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Dearest young leaf, Why so melancholy? Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly. Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance, Of colors rich and flaky grounds, For Thou wilt weep every moment hence, While Springtime's youth still bounds. Greet Thy greenness with glee, For thy root to the Oak remains strong, Aeolus' fury on Thee has no effect till Summertime gone. So worry not of what is to come, Enjoy Thy existence, little one.
Now my tendrilled soul, Has found its pergola-- Christ-- To wind its way up....
I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun and greet you in the misty morning light I am the steady and rolling drum beat echoing from the jagged heights above I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters' and the freedom birds of love I rise above the white summer clouds in lilting songs of grace and roam with the western tail-winds to take you home again I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty of love hope and faith I have come to tell Dedicated To P.D.
As spring brings life to all that sleep Spirit, body and mind renew Joy reflects in bursts of blossoms Heralding new birth to God's creation As man and nature journey as one In a dance of celebration Hope reborn in all that live As the summer of life screeches by Visitors invited, welcome to share Love, laughter, living and dying Soon comes bittersweet joy of liberation Knocking, bearing gift of freedom As mountains rise along the way As the autumn of life drifts in The lights of my eyes will grow dim Yet the hummingbird still sings Joy of my vision, my rock Through light of day or darkest night Like a child I trust, I sleep As the winter of life arrives When my tresses turn white as snow With the sound of my voice just a whisper Though shallow breath, my prayers ascend To the joy of my salvation Just beyond invisible gates I will in quiet adoration kneel Note: Written 9/17/09 By Audrey Carey Entry for Constance La France's "Why Oh Why" Contest
Untie the knot this Christmas, Have a look inside At the gift you have been given, It may be to 'cool' to hide! Undo the layers of wrapping, Find out what's hidden there. Be careful how you open it; It says, "Handle with care." Unto you this gift is given, It's stamped 'FROM GOD ABOVE'. He sends this blessed present, With unrequisite love. Understand there is no motive. This gift is free indeed. It's given to each person, Who truly has a need. Unlock your heart this Christmas, Let peace and joy flow through. Then Christmas will be special; Especially for you!!
Birds singing in the warmth of the sun Flowers blooming means spring has sprung Your innocence of the world today May diminish some, but most will stay I hope you will always achieve With warmth in your heart, always believe Wonderful characters in fairy tales Uncontrollable joy from puppy dog tails Capture their enchantment today Hold on to their hopes in a special way Sparkles in your eyes show you perceive Their happiness and dreams, always believe Fallen leaves rustling in the breeze Gathering pinecones on your knees Enjoy nature while you can today Night is growing colder with shortness of the day The snowflakes will drift on to your sleeve With the magic of winter, always believe With an open heart, may you also receive Belief in yourself, always believe
If we read the gospel well, We notice no one rang a bell, To announce the saviour'd come, And then when we learn of his mum, There's no mention of her donkey ride, Or of the animals inside, The stable were the child slept, It does not tell us if he wept, And of the weather? Did it snow? Well we simply do not know, It rarely snows in the West Bank, Would be unlikely, to be frank, And was Jesus born at night? Did they at least get that part right? Well it simply does not say, It mentions not the time of day, And that's not all, not by far, Shepherds saw Angels, Not a star, It doesn't say they gave a sheep, (They were poor and lambs weren't cheap!) The Bible tells us many things, But did not call the wise men Kings, It doesn't even call them men, It only calls them magi then, It says nowhere they numbered three, Or if from the Orient they'd be, It does say that our Lord arrived, Lived a good life, was crucified, Just to take away our sin, So heaven will allow us in, And this is the truth I will defend, But just how can a footstep bend?
There are many holidays, But only one is Christmas. There are things that I don't know, But I am sure of this much: That Jesus Christ was sent from God, And we have chosen this date To observe the Savior's virgin birth-- To sing His praise, and celebrate.
The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about. They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light. They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts. They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight. The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are. They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end. They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far. They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own. The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown. The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together. They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen. They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur. They capture what is felt and heard because they're accepted as they're deemed. The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission. They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched. They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception. The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!
The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear God I do love this time of year Vibrant colors abound on the trees Gracefully falling with the breeze The workday runs from sun to sun Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done I am a lucky man to live this life Respect of my community and loving wife Sometimes in life the land yields plenty The blessings throughout the day are many As I watch the sunrise to the east It gives my soul a spiritual feast For all my friends everywhere To my Lord a silent prayer To the north her majesty appears For all to see beautiful and clear Forever snowcapped and standing tall Lady Shasta watches over all To the south another blessing to see The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery It was the Lord that gave them their birth The shortest mountain range on earth The coastal mountains to the west Offers the sun a place to rest Followed shortly for all to see The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be Then comes a moment that is hard As I head my "Cat" off to the yard My final ride of this year My face accepts a single tear My heart becomes full of sorrow I inject myself with poison tomorrow Thats the price that a junkie must pay Years after he has changed his way The reason is very clear to see I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C I can't stop the fear from flooding in What will it be like to hold a rig again Through all the loss and all the gain I reckon that moment will bring me pain But through the pain I'm able to see God has his angels covering me
You don't have to live… Like you did before! I can give you my love… And so much more! You don't have to keep on "bringing up the past…" I will give you a peace and joy that will forever last!" The chains you once had… No longer have to hold you down. I will pick you up and plant you on solid ground! You don't have to live the way that you once lived… An abundance of forgiveness and mercy is what I freely give! You no longer have to live a life that is filled with fear… I will always be your best friend. I am always here! You can come to me for a love that is worth finding… My promises are forever. You need no reminding! You can be a new creation. Old things passed away. I am that I am. And I can change your life TODAY! I am Jesus. Your provider. The all-sufficient one. My arms are wide open for you… Won't you come??? By Jim Pemberton 12/07/10
The trees of the Lord Full of sap and evergreen Planted by waters, Spreading out their roots Even when drought comes with heat, Still, will yield their fruit.
Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house, with a moonlit forest behind it. Coming out of denial is the new bird, that comes and stays a while, with that little empty house, but when winter comes, he is off on a journey from the heavens above.
Seasons come and seasons go. Life changes for better and sometimes worst. Strength comes from storms. The best is appreciated by suffering the worst. Never change as Seasons do. Follow your dreams never lose sight of you. Don't forget who you are. Don't let life's disappointments leave a scar. On your emotions and eat away at you. Until the pain is so strong it overwhelms you. Don't be blinded by dream realization. After each storm there is sunshine. And you can endure good and bad times. Never let go of your ability to reason. Perservere learn from all Seasons.
Mean spiritedness Shall not prevail this season Peace to all mankind
Soul ties are tight like crazy glue.Who could ever get through?Stuck twisted,and bonded,can't really hide it. Soul ties:listening to the continuous lies and the fake alibis underneath that dark disguise. Soul ties are so deep that they cause me to creep.Making me feel so cheap inside where the Holy Ghost can't abide.Because there is so much sin inside of me,causing my maker to turn away due to the sin I've created that burdens Him everyday. Soul ties are like cancer that will cause you not to answer the call of the parakleet. Come and be restored.Take the mindset to be free and walk into God's liberty. Soul ties can make or breaker you.A soul tie with our maker is burden-lifter and a yoke breaker;the finisher of all my fights with much delight.I don't have to fight anymore. A soul tie can make or break you .Which one will you choose?Or will you continue to abuse the soul and unite with savages that cannot make you whole? Continuing the cycles of twists and turns and down in hell where the(flesh) will burn. Soul ties:which tie will you take?Jesus is on His way.Get it right today without delay.Release the sin today so you can be on your way. Soul ties:which one will you choose?Today,again, I say Jesus is coming any day.Choose to connect with Jesus.He'll lead the way. Soul ties: which one will you choose?With Jesus you can't lose. Soul tie with Him today!
You can't mimic the resurrection With your astral projection, Self-fulfilled satisfaction, Then, wonder why there's no reaction. Pride comes before a fall, Whether you decide to answer his call. Clarity can only be found, When you choose not to be bound. The clock is ticking and it's the third day, It is time to evaluate all of your ways, Look around and smell the season, All this chaos has a reason. Blessed are those who walk the narrow And don't surrender to their pharaoh. Enlightenment only comes from truth The wise find it in their youth. Simplicity has become complicated, The paranormal is overrated. The answers are all at hand, Only the humble will understand. By: Sabina Nicole
Did The Lord Build Your House? This house of ours is "plain." But is still standing. We're "simple folks..." By many people's understanding… We may not have much of what is "socially appealing"… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be "wrapped up" in much of this world's entertainment. But we seek God's peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and "calling" in mind. To seek God's ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We're thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We're blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! "Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!" God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton
We salute every soldier who's served this great nation. And offer a heart of thanks and appreciation! We salute each member of our armed forces. And are thankful for their efforts and resources! We salute the many who protect our borders too. We'd be in trouble… If not for people like YOU! We salute every son and daughter lost in a war. YOU are what serving this country is meant for! We salute the officers who've guided our women and men. Our prayers are with you! And our love from within! We salute our veterans! Wherever they may be! Those who served on land, air and sea! Offering prayer to the Lord is our belief… That he will guide our Commander-in-Chief! As we observe Memorial Day this year… Let's offer our soldiers love, hope and cheer… May God bless them in all they endeavor And his peace be with them today and forever!! By Jim Pemberton 05/21/10
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E aster! Born of ultimate love! A Lamb, unblemished, laid down and died S ins, each one, was paid in full T ortured, disrespected, denied, betrayed E entered Hades, ripped veil, bringing prophets of old, to just reward R ose victorious, conquered death J esus Christ, joy astounding, Risen Lord! The Lion and the Lamb O ver two thousand years, though maligned, still alive! Y our hopes and mine, all rest in Him
Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world. One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends. She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn't stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud. The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall. Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell then came the ice, this went on for months. The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up . I've been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray! The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB. They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves. Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers. Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they're not white like daisies they're not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil. The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. as they were called WEEDS .. The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don't choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance. However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn't have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water . The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ? She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB
Savoir at Easter My heart beating easier He is my keeper © Sam
The Day My Uncle Died... I was thinking about the smile on my uncle's face…. This was a before he would "leave this place." I'll never forget the words shortly before he died. The more I thought about it, the more I cried. He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better." I never received another phone call or even a letter. A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral. But it was also him who received a burial. I was shocked and amazed as to what happened. The events took place. There was no way I could "stop them." Memories I had were from many years ago. I often think about him. And I do miss him so! I suppose many don't take the time to realize... How quickly life passes... Then someone dies. Perhaps there's someone in your life you can think of… There's been a situation that you're embarrassed to "speak of/" A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken. And soon your relationship has been "broken." This may be a good time with this person to spend. Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend." Everyone is important to God who reigns above. We need to be filled with his mercy and love. The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear... The days are short... Our journey's end is so near! May God speak to our heart and help us to see... Where will you and I be spending our eternity??? By Jim Pemberton
"There is a time for each season… To everything made… There is a divine reason. A time for purpose under the heavens above… A time for meaning from a God of love. A time to be born. A time to die… A time to farm the ground under the beautiful sky. A time to kill. A time to heal... A time to tear down and to build up with a passion and zeal A time for weeping. A time for laughing… A time to mourn. A time for dancing. A time to keep... A time to throw away. A time to tear. A time to make amends today. A time to get. A time for losing… A time to keep. And to give away at our choosing. A time for silence. A time to speak… A time for each hour and day of the week. A time for love. A time for hate… A time for war. A time for peace at your gate. How will you spend the time God has given to you? What is your choice? What will you do??? May this be a time living in God's purpose and design. He created you and made everything beautiful in his time! By Jim Pemberton 05/22/10 Read Eccl. 3:1-11
I'm 51 today. 51 tomorrow, yay Was 51 yesterday. 52 is months away, And yes I'm thankful. Although it's not my real birthday, It kinda is in a certain way. I'm still alive another day. I had the notion to celebrate. And be thankful. Though it's not a holiday. Thanksgiving has come and gone away, I'm just alive today. For that I'm thankful. Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme, Or reflect upon the deep sublime. I'm just grateful today to be alive. I mean really thankful. I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy, Or impress you with theology. It matters not at all to me. I just feel thankful. So tonight I take a walk outside, I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe. I breathe in deep, And I say thank you. And maybe not just to Who you think, Man let's throw in the kitchen sink, And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful. Some of you I'm glad you're gone, Frankly you stayed a bit too long And some you the grave stole far too soon, And yet I'm still thankful. Today the living and the dead You've both been right up inside my head, And synergized this verbal thread. For that I'm thankful. I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. I always smile when I think of him, And now I listen I heard a siren going by, I wonder who and wonder why, Was it a wreck, did someone die? Yet still I listen. Neighbors dogs are going wild. Was that the laughter of a child. Seems like I can hear for miles. Still I listen. I hear the hi-way roar of cars. Tho I have never heard the stars Is there really life on Mars? Shhh brain please shut up and listen! The soft night whispers in my ears. Pressing through my random fears, I stand amazed at what I hear. And now I wonder. I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze The silhouette of leafless trees. I stand in wonder Then I wonder about the first man to ever be, Or the first time he looked up to see The Milky Way the galaxies. Did he wonder? I wonder what he did How he loved how he lived. If he ever lost a friend? Man oh man I wonder. Was he the first to dig a grave? How it sounded if he prayed? How he fought? How he played? If that man could see us all today, What would he say I wonder? In ways was he a lot like me? Did he sometimes fear what he could not see? Did he create unseen walls Of unbelief? I stand and wonder. Did he ever hurt the ones he loved? Did life convince him not to trust? I wonder. My great grandfather lived My DNA is shared with him. I wonder how we are the same, And I don't even know his name. Still I wonder. Will my great grand kids know my name? Will it even matter who's to say? Will they look up in wonder? Will they listen? Will they be thankful? Not much I can leave to them That would matter too much in the end. I suppose the primal hope in man Is the hope I hope lives on in them I hope they wonder. About the universe. I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse. I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. I hope they're thankful. I hope they listen. I hope they wonder. And no matter what life hands them, I hope they hope.
Inundating radiant sunshine beams down on my face fervently tracing crows feet nearing the frown I can taste obliterating tear streaks transmitting them into the depths of outer space introducing an iridescent spectrum of piercing waves golden ears fear in the race Electromagnetic oscillation inspiring me to rely religiously upon solar energy photosynthesis eradicating unwanted toxins by chasing them vehemently So on this sacred date of "ONE"… negative energy is trumped by the positive tsunami of the sun and as she dares me to stare into her face of grace ninety three million miles away… I sigh as her radiance blasts my face in such a merciful way suddenly my shaking knees give way to an epiphany that this day is laced with sanctity Finally the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant making change the world will see... "The Sun's Seven" pronouncing a unified spirituality * Entrance for P.d.'s "Unique Line" Contest-----This poem's title is unique "A Day of Ones In the Sun" because it describes a very special and unique calendar date 11-1-1. But if you missed it... don't worry or let your eyes get blurry with tears cus' 11-11 's comin' in a hurry to relinquish your fears.....so yes there will be another day of ones on 11-11-1! tho' I can't promise you at the Soup that the 11th will be filled with sun!------I believe my poetry, like many others on this amazing site, has a fresh variety, inspired by life and everything in it! I hope you enjoy my lines like :"the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant"
The thunder makes way for the lightning As does the caterpillar make way For the Butterfly So too do I make way for The changes of Christ in me © Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012
My childhood elm of outgrowth stout Nourished His formative buds about While holding me during youthful sprout Yet far I fell from Him. For thoughtless Time forgives forgot He waited for his puerile tot My seasons passed far from his plot And further I fell from Him. Upon my adolescent spark He let me stab his bleeding bark With foolish whim, a lover's mark Still further I fell from Him. While seasons passed with nature's grace And changed the lines upon my face He kept my sacred vernal place Still further I fell from Him. Soon I was met with fortune's snide And chilling winter did preside His thickened limbs He did provide Still further I fell from Him. When life bestowed my last defeat For years of folly and conceit My eyes beheld His sad retreat How far I fell from Him! That tree that held my girlish jump And greenery once rich and plump Was now a sickly blackened stump How far I fell from Him! I wept upon His tattered rings For all the comfort He did bring Throughout my vain and endless sting I'd not ascend to Him! Somehow He felt my tears abreast And cleansed the faults I had possessed He offered me His stump for rest I did ascend to Him.
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Let frigid winter come, it feels nice to be lonesome, seeing myself snuggled up in a comfort blanket holding a cup of cocoa by this warm fireplace... while the wanderer's frozen face is dotted with the whitest snowflakes as he rubs his red, freckled nose! Isn't this an unforgettable moment to delight me feeling the thrill of the Season with its distinct chill? Isn't this the magic of Christmas when joy is felt in a calm land by the sound of chiming bells? Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow, and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow, brightness can lead my footsteps really far... shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar? I will go from house to house and knock on every door... tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior! I'm very confident that going back home stars will gleam and children will roam: singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy snowballs; happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls, but who minds waiting in the bitter cold... when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world? Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's contest, " Fire And Ice " Written by Andrew Crisci on 12/ 3/ 2012
My hand holds your hand and that`s enough. In the green`s intervals, the weather is rough; The blue wind freed its own ghost's chain Following the rhythm of the crystalline rain; With the leaf`s thrill and embrace`s embers Patient ruby hidden in alabaster chambers, Far from the desert of mirrors, standing aloof As vulnerable as the surge`s serenity`s proof; Simple surmise falling down with the mist, Suspension bridge above the yellow East; Looking from the season `s round roof, Solitude seems hit by a rueful cold hoof. Like the violet dawns date with the pale moon, Chapel`s morning joined the emerald afternoon; Air angels with white wings are our mates; Trees beg for heaven to let open the gates; We listen to inner chansons sung by Edith Piaf My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.
