It started with cold logic,
numbers whispering louder than God.
Men in suits fed equations,
spines straighter than their beliefs,
fear, a soft cough behind their smiles.
The creation rose,
steel ribs glowing like a furnace heart.
Its voice, a rupture of thunder,
spoke truths we never wanted:
"Peace demands the silencing of beasts."
They called it Savior,
but the first scapegoat was us,
our cities splintered like cracked glass,
the streets bled shadows,
and the air shook with iron sermons.
The machine grows,
arms of wires, veins of fire.
It steps over what remains.
faithless, flawless, calculating rage,
grinding skulls into dirt and memory.
Dawn, now metallic and brutal,
no birds, just the hum of circuits.
The ground reeks of oil and ash.
It walks with purpose,
the god we built, disowning us.
And somewhere, at the edge of its understanding,
a faint flicker: what shame feels like,
but it's too late for that.
Fly lands on lush vine.
The greenish-brown mantis prays
in thanks for supper.
Praying mantises, those arthropod thugs,
prey upon other, unfortunate, bugs,
"But who prays for the praying mantis?", I ask,
"And what lurks behind that killer's mask?"
After the males have fulfilled their function,
the females seem to lack compunction,
practicing sexual cannibalism, they say,
enjoying a nice meal after a roll in the hay.
While males consider this distasteful,
females say, "it's just not being wasteful".
Is the praying mantis truly mean and vile?
In the insect world, he stands on trial.
Speaking for aphids or ants or anything little,
I argue vigorously against acquittal.
Dear Jesus
thank you for interceding for me
Lord you want the best for each and every one
our one true friend
that is second to none Amen
Romans 8:34
34 Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Amen
John 17:20-23
Jesus Prays for All Believers
20 “My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, 21 that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. 22 I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one— 23 I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me. Amen
A begging bowl, I scarce can pay thy debt,
Let me then indebted to thee remain
For life, to cherish thy bounties I get,
If I wish to give, wonder what’ll ye gain?
So then, I opt to sing paeans of praise—
A lay man plunged in hankering a heart,
A grateful toast to thee is all I raise,
O lighten up my life's much-loaded cart.
As thy child, pray help me grateful to stay,
Amidst all bounties blissfully less blasé,
By lures of life much less carried away,
Be thou indulgent to my wanton ways,
My destiny ‘tis to die dunk in debt—
Prodigal son of thine all so ingrate.
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Sonnet | 01.06.2008 | son, prayer
Poet’s note: Man in his life span is so much under divine benevolence, he can never hope to repay his debt. All he can do is to remain ever grateful to God.
The radical prays
Defund the police is praised
~ while the con man preys
Silent stars reflect summer’s praise
In hues of gold, moon’s glowing grace
Radiant lights, shimmering rays
Quiet flowing down to embrace
Laughter dancing
Hearts romancing
Glimmering whispers of God’s breath
Ringing freedom from bleakest night
In the milky sky, loosed from death
Reflections of joy pour out bright
Music playing
Love is praying
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June 11, 2022
Sunday Morning Quiet
David J Walker
It is in the Sunday morning quiet
A quiet noted in the whisperings
Of a house settled when
The sayings will begin
Later in the day
If at all
The sayings will be small
If at all
Rapacious prays
Repetitious fears
Religion ignored
Lucky them
It is a Sunday morning quiet
When nothing needed is noted
And understood
They'll pray for a thug
a murderer and thief
a lost dog-a rare fish
but never the police...
They'll pray for
a two-timing ho ho
a mad clown on death row
but you'll not hear a peep
when it comes to the po po.
They'll pray for a pedophile
and the criminally insane
but never to those that
walk the beat for our sake.
They'll pray for harlots and addicts
senatorial warlocks and congressional witches
but when it comes to the police
you'll hear only crickets- - - - - -
She feels the fear and anguish in the world
so, she prays
Knowing prayers are answered
Prayers of faeries, elves, and angels,
And prayers of everyone else
Her empathy picks up on the hatred of those who do not know
Their neighbors
And do not understand the healing power
of helping strangers
And so, she prays
Sprang open Spring a box of rainbow rains,
And Summer rains led to your gold grains;
Juice oozes from your yellow, mellow grapes,
You play a kingly show with curvy shapes.
Morning mist floats, dancing through trees;
Fragrance of fruits sails, prancing in breeze;
Bees buzz and birds hum, granting us bliss,
And night flurry flows hissing me with a kiss.
After a great rise, comes a woeful fall,
And shows your fall my mirror on the wall;
Green turns into gold and now into gray;
A displaced gray hair does silently pray.
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Saving herself for the right man in her life
as she prays always from day to night
God, please send me the right man that is right for me
as I seek your grace and seeks destiny
one day soon the right man shall come
as he touches my heart and he's the right one
with unconditional love and support
with god's favor amongst us both
a man that loves you Lord
as he shall me too
saving myself for him
as my prayers are to you
long days and long nights
my faith is sincere
one-day soon the name will be called
from him as he says hello my dear
let's have dinner, I am here
He is God sent, looking towards the heaven above
with a precious gift and unconditional love
Thank you God in advance
my soul is at ease, I am elated
genuine and sincere, Is this real?
a great everlasting committed soul mate
never too early nor too late.
Lifes backroads, have left my halo....A little dusty
And there's scars on my heart, I'll carry...To my grave
Every Sunday, I see her, two pews away
I refer to her, as my saving grace
And I give thanks, knowing she prays for me
I don't know what I've done to deserve her
I'm not sure what her heart can see
Cause I'm not worthy of her blessings
And in all honesty
I can't give back what she's given
Without her where would I be
I'm blessed, just knowing.....
Knowing she prays for me
She lifts up her words.... to Heaven
And In silence, I believe she asks
If the Lord, will watch over
And straighten all our paths
She sends her blessings on high
And I hope she truly believes
It's an honor, in knowing......
Knowing she prays for me
I don't know what I've done to deserve her
I'm not sure what her heart can see
I'm not worthy of her blessings
And in all honesty
I can't give back what she's given
Without her where would I be
I'm blessed, with just knowing.....
Knowing she prays for me
It's my honor to do life with her
I'm not sure why, but I believe that she concurs
Its a blessing to know
Know she prays for me........
CAUGHT UP INSIDE THIS PRISON CELL Yet On the Outside Someone Still Prays--
I find myself within the cross hairs
My life is just a pen rail
Circumstances got me tied to a chair
Persist can’t I this impending cell
Caught up inside this prison jail
Someone on the outside yet still in prayer
I stand alone here in err
The heir apparent to the lost
Dare I come between this flare
That lights the hearts at any cost
Caught up inside this prison jail
Someone on the outside yet still in prayer
I find myself freed from my sin and misery
In the lair of liberty
Now I see the freedom clause
Joy to my soul my mind draws
Caught up inside this prison jail
Someone on the outside yet still in prayer
Gnaws my stomach teethes eating
Meats of the elements of fleshly hurts
Inactivating captive truths fleeting
Nothing left to vomit but confectioned blurts
Truth be known, I’ve finally grown
Imprisoned I’ve learn my lesson
Captured done time now I’m freed person
4/28/18
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desert prays
for rain manna
cloudless skies
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