Departed to the judgment,
Departed to the judgment,
A mighty afternoon;
Great clouds like ushers leaning,
Creation looking on.
The flesh surrendered, cancelled
The bodiless begun;
Two worlds, like audiences, disperse
And leave the soul alone.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Where were you?
Where were you when I laid earth's foundation
and stars sang with angels at creation
when upon the threshold of time and space
I flung the mighty galaxies into place?
Where were you at the dawning of that day
when firstborn light sped forth upon its way
and into the darkness its' rays disperse
lighting the vastness of the universe?
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Woe is me Lord for I am mortal man
and I was not there when the world began.
I saw not those heavenly bodies made
or the acts of creation You displayed.
But now, my soul within me has been stirred
and I was enthralled as I read Your word.
With eyes of faith I saw what You had done
The power of God. The Almighty One.
My spirit sings as I address my praise
To mighty God, the Ancient of Days.
Who was, Who is, and Who will always be
For the Beginning and the End is He.
God Making The Moves
In a modern interactive
technological database chip age
is God still like de main man
prime mover making de moves?
Humanity still writes
history on silicon sand
humanity explores space
inner space outer space.
Humanity traces finger in sand
creates new worlds to understand
mimics creator scientific mimics
creation on earth machine hat tricks.
Humanity in creation dust crawls
tracing trajectory dust motion motes
trying to reunite clay soul flesh mind
flesh mortality soul immortality mind.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Today... 'Architect and Builder
Ere time elapsed or creation began
You drew up Your wondrous salvation plan.
A mighty universe was to be made
through which Your glory would be displayed
Builder of all things both seen and unseen
of every earthly and heavenly scene.
Angelic hosts their great praises render
as creation appeared in all its splendour.
Its great Architect and Builder was God
and the streets of His creation He trod.
Climbing the steep path to Calvary's hill
His great Plan of Salvation to fulfil.
To build again the New Jerusalem
and fill its streets with children of Abraham
To build the Church each stone a living soul
each one born again and in Christ made whole
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Licia Sonnets 39
Fair matchless nymph, respect but what I crave;
My thoughts are true, and honour is my love;
I fainting die whom yet a smile might save;
You gave the wound, and can the hurt remove.
Those eyes like stars that twinkle in the night,
And cheeks like rubies pale in lilies dyed,
Those ebon hands that darting hath such might
That in my soul my love and life divide,
Accept the passions of a man possessed;
Let love be loved and grant me leave to live;
Disperse those clouds that darkened have my rest,
And let your heaven a sun-like smile but give!
Then shall I praise that heaven for such a sun
That saved my life, whenas my grief begun.
poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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A Woman’s Sonnets: VIII
I sue thee not for pity on my case.
If I have sinned, the judgment has begun.
My joy was but one day of all the days,
And clouds have blotted it and hid the sun.
Thou wert so much to me! But soon I knew
How small a part could mine be in thy life,
That all a woman may endure or do
Counts little to her hero in the strife.
I do not blame thee who deserved no blame;
Thou hast so many worlds within thy ken.
I staked my all upon a losing game,
Knowing the nature and the needs of men,
And knowing too how quickly pride is spent.
With open eyes to Love and Death I went.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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A Spring-Afternoon
I am thinking for a walk, and
I just decided to have a walk outside my home.
I am passing by my street.
I am looking at the afternoon's view.
Spring just has arrived …….
I can smell its essence.
So, I am glad to sensualize it.
But, what does it cost for a senseless?
Now, I can realize the sayings of great men
as too many beautiful songs have been sung in an orderly manner (to expose the pleasures of spring) .
I just met with my closest one,
(My spiritual preceptor)
and shared opinions to bring back again our former reverence.
I need to collect such wisdom.
It is necessary to cater to these all along.
Now, I am going back home.
Suddenly, I got the disperse of a wonderful day light and its reflection on a reddish ground and brown clay.
It looks like a heavenly day.
It takes me and my sense out from mournful contemplation.
I just got a snooty but smooth, still relaxation.
It seems the day wants to be dawn again flushing such light.
You are Marvellous!
You are glamorous-Spring-afternoon.
It's my fate to manifest you (Spring-afternoon) .......
I think, I have reached the extreme edge of my emotion.
I want to compare it with a little dreamy excursion.