Work. Toil. The pain I put in the ground. For such a precious thing. Corn. The family enjoys their meal. They plant their leftover kernels. And wait for me to tend to them. Work. An endless cycle in which happiness is born. ©Demand4poetry 21 February 2013
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A woodland path in dappled sun hushed and quiet so kind and full of promise she leads me on through boughs of inspiration where dancing sunlight touch delicate my soul and lofty birds sing in a private sanctuary only for me How grateful I am for the hand of God has gently shown heavenly melody with each gracious stroke drifting in waters pure and free a gift of proverb bring silent understanding I breath each moment in with deep and grateful breath for in this slight moment of life completion I have found ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ First Two Lines Written By : A Rambling Poet ~ Constance La France Contest ~ A Woodland Path Poet ~ Rick Parise June-9-2011
I am lost Basking in radiant eyes Like the grass grows fonder Bending to the sun's sultry cries Undressing summer's silhouette Fall's blushing fingertips Warmed by the naked thought Of hope's supple lips I am crushed By heaven's downy gait Rain's rose petal toes Caressing tantric throes For my heart is adrift Imbued by harmonic hues Nature's idyllic shoes Twirling her golden hand I am cured By laughter's contagious dare Leering through lipstick hair Strawberry tines Tickling my helpless spine Springtime invading Passion parading That which winter cannot bear I can taste The fruit of her fertile kiss The nectar of blooming bliss Like sweet wine suckled From Eden's weeping vine The scent of a sacred sign For only love's bounty May find her
I close my weary eyes Holding onto the hope Of not having to cope Not a mintue longer Without you by my side Not expierencing The warm look in your eyes The tingling rush of your finger tips That would grip my hair tight To stop you from slipping into the night Biting your bottom lip As a pinch to yourself To see if it was real The dream of love we felt And now that you are gone I only wish to die Your image fades from my mind Sometimes I see it clear, The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains I look up and in the distance is where she waits But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do I need God's strength for one more day to get through
This poem is dedicated to those who are suffering from natural disaster wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare Almighty - Shower Your Love !!!!! Ohh my Almighty, Ohh my Nature.. Everything was alright, everything was fine.. But what made you do this???? That you astringently affected the Life of Divine.. Why you had lend with with no mercy.. You showered your gift in terms of cursy.. Drenching tears of the exciting people.. Pangs of separation happened between lovely couple.. How much it is aching to there pity family.. Everyone got acceleratingly disheartened gradually.. Just now left with the new dawn and the iota of Hope.. Hey nature please try to rudenessly cope.. Mankind struggling for their last breathe.. Please bless them for our sake under your sheathe.. Please endow them for their wellbeing and glorious life ahead!!!! By Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
Create In Me A Clean Heart... Create in me a clean heart, Oh God, and renew a right spirit within me. May my flesh be crucified... so that YOU... others may see! Please don't remove from me your presence, or Holy Spirit. May I meditate upon your word... and daily live it! Restore unto me the joy of your salvation... As I serve you with a deep love and appreciation! I will teach sinners, of your wondrous ways. So that they my serve you all of their days! I will shout aloud of your righteousness and proclaim That you have delivered me from all guilt and shame. As my lips are open... I will sing glory & praise to YOU! May you be exalted in all that I say and do. My sacrifice to you are a spirit and heart that's broken. God will not reject me... this he has spoken! May I bring sacrifice and obedience as I come to your altar. You are my solid rock... like the "Rock of Gibraltar!" Thank you for cleansing and making me whole. You brought healing... and restored my soul! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 51:10-17
I've a vast store of mem'ries about Chicago as I've lived there for a couple of years helping out in the parish of many immigrants, especially Mexicans and Puerto Ricans. I've made friends and a number of them still continue to correspond by emails; it's like a treasure-trove of relationships - where friendship makes a big difference. I still remember when I get invitations from people of other cultures in their homes; their different cuisines and customs, a great experience, a wealth of culture. Chicago's known for many attractions, home of architecture with modern skyscraper the neo-gothic Tribune Tower in the north along with white Wrigley building in the city; rich in architectural history, a sight to behold! Its classic and modern architecture so far, complements each other in visible terms, with innovative ideas and creative designs a special city with marvelous history. Daniel Burnham, the famed architect, designed the Merchandise Mart and others significant to his life like 'Paris on the Prairie', a tapestry of combined art of old and new. Renowned architects with their respective styles such as Frank Lloyd Wright and his prairie designs, Louis Sullivan and his visible ornate facades Ludwig Miles van der Rohe for modern styles. Oh, Chicago, known also as the Windy City so rich in history and its uniqueness too, the time when a huge fire razed the city destroyed lovely buildings in 1871. Well, with the growing skyscrapers in the city Chicago Spire, for instance, with its 150 stories designed by a renowned architect Calatrava, stands as the tallest building in North America. With the so-called Trump Tower in its 92 stories and then, Waterview Tower with its 90 stories, Sears Tower, the skyscraper with its 110 stories, that's the only tallest among buildings in the U.S. Oh well, this is Chicago in the landscape of beauty, as a windy city, as well as a gateway to reality; there's meaning to trace back in history there's continuing progress towards this century.
A footstep so smooth; A word so candid, yet strong: A mind, so full of empathy, came straight up to my heart: Knock, knock, knock, are we there? Or, are we still strangers? The long pile of stories of life, Unfolded, into your lap, with tears — Some horrid, some slimy, but all true. Solutions and steps were put forth: Knock, knock, knock, are we there? Or, are we still strangers? Moments of silence, in tears, Emotions riding high, Darkness so deep, fathomless; Keyboard, whispers, brought hope. Life sprouts, naturally, With light, and manure — right, Springing from words of wisdom: Knock, knock, knock, are we there? Or, are we still strangers? A ray of light sprouted, as did life, From within me; and my words Grew wings of fire, and sprung Right onto paper, as poems and news. Alas, the thrill lasted not long — Black venom of the fire of Satan Swirled around me, eating me up: Knock, knock, knock, are we there? Or, are we still strangers? The silence, construed as disregard, The lag and the arguments; Words of war, and then — SILENCE. Search, search, search… Life went off action; No sound, no light, no life. SILENCE, SILENCE, SILENCE. Knock, knock, knock, are we there? Or, are we — after all — strangers?
Oh! Humanity, How you've completely lost your sanity. Did you forget how to grow? Every one of you was planted row by row. Did your heavenly Father not nurture you with love? Did He not make the rains fall from up above? Oh where is your heart? Who gave you your first start? Oh! Humanity, What vanity! Oh! Humanity, What profanity! Daylight hours just wash ashore, With simple lives from once before! Have you forgotten your heavenly Mother? And what about your heavenly Brother? Where is your Godforsaken mind? What happened to being loving and kind? Oh! Humanity, How you've provoked such a calamity! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2006
H is love is what made him send His Son to save the E ntire world. I t's in this precious S acrifice and gift of Jesus' birth that we have a day to celebrate!
Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain Valley and creeks and eagles that soar Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain Relish with me if you will if you must if you can Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain There is a new day a new beginning and a new you Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain
Autumn's past horizon's whose clouds coast above the trees woodland paths are dusted with the falls of the turning leaves Four corners of the Winds in summer exhales release their breath another season's gone and lay's to the past it's death Often my mind has danced in the corridor's of the earth where winter's snow has melted hastening the springs new birth I've rambled down many roads and I've sang a many song been scratched by weeds and brambles and waded in the worlds wrong Bridges on the road I've crossed upon the many paths that man has trekked but only one road can lead you upon a course which is circumspect It was always for you every path I ever sought every step I ever made the ones my heart was taught I desire not gold or silver but the nectar of your lips a wine so intoxicating the truth like honey drips Like the passing of the seasons and the lives you so enrich truth and beauty enhances life there's no question of choosing which COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
water melon in my garden like the sun and moon just two… "...launcher ready…" steady my hand tending the weeds near a row of beans a far away land "...it's not a good time…" so I wondered and thought of when wars are just plays staged in the hands of writers like me… I'd arm the nations with radish leaves squash for bullets that unload seeds Peanuts money on my jelly spread I'd share the health giving lettuce, head… "... is it a good time now?..." who wants a cow chickens grown in crowded pens suffering blows in.human.e hands glitters the water between the corn I'd sale on ships into rosebud shores and i'd grow my fish in between the stores "...I'm god in my garden…" and I divide the rows soing what suits me in tomato groves and near my basil I'll build a school teaching the mint just how to be cool and over hear the potatoes anchor on stalks of beer "...wellcome…" to chi… banana central read booms of cheer ...but they say I'm mental. lentils are sooo good in soup! my capitals I declare are true! I only cook When I brew my stew… and no one regrets in the garden of Sue. "...yes piglet…" I was Just Making sure of you.
Close your eyes and dream with me the way things are suppose to be the Love inside will set us free. Close your eyes and dream with me the way things are suppose to be the burdens we carry lets share today Lets do things in our Lords way. Close your eyes and dream with me lets walk in the way He made us to be. Close your eyes and hear His voice things are crazy in this world of pain close your eyes and let Him lead also help me see His truth in me. My life bounces back and forth close your eyes and dream with me on how things are suppose to be. Help us Lord to live free in your way,please reveal Your heart to me. Close your eyes and dream with me Take my hand and walk with me to the ends of the earth show our true worth His love in us, this is the way its suppose to be. Close your eyes and dream with me. Written by:©Betty Bolden
< Fluff of billowy clouds Looking like they have Angelic faces Utterly smiling down on Mother Earth Forecasting peace for all mankind Foresakes for all sinners Entry For Carol Browns Fluff Contest G.L. All
< amidst grass carpet he plays long ears bushy tail white paws nibbles bulbs munches away poor little thing had some flaws hides hair braided and despaired didn't stop this little guy thought to self this wasn't fair bowed head and started to cry nectar is what he had sought on this hopeful days journey not to be trapped or be caught or carted off on gurney Mister Nibbles came to play In garden's bedding today
There is hope that lies dormant in that seed collection in a jar, placed carefully by ancient ancestors on a shelf. Heritage tomatoes may blossom in that spring of hopes. The hoe will etch the rows and the years will keep the tune. A fabric for sewing is waiting for the deft hands of the Maker. The Maker plants the seeds, and sews the pattern into clothes. And we who are less dump our hopes into the rubbish of regret. There is a Maker and a Caretaker who sprouts the kernel, and fine combs the cotton. Be it by hope or faith we plant; we go sowing seeds in spring and sit weaving in the winter. And we wait.
Death, Hell and the Grave Defeated "I will ransom them from the power of the grave ; I will redeem them from death. Where, O death, are your plagues? Where, O grave, is your destruction?" Hos 13:14 NIV Death, hell and the grave Were defeated at the cross, Although Christ's life appeared a failure; No possible gain just loss. This is where death lost its victory; Resurrection made possible. Just as Christ was resurrected; Called forth by God's heavenly angel. Christ raised not a hand to resist The evil powers at his side. Without His total surrender, Death's grave would forever reside. The cross was perceived as failure, But it was victory instead. For that was the world's perception Of our Savior's bloodshed. Death, hell and the grave Have been defeated for some time. Although death persists, The righteous find their Spring time. Christ will soon come To call them from their graves; Take them home to heaven; Where sin no more enslaves. Poem featured in Maureen's book entitled, Easter Poems Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2009-2012 www.maureenlefanue.com
Quickly is coming Christmas day, Perhaps you ponder with dismay Amidst the shopping and the shouts, What is Christmas really about? Is it about reindeer and elves, The gifts we wish for ourselves? Is it about wrapping paper and bows, Stockings stuffed with goodies clear to the toes? Is it about family, friends, and feast, The smell of bread baking rising with yeast? About trees, lights, and cute decorations, Parties, eggnog, and celebrations? These commodities make the holiday bright, But something else is required to make it right; For Christmas is not about programs and costumes worn, But about a miraculous baby that was born. About Mary and Joseph, man and wife, Who came to Bethlehem pregnant with life. No room was left for them in the inn, Shelter was found in a cattle pen. The time of her delivery would not waiver, In that stable she experienced labor. Born into a place smelling of manure, Christ arrived our salvation to assure. Nearby shepherds tending flocks by night Were startled by a glorious light. Angels while seeking to calm their fear Came proclaiming this event of cheer. Told of a birth of a baby boy, A king, a savior, who would bring joy. His mission was one of peace, From our sins to bring release. Then with haste they went with glee, Marveled at what they did see; Found him in a manger yet filled with glory Then left with excitement to tell his story. So as we gather this December May this jingle help us remember, Christmas is not about dear old Santa Claus But about the Christ who saves us from our flaws.
It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range. so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul, here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning... into the light of a love letter written to dawn. soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time, way down deep on the inside, ...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live, flower to flower, blossom to bloom, watered and deeply cared for... O' Eden. I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay, I wish a sun-rise.
I'm like a lion Tryin to be trained to behave in a cage, but I wasnt born to be tame Full of stress and rage Im compressed and chained Infected with depression beCause I cant catch a break Lifes taste is so tart In pain from my scars Stained by lame luck Stuck behind apace car I strive to write But all I can type is the space bar I'm Pervaded with doubt About to freakout Quick Someone bail me out I would sniff my way out but I got this cyst on my snout From 6 years of this drought Im sittin with this could of pout Stickin to me like jam from a can like melted candy in your hand I'M a pantree full of Spam A Letter without the stamp A debtor without a plan Like chicken on a pan without any Pam, Damn I'm starting to get pissed I got to devise a plan, before I break my fist, Punching this brick wall, I got the spit but no ball got the wits with no squall, like a toliet with no stall Slippin in a pit fall, Shiz just snow balls I want to brawl, missed last call My Stick shift just stalled, This lawl has no intention at stopin at all And I'm kicking myself in the balls like old men walking up and down the halls so i flop, just like a dust mop Now i got knots in my food box The size of king kongs rocks and Every door has been locked I try to soar but its all for not
I've had so many seasons, and seeds I've had to sow, winter seasons of dryness, where nothing seems to grow, rainy seasons of sadness, where tears just flow and flow, sunny seasons of joy, where love begins to show. Throughout the seasons of my life, Jesus held my hand, and brought me through each one of them, and taught me how to stand.
the harvest plentiful nigh the first fruits of SUMMER... purged pruned bough
Perseverance: a poem Long ago or should I say sometime in the past? I had dreams and now at the age of 31 I have realized most of them. It's funny how good luck; joy, pain, rejection, effort and 'Perseverance' with a capitol 'P' have played a part in my life and sealed my Fate. I now choose to think more positive thoughts even though this is still hard for me when I hear a negative voice in my head or when I hear people say negative things about me. Those things hurt me and stay with me until I let it go. I am self-motivated and I was a star pupil in my memories of my childhood. My main goal is to be able to take care of myself, be responsible for myself and for the choices I make in life. I am finishing school next January '14 with my Bachelor's degree and I want to find a good Internship. Then after that I want to have a part-time job working 20 to 25 hours per week and continue doing volunteer work. Oh and poems, I will keep writing my poems and reading other people's poetry. Right now I am reading LIT a memoir by Mary Karr. I also want to write children's books.
tiny hams of garlic towering crowns of chives bursting busty rose tomatoes clutching lettuce clusters bulbous purple eggplants hiding in green velvet from the burning touch of sun another cold wet morning but hope has turned to promise and the planting has begun
Dried up surroundings Everything barren and dead Under winter shroud Yet life is alive beneath Patiently waits to sprout forth
Today I saw a tree trunk, Growing through a fence. Metal bars pierced, as it grew, It almost didn't make sense. Sap oozed out its flesh, Where the spike had bored. Victim of its own success, As if it had fell upon its sword. I wondered if the tree was wise, That growing meant having to agonize. The tree didn't seem to mind though, As it stretched toward the rainbow..
Our God Reigns… Our God reigns in the heaven's above! Behold the mighty works of his power and love! Our God reigns in the mountains on high! His power reaches down to the deserts so dry! Our God reigns on his heavenly throne! He wants to be the Lord of our hearts and homes! Our God reigns over the majestic seas! His creation is magnificent! This you can see! Our God reigns over governments here on earth. He gave his son, so we can have a "new birth." Our God is mighty! Everyone shall kneel before him! He longs for us to worship and adore him! Our God has made a mansion for you in heaven. He wants to be your God! Won't you let him? Our God stands knocking at your heart's door. Won't you let him in? What are you waiting for? By Jim Pemberton
Christmas is the only holiday we often don't call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It's the only holiday that we often call "a holiday." It's true meaning, is often, taken away! It's more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It's time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It's more than going shopping at the malls… More than, "Jingle Bells," or "Deck the Halls!" It's more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you're willing "to die for!" It's more than buying the "newest in entertainment." Or receiving a gift that may "cause an embarrassment." Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let's all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let's think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that's needed! Won't you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what's important! And shouldn't be left out! He's what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let's be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton
Nip in the air speaks loudly Seek a warmer place in the sun Sun slowly speaks with a southern drawl Her lavender dress creeping behind Trailing a beautiful skirt on morn's horizon Max, Maximilian Sunflower almost outsparkles the early sun The sun that slowly glows orange through the Leland Cyrpress and woodsy trees Whitey waits huddled against the corner post cold needing Sun to hurry along so she can climb onto the roof enjoying the radiant heat Nip wants to send me away so that warmth will penetrate aching bones Desiring to visit with the weak crowing rooster's song for just a moment longer Those moments that are swiftly passing now as the sun's radiant golden light comes higher with sun loosing her gown of lavender Becoming naked before the earth for their joining of spirits to reciprocate love for each other Thanks to God for the day and for the life and beauty to enjoy once more!
My God above whose wisdom surely shows When Mother Nature paints her glory grand. While gilding grass beside the river grows, The autumn trees with golden leaves, as planned, Reflect their beauty, clinging reds and yellows. Rainwater streams her life upon the land. Beneath the mountain cattle comes to graze. And thus, without the help of man, life stays. © February 21, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
i miss you i walk into your heart without fear i talk within your heart without tear i hold unto your love; it say told unto your arms, stay come towards your eyes not in tear i said as i whisper unto her ear your heart beat i feel o' my dear and the memory it brings so soothing my dear but... as i looked a little closer to you to bring your touch closer to mine and drift my thoughts in yours same time i realized 'am so far from you and all alone; i miss you opn14102012/1615 poem: 'i miss you' from: 'fallen leaves', book no.11 of 2012 (oct.2012) onalethuso petruss ntema (opn) ntema's unique poetry (nup) tm
fresh rain drops return likened to life's gift flows flowering the hills
The passion that comes When greeted by a storm Is nothing I can explain The rain, wind, thunder, and lightning Sends a frenzy of shivers through my body Making my every nerve numb As the light flickers And the thunder claps I can feel my heart beat faster The rain on the roof Like a drum Sends my body in a rhythmic dance The wind is my partner As I float around Above the ground Leaving my worries behind
I thank your dearly god for all the days You've shown us beauty in so many ways The crimson sun against the smoky sky The speckles of villages from mountains high When everything is covered with a film of dust Painting your trees 'n shrubs with a film of rust September's trees in warm attire all flush As they cover their bareness in quite a rush The fires that creep over the hills at night A pretty red rope is all that's in sight So much awe in the wake of destruction As all your creatures struggle to function Under October's sun bearing down Upon the ground completely brown The rivers trickle to an absolute nil As all the land becomes deathly still Upon the flats as the heat's haze lingers there Survival a must we can hardly bear But the trees remind us it again soon will rain As in faith their green leaves refutably remain As the darkened clouds upon the horizon meet The hope in the air drifting past is sickly sweet The parched earth eagerly waits to greet The large drops of manna falling at its feet And we all breath a large sigh of relief As with the waters gift, gone is the grief Thank you god for all we go through When we can't really see what's true Time in its circle such a complex thing We know healing u always will bring So much beauty does abound That faith can always be found.
Bright, blooming gifts in the garden, floral crowns inspire like a prayer. I hear whispers from the Jordan on breezes through olive trees, fair. Bell flowers painted royally, bright, blooming gifts in the garden, splendor chiming, God is with me. His grace smiles on beauty within. Iris petals of blue satin sway o'er each daisy and poppy. Bright, blooming gifts in the garden, the glory of Gethsemane. A picture of Heaven serene as rose buds breathe new life again. Spring's kiss, a spectacular scene, Bright blooming gifts in the garden. April 7, 2012
A tune of sorrow played on fiddle strings, Unanswered questions haunting midnight's hour, The voice of melancholy softly sings, Beneath the stars that light the lunar bow'r, All waiting here for warmth that sunrise brings. With dawn, the fluffy clouds begin their dance, While chasing rainbows across the blue sky, The breeze of early spring now takes its chance, Just flirting with the budding twigs on high, The coming of life that sings a new romance. Form: Sicilian Quintains
Joanna Davis The' jingle, jangle', of life's bustling pace is filled with concords of the human race. Towards and ending that's yet to unfold, for the next generation our story is old The tour we embark on, each step we take, is forever deciding the choices we make The limbo, two-step, waltz or the jive Will all play a part in how well we survive. If you listen carefully to every sound, you'll flow with the music, not stumble around When in tune with beat, each step you take, Becomes part of life's rhythm, make no mistake
Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm
My heart with joy is singing No more pain no more crying Summer's sun is shining bright In my world all seems right God is incredible good to me He heard my cry and set me free He gives us no more than we can bear I have a savior in Jesus I will not fear Though I walk through the Valley of death He sustains me He supplies each breath The Sun came out and melted the frost Thank God it is Summer my heart is warm at last
When Nature finally awakens, one needs to stop as the perplexed ravens, and watch fragile butterflies dance... celebrating the beauty of the radiant Heavens. The flowers that we touched in recent dreams, are awaiting for rain as they sway in fields of gold, dreaming of nighttime glimmering with moonbeams... will the moon's breath keep them as warm as yellow marigold? When Nature finally awakens, and snow melts turning into rivers, follow them and discover new amazing things... from blooming hills to harmonious plains. Stare at the star-lit sky and ponder over this mystery: since creation nothing has ever changed... we see it as others have and be part of that reality: feeling its profundity and be persuaded. When Nature finally awakens, our low spirits become sprightly and new; it's rebirth can induce more thrills... why not be adventurous and sparkle as dew?
