Love paints graffiti on butterflies,
With neon sighs and gilded lies;
It overflows what once sufficed,
Turning sweet and nice to sugared spice.
It hangs bright lanterns on the breeze,
Carves secret hearts on trunks of trees;
Holding hands, a kiss, a hug just right,
Soon stretches longing far beyond delight.
Now every kiss leaves colors smeared
On fragile wings too richly veneered;
For love that adorns with wild excess
May leave love lost, to more or less.
Love paints
graffiti on butterflies
leaves, more or less,
to excess -
beyond the want,
left to be filled
sometime.
success is stair-shaped ...
starting with baby steps ...
striding for childhood surety ...
selflessly sharing along maturity-seal ...
settled midst satisfied old age serenity ...
soaring toward gratitude-bliss' shine ...
sufficed along God-blest sustenance!!!
In this starry, cold Night
My black Candle Burns.
I gaze into the Flame to see You
I touch the Fire to reach your Heart.
A Spark starts to Flicker,
And expands into Infinity.
I Now meet you in the Dark Unknown,
And smell your mystic scent,
To read your ancient soul.
Through Aeons we have wandered,
Occasionally our paths have crossed.
In Different Roles and Different Places,
We have lifted each other's veils.
Only some mere seconds,
Sufficed to see eternity in each other's Eyes.
The Ultimate Everlasting Being,
Recognized through Magic of the Two.
THE TRUE MEASURE OF PURITY CAPTURED BY THE BIRTH OF HIM I AM TOTALLY REMINDED OF FRAUENKIRCHE OUR LADY COVERED WITH ONLY FAITH THE PURITY OF MOTHER AWAITING THIS GLOURIOUS ENDEAVOR EXPERIENCED ONLY ONCE BY ONE HUMAN BEING SENDING OUT THE SHEER NOTION THAT ONE COULD ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT FAITH IS THE ONLY GARMENTS TO WEAR CLUTCHING THE EARTH AS IT RUMBLES WATCHING THE SKY CRY OVER THE MOUNTAINS OF FROZEN TEARS GLISTENING THROUGHOUT THE HEAVENS MY PEACE ZONE WHERE MY SPIRIT SITS WITH MY BACK TO THE TEUSFELSTRIT THE FOOT IMPRINT OF SATAN LEFT BEHIND WHEN HE STOMPED HIS FOOT ENRAGED AT THE ARCHITECT HE TRIED TO TRICK HIM TO LEAVE THE CHURCH WINDOWS OPEN FOR HIM TO DEVOUR SOULS INSIDE THE CHURCH FAITH SUFFICED THE ARCHITECT BUILT COLUMNS AND ACTUALLY BLOCKED SATANS TRICKERY IN MOTHER MARYS LOVING ARMS THE SACRED HEART OF MARY
Double date; in a car’s back seat
could he hear my heart wildly beat?
Love songs played on the radio.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.
That long first kiss had been so great
I couldn’t wait for our next date.
I daydreamed of how things might go.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.
Once more he held me in his arms.
“Son of a Preacher Man” had charms,
like in that old song I loved so.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.
Of course he could not take things far
with me, the teen girl in that car.
Full bliss with him I’d never know.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.
He was a guy with need for more.
I became a girl to ignore.
Kisses had sufficed for me though.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.
St. Patrick was a slave.
He escaped and then forgave.
He brought Christ’s holy word
To those who had not heard.
They had been his captors.
He saved them from terrors.
With shamrock plant in hand
He helped them understand
That God was very grand.
God is a Trinity
In His divinity.
God is filled full of love
For those born from above.
This thrilled the Irish so.
They were happy to know
No more fear in the night
That them a god might smite.
They embraced Jesus Christ
And found that He sufficed.
That is why to this day
We hold St. Patrick's Day.
I used to run in lines
Straight and sharp
Never veering
Til I met desire
In secret, she led me
Down paths of pleasure
Just out of reach
The fire thickened
and finally.......ROARED!!!
Freedom, at last
I scribbled for the first time
Playing without an image
Skipping to the beat of MY drum
Swinging as high as the sky
Til reality brought me to earth
And I planted my feet
In quicksand
and finally......settled
Every escape brought bars
New and unfamiliar
Seasons of unknown shelter
Smothered hope of roses
Dandelions sufficed
As the wind whipped and whirled
Leaving my withered soul
With a stem
and finally......LOVE wins
Waving goodbye to Lemir
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-02-2024
For all the times I snapped at you
When I could have spoken more gently,
Or a whisper would have sufficed
To send the message across;
When I grew impatient, and my irritation
Showed through and through;
When I was not careful with words,
Or when I uttered more than necessary;
When my words flew like daggers
Instead of perfuming the air around us--like flowers;
When I was blinded by passion
To correct you, but in doing so
I failed to correct myself--
Forgive me.
October 4, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
“looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn”
- by Unseeking Seeker
Weak as a straw of grain
Easily bent by wind and rain
Flown by spiritual life’s negligence
I’ve awoken, I was no longer content.
