To Me His Presence Is A Mystery
When havoc and disaster came my way
upon a tranquil sunny summer day
I had blamed God for being absent,
of my accusation He was innocent;
He is present in a world of iniquity
and to me His presence is a mystery.
I looked for God, Him I did not see,
His image, His presence eluded me
but I found His tracks everywhere,
in everything lovely His hand was there;
He is present in a world of iniquity
and to me His presence is a mystery
There was great beauty in a lone thrush
singing all the world to a holy hush,
the pattering rain brought along new birth
while He continually blessed the earth;
He is present in a world of iniquity
and to me His presence is a mystery.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The presence of the truly great
Yes yes.. I’ve not forgotten that:
the presence of the great –
when destiny has brought you
to their presence; destiny
brought them, here, now, to you;
how in their presence, duality itself
is magnified: do your palms slightly sweat?
while unity is merely apprehended
as the world grows before your eyes?
Great crooks too – who believe
that the world, the oystered pearl, is theirs;
and those great souls: whose gift
it is, to know the world, and tell;
they show themselves; and you know that
you’re graced – but by the grace which, as they show,
is always there; is always here; and humbled by this show,
in surfeit of this taste of grace, then quietly you leave..
And they recede – or do they? – to
the sternest test: the memory:
a photograph, or record of their voice..
Now: look upon their image, but without regret;
for this, your sternest test; the duty of true unity:
they come to life again; again in you;
you carry them to show the world anew.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Cargo
As we get poorer,
We accept any gift, grant, loan or help with a glee;
But my words have different sounds to different people.
Is it rumours when you dig up a dead body from the mud?
Iniquity upon iniquity to the cultures of man;
For many people are killed in cold blood and we say nothing.
People drees nicely to churches but,
They are still the workers of iniquity;
Like a conflict of a dream after commodities.
How do we overcome our debts?
You are very young and gifted,
You are very young and talented,
You are very young and educated,
But you are broke without a clue.
Of the hustle and bustle,
Who do i blame when the sun rises?
From a parcel to a luggage before the cargo is sent,
Like the kind of human activities all around us.
What a world that we live in!
When we always expect something from someone;
Iniquity upon iniquity to the cultures of man;
Like the cargo at the harbour.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Mystery of Godliness
Friend, the mystery of godliness, becomes a part of your witness.
For when you come to Jesus Christ, you begin to walk a holy life.
A walk devoted to Christ our Lord, and one that will not be ignored.
For not only is God watching you, but men see all you say and do.
This godliness comes from within, from Jesus, as you walk in Him.
Christ’s Spirit, sent by Him, takes up residence, and resides within.
And The Spirit living within, renders dead, your previous life of sin.
Now your new life and its desire, is not from earth but much higher.
The Mystery of Godliness is great; and it’s His return that we await.
There’s no question about this life, the godliness is found in Christ.
He appeared in a body on the earth, this through a miraculous birth,
Was vindicated by The Spirit of God, and coming back with His rod.
He was seen by angels and men, in a world that stood condemned.
He preached among every nation, the glorious Gospel of Salvation.
Men in the world believed in Him, and He was taken to Glory again.
Christ left us with a world to reach, and a message for us to preach.
Christ is our example of a holy life, and the Godly image of sacrifice.
The mystery was revealed in Him, on the cross as He forgave our sin.
And today the mystery of godliness, lights the way for us to witness.
Any godliness that men may see, is because of Christ, not you or me.
The World Beyond - A Place of Mystery
Chapter One:
the begin
life is a cycle
but not quite a trifle...
the world around us
a world of mystery
we may not understand
what is at hand
for this is the world around us
for understanding the world
is understanding a dropp in the ocean
we have the world
a world that we do not understand
if we discover the world's secrets
we will know that drop
and we will fully make sense of life
we are the world
the world is us
thus being the key to the world's secret doors
the doors to knowledge
we must live our purpose
each creature learning more and more
until the world we know
is six feet above us
our world is coming to an end
the world we know of
the world we understand
yet don't understand
we must fix what we have done.....
the stars were bright
at the dawn of our flight
for our world had begun
the world we cherish
the world we know
but don't know
the world beyond
the dinosaurs we know so little about
how they stood for so many years
a mystery to us
imagine
the world
our world
intertwining in the footsteps
with the world we do not understand
chaos would turn to peace
imagine
our world
and the world beyond
together as one
peace and harmony
hatred and chaos
our world will have both
until we know
what we do not know
does not have to stay a mystery
now you shall know
the world beyond us
what is the world beyond us
the world we do not understand
and so we begin
the world above
the world below
our souls our colliding
and so I write this
our making
our design
just a dropp in the ocean
but with that drop
there can be another dropp saved
and a complete change in this world
we underestimate those drops
causing frustration and dislike
for it is not possible to do the impossible
unless the possible is done
Chapter two:
no choice
(the present day)
the world around us
its melting
our time is running out
the mystery we face
is an understanding that some do not have
those who understand
must help those who don't understand
to understand
thus making a difference in the environment
once the environment is fixed
we must keep it fixed
of face tragic consequences
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Kept In the Presence
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
You do not have to feel,
What you give is not observed.