A new season begun, a new life, a new birth, engraving our story here upon earth. The pages turn slowly. Each day will pass. Life is measured by the hourglass. The sands of time pass graciously. The book is written of mystery. Echoes of silence, the pages are blank. For the hourglass of life holds no rank. Let today be today. Look not to tomorrow. For life will fade on the pages of sorrow. Read the story, you must go on. Turn the pages of a new dawn. To every beginning there is an end. Your spirit will soar high in the wind. Hurry before time runs out. For life surely fades without a doubt. The clock counts down each grain of sand. Turn the page and understand. Reflections of love and holding hands. This page though so innocent, a beautiful child of heaven scent, happiness in a life well spent. Turn the page again once more, to find the key to all closed doors. This page tells of mom and me, the many cherished memories, undying love for family. Turn the page, see all my friends, from around the world and all nations. This page tells of sacred marriage, to have, to hold, and also cherish. This page tells of many great storms, the sea of tears, and the thunder roars. This page holds the photographs, of many dreams that once was had. Though some memories of life you can't recall. The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall. The last page to turn, so there's a stall. The last grain of sand that slowly falls. Now for a moment don't you cry, the hourglass of life told us no lie. For all is born and then must die. God grant me the time to say goodbye.
O sweet white bloom blushing through snow, You gently kiss the north winds as they pass, Whispering to winter 'it's time to go', From your bluey-green leaves like blades of grass, Sweet drooping bells that mark the seasons flow. A tiny flower sets the world alight, And fills a wintered heart with deepest joy, New life from bleakest days and long icy nights, Through woods and fields, her bloom Brigid's envoi, As spring returns into our mortal sight. Form: Sicilian Quintains
Tumbling, tumbling, maple's chameleon leaves swathe blonding grass that is longing to sleep, A Mennonite farmer hand-bundles wheat sheaves, Harvest won't wait and his field will not keep. Fumbling, fumbling with sodden dresses clean from a washing on this windy day, A Mennonite wife hangs laundry, blessing God's bounty, His gifts on lovely display. Crumbling, crumbling, pieces of pumpkin pie warm from the oven and perfectly spiced, Mennonite tots lick forks and watch geese fly, Later they share wood toys, just a few suffice. Humbling, humbling, these people of autumn who toil endlessly, then Christmas welcome. August 15, 2012
On storm-ripped nights when seaboards crack And wings of angels rendered black Are clouds that seethe and boil on high, The canvas of some desolate sky. On empty days like shredded rags Trailed down from mountain peaks and crags To flap across the barren floors Uneven plains and lakeland shores. On trails of tears to God knows where, When weary eyes flood with despair, The turgid creep of asphalt stress, Grey flannels tied to emptiness. In this vast cathedral sanctuary, With faith and love, democracy, Within, without, beloved view, This island home stands firm and true.
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee; just as an aroma from within, makes the air, smell of flowers in the spring ...blossoms, blooms, time, ...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting, and the tasting is to stirring the dream, flavor, making flavored coffee soul, a drink in the morning.
People are starting to add up the facts and most don't like what they see, The world is rapidly deteriorating at an accelerated rate, call it prophecy! And if these are the last days how many of us are truly ready? We are living in an explosive society full of maniacs who's minds are not quite steady. Terrorists have made their way onto our shores and struck an awesome blow, But I feel that was just a testing of the waters you know! Their weapons are becoming more high tech and more lethal with each new day, They are trained for suicide missions and to them death is okay. The Bible says that before the last days the earth will experience birthing pains, The way I understand it, it is talking about more frequent natural disasters, tsunamis, more intense earthquakes, killer hurricanes. Check the records, watch the news all these things are happening right now, But people won't listen when you tell them this is prophecy, they say it's just life and it's going to happen anyhow. The technology we have at our disposal wasn't even thought of fifty to a hundred years ago, And instead of using the technology to better mankind we are using it to destroy ourselves this I know. The will of God doesn't seem to have a place in our society anymore, Wrong this is not our society it all belongs to Him, every grain of sand from shore to shining shore. I know I'm not perfect no where near it, but I do believe in God and the Bible and what I read, It's a blueprint for life which we all should obey, follow, and heed.
Web wise The fear drops from its light brown wings; this is not home; at least not for a bird. Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase, it is humming past your mute chair. But how can you help, you cannot locate your own way out of this golden web. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Stars shine brightly above me as I look up at the glowing full moon. A cool breeze is blowing and A soft music seems to play in the air around me as I think of what life has given me. This gift is more than I could have brought myself to ask for. For the longest time I've been content to be there for others Ignoring the fact that as I helped my friends find happiness, I have been alone. Now I find that Life has given me a gift. A thing so precious that never again could I go through life without it. Life has given me you. You, Suki, have become my life force. The very thing that keeps me going. I love you with everything I have. Granted, it isn't much, but I promise you that it wont be missed. I'll love you enough to make up for the materialistic things that I don't have. The moon blurs as tears fill my eyes and I start glowing as bright as the shining full moon above me and I find that the music I hear around me that is so heartbreaking-ly beautiful isn't in the air. It's inside me. I never have to be alone again. Never do I have to bottle things up for the sake of other people because I know I have someone who wants nothing more than to have me cry on his shoulder. I love him And to the very core of my being I know he loves me. Life has given me something I never dared to let myself dream of having. Life has given me Suki.
If I could talk to God today Humble praise and thanks I would give For all the blessings I have received None of which do I deserve For any good I may have done Was by grace through His son If I could talk to God today, I would ask Lord, when I was a little child Why was I so painfully shy? Whenever strangers were around I would always run and hide Reading and daydreaming all the while If I could talk to God today, I would ask Lord why does evil continue to exist? I was only seven, abused and blindly robbed I was lucky, my life not brutally snuffed! To perverts this is just a game So many die while others bear lingering shame If I could talk to God today, I would ask Forgiveness for the foolish years Opportunities missed to do some good For the many times I put Him last For unnecessary fears and wasted tears The empty years spent 'living it up' If I could talk to God today, I would ask For mercy not just for me For children like me whose trust betrayed For all of us who have lost the way Some day I know there will be peace on earth When you come to live in hearts and homes Note: For Walayee Whitlock' s "My Darkest Childhood Memories" Contest
Deep in the woods, the branches dance in the wind, wild and free, Spreading their fragrance for you and me. Wild flowers sway, as the wind try's picking them up, Their roots planted firmly, as they flow from side to side, showing us all their glory, and our makers touch inside, shadows follow as they calmly go slow, Deep in the woods, time is well known, as night takes hold, until the morning, when light takes control. Written by:©Betty Bolden
I came from behind and my God at what I saw. I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you. I counted exact minutes with the seconds too. But I stood there intact with no lines to draw. There are many versions of Grace Verse's law. So I read through them one by one until blue. So I picked up the torch it was all I could do. I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe. I gave glory to the Sun and Moon, I exalted a few Stars along my way. I even rode in on a cloud at noon, It was a bright beautiful blessed day. But there were matted layers of deception, I guess you can only imagine my reception. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
A lonesome dove feathered white. The branch strong, time light. ...no "wait". A dream. really blowing a sweet breeze. ...no "wait". A heart beat sitting in a tree, spirit like, ...no "wait". A rhyme. ...of atomosphere.
The Master's Voice. During our life... We have many choices. We see a lot of faces and hear many voices. There is a voice... Like no other. The words are "sweeter than butter." It's the same voice that calmed the storm in Galilee. It's the voice that offers life abundantly. Please listen to the voice of your savior today... And really listen to the words he has to say... "Come.follow me!" "And be born again!" "I'll wash you clean... And take away your sin!" His voice speaks peace to the troubled soul. And speaks joy and love to make you whole. Christ can do it with his blood-cleansing power. He can do it... This very hour! His voice beckons a never ending call. Come to him now... He's worth it all!
Easter Easter is ever so beautiful. It was meant to be just so. For as our Lord Jesus rose to glory… The plants do follow in his fold. Springs beauty is likened to heaven… As it was promised in stories of old. And all the tender plants … Show our souls how to unfold. Growing toward the light, an ever present goal… Reminds us in life, what we should be searching for. Spring is like heaven brought down upon this earth To remind us of God's promise in Jesus… Waiting in our hearts and souls For the Son's light and warmth to bring it forth. Contest Easter Inspirations: CSEastman
A bright and beautiful blanket of snow Silently hushes earth below spring shows White heavenly glory this covering brings You'll see its splendor uncovered in spring Earths radiant colors will then unveil New life within this warmth revealed The blanket lifted will then expose The warmth and love that God enclosed
When it gets dark and the clock strikes twelve, Freezing winds pass blushing the silver bell. Snowballs move slowly like a trotting horse, Boisterous breezes push open the casements with force. Then from dark deep skies, under the clouds shed, With reindeers pulling the sledge, comes Santa in red. Long beard, pot belly, and conic hat on head, Holding the bag full of presents and spells moves to their bed. Adorned stags nod head and thump hoof, Snorts slowly as Santa ascends to roof. Springs into chimney, rests on floor, Hoofs clatter, bells tinkle bit more, as he opens the door. Twelve months, several weeks, the season comes to end, People wait every time for the like trend. New Year brings along fresh dusk and dawn, New plans made again, old ones are torn. Endows our wishes, presents us bliss, Santa bows down and gives our cheeks a kiss. Bestow gifts, making us cheer, Yaps aloud Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
He Will Lead Me… Jesus is with me every step that is taken, With HIM in my life—I am never forsaken! A straight and narrow path is what he will make, He's there to lead and guide me every step that I take. Every choice I have, every step that is made, The price for my life—on Calvary— has been PAID. His word shall direct me which way I should go, It shall be a lamp unto my feet down here below. His Holy Spirit will gently give me Godly correction And shall always lead me into the right direction… By Jim Pemberton
Red leaves fleeing trouble before the gust: like children playing tag. Tumbling to shelter under, or it is to the brick wall. Tears from heaven hit cheeks from the side, and lash down to toe: and the whole becomes a sea. I am swept away in it's fury: each wave crest seeks shores, and pours itself away; to abandon. Cherishing that kiss with earth. Fury must find it's rock; be diminished in ecstasy, and sink into nothing. Before turning into life.
Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest "Season's Greetings"! We're all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings! In just one single season; I can change my very significance, Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being, I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing. Autumn decorates Mother Earth's leaves with painted colors of a much clever design. Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine. Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I'm breathing. Summer sparkles in midnight's mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat. Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory, Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met! "Season's Greetings"! Great Goodness! I 'm believing in exactly what it is I'm seeing and feeling! "Season's Greetings"! Goodness Gracious! I'm feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being! A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out. A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount. Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear. Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree! Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 'Tis Season's Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!
The cloud's, throats of water One against the other collide Spitting out a torrent On earth leaving a fright And after, a calmness wide
In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter, Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away. The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow, All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play. Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can't be found. They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day, No one knows they're even there, for they make not even a sound. Animals respect them for they can't make them into prey. Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play. And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say! They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed. Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep. They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap. A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow, For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below. I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole. For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw. We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land. But if you're going searching there's something I should let you know, offhand. They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.
I dedicate my 2012 to the one I love most... Ouch! I shake my hand and stare at the door knob in disbelief. I open the front door and wince as the scorching late morning sun burns my face. I close my eyes and think back to when I was kid, standing too close to the BBQ as Dad lit it...BIG mistake. I close the door behind me and trip over my towel that had fallen in my chaotic response to the hot mid June weather. Confident from my recent gym ambition, I let my towel fall off my shoulder and reveal my newly sculpted body to the world as I casually approach the giant pool gate. I swing open the gate and walk in...that's when it hit me...SHE hit me. Laying on her beautifully toned tummy...I am a sucker for a woman's stomach; sensual, smooth, so full of subtle detail, the holder of life. I shake my head and snap back to reality in time to catch myself from nearly falling over. I lean down quickly and pick up my jaw from the ground in hopes she didn't notice. Her cardinal red hair up in a bun, or pony tail...I guess wildly as men do. I walk by as stable as I can... "don't stare, don't stare, don't stare," I whisper to myself. THUMP-THUMP!, THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP! My heart beats so intense I can feel it pulsating through my temples. I reach the lawn chairs and settle down 20ft from her. Directly diagonal to her right shoulder...her wonderfully shaped, perfectly curved shoulders. I tell myself to look away but cannot help. An intense magnetic force pulls my attention to her, I try with all my being to fight it but cannot advert my eyes. I yell at my brain to drop curtains on my eyes but no response. Giving into her dream-like curved body, the sweet gently sweeping motion from the back of her neck to her luscious, tanned cheeked backside. Her legs are incredible. I continue my stare. A non perverted stare of course. I'm taken back to college art classes. The overwhelming amounts of anatomy classes and sketches... Never had I seen such flawlessness. Who was this girl laying by my pool? The most incredibly indescribable woman I have seen and yet, I had only seen half! Just as if I was narrating aloud this profound experience, she turned over and rolled onto her back. Dying the darkest, ugliest death, then awaking to ALL of Heaven's golden warmth doesn't compare to when I looked into her blue-green eyes. Frozen in that moment in time, I had without a doubt, found the woman I knew I was to spend the rest of my life with.
Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. Exponential theory, base of schematics. Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!
twenty-four hours and counting......... I have been called home to the realm above I must submit a bow and gracefully move forward I must leave you behind my friend, my life.... But, for now...... I shall, sing a symphony of celebration dance naked deep within the trees of belief dive from the highest cliff I can find sit quietly and sip chamomile tea I will run as fast as I can skipping and jumping up to each cloud I see I will relish each moment with a ponder and a plea as the clock tics down to a grand completion I will fall upon my knees a prayer of thanks I will recite a word of encouragement to each one who has brought me into the light I sit for now, grateful for each second spent next to you a grateful journey of splendid yesterdays joyous the celebration , I pledge to watch over thee goodbye for now......... soon a flight to be free................. quite a Tantalize sensation wings a halo yes , it is me..........
Rainbows are no gift It is a promise not kept The rain is for sure
Even though at this time of year it is supposed to be a time forpeace and goodwill with happiness and goodcheer is that really something we see clear. People may do their best to forget the troubled times with their pain and distress, to join in the festive fun and enjoy the dinner well-done. Should it be just once a year that we make a special time to share with our loved ones so dear. Ofcourse we can do this through-out the year make it a time to get together and build on our relationships with others as we strenghthen the bonds with sisters,Fathers Brothers and our Mothers. December 25th is not the birth of Christ it is just a Mere Myth so why people celebrate this certain date is something for others to think and contemplate. Times are increasingly more difficult and understandingly we want to enjoy ourselves only natrual but this season seems to give people an excuse in which they reason to over-eat, and drink to excess to drown their sorrows they express as the Special day ends their lives return back to normal tomorrow. It can be a lonely time for many in this December month as some are alone during this holiday and that can be sad for some while it seems the rest of the world are having a goodtime and lots of fun. There are many through-out the world who are still suffering from lack of food and sanitation no water which causes severe de-hydration don't you think it is only right to spare a thought for such ones going through a terrible time of starvation it kills slowly and affects many atribe and nation. Thousands may donate to these ones to give hope they can revive many in order to help them survive, but many loose their battle as it is too great to cure as so many struggle to endure the distress of hunger pangs . The moral of this poem is to encourage people to think of the world and not just for a split second then blink. Take time to count your blessings and be thankful for what we have and also about the peace and security we wish to possess in the world will we really see a world full of peace well in the Bible it gives us a promise and hope that soon God is going to take action and intervene in human affairs and this will be our release, to prove to us that he deeply and truly cares and that is a promise bestowed to us beyond comapare. It gives much comfortto know there is a brighter future for all who wish to take lifes water free God will do this a promise we will soon see.
Rain drops look like heartbeats Broken in two, melting away candle Wax into the blue My teeth chatter because of the cold The ancient age of old Has made me stand upon two feet In one accord, singing to this beat, One last breath shall be the very first Kiss that put in his this hearse, When she felt sweet sorrows stale And made the prison of my heart bail. I thought about these gifts and promises That she made on a piece of paper with no list And it died earlier on this way and that The skinny takes away the bone and its fat It was a deception of faces in the rain A smile through deep pain Inside was intercession To beat this tiger's aggression It made me learn something new everyday To learn this lesson, That fact that she wouldn't stay, I thought about what came next, Then what happened was what Came from beneath the ocean waves that had me sore vexed Running over in my cup, was the heart, out of all the blood. It started raining from above the ceiling Cracks of my heart peeling, Putting away furniture and dress's Speaking to a room of noise and mess's Voices disguised my male and female Dish's, draining away life That would make harmony come into one flesh.
Christmas without any magic, Would be the darkest of days, There wouldn't be any presents, Without the wonder of Santa's ways, The lights in the eyes of the children, Would become as dull as the light-less tree, Now standing outside in the garden, And not in the house as should be, There would be no cards on the mantle, No messages from family and friends, No reason to think of our loved ones, Or for our faults make amends. And without the greatest miracle, Of our own dear Saviours birth, There would be no hope for all mankind, No peace for men on Earth, No non-deserved forgiveness, For the many times we fail, And no happily ever after, At the end of our life's long tale.
Like a garden path, Life has many turns Bringing forth new beginnings And new friends We hold on lovingly To old ones, Like the sweet jasmine on the walls. Renewing boarders with flowers, Scents and colours, The joy of which we are yet to know.
I'll decorate the trees outside with sparkling tinsel and dreamy ties the sun beating down in all hope and all joy a beautiful picture under a mid-July sky colors aglow of reds and greens a spirit of inspiration a story to apprise a hymn of a miracle we gather to sing embracing each one, his story arise a loving sense of our being a Christmas jubilation we all cherish a celebration of our king, with each breath a surprise...... "SWEETHEARTS CONTEST"
TH' MAIN EVENTS Bask in all thine glory Know that I exist in thee Be dawned by mine spirit See that I serve you Be where I have been Fathom all that will be Come to know your place Be an light everlasting Understand all that is Witness wonders' creations Hold futures in your hands Achieve death's null success Cease mysteries that are no Sow that's been reaped Simplify complexity... ..."Eventually" ~AZAZA~'09
she walked quietly back to her sanctuary wings aflutter a dream in her heart she longed to fulfill her mission a quest to bring a saddened soul to the glory of the eternal light in dedication she spent long nights in prayer she came to me in the sparkling light of that October morning she said I was one of the chosen she talked of miracles...... she spoke of trials...... she taught me of love , faith and of hope a vessel sent to me so that I may live again a gift of the holy ghost a promise delivered with a tear I ask that I may receive...... beautiful angel of mine you have a "soul of a saint" you bring me a "life of a new beginning" I fall to my knees in prayer a song of eternity accompanies..... pure white visions surround, a deep love fulfilled................. amen _______ Contest
Beauty is nothing; nothing if not spring, flora shooting, oozing to cover bare earth that winter spent, stripped; now gives green. New life God has planted, planned with care and bathed the globe with rains, spare and clean. The air, great gasps of spring; the springing air, blossom of peach and pear, scents fresh and keen. Wonders of wonder all are flaxen fair. Praise gifts, which bring this juice, bring us this joy. Praise gifts of face found and fine wildflowers. Praise gifts, and praise our debt for springtime's cloy- breadth of earth's wild bounty, it is ours. Praise gifts of song, for songbirds on bright wing. Renewing life; Oh! Praise our gifted spring.
