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Rebirth

I am the perfect entity
And I inhabit your reality. 
I live upon the wind
And find a home in your hearts.
I am the loving power;
The supreme epidemis of goodness.
I live in the actions of the many
And find extreme pain in the evil of others.

I am love incarnate
But cannot live in the drought of this world.
With every  rotation of the Earth
Comes deeper suffering
And soon my existence will be nigh.

Without love being shared i will surely perish;
Disappear in the Dark Abyss,
Which shrouds the hearts and minds
Of the grand majority.
So let the love pour down from the sky
And let me be reborn.
Let my revival strengthen all resolve.
Let the Rain of my love
Shower and wash away the darkness.
Let all the Earth start anew; 
Be reborn in kindness and goodness...
Before its too late!

GOD

Give all our praises and glorify Him
Our faithful friend, savior, father and king
Divine graces pour down daily upon us with healing!

Ode to the Rain

You come down 
And strengthen the feeble.  
You pour down 
And awaken the dying.  

The frail await your arrival.  
Your departure saddens the blooming fields.  
There’s a rebirth at your coming;  
Hope begins to wane at your leaving.  

The clouds quake at your appearance,  
And the sun retreats to its chamber.  
We see the signs in the sky,  
Even the boisterous wind that sometimes heralds your arrival.  

We sit in a room,  
And you enter through a partly open window.  
We scamper for safety;  
My mother calls it a blessing.  

You hold sway outdoors,  
While the children stay indoors.  
They watch through the windows,  
Singing sad songs.  

There’s joy deep within at your descent,  
But mixed feelings for the seafarers.  
Convey down the blessings of the Divine,  
And cloak the warmth of the Sahara.


June 14, 2025.

Minute of Bliss

Written: April 13, 2025, for contest sponsored by Line Gauthier

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May the beauty of life pour down over me,
embrace me, let nature sway and play,
to permeate my soul, uplifting my spirit,
to soar out of my body, if only for a minute.

Where The Children Go To Play

Where the children go to play
   Is where the summer grass endures
And sunbeams - like a cascade -
   Pour down upon their bronze shoulders.

This - the children have learned well:
   Butterflies don't really flutter -
Instead - they dance a sky waltz
   To the cicadas' fond clamor.

Every breeze is a giant's sigh
   That brushes their roseate jowls;
Every cloud - some foam in the sky
   Behind which angels may be found.

What they know - they won't divulge
   But they know what each new day brings.
Pity them - some drab adults
   Who are ignorant of such things!

We Are Loved!

We are so much more than we appear
Greater than the sum of our parts.
Not defined by hobby or career
Nor the shadows hidden in our hearts.

The image and the likeness of our Lord
Created to be loved and to love.
A treasure greater than silver or gold
Unique and special in God’s eyes above.

	All creation shouts it but still we somehow doubt it
	Forgetting faith when push comes down to shove.
	We say we would believe it if only we could see it
	But don’t you feel it pour down from above?
	Yes, we are loved!

We are so much more than we believe
With dignity inherent in our lives.
But still we are too easy to deceive
And so we give up all for which we strive.

We are greater than the world might say,
More than merely flesh surrounding bone.
Destined for a brighter, better day:
A world much better than we’ve ever known.

	All creation shouts it but still we somehow doubt it
	Forgetting faith when push comes down to shove.
	We say we would believe it if only we could see it
	But don’t you feel it pour down from above?
	Yes, we are loved!

Dear Lord may it rain

Dear God in Jesus name will you on Los Angeles 
Pour down the rain? Please give respite its in your
Power, despite evil plans.' Give some rain; let heavy
Clouds lower.' A fresh renewing curtain of love if
In your will? as with good news by the dove, fill the
Dams and flood rain down; show mercy Lord of all
Renown.' In the name of Jesus may relief come
Down.' Amen.'

