The cat was once a spouse.
She had everything she wanted-
even a house.
She didn’t scratch,
didn’t fight,
didn’t pounce.
Something kept her from living
and it wasn’t even a mouse
It was a bear.
A bear with claws
split thick as truth.
Each step it took
reshaped the walls of the room.
A bear matted with hunger,
a bear past care.
A bear who sang old stories,
of when Black cats weren’t loved there.
She offered love like meat,
laid it down at his feet,
called it devotion,
wished it complete.
She made herself smaller-
useful,
then
disposable.
And this story doesn’t go on much longer.
Because she learned too late:
a life built on usefulness
stays conditional-
like breath given only on demand,
always provisional.
Time is an inanity, we exist by its side.' We hear of
Anomalys, anonymous bland evil and a cultue of lies
Woe to those 'who call evil good' who put sour out for
Sweet.' Who ever thought we would ever see such
As a reality.? And integrity in retreat.? Yet how can that
Last.? Even tides turn in their oceons, seeing and
Listening..Does not always ensure a garnered ovation.'
All said, all done, trust in God for alone His ultimate will
Shall be done.'
If God
Wrote it for you
It would never
Happen to
Anyone else.
I saw a small bird in our smoke bush
Catching some insects to munch
No trace of anxiety, worry, or care,
Just looking around for its lunch.
Knows nothing of God or Creation
Knows nothing of promise divine
It feeds with content every moment
And gets all it needs in good time.
So why am I anxious and worried?
Why do I easily fret?
When I know all about God’s resources,
His provisions I claim to expect?
Praise God for his patience with people
Praise God for his patience with me
My faith and my trust often shaky,
And hindered by uncertainty.
Oh, thank you, yes, thank you, small birdie
Example you set in the bush
With never a second of worry,
With never a moment of fuss.
“Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?”
Matthew 6:26
Just my tune
the orchestra palls in insignificance
I stood by your dreams
forgetting the past
the pitter patter of rain recalls
Meanwhile we looked the same
from a place with no name
Silver boned islands appeared
With black furrows marks
provisions you
This I promise you
FARTHER FATHER WE REJOICE IN YOUR PROVISION-
Farther, yet infinitely ever close to me;
Shall I be the fore bearer of the protected?
Embraceable, not be replaceable
Finally farther father we rejoice in your provision
A chance to gift, up lift
Father I my soul and I
Reach out from within, as you are
Finally farther father we rejoice in your provision
Praise be to the glory, your glory Hallelujah
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
6/16/2024
A few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
On the contrary, the glory awaits you
The failure can hail a more determined individual
So don’t give up
It’s time to Get Up
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
Have you been knocked down?
Get Up
Have you been betrayed by a friend?
Get Up
Are you experiencing marital problems?
Get Up
Have you been having trouble at work?
Get Up
Are you having relationship problems?
Get Up
Are you having financial difficulties?
Get Up
Have you been knocked down by divorce?
Get Up
Are you having study difficulties?
Get Up
Have you been knocked down by illness?
Get Up
Have you been struck down by trauma?
Get Up
Get Up
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
Get Up because a few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
Copyright 2024
You are being transported
On the road, HE, provided
In the JEEP promised to me
I got to walk the way
Following,HIM, in the dark
But never, really, got to see
How it would play out, in the natural
You are living in the home
A place of peace and rest, He, provided
To shelter from storms, outside
In the house promised to me
I found my home in HIS heart
Finding secret rooms, filled with treasure
That I left at HIS feet
But, I was homeLESS in the natural
You are eating the feast
At the table, HE, prepared
In the CHUPPAH provided for me
Someone was sitting in my place
So, I stood...
Wondering if my LOVE, would notice
He did, and enveloped me
Now, only those who seek HIM
...will see
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-07-2023
You deserve our adoring praise
For You alone are worthy of honor
Making our playing field more even
Gifting us with strength and power
To vanquish our enemies' schemes
We cannot express our thanks enough
For Your name is our provision
Let Your favor and mercy flow
This year will be one of recovery
Be still and know, trust in Your plans
For all that You died for us to gain
We will inherit in Your holy Name.
Yellow fire hazards blemish the lawn,
prickly to bare summer feet.
Locusts overtake the heat.
Aphids feast and continue to spawn,
yet still remain strawberries to eat.
7-8-2021
Ever since Adam sinned at the fall
sin has entered every human alive
bringing spiritual death upon us all
lost forever no matter how we strive
God has worked out a perfect plan
sending His own dear son to rescue man
this would take Him to Calvary's cross
shedding His blood for His own clan
But man hates to accept God's truth
for the gospel declares God's great love
showing how great He loves sinners
will man believe God is enough?
God's call to sinners to repent
sounds forth to every listening ear
that Jesus is the only sure way
to receive forgiveness that's so dear
God's sufficient provision for all sinners
His call is still open to the day
salvation is found only in Jesus Christ
eternal life is the prize for all who obey
("I have not come to call the righteous but sinners to repentance.”)
Luke 5: 32 (esv)
God surveys the sparrow as she cares for her young,
and attends to her every tune as it's sung.
He enables each egg to hatch in its hour
from single cells to pip punch with beak's power.
God brush strokes each feather varied tints of tan
and grants them to spread like an elegant fan.
He examines the sparrow's swoop to search for seed,
and provides from the earth to meet her every need.
God endows her with instincts to gather her nest,
yielding life cycles of shelter, warmth, and rest.
He knows other wonders none other can see.
He beholds each sparrow, and he watches o'r me.
12-10-2020
Inspiration:
"His Eye Is on the Sparrow" -hymn by Civilla D. Martin
Take a look into the fields
at any time and the grass is green
do you wonder how that has been
a little seed was planted not long ago
This has happened for your provision
your cattle needs feed so to grow
so to produce milk like our souls need truth
feeding upon Christ so that fruit will show
We want to be mature in the faith
so need to eat real meat from scripture
learn from Jesus and all He said
eating this word you learn to endure
God always satisfies when talking His food
for He knows what is for your best
although the taste may not be great
its effect is what will pass the test
So the lesson here is listen to God
take what He says and you'll benefit
eat often from His mighty bounty
nourish yourself well to never quit
("I will provide grass in the fields for your cattle, and you will eat and be satisfied." Deuteronomy 11:15)
Wild as ivy vines climbing up pines,
in the outskirts of nature
where mountain lions purr,
my lungs expand like the open land.
Breathing in peace, as rippling as a creek,
watching an eagle snatch up salmon,
I witness the cycle of life: unkind but providing.
Abiding upon a log bench, quenched
with dampened sun, dappled by branch shadows,
trickled with yesterday's torrential rain drench,
I bathe in thankfulness for abundance.
Smoked venison smothered with forged morels
satisfies my wild senses, with plenty to share.
Cares become lost in uncharted territory,
flung to the wild winds, blown like dust
settling upon lawn-like leaves
where fungi's forestry teeth eat them like treats.
3-21-2020
Wild Country Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Plant me a young tree in your old Olive grove, tend it and watch as it grows and bares fruit,
Plant me a young tree in my garden, one that will bare lemons for the aroma is reminiscent of my homeland,
Plant me a child in my virgin womb this night on our marriage bed and watch as our marriage blooms and like the trees I will bear fruit.
Build me a house- one that is strong and lasting where we will be protected against an army,
Paint it white and together we will watch our children play in its safety.
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