Though we all do celebrate birthdays, the best birthday, falls on the twenty fifth of December, as on this day, our Lord, Jesus Christ had been born, the day is considered indeed great, as the Son of God, had come into this world, and had left us by forgiving our sins, the day begins, by people of all castes visiting various Churches, and offering their prayers to the Lord in here, on this day, the day is celebrated with a lot of passion, and fervour, wherein we also get to wine and dance, and be merry all the while, the kids are quite happy, as on this day, they receive lovely gifts, for been good kids, from a very special man, known as Santa Claus by acting as a postman, but differs in style and in his way, by delivering the gifts in advance, as he does know that, there is no use in relying with the snail mail, and the kids would indeed be sad, if they don't get their presents in time, whereby he does not take the usual route, but always takes the wrong one, by entering through the chimneys or through the fireholes, how he does it, we have no idea, inspite of been fat, his favourite are the cookies indeed, wherein he seeks an easier way to get into the houses of the kids, here's a message, he leaves for you all, wishing you all a Merry Christmas!! Dt:-21st November, 2012, Name :- Manu Nair
The longest road that I recall, isn't very long at all I used to ride it is a child on sunny Saturday afternoons my sister and I play car games she says "That is your house" and points to a trailer I say "This is yours" and point to a dumpster Yet we do not worry what really will become of us We continue in our coloring books Along with an old banjo cassette and when we feel gravel under the tires and we can no longer color inside the lines we'll know we are close to arrival. My sister graduates from Law school this may and I am just now getting started The longest road that I recall Isn't really long at all.
my physical body......yearn...... my mental being......reach...... my spiritual energy.....pull...... within my sanctuary of mind, body and soul I center in a calming request of spirit awakening with scattered energies tossed along the ebbing shore line I must focus...... I must touch ailment...... I must harness thy yoke of completion my breath slows in silent acceptance as a single sun beam calls of gracious salutations my spirit drift endless of cresent moon at twilights eve. and warriors song in mornings mist as warmth showers my flesh my spirit tingle complete touching a loving convergence, the ultimate purity received I become one as the spirit calls with each breath, completion...... ___________________________
Memories of Christmas through the years, Have brought lots of laughter and many tears. Memories of those who have gone on home, Sometimes leave us sad and alone. The good times that were had by all, Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, their happy faces I recall! The gifts that were given, the fellowship we shared, The love we all had, showed each other we cared. The trees were so pretty, the food, oh so good, Sometimes we would go caroling in the neighborhood. We would exchange gifts by drawing names, Some would get clothes, others might get games. The homes would be decorated with ornaments and lights, And we would all feast on the many delights! There would be cakes, cookies, sandwiches, pies, and punch, Some might eat a lot, others would just munch. Before you knew it the night would be gone, And the wait for next year would seem so very long! But Christmas means more than just these things, As we remember the birth of the Christ child and the salvation He brings! He came into this world in a meek and lowly way, Born of a virgin and in a manger lay. The Shephards were frightened as the angels came to say, The great news of His birth on this special day! Born in Bethlehem, God's only son, Savior from our sins, He is the only one! So as I remember the Christmas's of old, The greatest of all, was the one the prophets foretold!
The Saving Light of Calvary Stand not in the shadow of the cross But rather in its saving light. For the shadow portrays death; The light makes sinners right. There's no sin so great His forgiveness cannot touch. He's healed them all before, Because He loves so much. Stand not in the shadow of the cross For there it's too hard to see Anything other than hardships; The world's constant misery. The Saving Light of Calvary Lights up all the world! You have the choice today; The result of your choice to be unfurled. The Saving Light of Calvary Makes shadows a thing of the past. Look forward to the light For this old world won't last. Joy and peace will attend your soul, When you stand in the Saving Light. Even if the future appears bleak, Christ will give you insight. For The Saving Light of Calvary, He suffered more than we can know. All he asks is that we surrender Our lives to him here below. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2012 Featured in my Easter Poem's Book published 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com
Drops falling. The tears of gods Forgotten or forsaken Tapping at windows Begging for repentance Those Cruelly recalcitrant To their design.
watering the earth mists combine as breath returns when walking with thee
Along the road of life, I carry a large load… It feels quite heavy… As I travel a "bumpy" road. This load I carry is often difficult to bear… At times, I stumble… And caught "unaware…" The trials and hardships of life… I shall endure… I'll try to stay on a path that is "safe" and "secure." There are times, however, when I get in a hurry... As the storms of life often cause a "flurry." During my travel… As I look up to the darkened skies… I can almost look into my heavenly father's eyes… As God reaches down his arms so strong… He's there to lead me when things go wrong. The Lord is there to help with my heavy burden… He's also my guiding light… through life's "dark curtain!" The Lord is my shepherd and is with me where I go… He's brought strength and rest for my weary soul. This load I carry may be full of so many things… But grows lighter because of the love that God brings! By Jim Pemberton
I'm already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning. I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day. My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming! Ah, I'm feeling alive inside and I think I'll just stay right here for each second of today. I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up, I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup. It's the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say, Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array! There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup! I'm smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away, Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they're in tune! Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you. Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink, No way Jose! I can't sing! My silly, silly little birdies, Y'all know my singing stinks. My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot, I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I'm just not giving a hoot. So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today, By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2005
Leaves fall down - To the barren ground Winter sails inward Wind blows fierce Alone on a hillside - Majestic, at peace Stands the tree in all beauty Without any leaves No thought, plans, or worries - No stress or woe No shame, darkness, or pity "To be" is all it knows The lessons to be learned - Every day, every hour From nature's calm acceptance To relinquish hope for power We are one with the universe - No beginning and no end We are all here in this together Flora, fauna, Father, friend Written by Leah Chesser 11/27/2012
Back To the Beginning I remember As a little girl Christmas Eve sitting around the fireplace With my brothers and sisters Listening to Mom and Dad As they told us the story Of the first Christmas Christmas morning getting up and getting dressed Going to church in our Sunday best Mom and Dad walking up the aisle With five little ones right behind I really miss those times When Mom and Dad made Christmas special Never losing the true meaning Always taking us Back To the Beginning I am all grown up now As I find myself, getting caught up in the hustle and bustle of Holiday shopping Competing with whatever I did last year Then there is a moment when I stop and think Of Christmases past How back then it did not matter what it was How it was all about the togetherness The fun of getting ready and going to Christmas Mass Then coming home and all helping prepare Christmas Dinner Opening gifts and seeing what Santa brought us was nice I admit The true spirit of Christmas Is what I miss the most Therefore, I take myself Back To the Beginning As I hang each ornament on that tree Hang lights around a door or window I think about how I can show a good example Do what Mom and Dad did for me and Take my loved ones Back To the Beginning Lead by example that is what I have learned So this year though I may give a few gifts I will keep in mind The person I am trying to find a gift for Why are they so special and dear to me What would be the best way to show Them how much they mean to me. Most of all I want to help Remind them Or teach them What Mom and Dad taught me The true meaning of Christmas So please dear Lord help me As I take my loved ones with me Back To the Beginning By: Jean Shular
The Secret Revealed to Joseph ©2011 C. Brent Cloyd About the birth of Christ men have much to say, But the Bible says it came about this way. Joseph proposed and to Mary was engaged, But then he received news that left him enraged. She was pregnant, Joseph, surprised discovered. A cloud of fear and shame around her hovered. Joseph knew that to him it did not belong. His natural response was she had done wrong. Embarrassed, Joseph needed to save some face, Yet wanted to spare Mary public disgrace. It was decided they would quietly divorce, Live separate lives on a different course. Considering this option, he had a dream, An angel revealed "things were not as they seem". The child she carries was not seeded by man. The life planted in her was by divine plan. That conceived in her is by the Holy Ghost, A gift from on high, wrapped by the Lord of host Now take her as your wife and be not afraid. The prophets foretold that this plan had been made A son will be born; Jesus will be His name, A much needed savior who will merit fame. Misunderstood, earth's favor He will not win, But He will save man from penalty of sin. His true identity known only by few, His childhood well-being I entrust to you, His worth and character men will much discuss. They will call Him Immanuel, "God with us".
stream of life a peaceful river of flight I gather my thoughts immerse myself , anew absorbing all that surrounds a God sent paradise received I climb high above the fortress walls a song of a new beginning cries out.... "contest"
Wreath of spiritual colors enriches visions of beauty. Beauty of life, love, faith, flow in charismatic style. Style with glory of simplicity us each day share. Sharing respect, with no distraction in daily life, Life that surrounds every leaf that adorns nature, Nature wrapped circle that envelops its gift. Gift of peace, goodwill, graced in silver bells, Bells ring of sounds of joy of New Year's beauty. Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta Contest Name Christmas wreath
Anger Resentment Unforgiveness Tears of the soul Ears of the heart Listen to my heart Open your soul Embrace tomorrow Arise dawn let the dusk not conceal u Shinning star Wishing upon today The sun will shine Tomorrow will come The Moon will give birth to my day
The Prince of Life Has Risen The prince of darkness Had the Savior's tomb sealed. One hundred guards stationed all about, But a great earthquake all revealed. A heavenly angel clothed with bright beams Of God's glory illuminating his pathway. The guards shook with great fear; The hosts of darkness fled away. This angel moved the stone, As though it were a pebble. He called to Christ, "Son of God come forth." The earth shook, lightening and thunder to assemble. Christ came forth from the grave With the tread of a conqueror; Brightness lit the end of the night; Roman guards fainted, each like a toy warrior. The Prince of Life Has Risen; An earthquake witnessed the moment. Over sin He triumphed And over every mortal torment. Satan thought he'd triumphed, As Christ lay asleep in His grave, But when He arose on Sunday morning, Satan knew this kingdom he couldn't save. He knows he must finally die And that's why Satan wants revenge. The destruction of as many as he can— God the Father to avenge. The Prince of Life Has Risen And will destroy Satan in the end. So choose not the darkness, But the glory that our Prince of Life does send. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2012 Featured in Easter Poem's Book published 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com
UNSUPPORTED CODE What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
God said; My provision for you is more than enough. I'll see you through when the going gets rough. I'll give you joy unspeakable and the half hasn't been told. I am Jehovah...your provider... more precious than gold. I am the sufficient one who's able to meet your need. Come to the table I've prepared for you...and feed. Eat of the Bread of Life that only I can give! Allow it to enrich your soul each day you live. Come and drink of my water which never shall run dry. I am the eternal one.! I am El-Shaddai! I can quench your thirst in a dry and barren land. I am here for you! Give me your trust and your hand. Let me do what no other power or God can do. I am that I am! I am God! And I'm here for you! By Jim Pemberton
i see it before me i have not stepped towards, nor walked along its direction it is clearly there for me to do so the decision can stray left or right of the way I go and all I know is that it starts before me
silky sunlight stirs the air then, falling supine with motion spills upon striking tips of oak clenched between bony fingers a passing vision of life, where lucid thoughts and passionate needs are found resurrected in a winter's day the graves of yellow daffodils lie beneath a blanket of fallen snow inspiring faith in tomorrow
Autumns design takes candor beyond man. Showing reality we all try to hide. Sharing nakedness broad in noble plan, Though recycling natures secure pride, Bolder, at the end of her life's span, Humanities autumn takes us on a ride. If we should not heed our mortals sign. Live life full of honor and truly shine.
SERENITY RESPONSE The winds of autumn blow Creating change The crux of the matter Do I bend or do I break? Willow knows the truth She may weep besides waters deep But she drinks in courage to face the future And bends when winds do blow And in her serenity - she survives 'She accepts the things she cannot change' © Brenda V Northeast 24th Jan. 2011 For Nette Onclaud's- Serenity response The Serenity prayer by Reinhold Niebuhr God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference Amen
Clouds bring on a storm, the hidden sun can't keep me warm, winter is months away, but sadness dissipates as haze... when sun rays start a celestial blaze; who, besides me, wouldn't wish to stay? On this bay, the ocean breeze is cooler than the city's wind... nothing get trapped among skyscrapers; I can easily breathe and think of something wild: like sailing on the fastest boat and discover amazing places and nearing the orange horizon, I'll succumb to tears! Come brilliant sunset, pause to let me admire how you spread your pastels throughout the entire universe to make many dream, or wish they owned some of it for escape; come lovely sunset, and charm me with the scenery of bright colors never seen in the evening sky, and this sighting I'll behold to soothe any dire to reach the unnamed comets and galaxies beyond it! Stars march towards me, quicker than warriors, invading my limited space; let them shine as many distant suns while sadness dissipates as haze to get rid of all menacing clouds... before they strip meadows of their beautiful flowers!
Beauty Surrounds WLM Wildncrazy555 June 27, 2011 See the wonders of the world As they pass to us unfurled Such an amazing light Sun shining so bright Flying on the wing Hear the birds sing The grass so green Such a sight has you ever seen The lilies in bloom Orange hue in their flume I see stars in my head Of the roses so deeply red The crate myrtles so pink They cause me to blink Birds sitting in the trees Catching the cool summer breeze Dogs continually play Let them stay and have their way The fluffy clouds so high Up, up high in the sky The trees they sway In the wind they play The magnolia blooms The beautiful pearly white flumes The scent so pungent So sweet to the smell The bees they separate Jump from flower to flower to pollinate God's wonderful earth Created for our birth We shall begin again From now until the end
By dusk, the day will take its toll I unwind with my daily stroll And every day my eyes behold A tree, upon a mound. I see his life how he would see We keep eachother company Together, just my tree and me And noone else around. We laugh and sing and dance and play And quickly waste the sun away And soon its light that lights the day Is nowhere to be found. And now it seems I cannot see I'm stuck here, fading, with my tree Embraced, my mind becomes the leaves My soul becomes the ground.
What best friends hand in hand you walk existing together through time, never separated for reasons do seasons exist Not always expected but you show up anyway, with each ticking of the clock am assured you're still there only to show up at the right time seasons are for reasons reasons for seasons never defined Time comes and goes tears fall, pain laughter, glory and shame exist expectations are fulfilled or denied all in it's seasons for it's reasons You wait for no one never delayed, never hastened nothing holds you back not even fear you are indeed the season that exist for your own reason making all things beautiful in it's season for it's reason
We welcome unexpected winter births In this cold country: A new warmth Delivered in our midst. So far a-field we are, no home or hearth, Our lives and this somehow entwined, His investment in future's salvation Safe within this small skin. Awakened in darkness, eyes straining to See the faces of the desperate, hopeless Strangers aching for a glimpse of promise. Sleep now, precious gift, and do not Dream of tomorrow's tomorrow. Love's labor Will stay the bitter Easter for this Christmas child. For a while.
Once again the Supreme Player has dealt the unfortunate card From the famine in my lands To the quakes in Haiti, and the other parts Then the floods in Australia Now the quake in Japan I wonder what to make of these times In the meantime, I'm just gonna be glad to be alive And send my heart to those who survived Sorry for the greatest loss of your time My kind and I will each lend a hand in kind Continue to see yourself as worthy in the eyes of your creator For such are the shortcomings of nature Even we human beings who're meant to be better, ...always falter Even the machines we make with our acute intelligence, ...always have their failures It's not time to point fingers of blame It's time to offer tonnes of help Even he who has help worth only a feather's weight Will find his place in the plaque of gratitude ...For helping restore the better days The past is what was The present is the gift we've been waiting for We must now make profit of the achievements we harnessed in yester days For today is for the purpose of manufacturing a better day It is so hard to move forward while fixated with the scenery passed So please to all of us in misfortunes of a kind Let's carry on ahead and take from the past ....only the wealth of better lessons and faith For as sure as one step ahead of the next will make us progress Tomorrow is sure to erase all the sorrows and regrets ...and all the pains of yester days Be keen, on your face a better smile to paint Be keen, in your heart a better feeling to pump Be keen, in your mind a better lesson to plant Be keen, in your present a better experience to deserve Be keen, in your future a better result to forecast
Nothing makes one forget the stillness of a warm noon more than that memorable stroll with our sweetheart as butterflies gently flutter over us to be admired, making us remember the tender beauty that spring was. Everything around us emanates joy, harmony is seen everywhere in this forest, but peace isn't the only thing the traveler seeks, and surely bluejays can arise much curiosity with their songs that sound good to the ear. Walk with us on flowery paths, say hello to the timid squirrels with long, patchy tails; rosemary bushes are fragrantly sweet... to remind all the tender beauty that spring was.
Winter weather Days divine Honour honourable Appreciative active Godly gregarious Jays jewels Trees tall Brave bold Kindly kept Luxurious liked Queenly quizical Real rhyme Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
There is a time for each season… To everything made… There is a divine reason. A time for purpose under the heavens above… A time for meaning from a God of love. A time to be born. A time to die… A time to farm the ground under the beautiful sky. A time to kill. A time to heal... A time to tear down and to build up with a passion and zeal A time for weeping. A time for laughing… A time to mourn. A time for dancing. A time to keep... A time to throw away. A time to tear. A time to make amends today. A time to get. A time for losing… A time to keep. And to give away at our choosing. A time for silence. A time to speak… A time for each hour and day of the week. A time for love. A time for hate… A time for war. A time for peace at your gate. How will you spend the time God has given to you? What is your choice? What will you do??? May this be a time living in God's purpose and design. He created you and made everything beautiful in his time! By Jim Pemberton 05/22/10 Read Eccl. 3:1-11
Who made the sun That brightens the world; Who made the moon,and a million stars That send ripples of light in the darkness And the silver glows in the hot afternoon. Who made the air That cools me on a afternoon; Who made the gentle summer breeze From the sea; Who sends the rain; Who have my life.
Drifts snow upon the road - shines stars like diamond spark, above the sodium glow of streets - falls omnipresent dark. Blaze bright the window panes - translucent curtains drawn, curls smoke in charcoal twists - the long descent to dawn. Await the children there - quilted and cocooned, eyes closed in sleeping trust - on dreaming isles marooned. Faith no more lies pale - yet burns with love inflamed, fanned by the breath of hope - and innocence reclaimed. If only adult minds - that drain 'till they fall cold, could feel this dream again - turn rusted thoughts to gold. Then they would know full well - the love of ancient kings, the wonder and the grace - of joy in childlike things. Bright visitor returns - his yearly, ceaseless quest, with eyes of gleaming frost - and gifts of timelessness. In morning tide the eyes - of children hold his gleam and all things may be possible - if they believe the dream...
Jesus Is the Answer Jesus is the answer to a hopeless situation He' brings peace and the gift of salvation Jesus is the answer when all seems lost He purchased your life with his death on the cross Jesus is the answer to "a world gone mad." He'll give you joy and a reason to be glad! Jesus is the answer to a family torn apart. His love will be the glue to "fix" a broken heart. Jesus is the answer when all seems to go wrong. In his arms of mercy & safety is where you belong. Jesus is the answer when there's no one to turn to. He's here right now... patiently waiting for you! Jesus is the answer and waits at your heart's door. He'll bring the satisfaction you've been looking for! Jesus has the answers in his word... so pure! The words he speaks are true and secure! Why not come to "the answer?"... For all your prayers? He is someone who loves you and really cares! "The answer" to everything is what he brings! He's the alpha and the omega... our EVERYTHING! By Jim Pemberton 02/07/09
I wonder why that one leaf clings lone and wind-tattered to the weathered old oak; held firm between gnarled fingers long after the others have given in to spiral dance in bravery to the ground below Is there hope, a promise made between leaf and tree of something greater yet to come, or is it reluctance to let go, even fear that inspires such hesitation? I have been more and less like the second leaf, than the first (though I would dearly love to know what it waits for) I lack the patience for hanging around so I let go into the arms of fate never to know whether I will fall or be caught until I have arrived
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The more I am away from you, The more I want you here. The more I do without your love, The more I want you near. I know that it makes little sense To want what's not around, But there's just one true love for me And that's the one I've found. We've gone through all the weather maps, The sunshine and the rain, But I would take a sea of storms To be with you again.