It does not happen, but I have it!
I am just observing,
and I feel nothing- but..... (I can stick my eyes to see this afternoon) .
I have not enough thoughts to depict.
I shall have to create sentences, but I can't right now.
I will always be waiting to see it again.
Yes, it's unspeakable…..
It's unfaded.
It's unforgettable.
Now, I have realized a priceless and vulgar word called ‘ self-applause'.
Be great and always excuse.
So, you are great, The Spring Afternoon.
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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I mean the flesh, never fade! The flesh never leave the creation, see, because with that divine spirit the flesh cannot fade. If the spirit is weak then the flesh fade, seen?
quote by Peter Tosh
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The order of the world is always right - such is the judgment of God. For God has departed, but he has left his judgment behind, the way the Cheshire Cat left his grin.
quote by Jean Baudrillard
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War of the worlds
worlds
worlds
worlds
so many worlds
and in each world
yet so many worlds
and in each world
war..war...war
down to the tiniest creation
each foreign world
floats and sinks in its own world
a world of nature
a world of war
ever ready to
guard us against
foreign worlds
world
world
world
yet each to his own world
at least for now
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Am The Man That I Am The Sum Of All My Days
I am the man that I am the sum of all my days
but I desire to be the man God wants me to be.
God's working in me and changing my ways
like a potter moulding clay He's transforming me.
This man of flesh is being changed to be like his Lord
God reached down from heaven to this man on earth
and breathed His Spirit in me through His Living Word
kissed me with the kiss of life - The gift of new birth.
A new creation has begun in me through Jesus God's Son
O blessed Spirit complete the work I will not hinder You.
Make me like Christ and finish the work You have begun
for I desire to be like Jesus and do what You want me to.
Keep changing me into the man that you want me to be
that I may walk as Enoch did to love and care as you do.
I know not how much time is left upon this earth for me
but what I have got I give back to serve and worship you.
Great mercy You have shown in the things you have done
and I praise You for Your love during these difficult days.
True repentance I have shown and healing has now begun
in this wretched worldly man by an awesome God of grace.
America has begun a spiritual reawakening. Faith and hope are being restored. Americans are turning back to God. Church attendance is up. Audiences for religious books and broadcasts are growing. And I do believe that he has begun to heal our blessed land.
Ronald Reagan in to the National Association of Evangelicals, Columbus, Ohio
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O Lord My God! - -Carl Boberg
O Lord my God!
When I in awesome wonder
consider all the worlds
Thy hands have made
I see the stars,
I hear the rolling thunder,
The power throughout the universe displayed
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the geltle breeze;
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in; -
That on the cross my burden gladly bearing,
He bled to take away my sin; -
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim, My God, How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
poem by Sangnam Nam
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The Sunset
When the sun goes down,
And the clouds all frown,
Night has begun for the sunset.
See it with your eyes,
Earth re-energized
By the sun's rays every day.
Take a look out there,
Planets everywhere.
When the sun goes down
And the clouds all frown,
Night has begun for the sunset.
Shadows on the ground
Never make a sound,
Fading away in the sunset.
Night has now become
Day for everyone.
I can see it all
From this great height.
I can feel the sun
Slipping out of sight
And the world still goes on
Through the night.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Cogito Ergo Sum
holiness is the source of our energy it is a manifestation of God's sacredness of our soul, as it is an innate aura, engulf the immortality of the soul, for the path of eternity is illuminated its sanctity of holiness
as great Jesuits theologians manifest that the way to perfection of the soul is through faith, a humble hearts is a spirit that believe the mercy of the Father, the omniscience and the omnipotent in all creation, for God is.
......... the provider and the source of life
..........that God's creation is for the fulfillment of existence.
..........the alpha and the omega of everything that exist.
..........that dominion is through out the whole universe
a wonderful fulfillment that God has given us the free will to decide, where our soul take it rest, it is a freedom of choice, of every step, we make, of where it take and end
as the great Dominicans theologian belief and stand that all we have seen and live is only part of a beautiful creation of God, perfected by His mighty architect hands, the wisdom that encompasses beyond extraterrestrial universe, as it lay down the master plan of His creation, for we have witness the loving Father of life..
.........the only loving Father, and the giver of life
.........that His kingdom awaits for our salvation..
.........the eternity is for us to live.