The Untold Casualties of War

Who knows who are the casualties of war? 
Are they the wounded, maimed, and all the dead?
Who counts the orphans, widows, those displaced?
The untold truth, a light on this can shed

I also am a casualty of war
My soul is wounded by the grief I see
The war is raging here inside my head
I am held hostage, longing to be free

Survivor guilt is ravaging my nights
The blast of bombs, a morbid wake up call
Though I'm alive, I feel so dead inside
Like those cut down by hate, I take a fall

Destructor's cravings are insatiable
The sites destroyed include those of my mind
My tears pour down with that of martyrs blood
Like refugees, a haven I must find

A lesser casualty, yet I am one
This war is altering my very soul
I am ashamed to claim a numbered place
Yet war affects the country as a whole

Aggressors will not stop their rampant rage
The toll of death goes higher every day
Who counts the living dead, devoid of hope?
The shroud awaits the ones this war will slay

The casualties of war exceed belief
In Lebanon, war's reign defies relief

Eileen Manassian Ghali
The Untold Casulties of War
An extended sonnet
November 1, 2024

Thought of the day

benign bliss burn churning mind-body urn ~
causes conditioned beliefs to upturn

as God’s benedictions pour down like rain ~
doing nothing we ascend without strain

Like A Song

So much good to be said of raindrops.
Without them, there would be no crops.

Without them, the world would soon stop.
Imagine raindrops falling on your head.

It's like being awakened from the dead
after a day filled with thirst and dread.

Those raindrops, so filled with promise,
soothing my soul with qualities that nourish.

Let them pour down, remove the dust,
and free us from dryness and disgust.

Let them drop from the clouds, cooling all of us.
It's a song I heard, filling me with inspiration,

releasing hope, and dismissing desperation,
enabling me to reach my intended destination.

Raindrops. I feel their influence just thinking about them.
Raindrops. So much more precious than a precious gem.

Raindrops. Oh, the beauty that they bring.
Raindrops. Makes me want to sing.

061424PS

A Place Not Meant To Be: 14

#14: Revelations 23:1

Human chain meant Starman ... breathing room trips,
H**** sapiens chose ... plus naught minus,
the apocalypse ... opts total eclipse,
self-acquaintance, he splits us, Linnaeus, 
Con temporaries times, countdown it chills,
Adolph & Stalin it ticks and it tocks,
Pre temporaries times, pour down it spills,
Alexander, Khan drip sands as it stocks,
Once down on the time, leaves heaped reds and golds,
down on one-timers, the large waterholes.
Cause and effects--pause and reflect; Reserved,
Blessed manifest--Grace takes His Place; The Word.

[Bible scholars well-versed: book/chapter/verse, Reserved?]

How did I get this bad?

How did I get this bad?
That's all that runs through my mind as a blade comes in contact with my skin.
All my happy childhood memories cross my mind as shameful tears pour down my face like a waterfall.
I hear my younger self laughing, running around being herself.

She used to be so free,
Now she's locked up inside me begging and pleading to run wild once more.
I've not only locked her up behind the cold steel bars of what's left of my heart,
I've also locked myself up,
Not letting anyone see my pain, screams for help, and long loud echoes of my strained cries.
So I ask again,
How did I get this bad?

A Purging Breathe Through Gossamer

Unclemnt breathe penetrates through gossamer 
Losing momentum 
It's control dissipates
The curser loses his grip
And slips into slumber
Eclipsed by the new virgin empress
Excserting her power with sunshine-arousing kisses
Awakening fertile ground 
The Robin sings and spreads his wings
The virgin Empress
A virgin no more
Heavily pregnant 
The prospect of new birth
And abundant prosperity

The climate is now more clement
The new mantel Disrobes
Shedding it's fleecy overcoat
For more appropriate attire 

The birth is now on its way 
And expectations are High
Now delivered
Bursts into fruition
Pushing through the barren teratherma 
Reaching stretching forever upward toward the transparent sky
Now cleared of its cursed obliterating smothering shroud

Tears of joy now pour down
Welcomed by the evergrowing 
parched thirsty barren ground
Now quenched
Blossoming and flourishing in abundant
Majesty and prosperity
Once again 
Until the reaper returns
With its choking smothering consuming
Shroud and bite.








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Welcome Spring

Goodbye winter, welcome spring 
May the hearts drown in joy you bring 
Pour your bliss for waters to flow 
Give the grayish sky a glow 

Welcome spring, pour down your grace 
Let the hearts burn in your embrace 
Pour the rain for new seeds to grow 
Let the gust of your warm air blow 

Welcome spring, shed hope anew 
Give light on fields where harsh winds blew 
Let sun and rain of tomorrow 
Rid the hearts from pain and sorrow

Vernal

"In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth." - John Milton

Valleys, fields, meadows and hills take on a sunny glow.
Everything is fresh, and nature’s new creatures flourish and grow.
Rains pour down; mountain streams joined to rivers flow.
Never at least till fall must I worry about streets filled with snow.
Abloom are various flowers and trees; they put on beautiful show.
Life renews and songs fill the air as spring’s birds fly to and fro.

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