The Holy of Holies
'Elder father, though thine eyes
Shine with hoary mysteries,
Canst thou tell what in the heart
Of a cowslip blossom lies?
'Smaller than all lives that be,
Secret as the deepest sea,
Stands a little house of seeds,
Like an elfin's granary,
'Speller of the stones and weeds,
Skilled in Nature's crafts and creeds,
Tell me what is in the heart
Of the smallest of the seeds.'
'God Almighty, and with Him
Cherubim and Seraphim,
Filling all eternity -
Adonai Elohim.'
poem by G.K. Chesterton from The Wild Knight and Other Poems (1900)
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The Holy of Holies
‘Elder father, though thine eyes
Shine with hoary mysteries,
Canst thou tell what in the heart
Of a cowslip blossom lies?
‘Smaller than all lives that be,
Secret as the deepest sea,
Stands a little house of seeds,
Like an elfin’s granary.
‘Speller of the stones and weeds,
Skilled in Nature’s crafts and creeds,
Tell me what is in the heart
Of the smallest of the seeds.’
‘God Almighty, and with Him
Cherubim and Seraphim,
Filling all eternity—
Adonai Elohim.’
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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The Greatest Line
What was the greatest
line of verse ever written?
I know a secret...
the greatest line...
the greatest line of verse
ever written an eternal rhyme
a rhyme that sings
seeds of potent peace
through an entire universe
that sings throughout time
“You must love ADONAI
your God with your whole heart
and your whole soul
and your whole strength.”
“You must love your neighbour
As you love yourself.” Matthew 22: 35-40.
“Peace On Earth and
Good Will To All Men”
Harmony Throughout Eternity
God Dwells In The Heart
Of All Men Who Worship
Their Lord Sovereign Creator
Throughout All Eternity
With Blessed Love
For All Glorious Creation
Harmony Throughout Eternity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Gone To Seed
“If you plant honesty, you’ll reap trust”
Aye, the seeds of doubt have been planted,
But such doubts are a must,
If wisdom’s to be granted…..
Seeds of valor, seeds of passion,
Seeds of equanimity;
Seeds that suit every fashion,
Of learning and acuity.
Leaders who sow such seeds of doubt,
Are welcome and accounted,
Than those who’d love to flaunt,
Are ones that are so vaunted.
Where honesty is a truthful story,
Tests one’s heart and mind;
Now enough’s been said of this allegory,
Dear readers: this truth you can find!
Copyright © SC
10th July 2007
Mumbai.
poem by Subroto Chatterjee
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Down Below
When you're stuck down below,
And no one will let you grow,
What seeds are you going to sow?
And who will you try to know?
It's up to you now,
Who will you allow,
To step into your heart?
Close your eyes and don't you cry, I won't lie,
Can't you feel the fire,
Burning in your heart,
See the light so bright,
Feel the heat set your heart alight,
No one can blow that candle out!
You will never be alone,
While you sit on your throne,
Darkness brings a chance for you to shine,
Your heart gives peace to a shouting mind,
Stillness brings a chance for you to sing,
The gentle melody of your mind,
Allowing us all to re-align,
Away from the daily grind,
Take a deep breath and let go,
Float free in Spirit's river,
Remember, you have a message to deliver!
Cosmic winds gonna blow,
Allowing you to know, which seeds to sow!
So when you are down below,
Just allow your seeds to grow!
4 August 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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God Gave Me No Rest Repeatedly
God charged me
with catalytic energy
which permeates
every pore of my being
God poked me
repeatedly with
first line symptoms
again and again
God tormented me
repeatedly impeded my rest
driving line into mind
relentlessly remorselessly
God persistently plagued me
tormenting thought emotions
denying sleep release constantly
until I got up and commenced his will
Adonai Elohoim thou art my Lord God
and my eternal creator I thy willful servant
Adonai Elohoim thou givest me no rest
let thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
The word Adonai (my Lord) , was substituted for God’s personal name. To avoid having Adonai Yud-Heh-Vav-Heh read as Adonai twice in a row, the Jewish practice is to say Adonai Elohim. Therefore Adonai (my Lord) Elohim (God) . The word elohim means ‘gods’ and ‘judges’. Yeshua (Jesus) uses all three meanings in his word play at John 10: 33-36.33‘The Judeans replied, “We are not stoning you for any good deed, but for blasphemy – because you, who are only a man, are making yourself out to be God [Hebrew: Elohim].” 34Yeshua answered them, “Is it not written in your Torah [Law], ‘I have said, “you people are Elohim’ ”? 35If he called ‘elohim’ [gods] the people to whom the word of Elohim [God] was addressed (and the Tanakh [Scripture] cannot be broken) ,36then are you telling the one whom the Father set apart as holy [sanctified] and sent into the world, ‘You are committing blasphemey, ’ just because I said, ‘I am a son of Elohim’ [God]?
