awake usual thoughts
failures made imposed
turn others sleep
those like may also awake
guilt not helping light
rest night fears conflicts
wars doubts known not
all prepositioned
keep hope peace joy love
isolated chambered atomized
quarked vanquished
Lord Jesus maybe will
many claim dead still
resurrection appendage
little importance since
not fit soteriology
identity not body
only survives death
timeless eternity reincarnated heaven
space sans time spent looking edge
those not yet arrived
waiting again undiscovering
one another simultaneously
except frozen eternity
Lord be raised embodied ongoing
time continued timely together
see those sleep those cannot
night pray
now three two hours
now one before dawn
"I want to die in your bed
With bittersweet memories,
And a drunken head.
Never want to be alone,
Not for a single moment.
I am scared, scared of the ghost -
That lonely soul in the white garment.
Funny, nowadays I'm feeling lonely too
Maybe that ghost is a mirage of mine,
BOO!
Now, why are you going away,
Leaving me, creating this wound?
Don't you know I can't run after you,
I'm an ancient tree -
A lonely sentinel, deeply soil-bound!
Okay then, let's accept it as my fate
Watching alone this never-ending night,
Dying alone, no resurrection -
This realisation and the sudden fright."
Dead, Dead.
Decay and rotten flesh,
melting beneath the scorching sun.
Worms, maggots, and flies-
a parade in time with the vulture's drum.
Teasing, tearing, ripping this way and that, dashing, splashing like an artist painting madness.
Bumblebee, whisper to me:
Am I dead...or just asleep
in the scariest dream?
No...
I can't be dead.
I refuse to be dethroned.
Oh death, you have no sting.
I have clipped your wings.
A man of all seasons,
I fight in every round.
Knocked down...
but rise before I hit the ground.
Yeah, I am not dead.
By the “resurrection of the body” is meant that at the end of the world
And the bodies of all men will rise from the earth
And be united again to their souls nevermore to be separated
By the special favor of the Assumption
The body of the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary was raised from the dead
And taken into Heaven
The judgement which will be passed on all men immediately after the general
resurrection is called the general judgment
The judgment will be passed on each one of us immediately after death is
called the particular judgment
The rewards or punishments appointed for men after the particular judgment are Heaven
Purgatory
Or Hell
The word “Amen” with which we end the Apostles’ Creed is meant
So it is
Or So be it
CRUCIFIED RESURRECTED TREE
Sage crucified tree,
gray, and buck naked, granted
spring's resurrection...
The first day of the week, while it was still dark
She visited the tomb with a heavy heart.
How it did occur she just couldn’t say
But the stone was rolled away!
Alleluia! He is risen!
Alleluia! We are saved!
Alleluia! He is risen!
Alleluia! He has left the grave!
Then, John and Peter ran so that they might see.
They went to the tomb and then they believed.
Returning to the rest so that they could share
How the Lord, He was not there!
Alleluia! He is risen!
Alleluia! We are saved!
Alleluia! He is risen!
Alleluia! He has left the grave!
An angel in the tomb, to the men he said,
“Why do you seek the living among the dead?
For He is not here but He has been raised.”
The Lord’s name be praised!
Alleluia! He is risen!
Alleluia! We are saved!
Alleluia! He is risen!
Alleluia! He has left the grave!
(Easter Resurrection Song)
He rose on the third day, the stone rolled away,
The darkness was shattered by dawn’s golden ray.
The grave could not hold Him, the veil torn in two,
The promise of heaven made faithful and true.
He walked out in glory, His hands marked with grace,
The wounds that redeemed us, love’s radiant trace.
The angels rejoiced, and the earth felt the light,
The Savior victorious, ending the night.
So sing hallelujah, let all voices ring,
For death has been conquered by our risen King.
New life now is blooming where sorrow once lay--
He rose, yes, He rose on that glorious day.
The hill was bare, the sky undone,
The veil was torn without a sound.
Red streaked the wood, the earth stood still,
And love hung quiet, pierced and crowned.
But dawn returned in linen white,
A folded cloth, an open stone.
No trumpet called, just wind and light,
And grace that walked the garden home.
