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Naive Faith

Heart of mine throbs with triumph
grateful for exposure to life yon survival
while beholding beauty of kindness
midst faith's navigating compass.
       
Likewise, my soul keeps on worshipful
seeking for God’s approval and favor
basking in His grace, mercy, compassion
along faith's childlike trust.
 
Despite challenges and trials
my spirit strives toward victorious claim 
vanquishing adversities while reaching-out
with faith cleaving to the Omnipotent hand.


Steadfastly clinging to divine help
I continue on, delighting in my journey
doing my best, inspiring others
as faith increases, glowing with vibrant hope.

Rather Than Talking to Walls -

Rather than talking to walls -
I talk to the universe
Which talks back.

The Milky Way hails -
The stars wink endlessly -
The planets - they enchant -

And if my ears are sharp -
I might hear steadfastly
The drum of time

In sync with my heart -
The crickets and the owls
As one rhyme.

The Child Won't Paint

"He won’t paint", cried out the Father
suspecting a flame of genius
in the toddler’s eyes.

The painterly parent bought paper, acrylics,
oils, brushes, chalks, and crayons,
not even a finger painting emerged.

The child steadfastly refused to paint.

The father pleaded:
“For the glory of God why not paint!”

His offspring only turned away
to suck a thumb.

Months past…years.
The child grew to be a sullen teenager.
He began to write poetry – and such woeful,
doleful poetry!
Exclamation marks rose up in heaven
as thick as bamboo forests.

His father read them, his face grew ashen
with a sickly alarm.
The poems spoke of phantasmagorical visions,
hordes of screaming demons, dismembered
herds of hapless humans.
Abysmal were the visions the boy unleashed
from his newly erupted consciousness.
Presentiments flew up from the pages
as horrid as the blood-red dragons of Hades.

Upon reading his son’s latest works
the father exclaimed:
“For God’s sake, NEVER paint!”

He took the young man for long walks in the country,
forced him to join a local soccer team,
suggested a military career,
alas

the boy began to paint.

TICK TALK

An old clock ticks in the background
Never quite sure of what time it is
Yet steadfastly sure it is right at least twice a day

It will not tell you your blood pressure
Nor will it count your footsteps
Or find you the nearest Starbucks

Its gears will eventually wear down
Softly lose their edginess
Its ticks become a fading whisper

It will slowly become more silent
Its presence less noticeable 
Unless it is a friggin’ Cuckoo clock

The Fruits of the Holy Spirit

This is an open prayer
I hope Heaven is listening
When temptation lingered
I purposefully skipped it
I’m not trying to please Eden
It’s Heaven that I’m pleasing
I hope they follow this example
Bad fruits stay forbidden
Today I wouldn’t give in 
Your blessings I am needing
You said;
Good deeds will be rewarded
Good fruits I’d be reaping
On your vine, I’d stay divine
Heaven don’t neglect me
The fruits that I’d be yielding
The Fruits of the Holy Spirit
Love, Joy, Peace, Patience
I’d take on the road
Kindness, Goodness, Gentleness, 
is going to ease the load
Faithfulness and Self-Control
steadfastly chase my goals
I pray your Spirit fuels my bones
As it strengthens my soul

Canvas

I believe this space must be appreciated
Blank, white, plain to see
Why are we so quick to cover up
That which is boundlessly free

Look at this space between the frame
Question, wonder, and consider
Here is a blank field, free for the taking
With potential untapped, as it were

But perhaps something sad should be noted
This canvas gets only one experience
Endless possibilities, limited to one
Only one potential can be in existence

But if we refuse and never color in the white
Then the canvas can continue to dream
But never live any true reality
Purity is a dilemma it does seem

Do we remove its potential and give it a path
Or do we keep the possibilities open and allow it to imagine
How do we choose such a powerful choice
Both options seem like a terrible sin

So make your choice (I steadfastly refuse) 
This space is like a child who does need grow
So consider your own past and wonder which is worth it
Because perhaps to choose we should be a little more slow

KILLER ON THE LOOSE

I
abhor
the way that
you’ve silently
stalked me in my house
I have begged you to leave
But you steadfastly refused
I’ve just found you in my bedroom
I’m rooted to the spot in terror
And yell so loudly my son rushes in

 
Help!
I scream.
My son looks
At my white face.
He bravely squares up, 
corners the intruder
then pounces like a cat.
“Gotcha”! He says in triumph
As he captures the small spider
“You are safe to move again now mum”
How I hate being arachnid phobic!

Haiku Practical

Frost bites the bare branch,
Yet roots cling deep, steadfastly—
Spring is worth the wait.

WHO AM I?

