discarding nebulous concepts proffered ~
imbibe God’s love in cave of heart offered
Life's a ,
But it will not go,
Like an itch,
It grows and grows,
Unless you know
How to treat it
And delete it,
Start all over again;
Yes, life’s a ,
But you’ll never understand,
Unless you take a stand
To grab hold of the hand
That makes life better,
Like a stitch in time,
All sublime,
Take a look at life
As the light shines
Before the darkness swallows,
Life can be a ,
But if you scratch it as an itch,
It'll go away, yet return,
So, take your life
And take a flight to the mountain top,
Give every breath
And every step
A reason to live,
For life is better than this,
Take a hold of the proffered hand
And lift your head
Seek the Lord of a better land,
Let's open our eyes
And know that life is rich,
When trusting the Saviour of all things,
Give heart and soul
To live the life he gives,
For life is rich,
Forget that itch,
See how the stitch scars,
Yet ignites the stars,
Giving life a reason to be rich
Now that you find
There is no switch
Taking you forward
Toward the glory
That shares life with the world,
Because life is rich
When it’s with the Lord.
(C)Steve Gregory 2025
Almost but not quite, we pause
within stillness, that the cause
of our soul’s stooped stance be known
betwixt bliss beats, now full blown.
Ego’s dead, we’re by love led
and head and heart have both wed
but there’s yet a missing link;
a light strobe missed, when we blink.
The forces that empower,
as love, wisdom and power,
need to entwine and align,
if we’d cross the finish line.
To this end, our will we bend,
breath by breath slowly ascend,
in sync with the universe,
without the need to rehearse.
Let’s grasp this moment offered
and God’s hand in heart proffered,
agreeing to vaporise,
that the truth we realise.
what caused us to ignore
the proffered hand
seeking touch
is it a sin
to look away
feigning indifference
shimmers in the vibrant void
appear and disappear
orbiting love
inhibition
mask of protection
unnecessary when all are one
"Long has My grace been proffered
Long has intercession been offered
Short is My space for repentance
'On my terms!' frames their resistance
'Tis not I who needs to change
Defying My terms will estrange
Worship Me in spirit and truth
Stop treating My words as uncouth
My Vineyard I designed to produce
But not all of My grapes have juice
These are destined for destruction
They refuse to obey My instruction
Secondhand smoke provokes My eyes
Their sacrifices only antagonize
Their outcome has been decreed
Curses will pursue their seed
Their toxic smoke is spreading
The effects of it - upsetting
False gods mislead and blind
Fulfilling the devil's design
Blowing immoral smoke in My face
Masking deceit without disgrace
They have earned My displeasure
I'll punish them in full measure
But My good grapes will inherit
As joint-heirs, they'll share it
They truly love and obey Me
Becoming My priority
I'll restore the Universe for them
New Jerusalem from every kind of gem
Justice and righteousness prevail
Secondhand smoke is a devil's tale"
"We are stardust
we are golden
and we've got to get ourselves
back to the garden" - Joni Mitchell
In hallowed halls the ancients spun their tales
on how it was existence came to be
each version proffered as the holy grail
but in the end just vain philosophies
For though their quest was noble in its cause
the evidence presented often lacked
in verity, it gives the thinker pause-
true faith is based on certitude and fact
the poet sang of stardust and it's true
as all of God's creation shares a past
the elements within provide a clue
to miracles that stand as unsurpassed
in Eden mankind's story has its start-
where simple dust became the human heart
Take the proffered hand,
with unconditional love,
cradling soul in close embrace.
The vast universe,
has but a single heartbeat;
it is the heartbeat of God.
Pilate concluded the case was a fraud.
The charge against Christ was legally flawed.
But because he was so morally weak,
A novel verdict for Christ he did seek.
So, he decided to offer a choice,
and the crowd chose Barabbas with one voice.
Barabbas, the seditionist was spared,
Jesus the Savior, sinful man’s death shared.
Barabbas depicts the gods we invent,
when Jesus, the Son of God we resent.
Like Barabbas, these gods bring us disgrace,
when in our lives they occupy God’s place.
Jesus or Barabbas is still the choice,
Proffered to us by the Spirit’s still voice.
The choice you make will determine your fate,
whether perdition or the pearly gates.
A squirrel jumped onto my windowsill
It was not afraid of me
I winked at it, proffered a cup
Mouthed, ‘Would you like some tea?’
It hopped on in and dipped its head
right into the scalding hot tea
And that was the first and last time
that varmint took an invite from me
Left To Wander
Confusion’s underbelly
frustration’s embryo
Orphaned seeds of black and white
spread where nothing grows
Choices wander celibate
new pregnancy unfound
Up or down left to right
— dubiety impounds
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Incognito
Thinking the worst
of people
life has cast a pall
To cover my
intentions
— and camouflage the fall
(Dreamsdleep: February, 2024)
Warring Words
Poets
are the bravest
writers …
you know who you are
Scattered
among
the Johnny Come Latelys
battered up and scarred
Each word
proffered
born of pain
raised in discontent
Dying once
to live again
unwilling
— to relent
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Winning
First and foremost
success is an
entrepreneurial venture
— not a management exercise
(To Dartmouth Students: January, 2012)
the well intended but deluded soul
took on itself to spread God’s word
the fixation soon became its mission
to rescue those deemed wayward
the vulnerable who suffer on earth
tottering on the very edge of despair
clutch at wisps of straw so proffered
but of absolute truth remain unaware
there is no solace in words and symbols
scriptures merely point out direction
we each need to walk on the path alone
paving way for our soul’s resurrection
the entity who seeks must drop away
God cannot be caged in conditioned belief
the light eternal is loftier than mind thinks
in vibrancy of staid stillness turn a new leaf
Her laughter championed her trust wanton,
in the garden ... baby naps peacefully,
'till a baby stirs, ignores looks made silly.
After a short while, normalcy weighs-in,
an exuberant baby squirms around.
A whimsy garden undresses young sight,
seen proffered midst an increased, proper light.
Above and under, a baby goes round,
hush, a ladybug takes flight bouncingly.
A baby's head progress up and around,
venturing to detect the beating sound.
A head steadies, a small face splashed with glee,
coos, burst, an orange speck gains distance.
A grinning baby receives the same fate,
while some garden stays from a closing gate,
as the sun sinks past a white picket fence.
Skeletal feet clickity clack,
a zombie child chewing bubble gum
giggles.
I have set a cackling witch at my door
but none are sacred tonight,
yet the cold hand of the dark
shivers all.
Candy is proffered,
horror masks nod, drool and moan,
bone handed gloves
grab recently caught Swedish Fish.
I shove the witches switch at them,
it's the only way
to save some treats
for the hungry ghost
that lives in my grimly grinning mouth.
Life unberable is created..
Proffered Then death by needle
Great effort Enjoined to sanitize
Waste of human rescources
Before our western walls !
YouTube has a plethora of spiritual videos
Pseudo gurus haven
Most of them are out to make a fast buck
Aided by grave faces unshaven
Let’s take the Tantra energy path for example
With a view to energising chakras seven
Esoteric forced practices are proffered
These gurus promising to take us to heaven
Be wary folks and use no intermediary
For God dwells in the cave of each soul’s heart
If we be pure, childlike and gentle
Assuredly one day we will feel bliss ignition start
Kundalini, Chi or Holy Spirit as divine energy is called
It is not something external to our innate being
Path to ascent is simple but ego cravings complicate
Clear seeing simply requires with throb of love agreeing
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