Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?
quote by Charles de Lint
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Understand life's mysteries - as mysteries to be lived.
quote by Robert Zemeckis
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Mysteries Revealed
Mysteries that men have heard, are revealed in God’s Word.
What were once mysteries, have been revealed for all to see.
The mystery of Jesus Christ, who’s the very Author of all life.
A mystery of purpose in Christ, how in Him we have New Life.
Another mystery of Jesus Christ, is how we gain Eternal Life.
There’s the mystery of Israel, and how they fit into God’s will.
Israel is hardened for awhile, so God can include the Gentile.
God didn’t forget the nation; they’re included in His Salvation.
By redemption in God’s Son, Jew and Gentile become one.
The mystery of The Gospel, and how in Christ it was fulfilled.
And the mystery of The Church; those in Christ by New Birth.
My Friend, not to be remiss, there’s the mystery of Godliness.
The mystery of His Revelation; an unveiling of God’s Salvation.
The mystery of end times friend; what God shall do in the end.
The mystery of hope in Glory; the purpose of the Gospel story.
Behold, I show you a mystery, one that every eye shall see.
Christians will not all see death, but be changed in a breath,
In the twinkling of an eye, they will see Christ, but will not die.
While men left upon the earth, will not see men of New Birth,
For only those men born again, shall be raptured in the end.
All the mysteries of past sages, are fulfilled in the Rock of Ages.
God spoke in prophets of old, in Christ fulfilled mysteries untold.
Christ’s Revelation revealed to all, redemption from Adam’s fall.
Christ revealed His Salvation, to every Jew and Gentile nation.
If you accept Christ as Lord, the mystery is a mystery no more.
Nebakanezer
Nebakanzer never knew
He left his needle outside in the rain
And it rusted through
He had twenty-nine blackbirds
But only one flew
Spent most of his time making holes
And licking his wounds
Nebakanezer lost his wife
She took her diamond rings and was
Gone before the light
She left one satin shoe and a
Very dull knife
She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife
Chorus
So tell us what the sorry singer
Might do
All of his friends complain
That they got the flu
They aint sick in the head
They look like the living dead
And thats not cool
Repeat 1st verse
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Conspiracy Government
a world of historical mysteries
a world of hidden mysteries
a world of political mysteries
a world of conspiracy facts
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Life On A Rock
What's the point for me leaving this rock
Out there it's too cold
Over there it's too hot
I don't want to be so comfortable in this sad spot
But when I look in the mirror
I see it's all I got
I can reach for the left
Or strive for the right
But I'm left handed never knowing what's right
Do I enjoy my life
Or turn it to a fight?
Can you enjoy life
If there's no reason to fight
Surrounded by dark with just a little bit of light
Seems it's time to start a fire if you want it burning bright
poem by ryan Cravatta
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Peace Returns Again
We live, We die.
We mourn. We cry.
And those that are left
pick up the pieces
that were that person's life,
little pieces that fit together
like a puzzle that just like the weather
is filled with changes
of highs and lows,
of happy times
and all their woes.
The last piece of the puzzle
fits right into place
and frames the picture
that was their face.
We keep that puzzle in our heart
and remember with love each little part
that was that person's life.
We then are left with an enigma,
a puzzle that relates their life.
It lives on in the mysteries of this world
but becomes solved in the afterlife.
And peace returns again.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Mysteries Remain
The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Demeter in the grass,
I multiply,
renew and bless
Bacchus in the vine;
I hold the law,
I keep the mysteries true,
the first of these
to name the living, dead;
I am the wine and bread.
I keep the law,
I hold the mysteries true,
I am the vine,
the branches, you
and you.
poem by Hilda Doolittle
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Isn't It Better That Way?
How many years have I been given?
Nobody knows. I keep on livin'.
Life's my adventure day by day.
I don't know how long I will stay.
and isn't it better that way?
How many days have I been given?
How can I tell? I just keep livin'.
Life's inhalation, so I breathe
uncertain of what I will bequeath.
Life is uncertain, no guarantees.
It's one of life's intriuging mysteries.
and isn't better that way?
How many seconds have I been given?
Are there some left to keep on livin'?
Life goes so quick that when you look back
to your first little breath from that quick little smack.
so to me it's better that way.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Fiction is life with the dull bits left out.
quote by Clive James
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If there were no mystery left to explore life would get rather dull, wouldn't it?
quote by Sidney Buchman
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Why We Write
It all comes from the heart
And the enlightening of the mind
Composing lines of art
Under mysteries of the kind...
It may be a relief from grief
It always is an act of discovery
Even though it may be brief
Every word speaks eternity!
In the realms of writing
Life journeys face mysteries
Of love, faith, true living
In an eternal cycle of discoveries!
February 2012
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Physics is the science of all the tremendously powerful invisibilities - of magnetism, electricity, gravity, light, sound, cosmic rays. Physics is the science of the mysteries of the universe. How could anyone think it dull?
Dick Francis in Twice Shy
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The Poet To Be Yet
NOT he who sings smooth songs that soothe—
Sweet opiates that lull asleep
The sorrow that would only weep;
There are some spirit-stains so deep
That only tears may wash away.
Not he whose lays thrill fiercely till
The soul is sick with surfeiting,
Such passion flies, and leaves its sting,
Till through the body quivering
The wearied dull pain throbs again.
Not he whose glad voice says “Rejoice!”
For whom no clouds o'ercast the sky;
Whose god is in his heaven so high
That this dull world he come not nigh:
Life is no sun-kissed optimist!