.........that all soul are part of His grand master plan
our faith brings us to the realm of God's wisdom, an eyes that close, leads us to see the truth of creation and the salvation we ride, our
faith is the key, to reach its destination, be aware that holiness is the door for we had already the key to perfection of our souls, the acceptance of free destination, brings us to His kingdom
great theologians have witness and lighted our salvation to the right path, the will of the father and as God destined us to go is not where our soul want to go, but rather the purity of our hearts will bring us to our faith that save our soul...... a final destination is the eternity we
have to reach... the Father who awaits us in His paradise
poem by Antonio Liao
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Evening: The Sun Set: Twilight Time
When the sun goes down,
And the clouds all frown,
Night has begun for the sunset.
See it with your eyes;
Earth re-energized
By the suns rays every day.
Take a look out there,
Planets everywhere.
When the sun goes down,
And the clouds all frown,
Night has begun for the sunset.
Shadows on the ground;
Never make a sound,
Fading away in the sunset.
Night has now become
Day for everyone.
I can see it all
From this great height.
I can feel the sun
Slipping out of sight;
And the world still goes on
Through the night.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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The Distance Of These Other Worlds
THE DISTANCE OF THESE OTHER WORLDS
The distance of these other worlds
Means you and I
Will never know them in our lifetimes-
The distance of these other worlds
Means you and I
Are in space and time
So small-
The distance of these other worlds
Means there is a great emptiness in- between
Vaster than our own spaces and worlds-
The distance of these other worlds
Means we in our own
Are more alone-
And if and when we meet others
Will not meet
In arrogant pride
But in fearful humility
The distance of these other worlds
Whether they are real or not
Means we are less great
Than we thought
And never will be
As singularly real
As we once dreamed-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ignoring Creation’s Witness
Look about you, what do you see, creation about us abundantly,
From the sky above, to the ground, God’s Creation is all around;
From the grass plush and green, to blue sky above every scene,
God’s Creation all about the earth, is evidence of Creation’s birth.
When God spoke, it had begun; creating this world, with His Son,
As God continued for six days, with all Creation, to God’s Praise;
Saying, as God capped His Plan, in Our Image, let us create man,
Finishing Creation with His best, on day seven He then would rest.
Now with Creation set in place, it continues this day by His Grace,
While producing all kinds of life, to be sustained by Jesus Christ;
Nature from God pleasing to the eye, from the ground to the sky,
Birds, animals and vegetation, all produced within God’s Creation.
Nothing at all, has evolved, except minds, which haven’t resolved,
What to do with all God’s Truth, to validate a theory with no proof,
With an evolving, darkened mind, they leave logical Truths behind,
Deceiving, while being deceived, God’s Truth, they never believed.
But, even if God, these men refuse, all men will be without excuse,
Whatever theory these men claim, they’ll hang their head in shame,
For our Creator won’t be mocked, and they’ll be eternally shocked,
As they depart from His Majesty, to enter a darker, eternal destiny.
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How Great Thou Art
O Lord my God
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds
They hands have made
I see the stars
I hear the rollin' thunder
Thy power throughout
The universe displayed.
Then sings my soul
My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art
How great Thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art!
When Christ shall come
With shouts of acclamation
And take me home
What joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow
In humble adoration
And there proclaim,
''My God, how great Thou art!''
Then sings my soul
My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art
How great Thou art
Then sings my soul
My Savior God, to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art
How great Thou art!...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Between Two Worlds
I got a dirty, dirty feelin
That I just cant shake
Yeah my brain keeps burnin
And my body just aches
I know a womans body
Is only flesh and bone
A womans body is
Only flesh and bone
How come I cant let go?
Im between two worlds
I said oh yeah, Im out of my mind
Im between two worlds
Theres a lot of people talkin
bout the danger zone
Theres adventure novels
bout takin to the road
I know a womans body
Is only flesh and bone
How come I cant let go
Im between two worlds
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Intense Hatred
Intense showers of creation,
By the One who matters,
Have been never evil to my soul,
Granting me a hatred of speed,
Of brotherhood and brilliant peace.
It cancelled me, that season called winter,
In winter it snowed of flakes of silver
But gold believes it now has a home
In the shadows of the sky
And the layers of the sea.
poem by Naveed Akram
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