Even if you skip big meanings
Minding petty pace of days
Yours is splendid way of living
Straightening paths in every maze
There you go across the water
There you fly upon the land
There you stand amidst the slaughter
Which you fail to understand
What seemed complex turns out plain
As the years go by it gets
Clearer that we go insane
With our number of upsets
Tempered madness works like pill
Daily doses you can measure
By yourself, no form to fill
You would need for such a pleasure
If it doesn’t satisfy
Then you have a great resource
To repeat the reasons why
Voluntary, not by force.
My dogs are similar to cats in some respects
sometimes they get a certain stance
give each other a knowing look
a chase that rivals a squirrel chase ensues
they jump from couches to recliners
circle to the bedroom and back
the furniture moves two to three feet
as they begin their next jumping session
they are huffing and puffing now
it is like having giant four-legged gorillas inside
they just raced out again, the chase is on
I wait before straightening the furniture
October 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 12-13
Key Verse – Luke 12:21 So is he that layeth up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ENABLING US
TO BE RICH TOWARD HIM
Praise be to God for enabling us to be rich toward Him:
Laying treasures in heaven
Leaving troubles of helplessness
Loving Him with His triumphant hope
Lighting testimony of health’s happiness
Living for Him with thanksgiving by His hoisting
Luke 12:42-43 Praise be to the Lord for helping us
to be His blessed servants:
Delighting in His work while worshipping Him along His wonders
Deciding according to His Word against wicked worldliness
Depending on His direction midst His watchfulness
Doing His will and discerning His ways
Dealing well by His wisdom
Luke 13:13 Praise be to the Saviour
for straightening us so we can glorify Him and:
Grow by His grace
Glow in His goodness
Give through His generosity
Go along His greatness-grandeur
Gear-up toward His guided governance. Amen!
October 27, 2024
He is a lonesome young lad, not happy,
with curly hair he thinks he looks scrappy.
Dunks his head in pool with spin,
cold water his nose sucks in.
Tangled hair straightens, but he feels crappy.
To the lady who sees me as I am,
To the lady who sees me as a book,
Turning through my pages,
Straightening its dog ears,
Reading between the lines.
To the lady to whom I stand as a mirror,
Reflecting beyond my charm and calm,
Reaching for the hidden part of me,
Seeing the night that comes to my room,
Knowing that I add stars to its sky.
To the lady who said I do,
Despite my shades and fades,
Polishing my weathered surface,
Waiting for my shrivelled meadow to bloom,
Anticipating the sprout of my feeble boughs.
To the lady who knows my mother has a pride of place in me,
She has read the ode I wrote to my mother,
But still knows that she’s not barricaded from my heart’s door,
The fragrance that pervades my room,
She’s the purple flower in my garden.
April 29, 2024.
When some men of faith brought a paralytic to be healed,
Opening the roof when they placed his bed before Jesus
When the forgiving grace of the almighty was revealed
The fault-finders placed before him, their malicious thesis
Could eyes filled with coal dust find an unknown way easily?
The dusk of ignorance blocked them from recognizing him.
Aren't these, more than the one who's healed, paralyzed mentally?
Hope of healing them, like straightening a dog's tail, seemed grim.
The healed, bloomed with joy, like a sunflower before the sun.
Pessimism paralyses physique and psyche painfully.
Is, with no flow of fresh streams of optimism, laurels won?
The Pharisees, like desert daisies, dried disdainfully.
When praises of the people of faith, like incense, ascended
The Kingdom of God, like a sublime universe, descended
She struts
from the pages of infamy
Black bold and beautiful
No straightening of her Afro
She owns her gorgeous
Forget “The man,”
She’s got things to do
Not concerned with his master fetish
In her world women rule
If you cross her
Honey you are the fool
Her voice is smooth dark chocolate
with just a hint of bitter
She’s both a saint and sinner
No skinny thinking
Curves are for winners
There is rhythm
running through her veins
She is steeped in strength stories
birthed from palatial pain
When you try to hold her down
she rises up again
Her every page
the hidden embodiment of America History
She faces the future
clothed in mystery
Hear her harmony notes
On forever she floats
Faithfully fantastic
she’s the embodiment of hope.
She’s every true story
that has ever been told
If you try to confine her
she’s impossible to hold
Add your own
chapter line and verse
You are born from nobility
quench your inner thirst
Perfection
doesn’t need to be rehearsed.
Dedicated to my friend Valerie Thibadeaux in honour of Black History Month.
Be thankful, sing joyful melodies sincere,
The veil is being removed to make your insight clear.