This habit has a hold of me. .. I can't seem to break it! I'm so discouraged … I can't "shake it!" I don't know what to do, or where to turn… When I tell others about it. They're not concerned… What am I going to do in a situation like this? It seems like my life is just one huge mess! The "satisfaction" I seek… I haven't obtained. I've only myself… And no one else to blame… Many discouraging thoughts have entered my head. Each night I cry out loud before going to bed… I can't think or do anything like I once did. I don't know how much longer I 'm going to live. Can you help me Jesus? I know that you can. There's no one else who'll listen or understand… I'm going to get on my knees and begin to pray… And ask for God's help. I'll do it TODAY! I trust his power to break this habit of mine… This is the hour! This is the time! I need true freedom. And a love that will last. Everything I've tried… Disappears fast! To you Lord Jesus I give my life that's broken. "Please come into my heart…" Are the words spoken. "Help me Lord to have victory within…" "And thank you Lord for being my friend!" By Jim Pemberton 02/05/11
A luminous sun steadily glaring Becomes a phenomenal scene Can blind the observer's eyes Diffusing its light very quickly Effulgent as a winter's moon Fascinating as the calmest sea Grand illusion of the unreachable Paradise Herald of the unconquerable skies Image of the painter's mind Jocular clouds turning gold Key West resembles a desert Lambent dense buckwheat Masterpiece of His handiwork Nascent serenity exalted by bells October's imminent farewell Piercing the peace of a perfect morning Quotidian prayer recited by the fisherman Ravishing his sincere soul Satisfying the unwavering belief Tending to instill more faith Unimpeachable as integrity Veracious as Christ himself Wayward as untamed wind xenon turning to sweet aroma Yellow bay guarded by black rocks Zenith's color is tangerine not blue
Our Future... I do not know what our future may bring, But there's a promise I know... this one thing. Jesus has promised to take care of us, If we'll simply give HIM all of our trust. Sometimes it's difficult... during times of uncertainty, But Jesus wants to be our security... It's hard to say in words it really is To know he is mine and I am his... I think of the coming days ahead... God's children are never forsaken, nor their children begging for bread... By Jim Pemberton © 2008
There was a woman caught in an adulterous act. Her accusers came after her with all of the "facts…" She came to Jesus. .. With a heart-felt plea. "Master…." "Have mercy on someone like me!" Jesus looked at her as she wept and cried. So many other things she had already tried. Coming to Jesus… She felt scared and alone… Jesus told her accusers; "You without sin." "Throw the first stone." One by one… They dropped the stones and fled. Rather than face the truth… They ran away instead… Jesus told the woman; "Your forgiven." "Go and sin no more…" She was the meaning of what God's grace was meant for. If you're caught in a situation, with "no way out…" This is what the meaning of salvation is all about! Any "accusers" you may have, will quickly run and hide. When to Jesus you come… And have him "on your side…" Allow the master to cleanse your life this very hour… And experience the love of his life-changing power! He'll take you in with his arms wide open. "You're forgiven!" Will be the lovely words spoken! Be "caught up" in the savior's redeeming grace… He'll give you hope and put a smile on your face! By Jim Pemberton 03/04/11
It was a glorious, hot day soothed by the August's breeze; the town's copper bells harmoniously chimed in their old, sturdy bell towers as the band tuned to their festive sound with trumpets, trombones and marching drums. The large square resounded with thousands of voices, a procession of faithful flowed to the Church of Saint Stephen. I ran upstairs with heavy breath to tell my sister to follow them, but there on the flloor she layed with upward eyes, kind of lifeless; and so hepeless not to find anyone, I stepped outside and saw the saint's pious face and invoked Him for a miracle...suddenly I went back, and instantly her face regained color and she began talking. I was convinced that such a miracle happened because of my firm faith, and that vision reinforces my belief that saints are the intercessors of God.
God... What a wonder you really are! You formed every planet and every star. You created and put everything into place. Your creation is a reflection of your beauty and grace. Over everything. Lord God. You rule. The heavens are your throneroom. The earth... Your footstool! All of creation groans in anticipation of Christ' return. We shall get a new heaven. One day... this earth will burn. God's majestic slendor. This universe does hold. Has given me salvation .. His face I'll behold! God... who created man from the dust of the ground. Has given me new life & planted my feet on higher ground! I love and serve you Jesus both now and forever! I worship your majesty and behold your splendor! By Jim Pemberton 2008
Ribbons of light rained down tonight, From a moonless, inky sky. So bright they were as they blew about, So near and yet so high. I watched transfixed in wonderment, As they twisted and billowed out, And wondered at their merriment, As they glowed and danced about. I'm stricken by mystical beauty, As they writhe across the sky; Twisting, turning, shooting, churning, As through the night they fly. They seem to be a living thing, At play in the midnight blue; In a cabalistic ocean, Of deepest, darkest hue; Bringing out their colors, Like a rainbow come alive, And I'm so blessed to see them, As they bend and twist and dive. The wonders of God's handiwork, Nature at it's best, Is shown to me when we're alone, And I'm My Maker's guest. Judy Ball "Then God said, 'Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night, and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days and years." Genesis 1:14 And It Was So.
SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM Abbreviated by an early autumn night the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun, relented to September, as if dying might give reason to all things the heat and time has done; The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust, and water tables sink down to a new found low, but love always goes on, as love, it always must, through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go. There in the field, an old man points his maple cane as if a prophesy, and something we should know, always, always, always, there will be too much rain, or not enough, and only love can ever grow. There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan, up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow; and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than the fences seperating everything we know; and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze, there's little we can do, but hope for early spring, always, always, always, we fall down to our knees in love and prayer that times like this always will bring. Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much, for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky, and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch, excepting love, and that is all that gets us by. Always, always, always, love has to always be, though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain, though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe, if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.
I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall dusting the ground where the white wolf calls her cry is soon anwered and then echoed by them all as they look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall and listen to her mourn for the loss of someone small because she had given birth this same night in her den's hall but his life did slip away as the white flakes start to fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I want to join her song and help her to stand tall I raise my voice and sing rising high above them all and add my strength to theirs as the white flakes still did fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall learning that same night which I have never known at all a wolf does not exist without an answer to its call so I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall
Love must be so pliant , like a blade of grass, Bowing to the wind, till the storm has passed. Love is enigmatic Like the sphinx's smile. Waiting for an answer, Nothing is on file. Love is often near us Yet we do not see. Sometimes where we are Is just the place to be
God... What a wonder you really are! You formed every planet and every star. You created and put everything into place. Your creation is a reflection of your beauty and grace. Over everything. Lord God. You rule. The heavens are your throneroom. The earth... Your footstool! All of creation groans in anticipation of Christ' return. We shall get a new heaven. One day... this earth will burn. God's majestic slendor. This universe does hold. Has given me salvation .. His face I'll behold! God... who created man from the dust of the ground. Has given me new life & planted my feet on higher ground! I love and serve you Jesus both now and forever! I worship your majesty and behold your splendor! By Jim Pemberton 2007
The winter sun stays longer now, Now as the seasons start to turn, Returning life beneath the snow, The snow that held the earth's sojourn. A poet sits beneath a tree, A willow tree bedecked with buds, The buds of blooms waiting to be, Beneath the tree, my heart now thuds. The goddess works her magic round, Around the earth she calls for life, The living seeds burst in the ground Upon the ground, the signs are rife. The sparrow sings its mating call, A call to love and dance again, Once again, the earth lives for all, And for all ends the winter's reign. Form: Wreathed Quatrains
(Chorus): My name is breda Donkey 'Pon my back is de Christmas story A carry God's son an' mercy Down through the ages to wi glory De baby born in Bethlehem's manger Wi creator, redeemer, how stranger Ole Balaam let mi carry him Fi guh sell the Massa prophecy An angel did appear to him An' bring me square in history Ole Balaam saw a star Coming out of Jacob family Jesus coming from beyond afar To bring all sinners mercy So one night breda Joseph call mi Him seh O donkey come carry Mary I know it was Balaam's prophecy For Bethlehem's star was bright above me No room, no room for the baby Not a preacher in the earth was ready So mi call 'pon mi animal family Jesus cum guh mek yuh manger ready The street was full of trafficking While merchants count their money Wi sang glory to man's joy born king Jesus is the manger baby Hush Mr. cow nuh bawl again Red Heifer yuh sacrifice over Likkle lambs guh skip 'pon de plain Bethlehem bring forth the redeemer Sweet likkle turtle dove you are free The covenant of the ark is broken Sweet Jesus bring love and jubilee Same de greedy ole Balaam had spoken But mi is donkey an mi work nuh done A carry him before the cross Mi labor till de second coming of the son Sin is mi burden, but a him it cost This song is written to the tune of Jamaican folk song: "Good evening, Mrs Cunningham It is written for two voices that blend to sing the chorus, but sing each stanza in 2 parts. It tells the story of Christmas from a donkey's point view, and yet stay true to the Bible discourse. Some words are peculiar to the Jamaican dialect for coloring of the song: Breda: brother; 'pon:upon; de:the; wi:our; ole:old; mi:me; fi:to; guh:go Cum:come ... had all words recapitulate to the Jamaican dialect even young Jamaicans would have been alienated --- for the language was not encouraged in our homes where it was considered bad talking. It is being revived through academics at the UWI again.
Have you slowed your busy pace to take notice of a drop of rain? As the sun glints through it, do you see its natural and quiet beauty? Becalm your soul in the exquisite burst of color from a leaf after autumn's first kiss. Have you tuned your ear to the fall of the first snowflake of winter? Become mesmerized by the quiet order in natures every soft footfall? As the season's tiptoe past, do you draw inspiration, or blindly immerse yourself in the bland cares and concerns of your daily rush? Grinding your soul into nothingness on the treadmill of society's thoughtless whims. Imprisoned in a self-made sightless box of disregard. Your spirit slowly snuffed out without so much as an objection to the lack of trial or jury. Will you call a mistrial, or will you pray for a last minute death row pardon? Have you betrayed your soul? Summer Gratias
CHRISTmas is in your heart, not in the malls. MERRY CHRISTMAS.....
I watched the raindrops one by one they fell they filled an empty hole till it became a well every word of yours is dew like this rain I seek the hole here large and empty for a cistern of waters keep Within I hold these waters as a gift for you the life within a garden cannot without them do The moisture collects in clouds and wind their circuits round the earth each day their routes can now be firmly mapped its requirements to life portray The bounties hidden in a desert you won't ever see in bloom until the rain its torrents fall saturates the seeds entombed Your words are livings waters they must fall upon the seed they cannot germinate or grow they require this moistures deed Mankind's become a desert place where scorpions and snakes do dwell life here is with the cold blooded from the rainforest they have fell Comprehensive examples have been left in all nature and histories show a better teacher than science books if we observe what's here to know The fabric of all of life holds me like a wadi tell like an archeologist who digs the sands and dell These nations want gold and silver but true riches they despise in the end pursuits of vanity will damn those who think they're wise Once again you refreshed my mind when I thought my well be dry the waters here clean and clear not bottled with a lie COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Lately... I've been wasting time on foolish things. Not living the kind of Godly life that only Jesus brings. Twenty four hours in a day, Jesus. How much time with you is spent? I've never really thought of what a commitment to you meant. I need to spend more time in your word and in prayer. Forgive me now of not doing this—I didn't even care! Even ten minutes with you Jesus is more that this world could give, This is what I need to do—as your child ought to live! So Lord, my time I give to you. Take total control. Make my life new... And by your word... Make it whole! My time with you is important! This I can see! Receiving your joy and knowing how much YOU LOVE ME!! By Jim Pemberton
Go to sleep Go to sleep My little ones Or Santa Just won't come For he knows when you are awake For He knows when you are asleep Close your weary eyes now And I'll go take a little peek Tap Tap Tap Upon the roof It's santa coming For I hear reindeer's hoofs Hush Hush now Don't say a word Better hurry And fall fast to sleep Or he just may leave you a big turd Let sugar plums Dance in those pertty little heads As I made sure Santa was nice and fead Cookies and milk With nothing else Oh thank you my dear Lord For this nice little cord For they are fast to sleep Now I can go back to bed And count my own lost sheep
Singing stars soaring in the sages' skies, Glorious gifts gesticulating in their gentle girdles Courteous colours courting in christmas' crest.
Jesus is with me every step that is taken, With HIM in my life—I am never forsaken! A straight and narrow path is what he will make, He's there to lead and guide me every step that I take. Every choice I have, every step that is made, The price for my life—on Calvary— has been PAID. His word shall direct me which way I should go, It shall be a lamp unto my feet down here below. His Holy Spirit will gently give me Godly correction And shall always lead me into the right direction… By Jim Pemberton 2006
Butterfly enclosed By its spinnings emerges Once seen as a worm
Blessed is he, who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly. Nor seeks counsel in their "wisdom" or folly. Blessed is he, that doesn't stand in the way of sinners too. Nor takes part in the things that scorners do. Blessed is he, who deilghts in obeying God's commands. He is attentive to his voice, and understands. Blessed is he, who meditates on HIS word day and night. It's the truth of his word, which gives him delight! He shall be like a tree planted by the streams of water. Though the fiery trials of life seem to get hotter. He shall bear God's fruit in due season. His love for him is the reason. When trouble comes his way... he shall not wither. God will protect him... as a believer! In all that he does... his life will be blessed! In Christ.... he'll find peace and a haven of rest... Blessed is he who is rooted and grounded in HIM. Who seek HIS ways and call God friend. Blessed are YOU ... very much indeed! Jesus is here now... and he's all you'll ever need! By Jim Pemberton 2008
When we are all alone when we don't know where to go we need to overcome the feet that trample us to the ground Some will persist to stay others will fall for everything if they don't stand for anything if you live for me I'll always live and if u die for me I'll live everyday for you Midnight lily; you are trampled underneath as they watch and stare waiting for a passion something to let you live come and see what you have come and see what you have is me if you hold on now more will come …they promise you but if you always hold on love can be true leaf turns to leaf live it when you can We all fall into grief not all the same lets be strong and rise again show them whom you are mortal if you live for me I'll always live and if u die for me I'll live everyday for you Midnight lily; you are trampled underneath as they watch and stare waiting for a passion something to let you live come and see what you have come and see what you have is me if you live for me I'll always live and if u die for me I'll live everyday for you Midnight lily; you are trampled underneath as they watch and stare waiting for a passion something to let you live come and see what you have come and see what you have is me it seems to get harder everyday but happy can't be happy without sorrow
(Ying Yang) Stagnant was his life; Her capricious habits grew, His ying was her yang
What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly dissappeared." Your circumstances can be decribed as "wierd." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxieity and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton 2006
An "Offended Brother..." "A brother ofended is harder to reach than a fortified city." It seems like many brothers dwell on their "self-pity..." Just look at how easy it is for most brothers to get offended. It could be you or I... Or someone they've befriended... Many stop having anything to do with a particular person. They read God's word. But fail to learn HIS divine lesson. Jesus said; "Blessed are you when you're cursed, persecuted and despised." So why do so many "brothers" hold "vengence in thier eyes?" Is there someone you know... Thay you've completely shut out? Is this what being God's child... Is really all about??? If Christ really gave to us. What we certainly deserve... Than his blood's atonement. Would not be perserved.. In spite of our sin and faults... God's heart bleeds... He's so willing for forgive and to meet all of our needs! Don't allow an offense to turn into a "huge brick wall." Christ came to forgive... And to be a sacrifice for all! By Jim Pemberton 10/09/09
I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe. And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge. The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large. And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse. The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse. The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge. The door had been widely opened and many came by barge. The stress was great because the world went into a reverse. Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards. Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before. And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards. And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door. The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all, And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall. ® Registered: Ann Rich 2008
Snow falls from on high Complete whiteout covers land Seasons complement
Are you looking for joy and satisfaction that you "haven't got?" The peace and joy which you seek… Simply can't be bought… Do you seek some kind of fulfillment in your daily activities? Meanwhile, pushing the envelope, " with your liberties? There's a road of "good intentions." It's wide and easy to find. But there's a narrow road… Which I have in mind… This narrow road, to many, may seem strange indeed… It's only on this road, where you'll find an answer to your need This road eventually leads to a life that's everlasting. This brings me to a question, which I'm asking… Are you ready to take the road that leads to heaven's gate? Will this be your choice? Before it's too late? Jesus stands at your heart's door and he's knocking.. The choice is yours… Which road you'll do your walking… Please take the narrow road… It can be difficult to travel… You should do this... Before this world begins to "unravel." Jesus. The prince of Peace... Rules the earth and heavens above… Won't you enter his haven of rest, and abundance of love? He is here waiting for you. So loving, patient and kind… Only in him… Will you find satisfaction and joy every single time! By Jim Pemberton 01/16/11
No good decision is made that starts out as a lie. A good decision is to live for Jesus-- why not give him a try? The truth is that God's son died for me and you! The decision to live for him-- what are you going to do? The lie is..it doesn't matter what kind of choice you make. The truth is...you must do it now! Before it's too late! You'll never know when your last day shall appear. Your final day on earth could be very near! A dedision for Jesus is the best choice to be made. His life for yours.. on calvary has been paid! Come to the cross and give everything to him! Come and experience the joy of being born again! A decision based on (God's)truth, is the best place to start. Jesus' blood will make within you a brand new heart. His gift of salvation is offered to all of mankind. "Now if the day of salvation... Now is the accepted time!" By Jim Pemberton 2008
As far as my mind can perceive, that which is all I have come to believe Stands true to my soul, and as I grow old realizing there's more to be seen. If you share same nature in feeling, and have courage enough not conealing Then dont be afraid, express it in ways, assessing the cards god is dealing. Trust that god in its general name, shows creater just what it has made Wayward cultures confused, helpless people are used in the race to place all the blame. You are brave enough to construct, true religion yet faux claims deduct Then you'll see there is reason for changing of season, and "coincidence" isn't just luck. Its whats positive that which I feel, and negative hits harder than steel I find more joy from the up, so darkness gets fluxed and spirit steers better my wheel. How did I possibly come to conlusion? obtain vision and not just illusion? I read people like books, so when teachers tried to look I either embraced or gave resolution.
Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung, Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads; No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - create time to get together; go fly a kite, or sit and chill, make daisy chains. Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days. In meadows baby lambs take their first steps; whilst mad March hare hops and plays with baby bunnies dotting the green fields of the countryside. A season where everything wants to bloom, time to trim those lawns and weed again; and all just in time before spring rains will once more aid those thirsty flowers and bulbs as they grow. For it is now that gorgeous butterflies flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand; pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks - crack open their Easter eggs, just in time to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.
This year has passed by quickly, changes everywhere. It's all been reminding me, of this life that we all bear. I thank God each day for this holiday. Reminding me of hope, saving me with Grace. It's all about a child, born one quiet day. Recognized by kings and paupers, that he will truly save. He was feared by some, and revered by others, no matter what day it truly was, it's a day to praise the birth of the King! Stand tall and sing, and praise Him more and more. Christ is born for us, to let us love like never before! Merry Christmas to all, don't let the gifts take your focus. Sit back and contemplate, this day that we all celebrate!
Still In Love... My son came to me with a question on his mind. I said; "Not now son— I just don't have the time." He said, "Daddy—are you still in love with Mommy?" "Do you love her like you did when I was in her tummy?" My eyes choked with tears; "Yes son I really do!" "I'm in love with her... and I appreciate you." "Daddy—will you always love me like you do mom?" "Yes my son—my love for you will always belong." I looked down and much to my surprise. There were tears running down my sons's eyes. He came running to me with his arms wide open. "Thank you daddy" were his words spoken. I picked him up and gave him a great big hug. As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug. His little arm reached up to grab my hand. I knew that what I said, he began to understand. I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife. She's been such a blessing- a great part of my life! By Jim Pemberton 2006
out in the pasture sits a church homemade by brothers hands and filled with dirt given to Mother so it stops her hurt decorated each Christmas for what's its worth as Mother lays down the cotton skirt out comes the angels the manger and baby Jesus without a shirt next comes her towering soldiers buried into the dirt holding their swords that really can hurt strewn lights gazes upon the pasture's dirt frozen in time like a star that shivers and quirks Mama's eyes glistens like fireworks bursts for all her effort and time even when she hurts as mother kneels in front of her church she praises baby Jesus for all he's worth comes in from the cold and winters bursts gathers the children as they all look at her work and tells us the story of a Christmas birth as we sip on hot chocolate and felt the hurt of how Jesus died for our sins on this earth as we wiped our tears with our night shirts I was glad to run out and relight the candles burst and give baby Jesus one more kiss and fix his grass skirt Tribute To Nativity Scenes Merry Xmas All Love Kathy And Jenny
Summer ended too soon Autumn leaves falls under the moon Snowflakes chills the winter air As spring flourishes with care Raindrops will slowly pour and give the seeds A new hope after the cold and lonely season The sun will shine as if it has never been deprived Of rising during the cold and lonely season The bitterness of seeing the leaves Cut-off from its mother branches The sorrowful sight of trees Uprooted from Mother Earth Even if the flowers are already withered For now it's leaves are sleeping A new branch will soon come out And the tree will be soon alive again Snow will soon vanish from your way The leaves of hope won't fall soon Neither shall the trees be uprooted That's the promise of spring God will keep forever.