Ultra-Orthodox Jews only use names like Adonai and Elohim in specific religious settings. Euphemisms like HaShem (the Name) , Ado-shem (Adonai combined with HaShem) and Elokim, (the intentional mispronunciation of Elohim) are substituted. Jews do not pronounce Yahweh or Yahveh either and it is not accurately known, if these are true representations of the Name. Jehovah is the English representation of the Name (J-H-V-H) combined with the vowel sounds of Adonai, however most Bibles write God’s name as Lord in either large or small capitals.
God’s personal name was too sacred and could not be written in Hebrew, the language God wrote the ten commandments in. In condensed form it consists of the four letters Yud-Heh-Vav-Heh, and therefore is called the Tetragrammaton, (four letter writing) . God revealed himself to Moses and told him his own personal name, when Moshe was in the wilderness of Midyan, and went to investigate the bush that burned, without consuming itself. The Tetragrammaton was too holy to be written or spoken. The third commandment prohibits taking God’s name in vain Exodus 20: 27; Deuteronomy 5: 11. Anyone who used the name as a curse was put to death at God’s instructions by stoning Leviticus 2410-23.
Because the Tetragrammaton was too holy to be written or spoken, in Yeshua’s (Jesus’) time only the cohen hagadol (high priest) , could speak this name aloud when he entered the holy of holies in the temple once a year, to make atonement for the sins of Israel on Yom Kippur. The actual vowels used to pronounce the Tetragrammaton were considered to holy to be written in the Torah. The word Adonai (my Lord) , was substituted for God’s personal name.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet LII: What? Dost Thou Mean
What? Dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart?
To take all mine and give me none again?
Or have thine eyes such magic or that art
That what they get they ever do retain?
Play not the tyrant, but take some remorse;
Rebate thy spleen, if but for pity's sake;
Or, cruel, if thou canst not, let us 'scourse,
And, for one piece of thine, my whole heart take.
But what of pity do I speak to thee,
Whose breast is proof against complaint or prayer?
Or can I think what my reward shall be
From that proud beauty, which was my betrayer?
What talk I of a heart, when thou hast none?
Or, if thou hast, it is a flinty one.
poem by Michael Drayton
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The Thrower Of Souls
skipping skimming stones
across yesterdays pools
across no longer existent
aberrant causative time...
points of intersection
are stones skipping skimming
bouncing forth into future
possibilities leaping through time...
Adonai Elohoim chose
smooth flat round grey stones
flung forth at precise angles
acute to the adjacent water
skipping skimming kinetic energy
like magic majestic leaps dances
across deep smooth shimmering water
flashing ripples smack rippling forth
to future chosen shores
or sink in an instant
beneath lost long ago
black grey sealant water
lying under long ago
summer childhood skies
when mountains entire earth
was vibrant new creation
all subservient time exists
simultaneously for cosmic
omniscient omnipotent
creator existing
outside bonds of time
dwelling within eternity
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
The word Adonai (my Lord) , was substituted for God’s personal name. To avoid having Adonai Yud-Heh-Vav-Heh read as Adonai twice in a row, the Jewish practice is to say Adonai Elohim. Therefore Adonai (my Lord) Elohim (God) . The word elohim means ‘gods’ and ‘judges’. Yeshua (Jesus) uses all three meanings in his word play at John 10: 33-36.33‘The Judeans replied, “We are not stoning you for any good deed, but for blasphemy – because you, who are only a man, are making yourself out to be God [Hebrew: Elohim].” 34Yeshua answered them, “Is it not written in your Torah [Law], ‘I have said, “you people are Elohim’ ”? 35If he called ‘elohim’ [gods] the people to whom the word of Elohim [God] was addressed (and the Tanakh [Scripture] cannot be broken) ,36then are you telling the one whom the Father set apart as holy [sanctified] and sent into the world, ‘You are committing blasphemey, ’ just because I said, ‘I am a son of Elohim’ [God]?
Ultra-Orthodox Jews only use names like Adonai and Elohim in specific religious settings. Euphemisms like HaShem (the Name) , Ado-shem (Adonai combined with HaShem) and Elokim, (the intentional mispronunciation of Elohim) are substituted. Jews do not pronounce Yahweh or Yahveh either and it is not accurately known, if these are true representations of the Name. Jehovah is the English representation of the Name (J-H-V-H) combined with the vowel sounds of Adonai, however most Bibles write God’s name as Lord in either large or small capitals.
