“The Path towards REMEMBERING is not for the weak. It is priceless. Move inwards, without faltering & know that you are held.” Poet
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journey within is strewn with jagged edges
and jewels
both can lead to detours
walking a straight and narrow path one
traverses own jungle untamed
lame sometimes becomes our resolve
not to forge ahead beyond crags or rags
is not an option once undertaking begins
screams may merge with songs or dreams
cream alongside starvation or salvation
a luminous beckoning lighthouse at end of tedium slogs hold us steady
often makes us heady
in solitude with faith we need make no haste
knowingness with Heart’s compass surely
keeps us safe
neither hazard or hurdle makes us curdle
Soul the master of destined fate never late
to turn cherished key into jewelled Home
within is majestic prize to win
Big confusing words belie
how the essence of good design
is being simple, succinct, accurate and precise!
It's not conceptualizing, brainstorming,
envisioning, strategizing, theorizing,
or hypothesizing!
But, being clearly focused on the straight and narrow path
to elegant simplicity in design,
With nothing left to add,
nothing unnecessary left to take away.
Strangely, the path to keeping it simple
can involve many complex phases and diversions.
With many trials and errors made to eliminate
all the unnecessary stuff,
to get to the core of the problem,
and the kernel for the solution.
Keeping it simple
is the ultimate sophistication in design,
showing clarity of thought, in understanding the problem
and striving for ultimate elegance of
smart simplicity in design.
Guardian angel who is at my side
To hear my woes and sighs.
My prayers go to the Lord
For I have faith in him and truly love.
Strength and deliverance I ask of thee
To keep me on the straight and narrow path
Be at my side day and night to rule and guide
My life.
Jesus is my brother
Jesus is my friend
Jesus is my saviour
He will be with me till the end
Jesus walks beside me
Everywhere I go
He holds my hand and guides me
He will never let me go
Jesus gave his life for me
He suffered on the cross
Nailed up there in agony
Our gain was Marys loss
He loves me as a brother
And I love him too
But it wasn't just for me he came
He also died for you
I will walk the path he leads me
I will try hard not to stray
But if I do he'll gently take my hand
And keep me in the way
Yes Jesus is my brother
My friend and saviour too
As I walk that straight and narrow path
I hope you are on it too
Granite-hearted politicians
tossing our lives and minds
onto election year bonfires.
Flicking tongues- fanning blazes
veiling their throbbing lies
building dead-end mazes.
"Fixing" problems of their own making...
slinging toxins without solutions
Masking our voices with concoctions.
Forcing us to breathe in beltway pollution...
We the citizens, turned into treadmill jesters.
Juggling dirty masks and happy pills.
One swamp is drained while the other one fills...
Maggots writhing over star-spangled meat.
Do we untether the talon of revolution
This is no time for silence and timidity.
Maybe it's a time for some reflection and prayer.
To turn yet another rosy cheek...
Where are the Gandhis in our time of need.
Where is the blossom of Jerusalem to cool burning seed?
When will we get to see our brave and selfless King?
To lift us high up from this pit of self-pity and greed.
Steer us gently onto the straight and narrow path.
Back into the golden-hearted dream...at last.
Your continued forgiveness
Is beyond my ability to comprehend.
I’m not worthy of the price you paid
No one is.
Thanks for paying the price for me.
Stumbling in the dark too much
Yes, that path is wide and comfortable.
It is not where my spirit wants to be,
But my weak flesh drags my soul there.
Thanks for paying the price for me.
When I flee the dark for light
I feel as I’m crossing the Red Sea.
A wall of temptation on my left and right,
A dry, straight, and narrow path before me.
Thanks for paying the price for me.
When I reach the shore of the righteous
I pause long enough to watch the walls of water
Continue to wash away the dark fleshly things.
My spirit rejoices in the lighted path, where it wants to be.
Thanks for paying the price for me.
Thanks for your Word,
Thanks for the Holy Spirit,
Thanks for prayers,
Thanks for forgiveness,
Thanks for the lighted path.
Thanks for paying the price for me.
Copyright © Robert Moore, February 4, 2020
One dark and stormy night, when half my life lay behind me ?I wandered from the straight and narrow path too far.
And took my heart for a ship’s compass
All through the darkness, I followed no course, no path but my own. ?
With only unlimited darkness before me
Above that darkness, there was no guiding star. ?
That had once guided kings and shepherd alike. ?
When you are born blind only the darkness can see your way.
While death’s cold hands pluck at one's terrors and fears.?
Gladly the dreads I felt are too dire to retell,
The hopeless, pathless, lightless times forgotten,
I turn my tale to that which next befell,
When the true dawn opened
and the dark night was no longer my guide.
Paraphrased from the opening to Dante's Inferno.
Years ago, I indulged, all my temptations
But now I've made, the straight and narrow, path my way
As I sit here in church, I'm at a loss for my words
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
The glass is stained, so they, can't see in
And pass judgement on all those inside
We're not here because we are perfect
And many here still can't swallow their pride
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
We're all trying to repent for our mistakes
I ain't been washed in the blood
But I still feel His love
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
When I walked in, it was like, that old barroom
Everyone there beside me knew my name
Well there's Jimmy who still smells like liquor
But who am I to ever pass the shame
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
We're all trying to repent for our mistakes
I ain't been washed in the blood
But I still feel His love
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
I'm just hopin' to find a way to be saved
Don't judge me cause we've all fallen from grace
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
I've never seen so many sinners in one place
This life of joy and sorrow, weighs heavy on a fragile soul.