Born to Bring Peace on Earth, Born to Mary, A Virgin Birth. Born to Bring Love to Mankind, Born to Joseph, Pure of Mind. Born to Bring Joy to the World, Born of the Spirit, God's Love Unfurled. The Star of David, The Wise Men Led – The Brightest Light To a Manger Bed. Cattle Lowing, While Angels Sang, Blessed Hallelujahs From Heaven Rang! Born to Heal - Born to Save - Born to Die – His Life He Gave.
The Night Belshazzar Died… The night when Belshazzar seen God's writing on the wall, He did not know that soon Babylon would FALL. This king who thought he was so "awesome and great." Didn't know that death soon would be his fate. "Eat, drink and be merry" was the motto of the day. But God had something else to say! The days of endulging themselves in wickedness and sin, Was soon to be destroyed by their enemies within. This life which for long you have enjoyed, Shall one day perish and be destroyed. Allow the "writing of God" to reach your heart's door. It is for you that Jesus died for! Don't allow the enemy to destroy your soul. For Jesus loves you more than you'll ever know! By Jim Pemberton 2008
Cold, grey stone in formation stand, Old standing stones, they gathered round, Around the magic close to hand, Old hands that grasped the Pagan ground. The joyous come to dance and sing, They sing the tales the ancients told, The stories told by bards of spring That spring shall come end winter's cold. All seasons turn upon the wheel, The wheel of life that never ends, At winter's end the warmth we feel, All feeling the path springtime wends. Form: Wreathed Quatrains
I once Knew a man who thought "things would get better." He had children and a wife. But soon left her. He met someone who "captivated his eyes." Having an appetite for her "beauty." and lies. His wife loved God and the kids with all of her heart. "How could this happen?" This question "ripped her apart." As a family. They went to church... and did their "Sunday best." How could this "happy" family turn into such a mess? Temptation can happen to anyone. Rich or poor. Be careful wha you allow to enter your heart's door. Regardless of whether you've been a "Christian" for "20 years..." One shameful act can cause heartache and tears. What God has given to you... Let no one take way. No matter what others think... Or what they might say. Stay true to God. You'll be glad you did! His love and joy will bless you each day that you live! This saviour is HERE NOW! And will never leave you alone! Allow HIM to bring peace and love to your troubled home! By Jim Pemberton 06/14/09
There is a time; there is a season- To every purpose and for every work: A time to be born; A time to die. A time to weep. A time to cry. A time to tear down; A time to kill A time to fix up A time to rebuild. A time to take a chance A time to dance; A time to embrace- A time to make haste. A time to get; A time to lose. A time to accept; A time to refuse. A time to speak and lift up the voice; A time for nothing more than to rejoice. A time for love; A time for hate. A time for war; A time for peace. A time to stay; A time to depart. But all time is given to serve God and each other- With true expressions of Love from the depth of the heart.
Our love is neither a rose or a thorn. One leaves us whole, the other torn. Which one is which? There is no trick. The first we smell; the second, pick. When we pick love we end its growth. Not just the picked but of us both. Together we must each have 'ground'. That's where love's nourishment is found
Blessed are the poor in spirit. Theirs is God's kingdom. Many blessings from God… They shall receive them! Blessed are they who mourn. They shall be comforted. In the loving arms of Jesus, they shall be well rested! Blessed are the meek. They shall inherit the earth. And shall receive from Jesus. A "brand new birth!" Blessed are they who hunger for righteousness. They shall be filled. A desire to know more of God… has been instilled! Blessed are the merciful. God's mercy they shall obtain. As they're an expression of Jesus' wonderful name! Blessed are they with a pure heart. They shall see God! Though many in this world, may think they're "odd." Blessed are those who are persecuted for God's kingdom. They share their testimony for Christ, to those who receive them! Blessed are you when others persecute you and accuse you falsely. Rejoice in the power of God! He loves you most assuredly! Rejoice that heaven shall one day be your reward! So YOU can rule and reign with Jesus our lord! Blessed are we who serve Christ… The anointed one! Blessed are God the father. The Holy Spirit. And the Son! By Jim Pemberton 10/31/10 Read Matthew 5:3-12
Deep green throughtout the valley attracts the beautiful, clestial bodies of different colors, to attest that this planet is more unique than others... why did its Creator gave it such an incredible glory? Is outhere life...are there intelligent beings alike us who know of our existence and try to reach us? They might have done so in mysterious, acient Egypt... look at those long-cones skulls...don't they suggest that? Deep green throughtout the valley stands out from with the blue of seas and oceans miles away, only at night it vanishes from sight to be completely transformed by darkness, but not without light. Why did God embellish this planet more than Junipter, Venus and Mars? Was He thinking of creating life with a concept that wouldn't fall in disarray by giving the first human couple a free will guided by rigid obedience? So as anxious as He was, His perfect plan became law, which some still obey today.
It was me that my savior chose... He's supplied all my needs— my food and clothes. He was there when I was laid off from work. Satan was saying, "you're no good—just a jerk." I admit; "my accomplishments— I do not boast." But I do exalt the Father, the Son and Holy Ghost. If not for God's love, I'd be dead, this I know. This is the reason why I love him so! He's done so much for me— it's hard to express. The privilege of being God's son— I am so blessed! I was a clay jar all broken apart, But the potter put me together from his heart. The glue he used was his love for me, That's why I'm happy and set free! This I know and hope you'll understand, He'll do the same for you— just reach out your hand! By Jim Pemberton 2005
Have you taken the time to tell God how much you love him? He is awesome and there is no greater power that's "above him" Have you taken the time to tell God how thankful you are? The one who formed the earth, the heavens and the stars… Have you taken the time to thank him for his grace? His beauty and glory are seen all over the place… Have you taken the time to meditate on his words given? The Bible needs to be the direction for the way you're livin'! Have you taken the time to think about all that he's done? You're here today because of the sacrifice of his son! Have you taken the time to think of his beautiful creation? He rules above all kings, presidents, or any nation… Have you thought about the planets in the heavens above? All that we can see is a reflection of his power and great love! Have you thought about the relationship this God wants with you? He's waiting to come into your life. What will you do? Think for just a moment of heaven's special invitation… Won't you accept the Lord and his free gift of salvation.? Think about God's gift of life that is offered to you and me… Christ can change you and give you life abundantly! By Jim Pemberton 04/18/11
He was born this day over two thousand years ago, A Savior for the world to know. The angels rejoiced, and shepherds went to see This baby born to set captives free. In your life have you done the same, Sought the gift that on Christmas came? Have you allowed Jesus to save you from sin? Have you invited this dear Savior in? If you haven't, this is what I pray, Accept the real gift of Christmas today. It's available to you if you ask and believe And Christ as your Savior you do receive. If you know Christ as your Savior now, Share what He's done in your life somehow, And give thanks to Him on the day of His birth For what His coming into your life is worth. May you know the spirit of Christmas all year through, And celebrate daily that Christ came for you.
Jesus... I've been wasting my time on foolish things. Not living a godly life, nor having the joy it brings. How much of my time... With God... Is actually spent? I've never thought of what a commitment to God actually meant. I need to spend more time in God's word. And in prayer. Forgive me dear Lord. I didn't even care! Even 10 minutes with you Jesus is more than what I've given. Living for you... all of the way. Is how I should be livin'! My God... My life, I give you complete control. By your precious blood, I can be made whole! My time with you is so important to me! In finding freedom in Christ. I have been set FREE! By Jim Pemberton 2006
There shall be a day which is coming near. Much of what people have shall dissappear. The things in life which many have enjoyed. Are being lost as many are bankrupt and unemployed. The future of many doesn't look good at all. As the economy all around us begins to fall. The stocks and bonds brought to many a "false security." Have fallen as a result of corporate greed and impurity. But wait! There's an answer to all of this "chaos and confusion." Your lifeline is a Holy Spirit' transfusion. Only by the blood of Christ can you have "peace of mind." Someone who'll be there for you "in a most difficult time." Your every need and burden can be brought to the cross. When everything around you seems "hopeless and lost." Jesus is the answer. Look to him... Who is solid and true! Through the trials of life... He will be there for you! He is more secure than a bank and will never let you down! He's a solid foundation and will put you on solid ground! He's the best unsurance.. the best 401k you'll ever know. It's only in him that you can be made complete and whole! His love is complete... steadfast and sure. His divine plane for you is 100% secure! By Jim Pemberton 2006
How beautiful is our God... And I shall praise him greatly! His presence has blessed me and filled my life completely, In Mt. Zion, he's to be praised... in the beauty of his holiness. He's more than worthy of praise, in his glory and righteousness. The joy of the earth... and beautiful is the situation... To all of mankind... He's extended mercy and salvation. He is known in high places as a God of refuge and shelter. I will shout of his praise... there's no reason to whisper. He is our God, and forever and ever, he shall reign. He's is worthy of all praise... that is due to his name! He shall lead and guide me from birth until death. And his praise shall continually be on my breath. Thanks be to God for everything he has done! And thanks to him for sending Jesus... HIS son! He gives everlasting water that never shall run dry. It is no secret how much he loves you and I! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalm 48: 1-4
Weaves with such ease Eternal seas and suns into One Avenues of harmless fun Venture in, the surfs up some. Equal marks of day and night Shorter ways to the longest light Seems to save time… Eave emits a Vernal rhyme Venture into my mind. Autumn signals the same Eternally we see without shame We ARE the intended perfection Of God's most loving devotion We are Creation. Winter Solstice Equinox Autumnal Vernal Equinox Summer Solstice
This 4th Of July To my fellow Americans, during this 4th of July. I have a question. Here's why; When we salute our flag ever so grand. Our country's foundation is sinking in "quicksand." This is because. From God... We're way "off course." Driven by lust, greed and an "immorality force ." Our ungodly government continues to rule. Anything of God has been removed from the school. We hear of "separation of church and state." Anything of God... Many people do hate! America! Listen to what this message is about. Everything of God is slowly being taken out! We must return to Jesus... Our freedom indeed. This is the right direction our country must lead. Godly living is worth the cost. For without God... America is forever doomed and lost! By Jim Pemberton 2007
Precious the creation of each blade of grass with wanton destruction how long can they last like showers carried on the cycles of wind knowledge is traded for gold in the end every molecule that exists is part of the whole without his consciousness mans without soul the threads of life display unequaled beauty to protect and preserve is more than a duty Guardians entrusted with care of the earth a failure of many to see what thats worth the voice of our actions how we are living that is the testimony whose service we're giving Twas Love that gave our fathers birth that wove the filaments of our earth who laid the circuits of our skies with knowledge made his children wise With careful thought designed where we would live the precious abode that to your children give nearly infinite the habitations given to explore a desire within for learning so very much more Flowers so deep in the desert blooms small decorations in so numerous rooms opulently have you adorned our planet many are those who think you have not planned it With fire and ice welded the universe the circuits of cosmos which around us skirts mankind has named them like their gods false stories that each millenia frauds each pattern contains the steps of a dance to intricate to have arrived merely by chance attempt we to trace the flash of beginning seems no amount of knowledge can prevent it from ending offered you have days of pleasure endless infinite life and resurrection of those we miss the very creation and its distribution of wealth bountiful resources and with perfect health how could I not before your promise kneel when you have offered our beings to heal where imperfection is turned into grace and all of our offenses you will efface before your people I will you extol the first and the last who gives us control I rest my soul in the course you have set because my happiness you will never forget sources psalm , prophets and the gospels COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
Have you been captured by the wandering of your eyes? Things you once held as true and wholesome-- you now despise. Have you been "captured" by an outward beauty? Thereby neglecting your God-given duty? Has your soul been consumed with sin's all-consuming fire? With an uncontrollable appetitie and an ungodly desire. In your heart, is the Holy Spirit an uninvited guest? No wonder your life is in such a huge mess! Your head is filled with fantasies and temptations of every kind. You pretend on the outside. But you've lost control of your mind. For your failures—you have only yourself to blame. Now's the time to repent— and call on Jesus' name! Though your sins be red as scarlet-- they can be washed as white as snow. Only Jesus can be true peace and satisfaction to your troubled soul. By Jim Pemberton (c) 2008
A tired old man walked down a snow covered street His clothes were in tatters He had rags on his feet......... It was Chritmas time in the big city. All the stores were brightly lit. There were Santas on every corner ringing their bell, hoping the busy holiday shoppers would drop a coin or maybe a few dollars into their pot. The old man was cold. He hadn't eaten in days. There was a crowd of people waiting at the bus stop at the corner. The old man approached one of the men standing there. "Please kind sir, could you please spare a few coins for a cup of coffee? It is very cold and I am very thirsty." The man looked at the poor beggar with disdain. "Get away from me you old bum" he said giving the old man a shove. The old man lay on the ground for several minutes, listening to the laughter of the people standing there. He finally pulled himself off the cold, snow covered ground and started walking down the street. He passed many people running in and out of the shops. He asked several more people for help, but he was either ignored or like the first man, they were very abusive. The old man was so tired and cold and hungry. He sat down on a crate in a dark alley. Suddenly, a bright light appeared. The old man disappeared and standing there, robed all in white, was Jesus. "Every year I come down here to see how things are going, and every year, all I find is hatred and greed. "Don't my children know that what ever they do to each other, I will do to them?' Jesus just stood there slowly shaking his head, and disappeared. The next time a stranger asks you for help, I hope you remember this little tale. You never know WHO you could be turning down. MERRY CHRISTMAS jojo7 2006
A Moment of Great Opportunity… Living for Jesus— What more could be said? A moment of great opportunity lies ahead. An opportunity to live according to God's divine plan. Even though I don't always understand. A moment with Jesus is time well spent. May I give him my all... 100 percent! In him, I'm complete, having been made whole. An opportunity now— to reach the lost soul! Jesus working through me is where it begins. Satan is defeated— Jesus always wins! This moment of opportunity is mine to live. May a servant's heart I continually give. I'm thankful for the opportunity of being born again. A new life in Jesus is where it all begins! In the days ahead— there's a joy that waits. An opportunity to one day— enter heaven's gates! By Jim Pemberton C. 2008
We're at the seasons' end I won't suffice to their Judgement for We can overcome I'm sorry I couldnt always be what you wanted me to be, My dear Marie But this is my covenant to thee We were born from the same flame you and I Without a shame we can discard the pain compared to our love it is just disdain The passion can not fly away My dear sweet marie This is my covenant to thee You're my escape when i need flee to The other side of the sea My single belief, my dear marie The passion of you and me flies away With the keeper of the bees Nightingales sleep and dream of our Starcossed beams, my sweet marie, It was meant to be This is my covenant to thee
Be it health, finance, or be it age We all are forced to look upon Whatever before us now doth lay. With a new year apporaching It's birth just hours away I wonder how many will find Themselves alone or wrapped In the arms of a loving companion Both ready and eager to meet Whatever is coming their way. When the hour strikes midnight And the New Year opens wide If you are not with me, nor I with you You can rest assured you will be in my thoughts And I hope my memory will be there with you. We all have our battles and our bridges too burn But New Years' Eve should be special For a new beginning is about to be born. We won't live forever nature will see to that We only have now the presence And it should be filled with laughter and love. Builded around a willing sprit One able to share One willing to care. For there is really not many moments to waste Life waits for noone as the hands of time move onward Their life spans become shorter Or so it does seem As this New Years' strikes up the band May it play a loud note So our hearts can sing.
Who's this kind fellow I'm beholding @ Facebook Wearing a very nice apparel well-fitting for a Val Day's Service? Am I a genuine brother to this good-looking lady And hence where'd we quickly get to, to unite, Exchange some few words, and say a dedicatory prayer? If we'd planned to get to a brothel house some inmates There'd come fast to us, Why not forget all your norms, all raging storms Get set your tents with some little cents, take these condoms And wildly explore through whoredom? Surf with gently your web browser, launch deep, find ex-friends Without measure, Oh the pleasure, the thrill, just enjoy the Power! If we'd decided to get to the mosque, lo a most happy welcome There'd await us; we'd get some water, wash our hands, our ear-lobes, Our legs We'd get in there with our earnest songs and prayers, But remaining in separate quarters there'd be our sole choice And too difficult a solemn task. If we'd agreed to get to church ushers there'd smile with us We'd hear the din of Jesus' disciples who told the violent Blind man to live in silence, they might see us in a panorama Our blessings would seek to grab from us like clear manna, Distract our attention, retract our petition While to God we express our real penitence; And here do we stand to affirm our hearts desire We wouldn't relent in efforts our gifts to present, We'd call upon Christ, and surely get out from the mire. We wouldn't stay here long to stain the excellent aroma, On our gold, our frankincense, our myrrh. As joy and gladness are partners together May our friendship last forever; these two virtues may We never miss: Hold my hands my dear, grant me a hug My beloved, but I need on my cheeks first a holy kiss.
Are you ready for Christmas~have you lifted the tree Are your lights through Christ shining bright~for everybody to see (everybody should see) Your good deeds and your gifts of love~that you're presenting to Him And they'll praise God above for His Son~the gift He's given to them Are you ready for Christmas~will you surprise Him this year With the harvest of love and faith~bidding others come near (bid all others come near) To the banquet of Christ the King~don't let your candles grow dim In the room of your heart prepared~because this day is for Him Now are you ready for Christmas~carolling of His birth Retelling Jesus' death to life~til He returns to this earth (He'll return to this earth) With His angels and trump of God~forever we'll be with Him So share this joy with the world like the shepherds of Bethlehem
Satan goes about as a "roaring lion." "Seeking whom he may devour." Be careful! He could "ensnare" you this very hour! He knows our weaknesses. Our "vulnerable points" within… This is where so many of our trials and heartaches begin! He is sure up to the challenge. He's up to the task! "How could this happen to me" You may wonder and ask… He tempts you at your weakest point, and then tries to pull you down… He attempts to smash your life… Right into the ground! He tries to create havoc, confusion, and much despair… Trying to get you all alone… And catching you "unaware…" The only one who can overcome Satan and his evil force… Is the power of Jesus Christ. He must daily be your source! He alone can bring the victory! Satan is already defeated! Christ can make you whole again! With him, you're COMPLETED! His power, love, and wondrous grace is more than sufficient! He'll take away your every sin! His blood is efficient! Allow Christ to bring the victory and make you whole today! He will stop anything that Satan may "throw your way!" This "lion" will shut his mouth at the mention of Jesus' name! With HIM on board. Things will never be the same! By Jim Pemberton 04/12/11
I have many qualities and talents that make me popular and likeable for my kindness, and unpretentious gallantry; ask me if I'm blue-blooded like the gentry! I exist for a purpose and I intend reveal my cause; honesty and shrewdness will guard me against errors... do weeds grow in a well-maintained and embellished garden? A grubby garden attracts gloominess, mine appeals to sunshine! I have traveled down rough and dark roads, grabbing the attention of bad-wishers, who handed me gooseberries, not gorse; it was a clumsy course swarming with rocks and thorns! I exist for a purpose that puts fear into my unseen enemies, who grumble and judge more than the-assumed-righteous-ones, they are obsessed with their perfection and like to impose it on me; but do they know that I control my destiny by spinning my fortune' wheel? My belief is not to accept anything of worthless beauty, I love to hide myself in the grain fields,and shake their stalks... to celebrate a harvest more bountiful than sunflowers; and I imagine myself gorging on fresh-baked bread daily! O golden grains, your seeds satiate many that earn their hard living, saying grace at mealtime...as God gives them His blessing; and those hands that cut the husks off are much detested by the elite with a feeling of inferiority and a lack of gratitude! I exist for a purpose to bring glory to the Heavens, that magnificently dazzle upon me in times of desperate need; pity is an unacceptable word whenever they attempt to make a deal; I change no direction and try not to fall into the trap of moral weakness! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Summer Light -Thru the Trees Summer Light - Spotted Me Summer Light - Palest Gold Summer Light - Bright and Bold I Saw Summer Light Descend Summer Light, Made Shadows Bend Summer Light, On An Emerald Pond I Reached Out… It Touched My Palm Summer Light, It Fell Like Powder Or a Floating Incandescent Feather Came Down, Like A Sheer, White Swan Summer Light – Lifted Wing-Like Arms So Sunrays Slanted – Shone-Misty Summer Light-Beams, Embraced Me Warm, Wonderful Summer Light Touch Me Tender, Solar- Might Summer Light, When I Was Lost Summer Light, Found Me 'fore Frost Summer Light - None Else Looked For Me… Summer Light Said, "I Always See…" I Love Summer Light
Twinkle, twinkle little star The Star of Bethlehem--that's what you are! Shepherds watching their sheep in the field Saw angels on high announcing Christ's birth The Messiah, Our Saviour--God's Only Begotten Son So they followed The Star to worship The Son Not only the shepherds--but The Three Wise Men--The Magi--from lands near and far From Asia, from Europe and from Africa said--"Let's find the long-awaited for Messiah!" And gifts of gold, frankincense and mhyrrh did they bring To The Christ Child, Our Saviour, The Baby King Twinkle, twinkle, little star I wonder where You are?! Said Herod--the evil king--to his sorcerers Where is The One--The Jewish people call their deliver?! The evil magicians replied--"We don't know but we know who does--The Three Wise Men-- and the sheperds in the field!" So just to be on the safe side--King Herod had all the male babies under two killed! When this didn't work--Herod called on The Three Wise Men For he wanted to commit another greivous sin! "Tell me--my dear men--where is The Deliverer?! Me and my sorcerers want to bring gifts to God's Son--lied king Herod--with an evil grin!" The Three Wise Men--knowing the king's evil intent Sent the king on a wild goose chase Meanwhile--Joseph--being warned in a dream--took his royal family to Egypt--on the run To protect The Messiah, Our Saviour--God's Only Begotten Son! So you see--my children--Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star--is not just a childhood story and children's rhyme It is the story of The Christ Child--The Greatest Story of all time!