"But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain..." 1 Corinthians 15:10-11 King James Bible

              Blest by the Lord
        I am one who is gripped with peace
      Enclosed around divine redemption seal
        Bound toward freedom bliss
  Vanquishing doubts hurled by attacking skeptic darts
  Smiting gloom of besetting tortures due to guilt
    Grateful always for pardon’s best
  While worshipping my Saviour, exalting His name.

              Midst love and grace
        I am enjoying God’s goodness
      While reaching-out to others serenely
        Sharing Gospel of hope
  Steadfastly trusting for miracles to happen
Believing that faith moves yon what’s impossible
    Triumphant against my weakness
  As I rest at the omnipotent Champ’s bosom.

December 1, 2024
4th place, "Who I Am" Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 12/11/2024

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ANSWERING OUR REQUESTS

October 18 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Mark 10-12

Key Verse – Mark 10:51 And Jesus answered and said unto him, What wilt thou that I should do unto thee? The blind man said unto him, Lord, that I might receive my sight.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ANSWERING OUR REQUESTS

Praise be to God for answering our requests: 
Enabling us in our efficient toiling
Encouraging us toward earnest trust
Exhorting us for energetic thanksgiving
Empowering us along His enlightening truth
Exposing us to exemplify triumphant testimony

Mark 11:22 Praise be to the Lord for
charging us to have faith in Him: 
Strongly standing upon His Scriptures
Sturdily serving along His standards
Steadfastly seeking His sufficiency
Sincerely showing His satisfaction
Serenely sharing His salvation
 
Mark 12:41-44 Praise be to the Saviour for
honouring our giving that is:
Cheerful by His generosity
Confident because of His grace
Compassionate through His greatness
Circumspect along His gearing guidance
Committed upon His gripping governance. Amen!

October 18, 2024

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR TOUCHING US, TELLING US NOT TO BE AFRAID

October 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 17-18

Key Verse – Matthew 17:7 And Jesus came and touched them, and said, Arise, and be not afraid.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR TOUCHING US, 
TELLING US NOT TO BE AFRAID

Praise be to God for touching us, 
telling us not to be afraid with His:
Words so precious
Ways surely pleasing 
Works steadfastly perfect
Warnings strongly profitable
Wisdom Scripturally powerful

Matthew 17:15 Praise be to the Lord 
for being merciful unto us: 
Calming our fears
Charging our faith-fervency
Correcting us from faithlessness
Clearing out our concentration-focus
Cleansing us against filthiness of feverish fainting

Matthew 18:35 Praise be to the Saviour 
for forgiving us with His:
Grace and mercy
Gentleness so mighty
Goodness midst miracles
Grants of generous magnificence
Guidance toward ministry-marvels. Amen!

October 8, 2024

Shortfalls on the Long-Haul

In long-haul dreams, we set our sights far-off on distant shores,
Assuming that each step, each choice, each twist, will open doors,
Will keep us heading steadfastly ahead, right on course!
Yet time reveals the dead-weight drag of our remorse.
Looking back on the shortfalls, on the litter of regrets stowed
As keepsakes to repay, all the time-wasters, for ransom owed.

Real World Sedative Huitain

Knew just what she wanted to say,
that’s what she steadfastly believed;
Jazzed to write this poet at play,
clever words with rhythm are weaved;
No longer with that spirit sleeved
ghost whispers change the narrative;
Prose brighter than you had conceived
free from the real world’s sedative.

RACCOON

I was walking the other morning as I do most every day
when up ahead I saw a car stop in the middle of the street…then quickly drive away.

I didn’t think much about this as I was enjoying the stars, the planets and the moon
until I realized that car…had run over a raccoon.

I thought it was just a cat sleeping in the road…
(on my morning walk this is something I often see)
until she raised her head as I walked by and that raccoon looked up at me.

Never approach a wild animal is a rule to which I steadfastly adhere
but something in her eyes told me there was nothing for me to fear.

I knelt down in the street next her…told her I’d sit with her a while
and as she laid her head back on the street…I think I saw her smile.

Within minutes she closed her eyes, stopped breathing
and that morning just before the dawn
as tears fell from my eyes I knew that she was gone.

I couldn’t do anything to save her when I found her lying out there on her own
but I was glad I came along and she did not die alone.

Once again nature gives us a lesson she’s hoping we all will heed
how sometimes in life and death…a little comfort is all we ever need.

A Very English Poem

The daffodils are never flattened by tornados,
the little lambs always enjoy a pleasant Spring,
and oft they giddily gambol.
The sun is not too warm nor cool,
the sky steadfastly blue.

Wordsworth took a walk
and wrote yet another pleasing poem
regarding the green grass and
softly rolling emerald hills -
no mention of rainstorms
or hurricanes.

In America, we read
of such pleasant,
pastoral perfections,
but most,
sensibly,
refuse to believe them.

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