Waiting ever till tomorrow, for broken hearts being made whole.
Like autumn leaves of papered gold, promises scattered on the ground.
Dreams of childhood are bought and sold, to corporate prisons we are bound.
Loving families are torn apart, children reach out for their mother.
We're born to worship from the start, the gods of gold and no other.
Sometimes at night you can still hear, People say His forbidden name.
For death we will no longer fear, and lift the burden of our shame.
If we would have just turned our head, and walked that straight and narrow path.
Sleeping peacefully in our bed, not evoking the masters wrath.
Time will tell if mercy we'll see, like the stars shining from above.
A savior that will set us free, and from heaven rain tears of love!
Observe the movements of a serpent,
see how it moves on the ground
It never moves in a straight line;
always left to right,
right to left
Like a crooked S
That crooked walk is the serpent sway ---
never gonna come straight,
that ain't the serpent way
All I know, is what the Holy Bible say:
don't turn aside to the right hand or to the left
Walk the straight and narrow path ...
stay spiritually deft
The serpent sway is the crooked walk,
shifting right to left, then left to right
Changing the truth is how the wicked talk
The crooked walk is the serpent sway ...
never gonna come at you straight,
so don't learn to walk that way
Don't be a snake in the grass, okay!
She had a squint, knocked knees and crooked teeth
But she had a heart of gold and we all loved her
Her teeth were crooked but her ways were straight
Her heart was pure and we all counted on her
She indulged in no self-pity and loathed niceness
Of the fake variety, fake piety
Which she mistook for nothing but the condenscencion
That it was
She had a squint but she saw straight through idiocy
Dressed up as compassion, liked some trend or fashion
For this she had little passion
Her teeth were crooked, her knees knocked together
But she kept on the straight and narrow path to success
Proof that, in spite of it all, she could achieve anything
And walk tall and proud, like an Empress
Suffering and Misery Have Gone
I do not follow rules and am uncouth
Comply wit rebellious ways of my youth
And things am clearly starting to see
Without God there never will be a me.
Inside me is a life needing to come alive
Then survive and eventually to revive
Itself so that God can start to serve
On straight and narrow path and not swerve.
More anxious each day God want to meet
And show me how life can seem so sweet
While I will exist in my true God's grace
As many mysteries of life helps me to face.
In this new morning I am now wide awake
Great God is in each breath that I take
Out into life again shall surely proceed on
All my much suffering and misery are gone.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
God had a hold on me to much of my surprise..
Satan had a hold on me with false deals and lies.
I fell by the wayside but somehow got back on that straight and narrow path.
Satan wanted to keep me by his side but God prevailed at last!!!
I thought it was too easy when satan tried to make it feel right.
God came and rescued me like a thief in the night.
So swift, smooth, but yet so tender with a touch.
That's when I knew who loved me the most, it was Gods son Jesus Christ who showed me just how much.
When he died on the cross for my sins I knew then that satan couldn't win.
God had a hold on me and satan tried to hold me tighter.
That's when I grabbed the Holy Bible and I showed satan that I too was a fighter.
A fighter for Gods unchanging hand because you tried to to make me fail.
That's when God stepped in and had my back and at the end I'm the one who prevailed.
My Missing Link
After waking up I did start to think
Maybe the Lord is my missing link
Who I forgot about and had ignored
With Him should strike up a chord.
If the Lord and I were on same track
And nothing would I ever have to lack
Found out that He and I are related
Learned many things and became educated.
Treat God with respect and be dignified
Realizing that all of this has signified
When in music we are on same sheet
Singing is simpler and easier to complete.
You should not go on a round about way
On straight and narrow path always stay
And if life from you too much does demand
God and Jesus are there to hold your hand.
Now that on same sheet we now are all on
Our misery with music will finally be gone
Which will easily flow when in right meter
And let Lord in my life start being leader.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Mind Bender
I try to bend my mind around a straight line.
Pondering the lies imbedded in yesterdays truths.
False prophets, masquerading on wisdoms mountain.
"come taste our wares"
I become intoxicated on prides pie.
Tasting success's extinction.
Lives forsaken,
sacrificed on altars of progress.
Beads of glass breaking in upturned palms
whispers from the fallen,
not allowed to cry out.
The language of their ancestors,
silenced,
erased.
What's left?
Is there any trace?
Oil drips along insanities highway.
Multitudes traveling gleefully in the passing lane,
destination... nowhere fast.
munching on fastfood promises
Heading towards a toothpick bridge,
trusting facades of solidity.
Smiling plastic smiles.
Turning the radio dial,
tuned to stations extolling self pride.
God complex.
"All things are possible if I believe in me!"
Living the dream,
suspended within stupidity.
Unable to bend twisted minds.
Failing to seek the straight and narrow path.
The end of us,
no muss, no fuss.
Time stands still.
Momentary pause.
The earth waits,
catches it's breath.
Abrahams Father,
presses restart...
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