With deepest gratitude
With steady hands and a heart so kind,
You healed with much skill, and preeminent mind.
When clouds of worry covered our sky,
Guiding our boy through the darkest night.
You went beyond what duty asks,
With patience, care, and gentle tasks.
Each step you took, each choice you made,
Brought light to fears that failed to fade.
We thank you more than words can say,
You gave our son a brighter day.
For your hands, your heart, your noble art,
We’ll always hold you close in our heart.
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Dedicated to Dr Atul S Joshi
On behalf of my son Kartikeya
Where there is no Light, there is no Hope, so Burn Bright
when the Spirit is withered, the Spirit is defiled
where the worn-out paths weary out the Soul
seek solace Inwards, there where the Sacred Flame glows
where Preeminent Fires burn, there One Must Go
away from the Crowds, and Herds, and Roads
when the ties of conformity go Unfettered
the Wells of Life Spring Forth, Seek High for those Hidden Treasures
The Way is Fulfilling; no words need spoke
just as the river knows how "The Way" it flows
and Strength is attained beyond the Upheavals of the Soul
and the Fire erupts and all that is touched transforms to Gold,
and there the essence of life shows No Remorse
that it has Conquered, Vanquished, and Walloped the Dross
and there the Quintessence comes forth and Unveils the Source
that All Is Eternal, In This Take Note
Was I blind...
Or had I willful blindness?
I was surely not ignorant,
Neither was I acquainted.
Heart was in gale,
Mind did acquiesce.
I was always a coward,
Who never confronted.
I saw those flags,
Brightest and limpid.
Red in qualms,
Redder in distrust,
Reddest in name callings,
You were my dear,
DOMINEERING IN EVERYTHING.
You were preeminent,
That is why I capitulated.
But that was show,
I never calculated.
Yes I did a mistake,
Yes I am admitting,
You tought me a lot,
a lot destructing,
I am now back,
See here my dear,
Here is my audacity.
Father’s heart beats inside you
His breath rests inside you
His eyes are you eyes rise up daughter rise
Our daddy has given you a new day
You will be holy and our Fathers fill with His joy peace and love
Oh, His amazing grace
Preeminent your space
I thank you God for your awakening
Sometimes when you believe a thing
You’re given to receive stand
Believe rest in such a thing
For God’s Glory and purpose
Renewed us Father wash us up
As we’re being renewed and remade whole in you
Always
8/28/23
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
LISTEN-
This a conversation as the Lion speaks to the Lamb…
Lion says to the Lamb
Listen could I speak to your silence;
May I whisper to your heart’s ear?
May I speak abundant peace?
May I cover you in the rain?
May I embrace all the drama and the pain?
May I see you, you’re always;
This is a new time, new life, and new ways
May I ask the Father could I wash your feet?
Listen His preeminent is so sweet;
In the old garden of Eden
After the, the fall the Lion would have eaten the Lamb
But in this dispensation of time
In the this new heaven new earth now the Lion a willing blessed servant
If given words a positiveness absolutes;
Don’t refrain from your truths.
Write them down in the tablet of your heart
Speak aloud you’re a Lion of God and trough him now I roar… that’s all
12/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
She’ll be leaving soon I see
The ambulance has arrived,
Waiting for another guest
To take a long, hard ride.
A malicious, microscopic serpent
Invaded blood and bones
Leaving this sweet young lady
Ravaged, scared and ominously alone.
Looking out her window now
At the roses she planted and pruned
Hospice is her final stop
Before sailing past the moon.
She takes one final, languid look
At her weeping bedroom walls
Before they load her listless life
She does her best to stall
Those made to come and carry her
From her house of torment and tears
She bows her head and genuflects
Fighting back the fear.
Knowing the end’s inevitable
Yet staving off all she can
Smelling the roses wafting scent
Of a magnificently more preeminent plan.
Postscript:
The young lady left this world today
Floating far beyond sky blue;
Now nothing more to do or say
Except God bless, “Adieu.”
Christmas 2021
Making it Personal
Written: By Miracle Man
December 18, 2021
My life’s most preeminent gift,
wasn’t encompassed in a wrapped box with ribbons,
and bows, nor found neath a tree.
The greatest gift I’ve ever received,
was given to me over 2000 years ago,
in the form of a swaddling wrapped baby.
Jesus Christ was God’s gift,
and the expression of His categorical love for me.
This gift was free and there’s nothing I could/can do to earn it.
Money, good deeds, or social status
cannot procure my spot in heaven.
This gift was the expression of God’s love,
and I feel so blessed to be a witness of this love to others.
More than once Jesus has touched my life with hope, and promise,
I’m a recipient of His grace and mercy.