But he who Sorrow's presence knows,
Who hears the minor chords beneath
The song of life, and feels the breath
Upon his cheek of quiet death,
Yet stirs and sings of life and love.
Who in his suffering yet can sing;
With that calm pathos in his face—
The hopeless yearning of the race—
Can chant the faith that holds its place,
Upsurging through each sore heart's speech;
Who, though his heart bleed, onward leads;
Who knows eternal is our quest,
Yet bids us toil and strive—not rest—
Who looks life o'er and takes its best—
This is the poet to be yet!
poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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Left behind...by Meena Mustafa
Leaves may wither, flowers may die, seasons may change and time may fly
The clouds I see up in the sky, brings the rain and miseries why?
I tried my best as a child at play
No worries did I have and enjoyed each day
I could run my fastest but still get beat
At times I would land on my head not feet
But what is it that was stuck in my mind?
The wish never to be left behind.
Time flew by with a blink of an eye
Mysteries unfold...there's nothing to lie
The harder I was thrown...the higher I bounced
Nothing came easy as it was all pronounced
Name it as destiny or the state of mind
I tried my best never to be left behind
Now after all these years I see the grey
Wrinkled skin...no child at play
My frail body and humbled soul
With time my life has taken its toll
My existence slowly fades away
In the midst of darkness, I kneel and pray
I pray for strength... I pray for life
I pray for my loved ones to be by my side
'Cause I fear being left alone or left behind.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Left Behind...
Leaves may wither, flowers may die,
seasons may change and time may fly
The clouds I see up in the sky,
brings the rain and miseries why?
I tried my best as a child at play
No worries did I have and enjoyed each day
I could run my fastest but still get beat
At times I would land on my head not feet
But what is it that was stuck in my mind?
The wish never to be left behind.
Time flew by with a blink of an eye
Mysteries unfold...there's nothing to lie
The harder I was thrown...the higher I bounced
Nothing came easy as it was all pronounced
Name it as destiny or the state of mind
I tried my best never to be left behind
Now after all these years I see the grey
Wrinkled skin...no child at play
My frail body and humbled soul
With time my life has taken its toll
My existence slowly fades away
In the midst of darkness, I kneel and pray
I pray for strength... I pray for life
I pray for my loved ones to be by my side
'Cause I fear being left alone or left behind.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Yesterday/Tommorrow
.
The silent shadows echo mysteries.
Across the disused nursery floor, a toy
Abandoned long ago by a child lies.
No echoes or mysteries can destroy.
The memories stored in a mothers mind.
Her children went and she was left behind,
To potter round to fill the day.
The big old house which served her family well
Is too big now to cope with on her own
The passing years and dwindling income tell
A story that is now far too well known.
Tomorrow she leaves for a nursing home.
Tomorrow when the children come.
Tuesday,13 March 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Mysteries Of Love
All I want is you, dont you know that
Forever loving you, dont you know that its true
Im leaving you tonight but dont listen if they say
That well never meet again in the land of make believe
We cannot lose the race, breaking the secret spells
They put on us, my love
Were far out of their reach, a million years ahead
They never understand the mysteries of love
Heres the mysteries of love
Give your body to the mysteries
Tear down your uniforms
Heres the mysteries of love
All I want to be, dont you know it
All we wanna be is free like the birds of the sea
We kiss the last good byes and are sailing with a smile
cross the iron borderline that butterflies despise
We cannot lose at all
Breaking the secret spells they put on us, my love
Forever out of reach, a million dreams ahead
Theyll never understand
The mysteries of love
song performed by by Alphaville
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Just Be You
When one looks at history
We can either
Learn from the past
To adapt to the present
So you can
Face tomorrow's mysteries
The age old question
We all ask
Can we better ourselves?
To better oneself
You must be brave
To better oneself
You must know love
To better oneself
You must be strong
To better oneself
You must believe
To better oneself
You must learn to share
To better oneself
Just be you
After learning all
Of life's mysteries
One must discover
To be true to
Thine own self
Just be you
poem by Kaila George
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Life is a painting! !
Coloured hues make up our life,
A role modelling brush shapes up our life,
Pure water mix our sorrows with joys,
A canvas's always there to put on your life,
A stand will always place you high in life,
A person is always beside to guide you in life,
And at last the whole world exists to look at your life....
You first paint your life on a piece of white,
you strive hard to shape your life,
but remember you always enjoy the strife you put in your life,
you first succeed when you sketch your life,
you then succeed when you paint it right,
you last succeed when you frame it bright....
Remenber a small jurk may spoil your thing,
bit of misguidance or excess of showing,
may not seem big when you ae doing,
but finally while looking,
that makes all the spoiling....
Just it is, your mistakes are not big,
when you do it,
but when life gets tougher,
mistakes look as blunders.
so strive as hard as you painted as much in life to succeed...
Good Luck! ! Go paint your life..
poem by Koushik Poolla
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Revealing My Soul
I stand on the abyss
Wondering what to do
But now I look forward
With no fears do you
Often I stood looking within
Wanting and praying
I will hide all my sins
I watched life go pass
Became a zombie I did
Breathing, moving, but lifeless within
Then suddenly shock
Through the mist and haze
Nightmares and fears
Slowly drifting away
But then a new fear
Hides deep within
Of finding the meaning
Of life’s mysteries
Should I take the first step?
Toward revealing my soul
Just to be picked
By the sinners anew
Picking and eating
Away at my soul
But this time I’m ready
For what happens to me
I take on the world
And all its mysteries
poem by Kaila George
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