“My flesh is not myself it’s my birth suit,
I AM energy spirit soul” by Author
I am not of this world, thought I was birth as flesh
This is not my true self
I glisten I am energies flight, I am flesh but not
I am first spirit, soul, encased in suit of flesh
Self-conscious, willful, innovative entities who,
Under God, preside over their environment.
Terrain land this earth God made each male and female
A person in the likeness of His own personhood.
Mine truest self I am not flesh, for my spirit
Lives before and after, I am a Citizen of Heaven
I was birth in the universe came down energy into my mother’s womb
8/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
July 17 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 16-18
Key Verse – Proverbs 16:3 Commit thy works unto the LORD, and thy thoughts shall be established.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ESTABLISHING US
Praise be to God for establishing us
while we commit our works unto Him:
Delighting in His Word of distinct worth
Desiring His wants by His driving warnings
Deciding by His wisdom against deceitful world
Doing His will along His dependable watchfulness
Declaring His ways midst His deliverance so wondrous
Proverbs 17:3 Praise be to the Lord for
trying our hearts midst our:
Sacrifices, strengthening our faith
Sorrows, settling us upon His fortress
Stresses, supplying us His serenity-fortitude
Sufferings, securing us though we can’t fathom
Supplications, supporting us by His faithfulness-fervency
Proverbs 18:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
His name that is a strong tower:
Preserving our purity
Protecting us with His peacefulness
Propelling our praise-poised participation
Propping our prayerfulness through His power
Perfecting our personhood against perversion-pain. Amen!
July 17, 2024
Inspiration, Title 4, Angelic and quotation.
"And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us
with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an
invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects
of desire, it grows stronger."
Quote by _ Rumi
I am always dreamer,
transcending realms of time and space;
and within mind an angel will shimmer,
a benevolent being with no face.
I hear a voice talking,
an angelic being is truth speaking;
sent to protect me from evil seeking.
Evil has one goal to turn me from good,
Lucifer ... whispers his falsehood;
but, I have personhood.
And with courage ~ strength his words grow dimmer,
temptations of greed and hate with no base;
he is ever trying ~ creeping,
angels guide me to good.
Nostalgic angst…
keeps on gripping my soul
while apprehended by the question:
"Why are we here?"
Yes, I confess that my soul repents
for wasted opportunities and chances I missed
toward functional learning
along healthy vibrant well-being...
Yet flash back scenes
eventually make themselves vivid
while presenting significant persons
though I neglected, but have helped shape
my personhood to become who am I today...
Throwback episodes
now linger while my heart strives
to be conquered with joyful reminiscences
each striving to a show a precious memento
that I am here for a purpose: to be a blessing to others...
Reflecting on catching up-pursuits
I must move on triumphantly
as faith* in the Lord empowers me
for meaningful ministerial path of reaching-out
marked by great encounters beyond mere survival.
*Romans 5:1 “Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
August 12, 2023
1st place, "Why are we here" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged 8/20/2023
Grateful am I to God for America’s great legacy
wholeheartedly enjoyed with freedom-bliss
in my country, regarded as the “Pearl of the Orient Seas.”
Joyful am I for America’s great contributions to my personhood:
my being conversant with the international language
first passed on by the Thomasite teachers to our educators;
then, having heard the scriptural Gospel* for eternal redemption
steadfastly preached by American missionaries
nurturing my faith to reach-out to others, sharing blest peace.
Now, I entrust America to the Lord, with earnest prayer
envisioning her to prevail upon truth-propped liberty
along stalwart biblical constitution exercise
midst sterling dignity as “land of the free”
marked by her “In God we trust” seal.
Romans 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth.
November 14, 2020
8th place, "2021 UNITED STATES OF AMERICA VISIONARY" Premier Contest
Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS; judged on 11/24/2020.
don't fall in love
Loving him in a romantic way
From a one way street till endless highways
Till he signaled no entry sign
I was a fool or maybe the luckiest of all
For some people,
That happens once in a lifetime
Or
For others,
They fall in love over and over again
How can he deny now
When I defend him then
'Whatever the cost'
What was the past, today
Where is the future, tomorrow
O honey!
You will never know
Cause he never knew what he had
And he never realized when he lost
Baby!!
"Don't fall in love"
"I can't lift you"
It's not everybody's game
They fall in love
Some rise in love
In their own personhood and love...
But
She fall in love deep down his feet;
don't fall in love!
don't fall in love.
sensitive awareness
being there
showing concern
in a voice of love
rooted in scripture
oracles
episodic or
infrequent
divine interventions
on His initiative
Spirit inspired
words undistilled
heaven-sent
then spoken
this voice of the Lord
an essence
to take in
dwell upon
assimulate
&
then
remember
a perfect revelation
a simple word
foundations of truth
a process
made manifest
visibly expressed
a continuity
of personhood
in recognisable form
a body remade
transformed
recreated
sealed clothes
washed linen
in
heavenly wear
a perfect robe
in readiness
face-to-face
with passing moments
of loving concern
as wisdom finds a solution
for the flowers
of the seed
Greetings, have your eyes wide open.
