Soothing the soul
Tingling of the senses
Aroma of intrigued
Tasteful Alpha
Arrangement through the thought
Read out inspiration
Sentences leverage
Ability intertwined
Right ingredients of savory
Healing reinforced
Every stir coordinated
Needing more Word Nourishment
Another serving of Poetry soup
Spoonful thought
Words to live by
Napkin ready
Efforts in every try.
At the altar, see
our shadows serving
under the hand
of our Majesty’s Spirit.
In this succinct space,
how does God lean
into us, light up
our souls - with healing,
comfort, ameliorating whys.
His Spirit overshadows us.
Undeserving mankind,
less than an iota of sand,
means much more
than we can fathom
to the weightiness
of the savior’s cause.
God’s face had turned
from sin - to bridge the gap,
a worthy sacrifice;
completing the action,
resurrection after death.
That same Holy Spirit
in operation,
at the altar -
we should be duly in awe,
thankful beyond measure,
drawing closer
to His safe, loving, grace-full arms.
"Be An Angel and Be Kind" By Poet
"A" Angel factory come inside.
"N" Naughty need not apply, your kicked to the curbside.
"G" God is the boss here my dear.
"E" Eternal life is waiting for you with cheer.
"L" Love flows everywhere.
"S" Serving the one and only King is in the air.
In my mind, God was but an elusive dream
Unperceived, invisible yet omnipresent
A favourite tale with a feel-good theme
Spread by religion through fear and prayer
I gave little credence to the thought of his existence
Till I found faith after years of denial
In human beings do I seek him
For serving man is serving God
My charities are Disabled
veterans of America DAV
PVA paralyzed veterans
Wounded warriors my
absolute favorite USO
sending packages to
troops I absolutely love
this also Militar order of
the purple heart being
Disabled and giving of
yourself benefit letters
are zero many people
look at you smiling and
think you are rich sad my
life is in giving back my
grandfather served
my husband served my
granddaughter just arrived
in Jordan god bless the
United States of America
‘Thank you for serving.’
four meaningful words spoken;
Some never came home.
Who dares defy the laws of nature
Why do we stray from the straight path
What cruelty are we not capable of
Where can recklessness be rectified
When will hatred not be harboured
How do we find spiritual fulfilment
Who will Cure our moral cancer
Why does Hate hang heavy in our hearts
What is Recklessness but ruin
Where has Insolence brought us to?
When can Sin be exorcised
How is Temper tamed
how can one so discerning ~ be totally blind to all concerning
said the suicidal egotist ~ then turned and shot up the mirror
“Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms.”
1 Peter 4:10-11 NIV
perpetual present perceived – glorious gift of selfless service
You purpose in life is to serve the Father
Honor
Praise
Worship
Always
10/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Only,
When one finds the courage
To sacrifice his ego on
The altar of love,
Then and only then,
He can be ready to devote himself
Into the service of humanity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 October 2022
a sociopath
selfserving and destructive
egotistical
God gargantuan
favorite of mine has been
at end say Amen
snow fell on shoulder
could cause him to be colder
when he was older
reminds me of them
handsome looking very trim
happy never grim
Brown Girl Dreaming
Jacqueline Woodson,
Poet
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heard testimony
have to pay alimony
bunch of bologna
Let’s face it, Ironically subscribed,
While being subtracted from the equation.
Wicked witches from the west,
Travel to the east coast,
One named Faith, I’m like I need Hope.
Matter fact I need both.
When it’s time to put in work,
They call me Mr. Get the job done,
Go head and do your research.
Observe each word, if you got time take it,
Eyes looking at input already manipulated.
Stop talking live, you want eyes but the cops watching.
Plants all around this is not God’s garden.
Play the Kings role, end up a martyr.
I did my time
I paid my dues
To come "home"
To be with you ...
I opened my heart
I was vulnerable to belong
I thought we were friends
But it didn't take long...
For you to step on my spirit
Painting pictures of lies
But you told me to go
Now I'm mad, I won't cry.
You shunned me away
I asked for forgiveness
And I'm saddened to say
But you won't kill my spirit!
Sometimes I think about it
How you stepped on my heart
Then told me to walk
But I can see through the dark.
How could people be so cruel
And twist every truth
There's video to show
There's evidence, there's proof!
I may not be welcomed
But I'll tell you this much
You can shun me today
But it won't kill this veteran's heart.
One day you'll see
This never had to be
You can throw me away
But I'll hold the key...not for you...
but for me.
Walking in the rain
I am going out
in the gentle summer rain
remnants of a storm
to feel the drenched cotton fabric
of this threadbare shirt cling onto me like a sheath
smell the parched earth suck in the season’s first rain
Please come with me
We will paddle about, cautiously though
not to mash too many snails into the grazing lands
watch the muddy waters slide along the footpaths
where the scum of earth hangs temporarily on the grass
to be phased out with time
Yesterday’s swelter
that cooked up this serving in cumulonimbi pots
has been extinguished, savour the coolness
as I indulge myself in the sweet brutality
of the pure rain, breaking a taboo
sogging my dreadlocks in a wash that’s true
through and through
but if a stray bolt of lightning strikes
and the ensuing thunder vibrates under my feet
I will stand petrified, vulnerable as a wounded calf
with a pounding heart, I will mouth an uncensored prayer
I need someone then to stand right by me.
Would you feel used, if that someone was you?
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