There is a monster in my bed and I let him in. I supplied the pillow to rest. His quiet wickedness I don't address. As he fondles my body while I lay still undressed. I don’t reciprocate his love or affection and he won’t allow me to stop it or reject it. That must be his thrill. Just begging for me to pet it. Like a dog. I like dogs. They don’t force me to love them. They just are. He has a darkness beneath the face, beyond the freckles and scars. He stays inside until he thinks you bought the bit that he is a chivalrous guy, but he has secrets to hide. As sweet and willing as he seems he is holding two sharp blades to your carotid artery. In plain sight but you choose not to see. You let the darkness in because a part of you believes you too are a dark fruit fallen from the forbidden tree. Another lying message you allowed your brain to receive. You are more than an object of affection, you are deserving. Sometimes we have to burn it all down to start anew. A cleansing of the medial prefrontal cortex erasing desires previously initiated for a few as I currently have a monster in my bed and I am the one who invited him in.
1. The Scriptures shine, God-breathed and pure,
2. One triune God, eternal and sure.
3. The Father reigns, Creator above,
4. The Son, our Savior, full of grace and love.
5. The Spirit proceeds, giving life and light,
6. Humankind fallen, lost from God’s sight.
7. Salvation is grace, through faith alone,
8. Faith, Spirit-given, makes Christ our own.
9. Children of God, by blood justified,
10. Baptism and Supper, Christ’s love supplied.
11. The Church, His body, with Christ as the head,
12. Awaiting His coming, just as He said.
13. Resurrection awaits—joy or judgment ahead.
© 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto
Happy Days
Each is given breath,
above soil, toil and glory,
mouths expel a tirade,
behind a masquerade.
Each born pure in heart,
soon shattered; broken
jagged pieces maybe scattered.
Each feels the beats hidden deep inside.
It struggles to love, but rages!
against tears cried, each supplied
with both organs, and need,
exhausted moment, emitting seed.
Each with eyes, unable to detect lies,
a tongue its whip sting, able to chastise,
each is not supplied in rubies and gold,
a fool realises, in late life now is to olde.
Each foot step trudge,
to the hole in soil;
hazily remembers the glory,
not the toil. Happy days indeed !
The egg said to the bacon
“What is wrong with you?”
“You arrive with such a fuss and a splatter”
“All the eggs are wondering just what could be the matter?”
The Bacon replied with a sigh
“What is wrong with you?
“You lie there, serenely, with no fuss nor hint of a splatter”
“All the bacon is confused about why nothing matters.”
The egg supplied this retort
“I don’t see the problem.”
“Why can’t we just lie here with grace?”
“And accept the inevitability that we all must face”
The bacon responded, quite annoyed
“Right there. That’s the problem.”
“Why would you accept your demise with grace?”
“And miss an opportunity staring you right in the face”
The egg, getting hot with wonderment, stated
“I’m still not convinced”.
“I fail to see the point of the fuss and the splatter.”
“None of this can save me. None of it matters.”
” The bacon, heating up with resolution, countered
“Mr. Egg, be convinced!”
“There is a warning attached to the fuss and the splatter.
“If it saves one strip of bacon, then it matters”
Wiping own tears who made me smile were you,
Who never let my sorrows pile were you.
In a house haunting where I lived alone,
Who even made loneliness smile were you.
Few bother broods like me in busy world,
To my life’s lamp who supplied oil were you.
I recall playing as children long back,
One that let me win with a guile were you.
And to untidy and dishevelled me,
Tutoring long who gave some style were you.
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Ghazal |05.03.2025| remember, love
God, the Father, had a plan all along,
from creation to the virgin birth.
Jesus, the Son, agreed to right the wrong
that Adam and Eve started on earth.
Human Jesus came down to bridge the gap
that separates man from his Maker.
Obedience, the first plank on His lap
to a sin-ridden earth as Caretaker.
Knowing God's plan was for Him to die,
He showed the world that He is the Way.
Only thru Jesus can we span heaven's sky
with payment for sin on that great judgment day.
Forgiveness, the last plank, Jesus supplied
with His blood offered freely on the cross.
These two planks of wood form the way whereby
but the rest of the wood - would be our choice.
Would we accept and believe His offer?
Would we confess sin to gain right of passage?
Would we believe Jesus our eternal Savior?
Would we by "doing good" cross over on His bridge?
Merlin's wand brushes the sky,
As the sun rises with a groan.
The caw of crows are harbingers
Of brightening days tomorrow.
Full rightly is the special one
Seated upon the Stone of Scone.
Prayers bring full circle ancestors,
Whose Book of Charms they borrow.
In four more days is Christmas Tide.
Here Nature waits.
The tree alive.
These words are shunned
By Rome's contrive.
