Splitting
Nothing is
A task for
A word
To make sense
Of it all..
More words
Assist on a
Task without end..
I'm a masterpiece forged by God
likened to His Son the Christ
molded and enfolded to permeate Him
In every aspect of my life
and as a creation of God
of Him I simply ask
allow me to recognize my purpose
equip me for the task
now ready to do good works
which for me You've ordained
now God powered, God planned
and godly proclaimed
and as a creation of God
of Him I simply ask
allow me to recognize my purpose
equip me for the task
Your salvation has delivered me
by Your grace, I've been transformed
equipped for the task that You've prepared
for me to perform
wonderfully made
by Your mighty hands
ready for my mission
on Your word I now stand
and as a creation of God
of Him I simply ask
allow me to recognize my purpose
equip me for the task
God powered, God planned
and godly proclaimed
equipped for the task
which for me You've ordained
and as a creation of God
of Him I simply ask
Lord help me recognize my life's purpose
And please equip me for the task
baby angel boy had one task today
He had to choose his parents or heaven-stay
He watched the potential couples all day long
none seemed perfectly right, they all seemed wrong
Then he saw a child who needed a brother.
He prayed for a baby boy, with his grandmother.
Baby angel boy told the angels he had chosen and felt wise.
When this couple found out, it was an enormous surprise.
They had been told they could not have another child.
But God is good, and prayers are answered whether tame or wild.
None of us are worthy of who we think we need to be, in that daunting moment
But all of us are capable of what we need to be, if we but rise to the occasion
When we first confront that rise which cowers inside us is when we rise to overcome
And, only when we overcome the temptation to hide behind that rising mountain of concern
Can we see beyond the crest of our uncertainty, and see ourselves on the other side
Safely or not, but having taken the side of what we can do, what we should do, and what will will do
in response to contest prompt: In 25 words or fewer describe how difficult it is to write a response/poem in 25 words or fewer.
…it’s like stuffing a circus into a teacup
Task This.
Gimmicky:
Painted Ponies...
Pi.
-Gray Squirrel
06-04-2026
Dedicated to the task at hand
Why make life complex
Don’t think twice; just do things right
Awaken refreshed after sleeping at night
A flame mounts high and bright,
A frightful dance it carves,
The dry woods starts to blaze,
A warmth against the cold,
My worn-out spirit glows.
Rain pours in a quick rush
Over stones, worn and grey,
It reflects the heavens
Washing off dust and pain
At close of a long day.
The flame cools down gently,
A dark and fading sweep,
The sizzle turns to steam,
The embers yearn to nap,
The heat within me wanes.
Fire spans the forest ground
Leaving ash, a grey dust,
Water seeks lowest spots,
Fulfilling divine trust
In every single flow.
Fire that consumes the trees,
Rain that fosters the hill,
Two opposing powers,
But meant with time to meet
To accomplish their tasks.
The spirit wants the fire
To burn away distress,
The soul yearns for water
To make the vision clear,
Each performing its role.
In truth, they don`t die out,
Each in part re-joins earth,
The embers mix with soil
That gives birth to new life,
An eternal cycle.
Rivers kiss the ocean
At end of their journey
To vaporise in air
And pour as rain again,
Nature`s endless circle.
The lonely quest for perpetual light,
The lonely journey away from the encroaching night,
The diligent search for a blooming meadow,
A place free from shadow.
The mind is a maze;
Some thoughts are hard to erase.
Sometimes it’s a turbulent sea within,
Encroaching upon what reaches out from without.
The lonely search for truth,
A pathway to the fountain of youth,
A guide to fields of flowers—
Truth brings forth the showers.
The mind is a vast field;
Its expanse aids in its yield.
There are always guests standing at its door;
It welcomes them in and seeks more.
February 27, 2026.
Who truly knows, the heart of God I ask,
for in knowing so, you took on quite a task.
All the things that’s been spoken, discerning the truth, from a lie,
to know what brings forth life, or causes us to die.
To live in this world, knowing Him, you see,
who are the children of God, who could they truly be.
The one’s who truly know God, took on the greatest task,
the most simplest, powerful questions, one could ever ask.
And God just wants us to know, just who we really be,
after all, we were created in His likeness, you see.
Those who will truly seek Him, He will found,
as they base their lives, upon that solid ground!
They will go through the battles, with a different sight,
knowing that inside them, is a spiritual fight.
They put their trust in Him daily, as they seek His face,
filled with tender mercy, walking in His Grace.
Death a solemn promise
is a thief in the night
who with no sign of remorse
steals all the light
or by day does away
with the warmth of the sun
where once we were many
then there were none
arriving unasked take it to task
and your fate into account
fight for the right to live a little longer
make the amount of every breath count
TO THE TASK AHEAD FOR OUR WRITERS
No one can write our story but us;
His story merely footnotes us:-
In the culture of the penned word,
We must personally ink ourstory;
Footnoting history’s keloid pains:-
In doing so, the rules must be ours
As opposed to those of anglophobia:-
In our midst, do we not have
Our own Prophets, Scribes, and Seers?
Do we not have our own worthy Griots?
Let us not write for their critics, but for ourselves,
Demonstrating mastery of the enforced language
Through which we must uniquely cipher flowing lines;
Deciphering coded lies from undeniable living truths:-
Can an indigenous fruit be a “native” of one that’s not?
(To the tune of “Jingle Bells”)
Dashing through my tasks,
In a cubicle so tight,
I hear the coffee slosh,
Another deadline fight.
Bells from emails ring,
I can’t ignore the sound,
Oh, what fun it is to sprint
Through tasks that come around!
(Chorus)
Single spells, single spells,
Typing all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to pray
For lunch to save the day—HEY!
Single spells, single spells,
Bosses want it fast,
Why did I say I’d stay this late?
This day will never pass!
A week ago today,
I thought I had it done,
But then the boss exclaimed,
“Redo it, just for fun!”
I clenched my teeth and smiled,
(That’s what professionals do),
Then daydreamed of my holiday
And flights to Timbuktu!
(Chorus)
Single spells, single spells,
Typing all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to pray
For lunch to save the day—HEY!
Single spells, single spells,
Deadlines never end,
Guess I’ll sing this little song
Until my sanity bends!
The Day is not done.
We have a lot of work still left to do.
Grab another breath and I will show you what to do.
Don’t raise your arms and fly away.
There is more left to finish the day.
We always work together side by side.
Even when it means we make the path real wide.
My archangel please tell me it's not so.
I'm so happy here I don’t want to go.
Just one more hour until it turns to night.
With you by me I will never give up the fight.
I promise when you fly me home I will hold you tight.
Thankyou for the day to get this task done right.
When you lay me down to sleep at night.
I will wake again to continue the fight.
I'm wasting words and wasting time
Trying to explain this heart of mine
No easy task to understand
So take my word and take my hand
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