God’s personal name was too sacred and could not be written in Hebrew, the language God wrote the ten commandments in. In condensed form it consists of the four letters Yud-Heh-Vav-Heh, and therefore is called the Tetragrammaton, (four letter writing) . God revealed himself to Moses and told him his own personal name, when Moshe was in the wilderness of Midyan, and went to investigate the bush that burned, without consuming itself. The Tetragrammaton was too holy to be written or spoken. The third commandment prohibits taking God’s name in vain Exodus 20: 27; Deuteronomy 5: 11. Anyone who used the name as a curse was put to death at God’s instructions by stoning Leviticus 2410-23.
Because the Tetragrammaton was too holy to be written or spoken, in Yeshua’s (Jesus’) time only the cohen hagadol (high priest) , could speak this name aloud when he entered the holy of holies in the temple once a year, to make atonement for the sins of Israel on Yom Kippur. The actual vowels used to pronounce the Tetragrammaton were considered to holy to be written in the Torah. The word Adonai (my Lord) , was substituted for God’s personal name.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hebrew Prophet
I was born.
I was born to write.
I was born to write amazing revelations.
To do.
To accomplish.
To enlighten pagan neighboring nations.
To manifest.
To manifest the will of Adonai.
To manifest the will of Adonai Elohim within the world.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Adonai meaning My Lord, a name used in Judaism instead of the unspeakable name of God. Elohim meaning the Lord God.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Thee will I praise, O Lord, in light,
Thee will I praise, O Lord, in light,
Where seraphim surround thy throne;
With heart and soul, with mind and might,
Thee will I worship, Thee alone.
Thou, Lord, above all height art high
Yet with the lowly wilt Thou dwell;
The proud far off, thy jealous eyes
Shall mark, and with a look repel.
Though in the depth of trouble thrown,
With grief I shall not always strive;
Thou wilt thy suffering servants own,
And Thou the contrite heart revive.
Thy purpose then in me fulfil;
Forsake me not, for I am thine;
Perfect in me thine utmost will;
Whate'er it be, that will be mine.
poem by James Montgomery
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Canst Thou Leave Me Thus, My Katie
Chorus
Canst thou leave me thus, my Katie?
Canst thou leave me thus, my Katie?
Well thou know'st my aching heart,
And canst thou leave me thus, for pity?
Is this thy plighted, fond regard,
Thus cruelly to part, my Katie?
Is this thy faithful swain's reward-
An aching, broken heart, my Katie!
Chorus
Farewell! and ne'er such sorrows tear
That finkle heart of thine, my Katie!
Thou maysn find those will love thee dear,
But not a love like mine, my Katie,
Chorus
poem by Robert Burns
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Wonderful Seeds
What does sprout from seeds?
The flowers might, but do not war with deeds.
Then a darling panting comes from the breathing space,
Wonders adjust the expenses of the body, and this is the case.
The seeds of wonderful nature collide with the wind
To sprint in the sand and loam, all agog, all dinned.
Such surprise! Such a soil of wonderment!
The seeds from seeds are springing into flowers and abandonment.
poem by Naveed Akram
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To Dear Father With Love
Dear father, out of my love for you,
words from the bottom of my heart,
I am overwhelmed while i speak them to you.
All my life, my only wish and will,
while you love and care, the time be still.
Dear father, when you call out my name,
I am felt secured and strength i gain,
though as tough as can be, i am the victor in every game.
Have been fed for this long and now i shall serve,
however hard the task, i will show the nerve.
Dear father, I promise I'll make you proud,
your faith in me, i will not let it down,
as bright i will stand out, while in the crowd.
Your care and affection, like the shade in the sun,
tears never in my eyes, all along only joy and fun.
Dear father, my service to you and your soul shall blossom,
At your feet, is my life and the glee while you glide,
The seeds you have sow, every bud shall blossom.
Your greatness to be written but the words are few,
Dear father I love you.
poem by Saleem Tharani
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Sonnet XXXII: Equal Troth
Not by one measure mayst thou mete our love;
For how should I be loved as I love thee?—
I, graceless, joyless, lacking absolutely
All gifts that with thy queenship best behove;—
Thou, throned in every heart's elect alcove,
And crowned with garlands culled from every tree,
Which for no head but thine, by Love's decree,
All beauties and all mysteries interwove.
But here thine eyes and lips yield soft rebuke:—
“Then only” (say'st thou) “could I love thee less,
When thou couldst doubt my love's equality.”
Peace, sweet! If not to sum but worth we look,—
Thy heart's transcendence, not my heart's excess,—
Then more a thousandfold thou lov'st than I.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Blossom for ever
All the buds set not to flowers;
All the flowers set not to seeds;
So are the seeds not to seedlings.
Yet there is a joy in every function,
By which trees get exhilaration.