Everything you do has meaning.
And attention given,
You deserve.
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
Someone who feels,
You to be equally appealing.
Someone who sees you,
And bestows the highest priority.
You need not worry about that cart you push,
Filled with cans.
Those storage plastic bags you drag.
Is a testimony!
Do not ever let that make you sad!
You need not concern yourself,
About your disheveled looks.
It's already known...
Your best is at your command.
And the strength you have...
You did not get from books.
But it is there and it is felt...
In the friendship that is there,
By the firmness grasped...
Upon shaking your hand.
So without judgement passed.
A 'divinity' you have.
And it is yours to last!
This 'divinity of ministry'
Is yours to last.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where The World Hits Me Down
Where the world hits me down
I ask you to see me as your own
and make my free from all iniquity,
O God, have mercy on me.
When my whole world suddenly wavers
I still see your stars in their glittering behaviour
and I beg do not pass; let me your face see
O God, have mercy on me.
In my country there is desolation and unrest
and still I am asking you to bless,
keep me from wretchedness free
O God, have mercy on me
My lot is the conclusion of my apostasy
and daily I still see your delivery
while here I am confessing before you in transparency,
O God, have mercy on me
When in glory I stand in grace
then my eyes will be on your face
and in your presence I will have no other plea:
O God, have mercy on me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Nothing Can Sweep Our Feelings Away (Italian Sonnet)
Even when the shadows increase
on this lovely sunny summer day
nothing can sweep our feelings away
and its something that never cease
the power of love does only increase,
its presence is without any decay
and your dear face do portray
its impact, its caring and its peace
its something powerful passionate
yet at times it's wise and meek
and it takes many a guise in gentleness
while actions do its presence indicate
and continually people does it seek
as it can forget and forgive in its genuineness.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The ambassador was never present, but his presence was never absent.
quote by Theodore C. Sorensen
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In His Presence
O for the glory of the risen King
Basking in your presence makes my heart sing
In your presence mysteries are revealed
In your presence I am healed
Rend the heavens, may your presence flow down
When I'm in your presence you are all around
You are vast beyond the heavens and you have no end
It's an incredible thing that you have called me friend
Just one moment with you my King
Has ruined me for the rest of my days
You have ruined me for the things of this world
You have ruined me for all of its ways
For my eyes have seen the King
And I became undone
Your glory filled the temple
And your light outshone the sun
And now my heart is full of light
And fire you gave to me
And every part is full of love
That's deeper than the sea
All of this from just one touch
One touch from the Master's hand
I will worship you forevermore
And in your presence I will stand
poem by Frank McEleny
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Psalm 84
Just one moment in your presence
Means all the world to me
I marvel at your majesty
That fills the sanctuary
My weary souls it longs for you
In a dry and dusty land
Your glory brings me to my knees
In your presence I shall not stand
I would rather hold the door
Of glory high above
Within the door dwells majesty
A place that's filled with love
The Lord my God is a sun and shield
I stand upon Holy ground
And no good thing will be withheld
For those who once were bound
Blessed is the man who trust in you
As he walks the narrow way
For he shall find his dwelling place
In your presence every day
poem by Frank McEleny
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Today... 'The Deliverer
'Who shall deliver me? ' Was my great cry
because this sinful man deserved to die.
There out of Zion came the blesséd One
God's precious and Only Belovéd Son.
Great Deliverer from the gates of hell
of Gentiles and children of Israel.
For God has made a covenant with them
to remove their sins and not to condemn.
And that covenant has included me
He's removed my sin and iniquity.
This sinner impossible though it seemed
by the Deliverer has been redeemed.
For You have promised to present me Lord
washed and made clean by Your precious blood.
Without any spot and so clean and pure
You are my Lord and great Deliverer.
Don't be ignorant of this mystery
He has removed all godlessness from me.
Israel shall be saved and Gentiles too
let's not harden our heart as others do.
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Light...
at the present
you are filled with so much worries
this is not necessary
if you are inside it
do not drown yourself with the fullness of its words
torrents are always there
no matter where
come to think of it
when we were once young and new to this world
we are preoccupied with so much fun
we never had time
reflecting our smooth skins
on that mirror
of sorrow
some people who are lost in the present
trace their way back to the past
for some reminders
that times are not that bleak and dark
that this world is not just made of waste and garbage
or that this sun always
shines faithfully for
everyone
always
there is no such thing as overwhelming grief
neither is happiness
that plenary
that there is no more space for
its presence
relax my dear
find a nook and breathe
light always leaks its
way out
into your closing
eyes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mystery beast
Do you know me?
Thats the question you ask.
Well I know you allright.
