When toilet paper roll is almost empty
We shouldn’t frown, panic and worry
Water host is attached on toilet’s wall
With sprinkler to wash our buttocks on bowl.
Water washes waste’s smudge thoroughly
With soap, bottom will no longer smelly
Whole life’s comfort comes more frequently
As washing purifies while wiping cleans partly.
green velvet water
that purifies thoughts and soul -
despite obstacles
Faith under fire
When it comes right down to the wire
How are you going to stand?
Are you going to be salt or extremely bland
When your faith is under fire
Don’t believe the words of the liar.
When the smoke starts to rise and obscure the view,
And the whispers tell you there’s nothing left in you,
That’s the moment the embers begin to glow,
To reveal the deep roots that run down below.
It’s easy to burn when the wind starts to blow,
But a fire refined has a different kind of show.
It purifies the spirit, it sharpens the sight,
Turning the shadows into brilliant light.
So let the heat rise, let the furnace test the grain,
There is power in the standing, there is purpose in the pain.
Keep your feet on the rock, keep your eyes on the prize,
For a faith under fire is a faith that will rise.
393.
Sinlessness
Sinlessness is impossible
But not for 2 people
Who became God's noble example
They are Jesus Christ & Mary
Who were sent to humanity
To teach them how to become holy
Her Immaculate Heart purifies
His Sacred Heart sanctifies
They are God's ultimate sacrifice!
-11/07/2015
(Dumarao)
*7th Day Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Not the blood of bulls and rams,
goats or turtle doves, the only
Blood that purifies, is that from
Divine Love! obiediance required
A special type of man' Yeshua He
Was to be born, of a pure; woman'
So blood of human and Divine did
Course the the veins of He.' Who
Redeemed those who will own? His
Sacrifice on the tree, not human
Blood that paid the price here I ask
For quiet thought.? Can any priest bring
Suitable? Not if holy spirit taught.'
Such blood as this was Gods own
Gift.' NOW AWAY WITH OTHER SORTS.!
To enter into Gods heaven, you need
No pomp or hype' just reason of His
Manner, who washed His chosens
feet accept Him humble, whipped and
Mocked, and I know; He'll snatch you from
Defeat.)
The First Cause is our Heavenly Loving God
More intimate than any of this sod.
His Holy Spirit abides
Like the Life-Sap confides
And purifies at the root,
From head to foot.
though pen whispers its words,
even echoes perceive its poignant allure,
beyond the scratched surface, it breathes deep,
percolating the senses with its aura—
sniffed as the fragrance of rose.
in thought’s depths nib probes,
to uncover the truth hidden in words—
splashed on the parchment of beasts,
gleaming like stars through the night’s dark sky.
it lifts chaff from the winnowed grains,
to plant in great minds the beauty that grows,
and gleams in billowing beacons as hope despite gloom,
winning hearts, garnering accolades in droves.
still it purifies ponderings and erases errors—
not with force but with subtlety
of persuasion, illumination, and quiet candour—
to rejuvenate and kindle weary souls.
Our tiers mummify the air
Our blood mummifies the soil
Our eyes purify aware
Our lives purify from toil
Your tears purify the air
Your blood purifies the soil
Your eyes mummify aware
Your lives mummify from toil
I see fire , feel fire
Passion piercing heart.
Ashes of lost love to fly.
Bubbling blood to flood.
Sensing betrayal in smoke.
My heart is burning.
No consolation to soul.
Fire purifies.
The noon heat no longer burns like dog days,
Storms now caress the leaves with care and grace,
The roughness of summer night kept at bay,
'Stead calmness, peace and comfort take their place.
The air is hazy, lazy, filled with fun,
Awaiting the chill and darkness of fall,
Now missing kisses of mid-summer's sun,
And cricket's early morning rasping call.
The sky billows brilliant blue with glamour,
The ocean's coolness purifies the air,
Tempting sunbaths silently clamour
For my pale skin on the beach to bask bare.
Hell’s fire does not now exist
for those who die apart from Christ.
The wicked dead are food for worms
As are the bodies of dead saints.
But death for all is not the end.
The God who made heaven and earth
is God of life and not of death,
and it’s his will that men should live.
When sin brought death, He sent His son
To die for man and pay sin’s price.
So, those who in His Son believe
E’en though they die, will one day live.
Those who refuse to turn from sin
Will pay the price of sin themselves.
When the fire of God from heaven fall
With Satan’s host in hell will burn.
As fire burns while fuel lasts
Hell’s fire will burn ‘til nothing’s left.
The fire purifies the earth
And paves the way for the new earth.
God who created heaven and earth
Will once again repeat the feat.
The earth He makes will be the home
Of those who in His Son believed.
The wicked chose the fire of hell
But heaven’s favor others chose.
Men choose their fate of heaven or hell
And God rewards them as they choose.
God does not will that any die
but to repentance, all should come.
Each one must choose his own estate
Choose God my friend and you shall live.
Drifting into sleep, repressed desires stir,
shaped as living beings in dream’s domain,
where assuming a role, as we prefer,
we navigate this mystical terrain.
As subject and object, we are the all,
though we know this not, being hypnotised,
thus the actor on stage cannot recall,
that he himself is as all forms disguised.
The dreamer and dreamed, both being the same,
how may the object awake in the dream,
which at some stage in life becomes its aim,
unless it negates thought spirals that stream?
Love activation and thought cessation,
purifies our soul through meditation.
In other worlds, we bathed in glass
instead of water.
Thousands of small grains cascade
as I stand bare in the shower, eroding.
Our ancestors never found cool, aqueous respite,
only beams that scorched the vast, barren sea of gold they wandered.
Their mouths, always parched,
never welcoming foreign waterborne contaminants.
Still, they were contaminated all the same
by those that burrowed into the flesh.
In any account of humanity,
we are flesh.
To be wrung,
to be infected,
by what cleanses and sustains.
And yet, we bathe
in dust or dew.
We consume.
We reach still for what purifies,
even if it wounds.
aqua and sky blues
enchanting, entrancing hues…
a Barbados beach
soothes, purifies and cleanses -
a salve for soul and senses
Waterfall, it cleanse,
Healing, life-giving, it quench
Purifies, refresh.
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