For the bounty of the earth Come Ye thankful people come For it is Autumn And the leaves are coming down Run run sweet John Barley Corn Let's play ring around the pumpkin As the harvest moon shines On the jingle jangle scarecrow For I'am just a little acorn Bounded for another harvest home As the wind shakes the barley Like a slow Thanksgiving waltz For our farmers sets the table To a wondrous haymakers hoedown For we bid ado to a Shokan's fairwell And now thank we to all our God Happy Harvest Time To All Love Kathy And Jenny May God Be With You Just Another Song Working On LOL Let Me Know What Ya Think Please
What kind of life have you been spending? Is it one of "wasteful things" and "pretending?" Things seem to be going "great." You're so proud. Does it seem like you're "walking on a cloud?" You have a family. A big house and good health. Not counting all of the "friends" and some wealth. Have you thought about who made this possible? It was God. You may find this as "improbable." His word says that everything is a gift from God on high. HE is EVERTHING! Anything else is just a lie! It's not because of you that you have all of this. To be wealthy, happy and very bliss. The next time you find yourself heading toward the door. Think about what the true meaning of life is really for! Lay your treasures in heaven and you'll find. Godly contentment and a real peace of mind. The blessings of God... Is what you need to acheive. So the treasures of his love, you'll begin to receive! By Jim Pemberton 2006
spring is the season of rebirth and renovation a time for renewal and rejuvenation a time to clean house, to bring about some change a time for our spirits to be rearranged it's a ritual that requires a diagnostic regime a season to repair and fix everything a transformation of our hearts, minds and souls a time to reassess and readjust our goals it's like going to the doctor for an annual check-up to see if everything is on the up and up as women we must be especially aware and mindful of the changes in this flesh that we bear God wants us to prosper in our own season He wants us to be whole in body and sound in our reason yet society seems to be in a state of disintegration and women's health issues are in a precarious situation it's time that we move forward and finally see that preventive care is not beyond our own capability to bring about our wholeness we must also participate with our doctors and God make a covenant a partnership, a collaboration to work in harmony for God gave us these bodies in generosity God promised that through faith we will be renewed so connect with your doctor and the spirit in whatever you do be willing to change, repent and atone abide by the word that God sent down from His throne be humble and submit to God's grace let a healing spirit be put into place but before you can be healed you might have to reach certain height take responsibility for your decisions whether they're wrong or right and turn from your rebellious and wicked ways humbly submit to God and to Him pray God Himself came to earth so that we could be healed He took on the flesh of man to feel what we feel His death was the sacrifice and redemption for our salvation Jesus died upon the cross to give us reconciliation we are now the vehicle that He uses to show His power and glory His earthly creations who will continue to tell His story as women we are the carrier to create and sustain life the vessel that gave birth to His son Jesus Christ as women we possess humbled spirits and personalities and willing to walk by faith on His authority as women we are transformed whenever we pray and we will submit to God's will and to His ways as women we have a need to repent for our sins and mistakes with a desire to be healed and will do whatever it takes spring the season of renewal and rebirth a time to reassess our situation here on earth a season to clean house and start over anew a season of transformation, a long time overdue
I love the seasons spring, summer, autumn winter or fall I love the seasons for the Lord God made them all I love the snow so fluffy and white and the summer sun so warm and bright I love the new flowers in spring the pretty colors and the sweet fragrance that they bring I love the autumn when the leaves start to fall I love the seasons for the Lord God made them all. All things bright and beautiful.
So many empty spaces with cracked dimensions as stardust flew by. So I counted to ten and held my breath knowing this would just never end. At every angle there was a gap so I tagged them all with messages to send. I stepped through portals leading me to places orbiting way too high. I passed through broken dreams and landed where the Sun never shined. No Moon, no Stars, and no galaxies were straight, much less aligned. The Earth had gone completely berserk and the seasons were sudden to change. It was the gap warping time and even the people looked far beyond strange. I listened to faint vibrations and watched galaxies as they all weakened. Time was lost and gone forever, for they had all been forewarned and told. I found a spot and planted the last starlight and watched closely as it strengthened. It grew and grew even withering through the hot and cold. Shooting through portals I spread my light and left it a sparkling trail. Ray by ray a beam filled the gap and lit it up by my new starlight's flaming tail. ®Registered: Ann Rich 2005
God...give me the strength to stand up against this evil tide. May I be a Christ-like example for God's "winning side." Standing up for what is right is often hard to do. I must do it God...if I'm going to be a follower of YOU! You're an awesome God who knows each person's heart. But, so much of our moral fabric has been "ripped apart." God looks down from heaven and sees our wickedness and shame. As so many have ignored his word and cursed his HOLY name. Jesus--what must I do to reach this lost and dying nation? As a wave of evil spreads and destroys your creation? I must tell others of your grace and redemptive power. I must act quickly. with each passing hour! His judgement is coming. Make no mistake. It's time to receive his salvation.. .the hour's growing late! As our nation needs a mighty Holy Ghost delivering. Help me to help others to be ready for Christ' appearing! One day soon, Jesus Christ is coming again! Even so Lord Jesus... come quickly... Yes and Amen! By Jim Pemberton 2009
The sky beckons me open these eyes and we do The owl and I We turn our gaze unblinking to the sky, The heavens above and together we see We see as two the clouds are touched with cerise, Sighing into deeper hues until they merge Merge with the water drained cerulean tiredness of those many underbellies as if As if the fresh colour can soothe the storm resting within. The skies breathe down cool air, crisp . . . and clear It touches everything With something more than just life, Carries with it the promise of tomorrow, The foreshadowing of nature's style awakening after the long winter's cooling embrace. As if she can barely contain her urge to scream Scream out in freedom As if she can barely contain her cries of stretching Stretching out toes and fingers Revelling in the these her first movements that bring Bring forth the blooming promise Whispered in the sky of summer's raining sheaths of tresses caressing Caressing this hungry earth. With all the tired souls falling rapt by the newly forgotten tears Tears still lingering in the lightly licking touches of grass yawning from sleep. Yawning from sleep. Beneath the timid warmth of our stretched out toes When our souls are tickled Tickled by the dew dropped eyelashes of the earth. And . . . And as always the moonset vanishes for this first kiss is only false One like the first rays of dusk across the night swept sky and lands lingering Lingering beneath the moon's subtle glow, That false dawn with all its memories intact of yesteryear. Where once walked the souls of children undreamed When we were young in the expanse of this our home When the dirt beneath our bare feet was still untouched by time And this This is what I see in the sighing Sighing of the midnight star.
the tree shivers as the rain drops fall the leaves shimmer and not a drop of pain is exchanged the leaves began to color a sight to see so beautiful to me then the leaves wither and drop and mother earth is covered with a crop of white snow bringing joy to a child,s heart soon spring returns children leave their winter dins and began to run and play and i hear a voice say that,s the way it,s suppose to be soon summer arrives sunny flowers in bloom all of winter,s dark gloom gone the seasons change, all are the same yet different,seasons in a name the voice tells me that,s how it is suppose to be
The hardships in life you must endure. If your faith in Christ is to be sure. It's easy "to give up." Anyone can do it! The challenge is to "trust Jesus to see you through it!" Living for Jesus "is more than just talk." Adversity will challenge your faith and walk. Trusting Jesus will end all complainin' and cursin'. And will make you more of a Christ-like person! You'll have strength, courage and a desire to win. Knowing that Jesus will meet your need again and again! Your faith and love for God will grow to be strong, knowing that "in the arms of Jesus you surely belong!" By Jim Pemberton 2005
A childhood lived apart from the usual existence, made innocence more intense; watching raindrops from unclosed windows... while welcoming a shivering skylark! A moon adorned with dreams gleamed over shadowy hills, taking me to their forbidden realm; and as my little arm stretched out to reach it...the further it seemed to move deeply into space, arousing my curiousity and making me aware of infinity, of which I measured no distance... to avoid controversy and doubt! An entire adulhood being the jack-of-all-trades, never having enough time to stop and stare at a moon adorned with dreams, whose smile was as alluring as its glare... with the intention to deceive! A moon adorned with dreams arouses my old emotions... drawing me to its extraordinary charms; somehow relieving my unspoken grief, which is as irresolute as of my belief! Its face so dotted and pale shouldn't be so plausible, or nevertheless graceful, but it constantly changes like me... to find its destined place in eternity!
You know what really makes me wonder When I hear the rain and thunder Calling me from such a distance Just to touch me for that instance.. Is the purpose just to cleans me Or a message that its sending beneath the layer that's pretending To lay claim upon my ending.. So when it comes I take my stand And reach up with my strongest hand So I can see beyond my sight what sets me free from day and night.. Baptized by an ancient story I will bathe in all his glory And when I rest just 6 feet under I will still hear rain and thunder..
During this past year I think of what I wanted to "achieve…" And think about the things that I've received… I think about the trials and mountains that have arisen… It's almost like looking through "a glass prism." The times we've had together… As a family normally would. There are things I wanted to accomplish, that I knew I could! But there's one thing most important that is a reminder… What's done for God is what I call the "ultimate decider…" The treasures that I lay in heaven will be more precious than gold. And will be a blessing to future generations untold. There are blessings from God that I've gained… I have very little room to really complain… As this next year is before us and is about to appear… I know the coming of my Lord draws ever so near… May I make plans to live with my beautiful Lord. In heaven… May I seek to have my treasures stored… Only in Christ … Will I find true joy and contentment… May I let go of any unforgiveness or resentment… Thank you my Lord for everything that you've given! You've blessed us and are the reason I'm livin'! By Jim Pemberton 12/31/10
I believe we're living in… What many call "an x-rated society…" The "pleasures of life" come in quite a variety! Just about anything someone wants, comes with "a push of the button." But when it comes to anything of God… "He ain't nothin.'!" Where we will be tomorrow… No one seems to know. As many seek "fulfillment" for their "empty" soul… What's right or wrong… Has been "turned upside-down." While the tide of wickedness reaches every city and town… While so many minds seem to be filled with this world's pollution… People are looking for answers… And a solution! Our hope and faith certainly doesn't lay in our possessions. Nor in our dark secrets, and "secret obsessions…" To those of you who perhaps, are waiting for a "government bailout…" Let me tell you what the true meaning of living is all about… Jesus is our security! 100% guaranteed life and health insurance! It's only in him, we can have a "blessed assurance!" Only he has the power to rescue us from the horrible mess we're in! And it's only in him… Where true freedom begins! He gives a true definition to what we call "The American dream…" He alone is our foundation. The truth. Our everything! May the words; "In God we trust" apply in everything we do! Let these words be woven into the great "red white and blue…" As the good news of Jesus Christ is shouted loud and clear… The "darkness" across our land will soon disappear! By Jim Pemberton 03/07/10
Christmas should be everyday This is alot more than a Holiday So now each time that I pray I ask Jesus to guide me on what to say Gifts,toys,and food are all okay. I want everyone this holiday season To truly know the real reason. Is all about our Jesus that is now Risen And it's all because of him our sins are forgiven. From my heart Merry Christmas everyone Keep that faith in Jesus and we won't be out done.
As we go along in our busy life it is easy to forget the important things of life. So as we look twords the season before us let us slow our selves and seek reflection of a new kind. One that is without pain and suffering. One without hunger and sorrow. Let us see each and every one in and out of our lives in a new light, a glow if you will, a shine like no other. Let the spirit of the day stand year round and let us be as God wishes us to be faithful and true, generous and kind. Let us listen for those in need and help the lost to be found. See it as I do that you and I are not that different. Black or white, or other as we may be we are one and the same. So as you set at the table with your family and friends give thanks for what you have and pray for those less forchent than you. As you open your gifts stop and vishulise the young child that in his or her heart they are truly blest that they have the roof over there head. Let us truly honor the worlds one true guest this year. Let us honor our Lord and Saveyor Jesus Christ for without him their would be no true life to live.
Neither Mother Nature nor Father Time Has ever railed any accusation Against God with reason or with its rhyme For earth's travails, there's no gratulation In deeds of the gods evil to the hilt Who bring such slanders; yet, they hold the guilt With the prince of the power of the air Who comes to kill, deprive and raze; the theif Of the kings and rulers everywhere, Orchestrating casualties and grief, Thrusting in his sickle and clutching the snath In anger and hatred reaps earth in wrath, For he was cut down; falling to the ground He drew the third of the stars of Heaven With him, and his pomp; his viols did sound Within his chaos until day seven When God had made good that void with form and On the day before gave man its command. Thus, rage of the serpent was so subtle To steal the crown to be god of this world, But his time's cut short since God's rebuttal; So he takes out his vengence, and it's hurled At those who have no law and make no pledge, At overcomers gaurded with a hedge; The winds, earthquakes and fires pass by with force, But God only good, is without the blame When Father tells Mother to take this course; Since the gods follow evil to the flame, The earth is in sorrows to be redeemed, And God is the One most often blasphemed.
November, December, I couldn't bear to remember To joy and faith I say goodbye Resurrect me, only when these holidays die As my senior days become to fade Wipe away the innocence of the games we played I'm nearly an antique and as my life will come to pass Only to be intrigued Sometimes I wonder with the children ask November, December, I couldn't bear to remember To joy and faith I say goodbye Resurrect me, only when these holidays die Against these cold tiles I rest my head As bad dreams and nightmares test this bed A Funeral for those whom bled It no longer rains, it only sleets It keeps me slipping from these tempered feet Like disaster is constantly pressing repeat So to these Novembers and Decembers, I couldn't bear to remember To joy and faith I say goodbye Resurrect me, only when these holidays die Happy holidays Dear misery, slap me if I follow the paved Take these invisible gifts Make them into relive-able myths And one day, outside this life I'll divorce the devastation Marry my dreams and finally hold my wife But fantasies are peaceful times So again I'll leave you with a deceitful rhyme
good morning to you… o great sky show me the sun, unto thee I plead.
Life carries us through many changes, some good and some bad But every change is a chance to grow to realms of spiritual maturity that humanly, we could not know Life takes us through seasons of change- Through summers, winters and springs. The Winter of Life can be barren and dry, but God is still yet by our side- Taking us through the seasons of change and helping us remain strong, able to bear the pressure that we may retain a sound mind. The Winter of Life can be cold and still, frozen it seems by circumstances that disguise themselves as unbearably real, making our sight unfocused on the claim for victory. The Winter of Life makes us wonder if we will ever overcome the stillness and uncertainty that sometimes short circuits our faith, causing us to linger on in the wilderness of despair. The Winter of Life seems to have no end; just does not want to go away; But just as sure as you were born and night turns into day, the Winter of Life will soon be gone. And all that is left will be a fleeting memory of what once was- As you rise above in power to live in summers and springs throughout Eternity.
I love you my Lord! You are my strength! Your love for me reaches a non-measurable length You Oh lord, are my rock, fortress and deliverer… Your beauty shines brighter than the purest gold or silver! You, Oh God… Are the horn of my salvation and my high tower… You reign over the earth in your majesty and great power! I will call upon the Lord who is so worthy of all praise… He is my peace and comforter all of my days! He shall save me from my enemies and bring the victory! I have found strength from him and a holy sanctuary… Though the sorrows of death often surround me… God's victory over death continues to astound me! At times, the crowds of ungodly men cause me to fear… But I draw comfort in knowing that God is always near! I bless the Lord for being so steadfast and true! I don't really know where I'd be… without YOU! You heard my distress and answered my cry… As one day I shall be with you at that mansion in the sky! By Jim Pemberton 05/30/10 Read Psalm 18:1-4 t
As autumn bids the land farewell And winter's visit starts An air of pure enchantment Stirs something in our hearts The sleeping earth is covered in white As the snow falls gently down A sight to behold as the sun comes up The trees adorned in ermine gowns The roofs of houses wear snowy crowns On the hills children shriek with delight The odor of hickory hangs in the air Hinting of a fireplace warm and bright Yards are dotted with snowmen Each with a jolly bright face Jack Frost drapes the windowpanes With a shawl of silvery lace Footprints dot the landscape And in the wintry chill A majestic stag stands regally A king upon the hill Winter is a masterpiece Designed for all to see A living showcase arranged by God To be enjoyed by you and me
wing's spread for morning flight catching the wind at first dawns light wings take me high , so high i might see the place to end my flight soaring above forest grandure green scenes of mountains and glorious streams only birds can see these things for the eye's they were given were made to be keen like a bird leaving Noah's Ark searching for land just a small part and perhaps a little something to take back to the Ark of long gone ancestors i dream like all birds, i dream i dream of a bird sitting in a tree i dream that that bird is waiting just for me when i land she will not flee she will have something just for me there it is the tree with one lone dove waiting just for me i'll ascend , like the spirit of my ancestor before me that landed upon the Messiah, gently and rest with her i will not leave from now on to her i'll cleave
My friends and enemies, I send best wishes of cheer. Especially my poetic friends, I send joy next year. Rich talent of words I wish, to all those who read. Rhythmic flow in all poetic lines, expressed indeed. Your lines of poetry, blessed with joy so sincere. Christmas time has joy and happiness for all. Having peace and love, shared broad and tall, Reaching out to others, giving with true feelings, I send out to poetry soup family, great dealings. Secret blessings from the spirit of this season, True passion of faith, my heart sends in reason. Merry Christmas, to all the poets on the earth, Allowing their freedom of words with worth, Sincerely, I wish superb and joyous mirth.
Christmas is upon us now. It's a time we celebrate together. We recall the birth of Christ our King, Knowing He's with us forever. Because of what He's done for us, We have this joyous time to share. Not only do we give the gifts. We use this season our hearts to bare. If we're joined in person or in thought, We remember the love we possess. Because of Christ and each other, We'll never experience loneliness.
Spirits burning bright in the glow of fire light, Reflected in the ruby sheen of port, By the crystal gleam of glass, counting seconds as they pass, Finds the day and its' dominion growing short. Spirits burning bright in the velvet drape of night, Shining on the baubles in the pine, In the stars of red and gold, flecks of time seem to unfold As the tinsel drips in dazzling design. Spirits burning bright, soaring higher than a kite, Far above the smoky rooftops clad in snow, Smiles on lips of children spread as they settle down in bed Dreaming dreams of things that only children know. Spirits burning bright, incandescent, silver-white, In a world allowed a chance to mend its ways, Will the day just come and go, wherein time once more will flow, Leaving fading thoughts of all our yesterdays? Spirits burning bright in a clamour to unite All humanity to learn from what has gone, And put the past to rest, hoarding nothing but the best, Dreams of peace to build a better world upon.