Now light outlives the longest night,
And hope is etched in every sky.
The hands once bound now hold the stars
And mercy reigns, and cannot die.
He came for humanity's sake,
Preaching love, not disunity's ache.
A pillar strong, a tower high,
He healed the oppressed, the devil's sigh.
Declared his fate, arrest, and death,
Yet on the third day, he'd find new breath.
Conquering death, the world's despair,
He arose, putting shame to crafty snare.
No need for evidence to quell my doubt,
My conviction stands, unwavering without.
Fully persuaded, I declare his might,
Resurrection's victory, hope's radiant light.
Lying in the dark
Three days all alone.
Seems to me my heart
Is cold and hard as stone.
Don’t know if you’re coming
Or you’re going your own way.
Waiting for your gentle word
To bring me back into the light of day.
Silence all around me
Still, I’m not concerned.
Soon you will have found me
And bid me to return.
Everyone is listening
To all that you might say.
Waiting for your gentle word
To bring me back into the light of day.
Sisters stop your weeping.
Brothers, don’t complain.
It’s really just like sleeping
And I can feel no pain.
Though I am now hollow,
A vessel to be filled,
A miracle will follow
I’ll rise and do your will.
Lying in the empty
Nothing else but space.
Believe me, it is tempting
My death to just embrace.
Yet, I hear you calling
And all will be okay.
Waiting for your gentle word
To bring me back into the light of day.
Look at me, I’m rising
At the power on display.
Waiting for your gentle word
To bring me back into the light of day.
When time springs forward, and light prolongs the day
When insects like bees, mosquitoes, and wasps, gallop
into Spring, armed with weapons to annoy and sting
When birds fly North, and bears awake to hunt
When the chilly winds of Winter grow quiet,
And the Spring Season shouts for joy
When darkness fades for fear of the light
When hidden shadows are clearly exposed
When roaring thunder and frightful lightning
Give way for the entry of clear blue skies
When war and conflict succumb to calm and peace
When dastardly death unequivocally bows to life,
And cries of "Crucify him!" are replaced with the
more subdued sounds of, "My Lord and My God".
Monstrous faith,
Blasphemous state,
Cursed to a Lazarous fate.
Phoenix ashes tracing a Brownian route,
Genie dances with an ambient view.
Casting spells where destiny brews,
Crafting cells where reason skews.
Factual sprawls as time distorts,
Actual flaws that time contorts.
A paradox script the cosmos writes,
A Faraday cage,our fate locked tight.
Take off the hypnotic wings
to the flying frequencies of
unknown emptiness
where the violated sky lives
The upstairs' shelves full of fume
where the withered petals create
the canvas of fairy tales
The whispered heart to the
thunderous silence in the womb
where the pains of love resurrect
the fetus of god.
©Mahtab Bangalee/Feb'25
Gethsemane,
And sweat like blood.
Disciples quite
Misunderstood.
Golgotha's cross,
Forsaken cry,
Misunderstood.
Why does he die?
In borrowed grave,
Cold death entombed.
Misunderstood —
Disciples' gloom.
Alive again!
Still disbelieved,
Misunderstood
By hearts deceived.
Misunderstood
Today? By you?
Know you not what
He came to do?
See Matthew chapter 26 and Mark chapter 14
November 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on John 11-12
Key Verse – John 11:25 Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HE IS
THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE
Praise be to God for He is the resurrection and the life:
Saving our souls with His security-seal
Sanctifying our spirits along His statute-standard
Satisfying our service by His sufficient supply-support
Sustaining our stewardship upon His Scripture-statutes
Strengthening our supplication through His steadfastness
John 12:7-8 Praise be to the Lord for
teaching us to have Him always:
Trusting Him amidst crises
Thanking Him for His compassion
Toiling for Him despite challenges
Triumphing in His calling and caring
Treading upon His championship charge
John 12:46 Praise be to the Saviour
for being our light against:
Zeal where greatness pretends
Zenith where godlessness prevails
Zones where gloominess pervades
Zooms where goodness is perverted
Zest where greediness against grace pesters. Amen!
November 8, 2024
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