Take in every sound and sight.
Place a bet, push forth your chips,
Let the game commence.
The game is going in your favor,
Have a drink or two.
Widen your grin,
The fun is only going to get better.
You've won!
Next game, new bet, a fresh challenger
Who is also a guest?
Both of you are likely to win,
The Beast Hotel only has happy customers.
Again and again, place forth your chips.
The bets are made,
As the game commences,
Over and over money is lost and won.
Gamble as another game lures you in.
Another chance to gain more riches.
More and more you can gain,
Challenge other guests to line your pockets.
You may bet them anything they have,
even their personhood.
The higher the bet, a greater reward.
New bets, new rewards
This is a profitable risk.
the longing
for life
fragile
transitory
soon gone
we fly away
days
numbered
one
by
one
we are but
a breath
a passing
shadow
often helpless
often undone
yet
never forsaken
but
blessed
ever a delight
in
anothers eyes
uninhibited
expressions
of love
cravings
of the
imagination
of
unabashed
sensual
reflection
sensitive
candour
of personhood
unparalleled
&
celebrated
by
the
beholder
affirmations
in perspective
transformed
to blossom
&
breathe
perfect
beauty
idealized
&
illumed
in
verse
Quickened by the Lord from grievous spiritual death,
I’m alive in Christ, bestowed with eternal life
Having the Holy Spirit actively working
My soul always longs for triumphant revival.
As human frailty grips my carnal personhood
I confess succumbing to temptation’s attacks
Thus, I need God’s power of revival fervor
To lift me up against sin-caused distress and fall.
Cleaving to my Saviour’s grace and mercy
I persevere for righteous service endeavours
Knowing that He leads me by His perfect wisdom
Ready to revive* me for faithful stewardship tasks.
*Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
June 26, 2019
designed elections
a corporate personhood
money is free speech
Edward J Ebbs - 02/28/2016
My one burning wish -
I want not to fade away
like rotten lace, dumped
onto a trash heap and forgotten.
I want to leave myself behind,
for those who come after
to inhale during breakfast.
Not money, like my mother,
who judged it to be the only thing
of worth she had to leave behind,
as though her love meant nothing,
as though her virtue didn't count.
A nonpareil pattern of motherhood,
of personhood for that matter,
written in permanent script,
propagated in layers of goodness,
flung onto her progeny
with the glue of infinity.
As long as I live, so will she.
I want that,
when it's my turn to go.
Oh! the pain of an online geek,
when friends they finally do seek,
Goodreads, Facebook, or some other
sites that promise not to smother
their special likes or personhood
like a bar drink or meeting would.
But lack of one-on-one time can
lead to hurting the heart of man,
because if he can tweet and twitter,
he might quickly turn out bitter,
when ignored by “friend” turned slick,
passed over for a cuter profile pic!
The face is still,
the personhood a mask
and from outside, there is no door.
The world slows down,
its voice as if a worn down tape
devoid of presence, drifting,
lost in its pursuit of time;
it is a galaxy of strangeness
where a breath of lonesome melancholy
would relieve, but still the wind forgets.
How taciturn, outside,
how churning is the turmoil from within.
How resolute, the longing of the sperm
to tear into the heart
and liberate its glory or its agony,
its oratorio to God, its plaintive hope for love.
How curious indeed, upon its evanescent throne
is love, still innocent of thrusting light,
still hopelessly naive
before the pounding hooves that heroes ride;
how frangible its shell!
Millenia preserve their heroes very well,
although their colors bleed
upon the pages that we read,
upon our inner souls when we allow them,
though the face,
yes most certainly the face,
is cold and still.
~
There is a moment when the senses fade
their beating on the walls of personhood.
It is the moment when the test begins,
the probe into the secret places of the earth,
the waiting places on the leeward isles
that drum into our hearts,
the flaming places set apart
because they set ablaze
the mystery of doubt.
Such is the stuff of longing,
not the blatant hunger to possess
called forth from every lorelei of greed.
Heroic need is drawn
from deep within the wellspring of desire
that core of humankind, the inner child
that loves through tears,
that hopes in faith
and sends out affirmations of aplomb
to shame the day.
It is the leeward side, assailable,
that draws the kisses of the wind—
the side most ready with its open heart
to sing of beauty, to feed the mind,
to fuel the passion for a truth
we would not see inside the storm.
This is the matrix of a true desire,
the peace to live in joy,
to love in bold extravagance,
to be, that all be well
and even bravest hearts may swell.
~
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