I’ve felt life’s spiritual insufficiency
As I’d less time for my Father Almighty
While material things rose and sufficed
I’ve void and spiritual thirst inside.
Consumed by strains of toil
Was derailed facing life turmoil
As deep regrets and shyness overwhelmed
I asked Holy Spirit’s guidance and strength.
As I asked God’s forgiveness
I’ve felt His love and faithfulness
His mercy rekindles me with wisdom
To bear Holy Spirit’s fruits glorifying His kingdom.
God gave me blessed assurance
In the future, old age is not a hindrance
I’ll still be worthy as His humble servant
Proclaiming His words until He comes.
September 11 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 40-42
Key Verse – Ezekiel 40:1…In the selfsame day the hand of the LORD was upon me, and brought me thither.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS HAND THAT IS UPON US
Praise be to God for His hand that is upon us:
Bringing us His blessings
Building us upon His bracing
Binding us around His business
Beautifying us by His Bible brand
Blocking us against brave boastfulness
Ezekiel 41:22 Praise be to the Lord for His table:
Set for our satisfaction
Sufficed with His supply
Settled upon study of Scriptures
Styled toward steadfast supplication
Shown as standard for our strength sturdiness
Ezekiel 42:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
teaching us to approach Him with:
Holy trust
Hopeful triumph
Humble thoughts
Heavenly testimony
Hearty happy hallelujah. Amen!
September 11, 2024
Today before the daylight is done for the day
My aspiration will reach my abode of longing, this may–
For once, this time
All the blossoming buds in flora and fauna, springtime zeal
Traveler there to get those together, we two shall prevail
Underneath your lushing green, spring shall be along, periodic
Among these, only one, I, aspire in thy, spared for me.
The daylight sank for long, for so long, in vain
Oblivious, I, was tossing in parables, then
A sudden gaze, your wandering eyes
Daylight dimmed as twilight hue sufficed
There is not much time left in my hand.
And so, I was counting them, one by one, likewise a meager mind
Uncomfortable, uneasy are all these springtime musing clues, to reprimand.
Home (Tagore song)
Verses (Purawi/The last spring)
9:30 AM
8-25-2024
Kenya changes forever
Not in transition but out of pressure
Built and passed on through the bloodline
Until it sufficed to stiffen a generation’s spine
The gloaters are deflated of their dares
And will never again conceal the affairs
For they tried on us the bait and hook
But now all shall be an open book
But we must endeavor to be civil
Keep our tongues and hands from evil
No rage warrants taunting your elder
No reason rhymes with ousting order
Pay your honor to whom it is due
And in days to come it will be paid you
Strive to sidestep curse and to clinch blessing
In light of all offense most hard pressing
The passage of time will usher you out of youth
Bear with you always righteousness and truth
Guard your hearts with all diligence
Choose your demeanor without negligence
Be honest and clear cut
And let not the land revert to the rut
Place not aside your God in your fights
For it is He who crowns with privilege your rights
K. Muitherero
Many a time, I woke up in mornings
That took me home even before brushing my teeth
I feel that my supplication last night was not an utter failure
And yet, that was not fully granted too!
And all I remember is the morning tea, with optimum milk and sugar
That never is a total perfection!
And the prisoner will be asked about the death wish
To surmise, the answer will be, “I yearn for relishing mangoes.”
“The mangoes would be available in the local fresh farm, after six months.”
They said.
The prisoner sufficed, “I do not mind waiting a bit more!.”
Last year, I and other family members took supplies
to assist an area devasted by a tornado. There stood
two large vehicles; one was from the Red Cross and
the other from the Samaritan Purse.
In the middle of all the destruction stood a
church facility serving as distribution center.
For me, there was no doubt as to why that Christian
facility was still standing. One word sufficed: God.
Why don't storms continue their devastation?
Why do they bother to cease and desist?
Why do ocean waves usually cease at the shore?
Why isn't there multiple volcanoes all at once?
Why has mankind not self-destructed? God.
Why does knowledge come gradually over time?
Why are so few people ahead of their time?
It's not a mystery that you and I are not in control.
Why is the earth the only planet known to have
Air, wind, water, trees, wild vegetation, etc.? God.
Being at the helm does not mean I determine my destiny.
There's so much more to follow that we've never seen.
051724PS
Structures crumbling under the weight of
the decisions made in haste
Beneath the rubble lies all the reasons it was
all laid to waste
The signs were seen but disregarded as mere
means to an end
The golden mean would've sufficed but extremes
prevailed once again
Lack of faith in what is seen lead to harder lessons
learned
Some fight hard for their destruction so their path
is truly earned
You can preach until the cows come home but many
won't give a second listen
I guess the slaughter is more enticing to their
inhumane animalism
We're cannibalistic in a sense with the way we come
for each other
We've been deceived to come against & to fight
one another
Everyone loses at the end of days if we're overcome
by the night
We're in the midst of the battle of all battles with
those that wish to force a fight
They say that all is fair in love & war and that
purple hearts are a blessing
All I see are the wounds that decorate us while we
endure convalescence
Open your eyes unto the message before you take
further steps
I implore you to be righteous in your ways so that
you avoid oversteps
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