This good day gives each a gift
To the person by his side.
Sealed now with song of return,
May Earth, in wealth, be well-supplied.
In four more days is Christmas Tide.
November 11 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on John 19-21
Key Verse – John 19:11 Jesus answered, Thou couldest have no power at all against me, except it were given thee from above…
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HE IS POWERFUL
Praise be to God for He is powerful, upholding us
through His power in our:
Steadfast salvation
Settled stewardship
Supplied satisfaction
Secured sanctification
Successful servanthood
John 20:19-21 Praise be to the Lord for granting us peace:
Always by His affectionate assertion
Abundantly through His affluence
Affirmatively with His appraisal
Absolutely along His attribute
Assuredly amidst His approval
John 21:17 Praise be to the Saviour for
enabling us to love Him according to His:
Truth against fear
Triumph with faith
Testimonies of fortitude
Trustworthiness and faithfulness
Teachings upon His tested foundation. Amen!
November 11, 2024
My world changed so fast
that it caught me off guard.
I never thought I would see,
the hate and pervasive bigotry
that exists in the world today.
And then, the internet came along
and shrunk the world to fit in your phone;
opening doors that were once closed.
But, at the same time
supplied every kook, grifter, charlatan, and conspirator
festering on the fringes of society, a bully pulpit;
to cater to a select audience of like-minded trolls.
Corruption, fear-mongering, peddling lies
and alternative truths,
are entrenched in our government,
entertainment, and news.
World War Three, which was once unthinkable,
is gaining favorability with the masses;
fueled by cultist propaganda and doomsday bravado
that spreads like a virus on social media platforms.
We are polluting the land, poisoning the oceans,
and brainwashing the minds of our youth;
without any regard for the truth.
I remember a time when people didn't lock their doors:
neighbors greeted one another with smiles and waves.
But today, I fear that we've been caught in the worldwide web
of a technological spider's electronic threads,
and sooner or later, we will be eaten.
More rural space becomes an urban scar
As man’s machines arrive and start to scrape
Through living loam down to the dead grey clay.
Hedges ripped out and carted off to tip,
Trashing nests and burrows right from the start.
The babbling brook that supplied the small pond
Is piped to concrete culvert underground
Destroying one more vital habitat.
Now soon we see lots of luxury homes.
Synthetic stone and bright white PVC
With neat lawns made of bright green plastic grass
Ready to place a puerile plastic gnome.
No longer do we see dark sky at night,
The Milky Way being masked by amber glow.
With space to spare commercial buildings come.
More rural space becomes an urban scar.
I have an appointment
To have a tooth yanked.
This lists pretty high
On the fears I have ranked.
So, natch, I am nervous
And needed a laugh,
Which has been supplied
By my better-ish half.
He told me – “Relax!”
As I work on my rhyme;
“You don’t have to leave yet
For tooth-hurty’s the time!”
Cannot sense the time
There's no need to report
And nothing's left to find
For the days are now too short
No one did remain
To see the final act
The author went insane
When his Face book page was hacked
Curtains have come down
No encore has been called
No refunds will be found
Since the ticket sales had stalled
Actresses have cried
They're quickly unemployed
No sympathies supplied
For the careers destroyed
Doors have been boarded
The streets are empty now
Old flyers are hoarded
Though not worth much anymore
History will fade
From this old part of the town
Mem'ries been waylaid
Since Broadway had been shut down
Crowdy street at cloudy day
Smiling solitudes in motion
Can’t discern a word they say
It’s the roar of the ocean
Waves and splashes that repeat
Their eternal symphony
Mute the sounds of the street
Where I’m happening to be
Someone’s left a printed text
On the bench, in this wet weather
I can’t tell what’s coming next
Sheets are damp, they stuck together
Saddest clowns steal my time
Why that famous bell can’t toll
I would love to hear its chime
Just before I get too old
I won’t get asleep again
When its time to say my part
Never cared about the rain
All my words I know by heart
It can be another version
Just a bit supplied redaction
But I guarantee the ocean
And some solitudes in action.
Your voice is soft like summer rain,
How it takes away my pain.
Your gentle heart beats a melody,
It sings when you’re next to me.
I’ve never known someone so grand,
Yet here we sit hand in hand.
It must have been our destiny,
I found you, and you found me.
For all the searching I have done,
In the darkness, you’re my sun.
I have laughed, danced, and cried
My heart is full of love supplied.
The Innocent Ones
They can do no wrong,
born in this era.
They are the innocent ones,
your child, mine.
They are here,
their future is born.
We supplied the ladder.
The world, they'll make better.
Take it step by step-
raise their minds to
lessen their quick actions.
They are born,
many from wedlock,
many have only one.
This is their future.
The innocent ones.
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