His love for me is a reflection of His unconditional love for all mankind,
Jesus laid down his life to purchase my freedom from sin.
My only requirement to receiving this gift of God, was acceptance,
and on August 27th 1968 I accepted this gift as my personal savior.
Since, Jesus Has Been The Reason For My Season
Happy Birthday Jesus!
There are no individuals to match the mention.
Only God, in any case, can be depended upon.
Just God, the Ruler of the universe, is aware.
God stepped in once he saw man despair.
When God doesn't react, we break and reject.
We expect significance from God's select.
Our fury and disappointment drove us astray.
God, on the other side, is the most efficient way.
This planet, similar to us, is in the place of voidness.
Who doesn't have faith in preeminent goodness?
Faith-filled individuals have found fear and showed.
They've defeated their misfortune and prevailed.
Effortlessness will reach just the fix known.
In caring adoration, only the truth is spoken.
Written: November 25, 2021
Religion a misnomer
whose conscript is God
Devotion misguided
—preeminent fraud
(Strafford Pennsylvania: July, 2021)
L. Milton
generous,
contented,
introspective,
enterprising.
Brother of Lois and Jim,
she was older (and gone now)
he is younger, still living.
Lover of books,
poetry, music,
and many other things.
Angry at bigotry,
delighted by success,
saddened at loss
Fear losing my mind,
fear falling behind,
fear being blind.
I would like to see
peace in my time,
love abounding,
truth preeminent.
Live in Ashland, Kentucky
Hankins
Newness of spring’s manifestation,
efflorescing motifs of flowery guile,
views of the gregarious vernal rev,
eviscerating the macabre haste of time
rapidly flittering as orange eye-thunder...
Enlaced halcyon trees to ponder in a birdy glee
No longer barren, they sing a gasconade silken
Oh robin on your perch precarious, stay still so!
Under the preeminent flurry of you,
glowing petals snow my gazing...
How fast your breast flashes by my lost breath
(2/20/2021)
She wears her finest star-shaped suit,
glittering in sunlight, she’s a charmer.
Impassioned floral, blushing pink and true
a lily of finest ancestral markers,
never graced a garden with such elegance.
Hera’s child, gushed forth from the breast,
sacred floral preeminent
puts Venus’s jealousy to strictest test.
With longer pistols than the white,
she's the brightest lily delight!
I saw your cowardice hand time and time again
But I studied non-observance in an attempt to mask the pain
Why? Why? This was the preeminent question
Bafflement met by discernment, now overwhelming frustration
Throw and hide, throw and hide, Now, what an insidious plot
To think I'm the ineffectual kind, ooh, I think not
Only when the light is too bright does one need shade
Oh lucky you, you have a pair that's homemade
My silence was sadly mistaken for weakness
What you failed to see or comprehend was quiet strength guided as meekness
A beaming source of light
Walking on purpose and leaving the night
Sweetly into the days, I go
Far, far away from frenemies and foes
Onward to my beautiful, WHY
I'm so excited, I can't tell a lie
But now, I digress from all this child's play
I got big fish to fry, so I'll be on my way
A year back from now, I met a stranger right here,
He was strange, as the strangers are, or even more stranger,
There was something strange in him indeed, that mojo, I've never felt before,
He was calm and composed, ruled by naivety.
His thoughts having some preeminent beauty,
His ardouric eyes, filled with seclusion, making me dive deep into,
His that angelic smile, that had me all at once,
And such serenity! For when he sang, even the birds stopped to listen.
He wasn't a dreamboy, but made with such perfection,
So perfect, that even in a room full of art, I'd still stare at him,
I didn't know him, but he knew me all,
He never made an effort, I was drowning in since the moment we met.
Now, after all this time...
He's yet a stranger, but not strange anymore,
Just a thought of him billows in me a whole stream of emotions,
Though something inside me, knows there's nothing guaranteed, but
If I could have anyone in the world, it'd be that stranger, forever.
Good things take time, and all I wish for now is.... Forget me never, stranger.?
Errant hounds capriciously bustle in an exceptional position near some forsaken backwatered millpond during some quietude noontime dismal conclusion concerning the game,
Per some dense overgrowth forward furnishes an exquisite refuge over the stalked moreover the superfluous breathing of one well-earned evanescent freedom comprise paid via the pursuers prevailing pattern during this auspicious consequence,
Preeminent preyed scampers incessantly before optimism regarding its autonomy of a choice pursuit that endures stirringly as an affirmed conclusion achieves its goal amidst a unique resonance due upon by a fatal singular blast.
In the end, the right to life and the right to survive is the name of the game.
Date: 08/27/2019
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