Prose Poems

CELESTIALLY GRACED LOVE

CELESTIALLY GRACED LOVE

The day has its sun,
And the night, its moon;
I’m blessed to have you,
Each day and its night:-
For your love is as
The cosmic beauty,
Reflecting the shiny glow
Of God’s divine light:-
As you are the ever glowing
Sun and moon of my heart,
May I likewise be of your heart:-
And may God forever grace us
In this onederful onement

At Gethsemane

An unusual heaviness hung in the air.
  The wind didn’t stir, 
no single leaf fluttered.
       The dead weight of engulfing darkness pressed on.
     It was a fateful night, horrible and stark !

As a monument of misery, walked Jesus
      

The shadow whisper

It’s whispers.
Can you hear them?
I don’t want to,
but they force me to.

Sitting in an empty room,
with no one—
just a cigarette in my hand.

Every time it touches my lips,
it kills me
and makes me want to avoid it—

I know that cigarette is not good for me,
but I like doing something
I know is going to kill me.

But he

No one tells you

No one tells you how to smile when your throat closes with every breath behind that smile.

No one tells you how to move forward when the chain around your neck drags you back.

No one tells you how to be positive when your own mind digs into you with horns and a tail.

No one tells you

Love and Becoming

Nanaya: 
“Self love - bereft of sin, beseeching and riveting in my spirit, jumps over me in the power of expression. Each twirl of my spirits dance radiates an effervescent power directed at my overcoming. What do I overcome? Suffering my youth, my age, my indiscriminate desire to give up. Yet, there is life in

The lighthouse at Battery Point, Crescent City, CA

The lighthouse
alone on the hill
just a tree at its side
its beacon 
that light

It casts a long light
in a long blink
and then it's gone 
in a spin
to mark the shore within

It sits on its own island
only accessible on low tide
the path a bridge
mercurial moat that hides it

The building is lit at night
as well as its beam
presenting

Father's Dream

Father’s Dream  
---------------

The dream is truly dear,
Yet so difficult to fulfill.

My father would sit
in the courtyard,
and say with content in his words,
with a blush of satisfaction,

“I will make my son study, write,
and grow into a virtuous child.”

I cannot avoid the walls made of mud,
the thatched roof is fine,
In the dark room,
I look here and

The Camera

Why do someone kisses each other
Closes their eyes?
It's because the eyes not really see
It's the mind that really see
The good moments that register. 
The mind is like a camera
Only those beautiful experiences 
Are meant to be recorded and film. 
When the time of dull and remembrance, 
Someone able to recall and see those moments,
The past

What's Special About Man

Every privilege demands responsibility
To yourself, to your family and to others
The most privilege is to obey and serve God
For we have a soul for eternal salvation
For the soul is boundless and andless entity
Each has his own worth and accountability
Be sure to have an eternal insurance joyfully
Not nashing of teeth in the judgment day
Our title, our

Missed By The Visitation Of The Lord

The sign of Jesus coming
Is like a woman's labor pain
The pain is interval in nature
Like every hour is in pain
Then in every thirty minutes
Then pain in every five minutes
Then it's time to go to hospital
To deliver the new born baby
It's like in the time of Noah
God reveal His plan to him
People live casually, incessantly
What's wrong

How To Be Favored By God

Don't judge, 
Be humble, 
Be forgiving.

The lofty, abased
The abased, lifted up
Humble heart, justified. 

Don't be holy than thou. 
He accord with whom humbles. 
He's glad with whom have faith. 

He who obey the law is blessed. 
Respect your heart, mind and soul. 
Love your neighbors and yourself.

Give your tithes and offering. 
Worship Him in spirit

Silent kiss

I loved you. 
I know asking you to love me back is not what love is about. With you I’ve seen what true love is all about. Forgiving you in the gravest of situations and picking up the pieces of us even when it hurts my hand. With you I’ve seen what love is not

Come Jesus Come and Rescue all of us

Many have seen, with their own eyes,
Large signs of Christians crosses
Right in the middle of the cloudy skies.
Giving us our blessed assurance while
Giving unto all of tear drops of purest
Joy in all of our eyes.

Many have seen large wide open cloudy
Doors with Jesus our Savior, standing
Before and beside us, welcoming all of
Right inside His heavenly

The hill of hope

Hope is a feeling that people spend years believing in, not because it leads them to a place full of flowers,

but because it's the only thing anyone doesn't doubt. Then there is no difference between the lust of achieving and the act of believing in it.

And when that kind of soul grips the handle of

And some more updates Q and A

Q  Did the temple institute in Jerusalem lie about sacrificing an eligible red heifer
     because they were worried about 'back lash' from the Arab world?

A   Yes

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