 56:8, Ps 30:5
©jmsbell 9/03/22
November 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 27-28
Key Verse – Acts 27:25 Wherefore, sirs, be of good cheer: for I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CHEERING US
WITH HIS GOODNESS
Praise be to God for cheering us with His goodness despite:
Oppositions opening ridicules
Opponents offering reproaches
Oppressions optimizing their restraints
Objections ostracizing us in their rebukes
Outcomes overwhelming us with reproofs
Acts 28:15 Praise be to the Lord for
giving us courage so we can:
Achieve with commitment by His graciousness
Accept challenges through His goodness
Act along character of gratefulness
Avoid carnality that is grievous
Accomplish for Christ’s glory
Acts 28:38 Praise be to the Saviour for
allowing us to preach His kingdom while:
Trusting His timeliness
Teaching about His truth
Toiling midst tests and trials
Testifying along His trustworthiness
Treading upon His turf and tarrying in His temple. Amen!
November 22, 2024
I run not for fun,
It may be dusk or dawn.
I want to shine like sun,
Remember I am not done.
I don’t go for anydone,
Yes driven by dreams very often.
I won’t allow things to be gone,
Just because of my nonedone.
My aims find objections,
Have to go through endless agitations.
But I will make it a perfection,
At the end of this long run.
Won't stop before final submission,
Can't disregard the divine indication.
The strong are always to blame for the powerless:
The rulers come up with the best of intent
It doesn’t take efforts to overpower us
Having police and stern judges at hand
Once deemed as the victims of a failed state
We turned up to convicts for waging a war
Though war is not ours to make, its too late
Our explanations won’t work anymore
The world is in full right to its imperfections
It uses quite often this right to impose
Further restrictions, in spite of objections
Why should it happen this way, no one knows
Proficient philos deny a free will
Well concealed apophatic god makes a call:
Some live in peace, some are destined to kill
Some are claimed guilty for nothing at all
Servants of power, warriors of cancelling
Criminalize me as much as you can
Ban all my cards, stop me from travelling
Save from my coming your prosperous land
According to the conservation of matter
I’m your anti-power, with all that implies
In your fictional wholeness I’m one of the shatters
Living one of those many fragmentary lives.
She held a quiet wish;
Lyrical objections
ransacked Fate’s will to
concede to a Princess;
A line was drawn right through;
She held a quiet wish,
her soul always ignored;
Lying to herself now
passion was left embers;
Her belly yearned for ‘Wow!’;
She held a quiet wish,
her path now befuddled;
Tears reflecting riches
she’d lost interest in
smolder with lit matches;
She held a quiet wish,
composure found it’s crown;
No longer desolate
she escaped false freedom,
created her own fate.
I've always loved you
despite the objections raised,
Will you mother my love child?
I am forever
grateful my love, but marry
me I will mother your child.
China offers infrastructures,
India offers agricultural projects,
and Russia offers security to Africa
and you, in Europe, offer homosexuality.
Quote by Jean-Luc Melenchon.
On this planet earth
many people hate
to hear the truth
because they can not bear
it into their hearts.
Speaking the truth
Does not mean gossip.
a person who loves you
tell you the truth daily.
If you mean to
love some people
and offer them
homosexuality.
They refuse your
offer as it is against
their culture and
laws of Yahweh.
You then force them
to give you mineral
resources in retain.
They raise objections to that.
You later sanction them
for refusing the so called offer
which is mix poison in their
understandings.
Do you really love them?
Some African countries are under sanctions
Of USA and European Union
Because of refusing homosexuality
in their countries
Can Africans keep silent?
Someone who offers nothing
Forces to collect huge thing
In business of win win.
Injustice has no clean
doors in the world.
August 9/2023
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