Still in blossom rests our love.
Yet it reverberates in me by its move
And generates lustre to your skin.
Let the blossom stay, if not be for seeding.
09.01.2000, Palakkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To My Son
Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue
Bright as thy mother’s in their hue;
Those rosy lips, whose dimples play
And smile to steal the heart away,
Recall a scene of former joy,
And touch thy father’s heart, my Boy!
And thou canst lisp a father’s name—
Ah, William, were thine own the same,—
No self-reproach—but, let me cease—
My care for thee shall purchase peace;
Thy mother’s shade shall smile in joy,
And pardon all the past, my Boy!
Her lowly grave the turf has prest,
And thou hast known a stranger’s breast;
Derision sneers upon thy birth,
And yields thee scarce a name on earth;
Yet shall not these one hope destroy,—
A Father’s heart is thine, my Boy!
Why, let the world unfeeling frown,
Must I fond Nature’s claims disown?
Ah, no—though moralists reprove,
I hail thee, dearest child of Love,
Fair cherub, pledge of youth and joy—
A Father guards thy birth, my Boy!
Oh,’twill be sweet in thee to trace,
Ere Age has wrinkled o’er my face,
Ere half my glass of life is run,
At once a brother and a son;
And all my wane of years employ
In justice done to thee, my Boy!
Although so young thy heedless sire,
Youth will not damp parental fire;
And, wert thou still less dear to me,
While Helen’s form revives in thee,
The breast, which beat to former joy,
Will ne’er desert its pledge, my Boy!
poem by Byron (1807)
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Who are These….
Sowing seeds, they go
Yes, sowing seeds they go
Seeds of separation, dissention
Seeds of wrath, hatred and lies
Seeds of discontent, envy
Ego, fanaticism, jealousy
Seeds of discrimination too
Yes, sowing seeds they go
Who are these, who go sowing!
Diligently from street to street
Sweet coating their hatred, bitterness
Hunger for power and dividing mind
In words so bombastic and loud
Wrapped so charmingly within
A thousand promises all false.
The elders dream of resurrection
Of Nehru, Gandhi and Patel of old
The younger ones fantasize
A new Messiah will be born
The ones in between follow the rut
Just close their eyes vote
And go about their work
Knowing at end whosoever rules
Prices will hike, Power electric will hide
Water contaminated or polluted be
Roads in disrepair always will remain
Taxes will always break our backs
And the system will never change!
poem by Angelina Pandian
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The Garden
CHOKED with ill weeds my garden lay a-dying,
Hard was the ground, no bud had heart to blow,
Yet shone your smile there, with your soft breath sighing:
'Have patience, for some day the flowers will grow.'
Some weeds you killed, you made a plot and tilled it;
'My plot,' you said, 'rich harvest yet shall give,'
With sun-warmed seeds of hope your dear hands filled it,
With rain-soft tears of pity bade them live.
So, weak among the weeds that had withstood you,
One little pure white flower grew by-and-by;
You could not pluck my flower--alas! how should you?
You sowed the seed, but let the blossom die.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Love Seeds
Fly with the wind
Fly with the rain
My love seeds
But grow in the deep sea
Deep in the heart
Shine with the sun
Feed by the earth
My love seeds
When the night's fall
It covered me
and frozen
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Truth Never Masquerades
In the garden of life
Truth never masquerades,
It walks proud as truth only can
Planting seeds in the weeds of lies,
Trade winds carry the seeds of truth
O’er mountains and stormy seas,
Flying around the world like bees.
This day seeds rest in Pakistan
To burrow in the words of
The sport of BEAR BAITING!
What is this you might ask?
Its ugliness and an insult to the word of sport,
Together with unspeakable cruelty
A downright lie.
An insult to children of the world and
Their image of teddy bears,
This despicable act of tying bears to a stake
Then setting viscous trained dogs onto them!
Bears that have been stolen young, teddy bear young.
Animal peace is a God’s divine right,
Mother Nature nurtures every living thing
For a reason, the enjoyment of life!
Thank you to the animal rights people,
They are onto the lies!
poem by Ken e Hall
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Impromptu
'Where art thou wandering, little child?'
I said to one I met to-day.--
She pushed her bonnet up and smiled,
'I'm going upon the green to play:
Folks tell me that the May's in flower,
That cowslip-peeps are fit to pull,
And I've got leave to spend an hour
To get this little basket full.'
--And thou'st got leave to spend an hour!
My heart repeated.--She was gone;
--And thou hast heard the thorn's in flower,
And childhood's bliss is urging on:
Ah, happy child! thou mak'st me sigh,
This once as happy heart of mine,
Would nature with the boon comply,
How gladly would I change for thine.
poem by John Clare
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