Do you feel it in your spirit?
Whether it’s a gift
an answer to a prayer
or something that only you would know
and God
He is the creator and the fulfiller
All in one
Whatever you need
He is right there
Make a request
Do supplication
Make your wishes known to God
Do you think He already knows it?
Why do You think He wants you to bring it to Him?
To test that you really want it
And it is not something that you just think it
Make your supplications known to Him
Okay?
Did the Bible say that?
Philippians 4:6 (KJV)
“… in everything by prayer and supplication
with thanksgiving
let your requests be made known unto God”
So you see it’s not only me who said that
But God too
thousand years ago
Has it been that long?
Seems like yesterday
Yeah you just read it
Anyhow
Do you believe God answers prayers?
That is for me to know
And for you to find out hehe
Or did you know already?
Written: July 30th, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Seth Pina
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Your very skeleton
is not spun from cotton and polyester.
No, it is not carved from wood,
nor forged from metal or steel.
Its substance is—nerve endings,
tissue, and blood—
circulatory systems,
bound,
but not from woven fabric.
A lethal lotus languishes,
lamenting in its limbo,
crouched on bended knee.
A curved carcass, prostrate
beneath time’s passing wheel.
Its chalk-white bones
measure the slow decay,
where darkness lingers
in the hollow space within.
Cyborg of a cyber-skeleton.
Coiled with a steel-stitch
sprocket of subjugation.
Its spinal cord, bound in circuitry,
hums with sorrow.
A crestfallen cranium,
a heavy, hollowed
moon-orb weighed down
by the gravity of grief
in synthesized solitude.
Amidst this woeful wheel,
supplications of skinless steel
fuse forgotten fragility and fortitude
into a fatalistic future.
For you were neither tool nor tree,
but a tight-furled tapestry of flesh—
a weeping engine, bound in bone,
where the wild pulse fights the gear,
and slowly fades to rust.
My heart* is a secret orchard
welcoming the entrance of the divine Gardener
Whose tending grace cheers flowers of prayer delight
as He hears supplications that faith-filled white roses shout
along the plight of chrysanthemums and daisies for nourishment-radiance.
In my heart's garden thrive vines that strive to reach the top
vibrantly inviting sovereign sun-rays for illumination-triumph
with wise enlightenment for counsel against towering arrogance
while lingering in the warm presence of the Creator Who inspires
always checking selfish motives and directing victory toward His exaltation.
Opening my heart's blessed garden
is the perfect Tiller, supplying it constantly
with goodness-buds midst serenity blossoms
against attacking pests of dearth and weeds of fruitlessness
replenishing with blessing toward abundant harvests to share His love and kindness.
*Psalm 44:21 Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.
April 27, 2026
Edited on May 20, 2026
2nd place, "My heart is a secret garden" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 5/21/2026
Based on Psalms 6 and 51
Examine my heart, o Lord
For Thou know the secrets of my heart,
And rebuke me not in Thine anger
As I sinned against Thee and my neighbour.
I pray for Thy boundless mercy,
Because of my afflicted soul
My body might be clean
But my heart stains with my iniquities still.
I am overwhelmed with grief and sorrow,
As my tears have flooded my bed
My loved ones and friends stand aloof from my plague
And my foes has seen me crushed still.
O Lord, my God, hear my grieving cry
Hear my supplications to Thee
Forsake me not, my Heavenly Father
Examine and heal my heart, o Lord.
Give unto us, a home that puts God first
To conquer every satanic devilish thirst
Cum subsequent tempted thrill reversed
Giving another try to get heart's conviction coerced
Give unto us, a home fervently strong in prayer
Which would beforehand averts despair
And cement hope grace truly ensnare
With everlasting merciful covenant's flare
Give unto us, a home richly blessed
With housing large enough to have guest
Which glorifies God's name to manifest
What our daily supplications; God bequest
Give unto us, a home where love rules
That not one but both are useful tools
Of efforts to adjust necessary schedules
Creating time for each other unlike fools
Give unto us, a home that nurtures children's sights
Aright in Your directives both in days and nights
That Your wills be their surging appetites
Of Your words as guides in earthly frights
Why does doom feel so familiar
While happiness seems so far away?