Be thankful, dear soul, for heaven is kind,
To a heart with a lifestyle of gratitude aligned.
Be thankful, for the next steps have arrived,
A safe passage where faith and hope thrive.
Rest in the blessed assurance of trust and belief,
As whispering hope from the other side brings relief.
Lift the rod and cross over boldly into the unknown,
For He, your Faithful Guide, will never forsake you alone.
Experience the rocks in the road become stepping stones,
Transformed by His grace, completely overthrown.
Can a clock turn in reverse mode and race?
For He who is Time is showcasing His grace.
Your times and seasons, He will fully redeem,
Recovering all the lost moments, fulfilling your every dream.
Feel again the gentle fluttering of angelic wings,
As they descend from God’s presence where healing begins.
Let them mend your body, soul and heart, lifting you higher,
Straightening your paths according to your King’s desire.
annoying cat cooks are whining in the kitchen
you can hear them from the front door
I don’t want to go in there to hear all their ’n.
I have gone in there too many times before
why do you always hire the cats? I ask my sister.
I know the truth actually, she cannot resist a whisker.
She is in love with every cat the second it comes by.
I don’t know, she admits, giving me a heartfelt sigh.
I go into the kitchen and they yell “The witch! The witch is in!”
Pretty ironic, when you realize I am my sister’s identical twin.
Get this party started, and stop fighting or you are fired!
They start straightening up, even though I am not the one who hired.
Come on, he said, you've got it on your plate,
Stop clicking your pen and do concentrate;
It's just a small triangle twisted at an angle,
What's gotten your concepts in a muddy tangle?
Iam going on a tour, he said, on office business,
Dad, I want a barbie in a pink frilly dress!
But lo and behold, the suitcase overflowed,
With all our favorite things hidden in it's fold;
Dad, I grew tall, I said, do you want to see,
And I stood beside him, straightening out my knee;
Oh, you reached my pocket, it's just a matter of time!
Till you are tall as your mother, just a few months down the line;
All the little things, all the golden moments,
All the things I gained, my accomplishments;
Dad, you were the pillar, did I ever tell you that?
My wonderful father and the world's very best!
No more loud speak hearts.
No more faces with mask.
No more listening sights.
No more mutual fights.
This town hiding with secrets.
Butterflies flying around the circles.
Houses looks like No one lives.
Children's playing in the streets.
Now I waiting for a comeback strikes.
That will be a punished for the crown's head.
A power used by abuse someone straightening lines.
Using this sharpens word I'll take the justice for all.
My shadow and I is the mark of forbidden.
Which I can still be with me when I'm dead.
Please be careful you still in my head.
There's no way out Just believe I show you the path.
Let the lion inside of us roar
Let it subdue all the confusing noise
That has been blocking our prosperity.
As we sound the instruments inside of us
Let divine reversal begin
Everything that tried to rearrange us
Let those things be rearranged
Through divine reversal
Breaking us into new places
Straightening our paths
For out of wreckage and devastation
God’s seed will spring forth
Even during the heat of the day!
Since the keys to change the world
Are embedded deep within our lives
So, arise, rearrange and rebuild again!
When the urge takes you
Suddenly
to move forward in you
Touch of Waves
Under your feet
Wind's flavor
On your nonchalant neck
Straightening of the spine
Shivering
To the four winds
Trembling sensations
of a torrid sunset
Sweet music of the heart
that allows the lovers
to find themselves for a moment
in the shimmering flames
of their newborn present
Aby, New york 26th May 2022
The dollhouse was a gift from us
For Chanukah, one year.
Our grandkids played a lot with it
And that’s why it’s still here.
On Fridays, when we babysit
(Though mostly they’re in school)
I do a bit of straightening,
But just in minuscule.
For I like when the dollhouse
Has its furniture all neat
And every little figure’s
In a bed, a crib or seat.
I rarely find it that way
And the dolls might be misplaced
But I make it look the way
My childhood self would have embraced.
The truth about children,
They’re tiny sparks that glow in the dark,
They're embers that warm the space,
They're treasures on an abandoned island,
They're vessels of a worthy cause,
They add colours to a gloomy day,
Their silly acts cast a shadow on a bright day,
Reassembling my childhood,
Fixing the lost pieces,
Straightening the contoured lines,
Bringing back childhood memories,
Admonishing, instructing and teaching,
Letting them know,
First, friends are sculptors and masons,
Secondly, they’re painters and carpenters,
What view of you do they have in mind?
What substance do they
intend to make of you?
These speak volumes of their craftsmanship,
These tell of the motive behind their labours.
April 20, 2022.
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