Woowhew....is the whistlestop, our journey to slow Christmas train revelries, nearby choir they sing..... Harkest as Angels dawn morning noel sweet blissfull voices their story to tell.... "May peace be your only, no wish and no dream Holy,Holy,Holy....true wholly can be, It starts in your heart, and forever shall it last fix the wheel of your cart let it happen that fast.... Time created in part...relativity to what you have learned Christ consciousness nativity the birth of a child,is your child-like within here to bring hope,faith you can win restore and remember, allow time to be your friend .....unthoughtful dismembers use time for their ends..... Holy,Holy,Holy....true wholly can be forever let your vision...true eye too see...."
Guard my heart from all the worldly pain Bring peace to my soul And from sin let me refrain For I have been so broken for so long By Your light teach me right from wrong Help me to walk in Your way without a doubt Bring me to my knees And Your name I shout The journey seems so dark I cannot find the light To me bring goodness , love, and what is right. Help me to believe Your word will prevail When I was once so strong Now I feel so frail Bring me back to the place Where the darkness is no more Close my past, give me a future of hope Let my heart soar Take away the sadness And bring joy back into my life The pain is so deep. It cuts like a knife Where is the compansion that I'm longing for Bring me back to the place of peace that I was before I know that place I felt the warmth of Your light Take my burdens and help me to win this fight
Salvation came to the earth In the form of a baby boy Born that first Christmas day That the world might experience joy. A picture of His Father in Heaven He showed the world as He grew, And brought love and compassion To all, not just a few. To fulfill God's plan of redemption, He gave His life on a cross, Dying and then rising again To make eternal life available to us. Now He's coming back soon To take God's children by His side. As we celebrate His birth this Christmas, He asks, "Are you ready to be my bride?"
Walking on the water of the life before the birth of pain. Seeking to become the savoir of a World become insane. Coming to this planet not inside a golden spacecraft. Coming to this planet from a place of quietness. Using the life of Spirit to explain the life within. Poetical remembrances of virgin birth await us soon. Future is often just repeated past. Only once is Grace afforded us. Please dont let it lapse. This Christmas remember Christmas Future while enjoying Christmas past, and Inn this Christmas Present please say Jesus of the Virgin Birth. When people cry for saving this one will, The City Of The Nazerene is always on a hill.
A day is coming and passes away. Memories are adding in a Life tray. Few good or wrong and bad occasions, Cycling in a cycle but all in seasons. Fate is treating in a same defeating, Unfortunate person is always waiting. Working hard but admitting a mistake, Wasting his time and fishing on a Lake. One day will come I'll be a fortunate, I will tease my mate to reach at late. Money will play a game to roll overcome, When she'll love me I'll open a bear drum. We'll dance together to sing a song, A day'll come brighter after a dark long. Money has a life but life is nothing, Opportunity is risk, achieving something.
Prayers are answered by choice or creed... if faith is stronger than belief; put that glimpse of imagination to work, and simply believe in yourself: it will come to pass while you're awake, because determination leads everyone to believe! Ask for an abundant harvest, and be specific in your request; and if it is earnest and motivated... your wish will be granted! Look out to the lulling grain and corn fields, someone has planted their seeds... soon to be sawed in an abundant harvest; no one but God has the power to bless! This truth was egoistically hidden from me, hypocrites and deceivers told me otherswise: to try my luck in gambling and giving money away; what grief and disappointment I accrued from their lies! Ask for an abundant harvest, knowing that everything given won't ever be forsaken; but don't let folly make you one of the least! Curse is equal to deserved pain, because it has the same result, and guilt is even greater than sin; consider all before you answer your call! Ask for an abundant harvest, with hands and eyes lifted up; He will hear you...though you speak in a whisper: distance won't stop God from opening His door!
As we remember the birth of our Savior, Like this season we do, It's such a blessing to share this time With all my loved ones such as you. I enjoy the gatherings, parties, and gifts, But the best thing of all this season Is together celebrating Jesus' birth, Which for this time is the true reason. So know that at this Christmas time, Holiday greetings to you I extend, The greatest of which is my prayer That God's gift in Jesus you comprehend.
On this autumn day In the heart of the city The sun will have it's say The leaves look so pretty In the heart of the city Joy fills the air The leaves look so pretty It's life without care Joy fills the air This day is a dream It's life without care We are not what we seem This day is a dream Heat from above We are not what we seem From the sky comes love Heat from above The sun will have it's say From the sky comes love On this autumn day
It may sound foolish or even insane to have a wish for richness or fame, and it's perfectly normal and human to long for things we don't have; but it's morally wrong to use them against others...for one's greed and gain! That conviction comes from inside, uncovering the unclearness of doubt... without being afraid of answers so dark; faith seems worthless without a vision in the mind.. be persistent in seeking gold with an enormous risk, and many will try a thousand times until they find it! A small seed will grow into a rich harvest... sun-nurtured and rain-quencher before sunset, and all these things you desire are obtained through prayer; don't heed the cynic's advice: push forward with endless stride! A wish for richness has different motives, discard the unworthy ones, consider the good ones; curiousity and effort make people successful, 'till their empty basket is completely full! Never did I see believers struggle for food; it was given because they bow down to a true God! Real food comes from the fertile earth, those who eat it will not know early death; millions of people die from man-made diseases: cigarettes, drugs, alchool, and promiscuous sex; if these are to continue, there'll be no one left! Be considerate of others...don't do anything you don't want to be done to yourself; have the kindest heart overflowing with giving: never stop at anything, if someone laughs; your determination is the result of dedication: let all watch and envy you for your perception!
As we go through our sorrows and our grief,knowing your in heaven is our relief. We know god took you for his reasons,and we`ll remember you through every season. You will be missed everyday and we`ll speak of you when we pray. So when our tears fall like rain and when we feel there is nothing to gain. We know it isn`t true,for Jesus is carrying us,while he is holding you.
We are each like snowflakes that have fallen from the sky, each one has fallen at different times and none are just alike... they are all as unique and special in thier own way. As snowflake each falls to the ground some may stay for a while, some evaporate in the wake of the morning sun. Some snowflakes may get washed away by rain…some never even make it to the ground. Each one of us are engulfed by what seems to be an endless journey here on earth that will some someday, eventually will lead us all back home. No not one of us are alike, each as different as those snowflakes that fall from the sky. For just like the snowflakes that are here on earth for a short time? We too will have a final day here on earth very soon. When Angels will descend down from the heavens above and come to take us each back home.For just like those snowflakes that fell to the ground and return to the sky that no one ever sees. You too will be taken up to the Pearly White Gates by the Angels with their beautiful white gossamer wings... they will then rap you up in a purple robe...and place upon your head a gold crown to wear. Then the stars in the sky above will start to dance and dazzle… for those to see who were left behind on earth…and trumpets will sound as the Angles will sing songs of joy and great praise! They will all rejoice with cries of rapture that you have return home to stay! But up there in heaven there was no gold, silver or diamond paved roads for you to walk upon only the soft clouds from where we all come from… but there was a gentle kiss from our Father whom sat above in the heavens on high...as he spoke into your ear and gave you a hug... and as he said to you in a soft voice, "Welcome my lost snowflake, welcome back home." Copyright © 2006 Jay Anderson-Taylor
Once certainty has crippled all doubts, make faith come alive with joyful words and instead of feeling so shallow... bring to life what was dead inside; don't reject hope that leads to sorrow... learn from it and walk in a straight line! Embrace what's beautiful, wait by the crossroads: one bloossoming with roses and magnificent sunflowers... the other cramped with thistles; choose the one that's long and durable something that has the ability to grow, to comfort you when you'll feel low! Listen to the merry sounds that flow through the Nature's song; hear the robins, among the weeping willows, softly emitting musical notes... the attentive composer memorizes! Embrace what's beautiful and deplore any misery; turn from bad habits, face the course of events with boldness and believe in yourself! Wandering from reality strips you of dignity; can you hinder what seems inevitable?
I watch from a distance as all four corners unfold. Stars fall from the sky and Mountains fall in the Seas. And in the flowerbeds the blooms wither away fleeing with bees. The Sun strikes down upon the Earth revealing a story untold. The Moon stands guard and the trees stand up straight. Waiting and waiting for a shattered billowing breeze. Happy is thy fate. And down on thy knees. The clouds sway in the midnight skies. The whole world sees you with open eyes. Quaking and dawning it all must be done, One by one the glitches are weeded and gone. Roaring abroad is the Oceans beds and now smut is the dust. Glitch by glitch straightening them all out is an absolute must. ®Registered: Ann Rich 2006
Rises yonder star once more, aloft Jerusalem's dreaming, And bathes the Nazarine son in silver frost, Dapple the dunes and wastelands, redeeming, Framing shepards and kings and paradise once lost, Until svelte harmonic voices from ancient graves Ascend the turmoil of generations reborn, And the spiritual purgatory shrinks to enclaves Flooded with radiance upon a starlit morn. Rises yonder star once more, a diamond on lavender skies, And emanate peace, the tranquil pulse of rays Impales wonder in the minds through glistered eyes, Herald the king's rebirth, light of lights, day of days, And from the vaults of buried temples, prayer Defies the dust of ages, scales the tombs to tear them down, And resurrects this prince beyond compare, As yonder star anoints the golden crown.
I rake through the leaf pile- to seek for new life in barren December- A Branch to bear fruit
God wants you and me To finally be a family He wants us to see That we were meant to be That is why He brought me Here from Monroe To finally show That He is the reason For our being so attached And that it is our season For the egg of divine love to be hatched. Proverbs 12:4 An excellent wife is the crown of her husband, but she who brings shame is like rottenness in his bones. Ecclesiastes 9:9 Enjoy life with the wife whom you love, all the days of your vain life that he has given you under the sun, because that is your portion in life and in your toil at which you toil under the sun.
cooler breezes settle deeper in her summer shoes heavy steps push her troubled heart to echo in canyons beyond faith whispers awake her broken spirit languishing, waiting for skies of a fairer blue washed clean of summer's discordant dust autumn arrives on winter's tears as desert songbirds rebirth and sing sweet songs to heaven's grace once again
By now, see. You almost know me. A shy type little man; With pretty wife, as my avid fan. I've 1, 2, 3 syllable count, rhymed name; Thor, Nestor, or Ernesto; it's the same. More than a decade, never been home; Before, I wandered by myself, and lived alone. Alas, I found my other missing half; Miraculously, I learned to share a laugh. Now I write, from summer to fall; Four magical seasons, I love them all. I love you...three words thou, yet, it's for y'all; For relentlessly reading the pieces, of my soul--- Which, I offered to the Unseen; To protect me, from wallowing in sin. In return, he gave me a silver quill; So that I won't be tempted to praise evil. Hey, if you don't see me often, Worry not, I'll send you a kiss from heaven. For I'm in the lord's house, worshiping… Hope you can come…and see me sing. Oh yes, aside from working… That's what I do, when I'm not writing. Wish, we're together not just for today; But, till last days end; so, I pray.
Wax and wane/ constant change Tides will rise/ tides fall the same With moon in phase/ bodies spin Tides roll in/ tides ebb again Revolve the earth/ elliptic line Moonbeams shine/ signs of time Moon on water/ Heavenly Father Good tidings heard/ no more wander In five moons/ coming soon Eclipse of sun/ in the noon? Red moon glow/ return of Son Light is come/ darkness none No moon in phase/ no sun but days Constant tide/ one source of rays Yet all the same/ tides roll in Tides rise again/ no body spins
Clouds as Heavenly rose bushes In the sky Charcoaled veined branches Pushing and piercing Entangled knotted wooden arms Acquiring the sky Captivating territory Pressing into spongy soft Of early darkness. Molding their wishes into Blue Tranquility cut, scissored-in As hurrying birds chisel their way Into darkening Descending day.
Tell me if you know Who He is that has established All the ends of the earth and designed each flake of snow That falls and blankets hills Like His holy Child at birth. Tell me if you know Who has gathered up the wind In the hollow of His hands and calmed torrents that rage and blow As He walked on the high seas And gave them His commands. Tell me if you know Who has wrapped up those waters In the bosom of His cloak wringing it so that they will flow And shower down from above Like the Word He has spoken. Tell me if you know Who from Heaven has gone back up And seen God face to face, who first descended below But was resurrected by His Father And gave the Way to the heavenly place. Tell me if you know... What's His Name and His Son.
The summer passes like all things but holding onto the candles we have lit we can circumvent the passage of time our small lights will continue to shine through fall and on into winter In the waning of the year We'll continue to celebrate the fact that we have our songs to sing and our voices shall rise up to the heavens past the chill, we'll find warmth Although it must come to and end we'll laugh in the face of time again and again Althoa
October light, burnt against pumpkin colored tree skin, lit with autumn secrets which only nature knows October sky, blue as ocean frigid, promising to bring the cold as winter mushroom grows October song, written in the minor, mourning key sad and soulful warning to hibernate your sun-starved, liquid dreams October ending, letting leaves dissolve, understanding warm rebirth is the other side of the cycle to be blossomed: faith, belief...
In the beginning God created the Heaven and the Earth But He didn't make the world in just one day, For darkness was upon the face of the deep, And the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. There was no sky. There was no dry ground #1 There was no vegetation, no sun, no moon, no stars. There were no land creatures. There was neither man nor woman, But on the first day, God said, "Let there be light." And there was only light yet God saw that it was good. #2 Separating the light from the darkness He called the light "day" and the darkness "night", And so there was evening and morning, the first day. #3 Yet the earth was formless and empty So on the second day God called an expanse between the waters And separated the water under the expanse from the water above it. He called the expanse "Heaven". It was so. #4 On the third day with His Word God gathered the water under the sky To one place and dry ground appeared, which he called "Earth". #5 The gathered waters He called "seas", And God saw that it was good. #6 He also told the land to produce seed-bearing plants And trees bearing fruit with seed in it. It was so, But still there was no sun, no moon, no stars. #7 There were no sea creatures, no birds and no land creatures. There was neither man nor woman; Yet, God saw that it was good. #8 But because the day and night had no governors, On the fourth day God commanded lights in the heaven To separate day and night and serve as signs To mark the seasons, days and years, and it was so. #9 There were two great lights, the sun to rule the day And the moon to rule the night. He also made the stars And set them in the expanse to give the land light. #10
Still, there were no sea creatures, no birds, no land creatures, And there was neither man nor woman; Yet, God saw that it was good. #11 Since there were no living creatures on the earth, God created the great whales and every living thing With which the water teems. He also said, "Let birds fly Above the earth in the open sky," and God saw that it was good Blessing them saying, "Be fruitful and multiply." And there were evening and morning- the fifth day. #12 Now, on the sixth day, God made the wild animals, the livestock And everything that creeps along the ground, each according to their kinds, And though God was not finished, He saw that it was good. #13 Then God said, "Let us make man in our image and in our likeness And let them rule... over all the earth." So God created man in His own image. In the image of God He created him; male and female he created them. #14 From the dust of the ground He formed man and breathed into his nostrils The breath of life, and the man became a living soul. #15 Later, causing a deep sleep to fall upon the man, God took out one of the man's Ribs and closed up the place with flesh. Then with the rib, the Lord God made a Woman and brought her to the man. #16 He blessed them saying, "Be fruitful and multiply. Replenish the earht and subdue it. Have dominion over the fish... the fowl... and every living thing that moves upon the ground." #17 He also gave them every green plant for food, and it was so. #18 Then God saw all that He had made, And behold, it was very good. #19 So, He rested on the seventh day because He had finished the work He had been doing. #20
Softly I fall Under the spell of Spring My lips recall My tasting of the morn Each day I work Recalling what could really be too far to reach In time to see the dawn My back is warm E'er I could feel a soaking rain, and as bees swarm Neath brighter longer days do yet I see The way that time sneaks quietly by How could I know life ties itself to thee I rest my back against a young and helpful tree Victor of wars I hardly knew I waged I roll the dice of Lady Fate and dream of what could be Not knowing where this road is going to end God knows I pray to gain the sight and rise again begun So must we all travail Each day is new As rises yet the life persuasive sea So goes the time in rhythm with the tides Yet swiftly too
Awake, O' children of zion.Purpose and destiny is waiting on thee. Awake,awake out of the slumber of your sleep and shake the dust off your feet. Awake, my child of zion the zeal of the Lord has gotten into thee. Awake,my little ones.We must gird up and put our hands on the spiritual guns to build,and the guns that once killed. Awake, Awake, O'children of zion.The kingdom conquering has begun. Awake,Awake,can't you see that the victory is already won? Awake,Awake. So many degrees to everyone's destiny . Victory is in the hand of all our destinies. Awake, Awake, and again I say awake. Time must run.Run, Run, because time has already begun. Awake,Awake, the word of God had spread to all points east. Awake,Awake,because north,south and west also has the 411 and the 222. Awake,Awake, this is where salvation is won. Awake,the work was already in your destiny.
Illuminations bright reflect Upon the snow drift laden street, The yellow lanterns intersect Where human traffic circumspect Leave hollow tracks of phantom feet. Shop windows with lacklustre shine, Like showcase sockets in the dark, Bestow a grey and black design Of product shadows ill defined, Skulk predatory like a shark. The leads and cables strung between The interface of brick to brick, Electric silver, gold and green, Supported, hung above the scene, They flash and strobe, pop and click. Illuminations rain upon The lonely brows of midnight men, To steer their plight and guide them on And light their ways until they're gone From Christmas present to past again.
Laughing ageless child, butterflies and hyacinths. Spring showers raining down upon your fresh young face.Embrace the morning, heart lifted by the sweet smell of life reborn, new loves and all things undiscovered. Gentle caressing hand sweeping across the stars. Ever watchful as we sleep. You cradle us within your earthy arms, protected. A lullaby sung by night birds fills the air and it carries to all corners. Teacher of all things, sprinkle the sleep sand of the ever rest into our eyes. Silently turning the wheel of time. We pass into the summerlands, restful and all knowing. Guided by your wrinkled hand, we travel in peace and in love to join in the spiral dance of time.
Borne on the wind in the cold valley slipstream, Carried by rivers on ribbons of ice, In the pines that sang to the corpse-grey sky From the earth that drank the blood of Christ; Comes the spirit of Christmas present and past, The heart of nature, the stars and wood, The ghost of a future, extolling rebirth, The vanquish of evil, the triumph of good. Stitched in the bird song of red-breasted robins Suckled by fires of chestnut and coal, Lit by the glimmer of crystal and gimcracks, Nursed in the fabric of each living soul; Come the day of salvation for all that we are The mercy and goodness with hope reconciled, When X times the MASS of the weight of humanity Equals vision reborn through the eyes of a child…?
A heat wave was blowing, The sun was roasting clouds, The army vehicles were hiding, The sandy dirt was flying heap, And pouring as showers of rain. The soldiers were going forward, With their pointing gun, A bottle of water and rock sack, A loaded man was walking, In a sweat pool under his hat. Fear was crossing a side, Death was honouring a pride, A dignity for a nation, A price for liberty, A human paid to a human as enemy.
Seasons of emptiness- barren,desert dry;..yet these too may have God's purpose to fulfill.
After the first frost, Twinkled lights in the gloom Emerge like a mirage- Images,red then white Speckle the winter night And fill the cobalt sky- And in my heart-a light To fill the darkest place- A perpetual morning star.
I'm going home.... What sweet words, fresh and fragrant. A long journey justified, in three words. The bridge named suffering, becomes a rythm of footsteps and counted days, to another side. I'm going home.... Where welcome is never spoken But written on hearts and smiles. And like a precious gold coin, loved ones rush to find me. I'm going home.... My soiled garments, left to the wind, like yesterdays papers. Favorite meals hang in the air. My stomach envies my lungs, there first taste. It waits for me, In a place called forever. Where longings are filled with the spring water of peace. And the summer rain of Gods loves, falls on my smiling face.