How many times have you heard the supplications
Asking for help, or
Begging for mercy, from our suffering.
In this god-forsaken place,
Where we have been placed, to test our tenacity.
Here in this tent city, surrounded by the sounds of industry,
Talking to strangers, about predestined arrangements
Watching the birds fly and the bugs crawl beneath the canopy
In a seemingly parallel reality, I’ve come to suffer separation
From this place we call civilization, the noise of today
Is but tomorrow’s memory, wanting to steal my spirit away.
Just leave me be. Forget about me. Mind your own business.
Leave me out of the fray. I never asked it to be this way.
Criss-crossed with trespass, egregious behavior
Upon someone else’s path, invasive presence, vainglorious -
Self-interest that clashes with everything including itself.
Vibrating like a hive of invasive species
Eating away at the fabric of our being.
Loud, obnoxious, rude, concoctions, diseases for the masses
Please take me away from this insanity. Again,
I pray. ~psp
dr. (pi)
.
When first we met, love at first sight
I thought of you as nothing more
Than someone I could hold at night
To love, to cherish evermore.
But as affections, like rivers, flowed
And deepened with each passing moment
I found in you not just a hand to hold
But a place of peace where I could hide.
You are my paradise of peace
The answer to my whispered prayers
The fruit of fasting, quiet supplications
And those moments of reverence.
Now, what is left for me to do
But devote my life to worship you
My peace paradise.
etched …
into flesh …
into the warm muscle of my being
your colors … stained me …
each a story
each a passionate moment of unusual depth
from the reds of your hot blood,
coursing me
the warm ochers - your joyous spirit
cool sapphires, your eerie ire
sadness and hurt, the slates and grays
envious emeralds, (brief)
dazzled white brilliance, your smile
and the utter inky black of your quiet rage
a color that devoured all others -
that devoured me
choking
gasping for your grace
(always granted) …
you are the ink
and I am your integument
you have written your sins and supplications
upon me …
the stories they tell,
indelible and intransigent …
a bit of pain and bleeding with
each glyph and letter
wiped smooth by the sweet, soft
soothing of your spirit …
I am your carnal canvas -
your searing brand
immutable and love-deep
I am your …
tattoo.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 13, 2024
July 17 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 16-18
Key Verse – Proverbs 16:3 Commit thy works unto the LORD, and thy thoughts shall be established.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ESTABLISHING US
Praise be to God for establishing us
while we commit our works unto Him:
Delighting in His Word of distinct worth
Desiring His wants by His driving warnings
Deciding by His wisdom against deceitful world
Doing His will along His dependable watchfulness
Declaring His ways midst His deliverance so wondrous
Proverbs 17:3 Praise be to the Lord for
trying our hearts midst our:
Sacrifices, strengthening our faith
Sorrows, settling us upon His fortress
Stresses, supplying us His serenity-fortitude
Sufferings, securing us though we can’t fathom
Supplications, supporting us by His faithfulness-fervency
Proverbs 18:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
His name that is a strong tower:
Preserving our purity
Protecting us with His peacefulness
Propelling our praise-poised participation
Propping our prayerfulness through His power
Perfecting our personhood against perversion-pain. Amen!
July 17, 2024
June 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 7-9
Key Verse – Job 7:17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO SETS HIS HEART UPON US
Praise be to God for setting His heart upon us with His:
Absolute pardon for our sins
Abundant provisions with His supply
Assured preservation midst His salvation
Affirmative promises toward our satisfaction
Assertive power for our supplications along His sustenance
Job 8:5 Praise be to the Lord for inviting us to seek Him while we:
Bow to Him with our praises, blest
Boast about His providence, always best
Bask in His perfection by His performance-brand
Bend before His presence, praying based on the Bible
Brace our backbone’s buttress upon His building-up Book
Job 9:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
withdrawing His anger against us:
Calming us from our fears
Charging our faith’s fortitude
Comforting us by His forgiveness
Compassionately calling us to face His fixing
Challenging us to find ourselves in His faithfulness. Amen!
June 1, 2024
May 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Esther 1-3
Key Verse – Esther 1:4 When he shewed the riches of his glorious kingdom and the honour of his excellent majesty many days, even an hundred and fourscore days.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO IS SOVEREIGN
OVER ANY HUMAN RULER OF GLORIOUS KINGDOM
Praise be to God Who is sovereign over any human ruler
of glorious kingdom since He alone can:
Redeem souls eternally
Rejuvenate service earnestly
Refresh spirituality enthusiastically
Replenish sustenance everyday
Respond to supplications eagerly
Esther 2:3 Praise be to the Lord
for purifying us while we are:
Fighting for His godly cause
Following His governing call
Fulfilling His great charges
Focusing on His guiding commands
Feasting in His gracious compassion
Esther 3:1 Praise be to the Saviour
for promoting us toward:
Perfection of our behaviour
Protection along His Bible-brace
Praise for His blessings
Power in building-up
Presentation of our best. Amen!
May 27, 2024
Pilgrim Transported to A Sacred Space
Weary And Torn but not Folorn
To Implore of the Goddess Face to Face
A Quiet Place, Comforted In Her Embrace, Her Grace,
The Liminal Space, Void of Facades Where Humble Prayers Prevailing
Desire is A Watery Vessel With Hopeful Supplications
Laminated, Hoisted For Vigilant Sailing
Sailing, Navigating Her Crystal Fountain
Bearing Through Currents, Swelling, Expanding
Realining, Refining Brass Rusted by The Salted Sea
Sheltered By The Stormy Blast, Her Tender Care Bestowed
Stilled In Ordered Chaos From Her Comforts Flow
Sufficient Is Her Bosom, Hail The Watery Throne
Sheltered From Boisterous Waves, Fears Vanquished, Abandoned and Disowned.
Our Revolution sought limitations
On imposition of regulations,
But supplications met deprecation
And castigations not reformation.
Such condescension sparked protestation
And contemplation of separation;
This supposition stirred apprehension -
A premonition of confrontation.
But, declamations and remonstrations
Spurred agitation toward Declaration,
While provocations and deprivations
Steeled resolution for liberation.
War's prosecution, through execution,
Forged dedication for recognition;
Its culmination brought dissolution
And vindication for aspirations.
While extrication brought satisfaction
States' acclamations lacked definition.
This Federation showed imperfections;
Low validation forced redirection.
Deft composition penned Constitution;
Strong propositions scored affirmation.
Hence, generations find inspiration
And preservation their obligation.
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Tell all the people yet to come
Democracy is what we chose;
Their mission's goal: protect it from
All foreign and domestic foes.
I don't know the way to prostrate properly
I don't know how to make supplications discreetly
The droplets just drip down my cheeks
That's how this thing mercy seeks
I know my faults, so I feel guilty
But I know my Lord, He'll so benevolently
forgive my sins, if I ask regretfully
My sinful past can't hinder my path
Because my matter is already dealt with and
I don't need a man to hear or attend
It's me and my Lord, and He does listen
I wrong and wrong, repent and repent
I cry and cry, and I return again
See His forgiveness, He always forgives
And not to mention, the favours He gives
Air, water, clothes, food, and family
He has never seized, whether I am faulty
And provides all these bounties solely
This is my Lord, my God, my Allah
Nothing is comparable, He's the one and only
SUPPLICATIONS EvenSong
My Daddy does all things in all things He does
in mind petitions invocations
In my requests are all known
Beseeching vespers reaping salvations
in mind petitions invocations
Earnest are mine request Help me Daddy
Beseeching vespers reaping salvations
Thanksgiving evensong
Earnest are mine request Help me Daddy
In my requests are all known
Thanksgiving evensong
My Daddy does all things in all things He does
2/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
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