I am the beast.
That fucks up your day.
What is this mystery beast.
The one that eats my day by day?
Why does this unforseen beast pick on me?
What did I ever do?
Oh mystery beast.
I can not see you.
But I sense your presence.
Please dont pocess my body.
Realease me please.
This mystery beast.
Runs through my vains.
Eating me day by day.
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The present is a present, so be present
Always, behind the known,
the greater unknown…
behind the tedious Latin translation,
the struggle to find French elegance in French -
the private joys of the translator…
that rare intimacy, as a soul to soul
across the divides of language…
‘Laetus in praesens’ says Marsilio Ficino
in his Renaissance colloquial Latin
written up around the wall
of his Academy, such as it was…
The translator – half mechanical,
half philosopher, scribbles down
‘Rejoice in the present’..
and presently, pauses, contemplates…
Is it, was it, as easy as all that?
Sounds good, but is it practical?
In another age, Eckhart Tolle will expound
The Power Of Now – how joy
will follow presence, as the night the day…
The translator, cautious in his guidelines,
contemplates ‘Be present, rejoicing..’
as a poetic alternative… thus satisfying
philosophy as the study of causes…
checks various manuscripts; ah,
it’s written in one as ‘impraesens’…
almost adjectival; as a necessary state:
‘rejoice, being present’ then, perhaps?
Behind the shoulder of the translator,
stands as always, just as does
the unknown at the shoulder of the known,
(not quite nudging, sometimes, the writing arm)
the author…so close, this present moment,
is his presence…
the translator, gifted with a present by the wise,
the presence of the wise,
is wholly present; and that almost
imperceptible joy – recognised only
by the absence of all other things –
which the wise call bliss,
steals like a blessing
from the eternal, timeless, unblemished,
perfect now.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Male/Female
i find it sad how men,
in their 'infinite wisdom',
throughout the centuries,
have created a male world,
driven by a male ego,
controlled by male wisdom,
under the banner of a male god,
created in the image of man!
and yet the power of creation
has always dwelled in the feminine...
wisdom, passion, eros, beauty,
and even childbirth...
men in their fear of what they
dont understand, and of what they
cant do in themselves...
have always sought to keep the female
down, regulating her to second class
status, keeping her subjugated.
look at how we've ended up! a total
disaster created by self oriented fear!
i think it's time we stepped back, and
looked at the truth!
we wouldnt be here without women...
would have very little understanding
of love and family!
that which moves and flows, creates,
and brings night after day, and day
after night, has always been the feminine...
i stand in awe of woman... can feel her
presence in both the wind and the rain...
the emancipated woman stands at the door,
both mystery and faith by her side!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lost and Found
For so long my heart was trapped in darkness,
My soul was filled with pain,
No one will ever know my sorrow,
It just felt like there would be no tomorrow.
Then one day you were lurking,
In the deep shadows of my mind,
I asked myself why I felt so lost,
Was it You I was meant to find?
I watch You from a distance,
Yet Your presence was is clear,
To me You are a mystery,
You are so far away,
Yet so very near.
Now You are always with me,
Of that fact I'm sure,
I am safe in Your presence,
Forever more.
My God You found me,
When I had no hope of being found,
My heart and soul rejoice now,
The darkness is no more around.
poem by Denice Robinson
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In Complete Control
The Lord above moves this world, through events divinely unfurled,
Unveiling events for nations to see, the hand of the God of Eternity.
Working beside man’s wickedness, to move some to righteousness,
While bringing true hope in our time, through events which are divine.
Events that attest to the Revelation, from The God of all of Creation,
With many events from the past, pointing to time that will forever last.
Hopefully moving the heart of man, to fully embrace His Eternal Plan,
As these times continues to unfold, towards the Age for all to behold.
And The Lord is in complete control, of God’s Created Terrestrial Ball,
Watching over all He does cherish, and wanting not any man to perish.
Although man may die on the earth, God offers every man a new birth,
From Him, it’s a new birth spiritually, so we can live through all eternity.
God’s control doesn’t hinder man, from following Satan’s wicked plan,
For many ignore God’s Revelation, while they reject His only Salvation.
That’s why earth is full of adversity, being fomented by Satan’s iniquity,
But it shall not continue to flourish, for under Christ, all evil shall perish.
As all iniquity will be cast into Hell, with sin and death by Christ, as well,
When God’s control will see the end, to all of Satan’s iniquity my friend.
And He who controls Heaven above, shall fill all the earth with His Love,
When in God’s Sovereign control, He purges earth of every wicked soul.
(Copyright ©10/2007)
Curious Presence
There was a presence, close to me,
With soft-like sounds no more,
At first, a solemn mystery
Until I could be sure...
And then a lone wolf dead ahead,
From nowhere, now in sight,
Such that there was a sense of dread,
A chill that led to fright...
And yet I sensed the danger passed,
As if there were no harm,
Its curious presence there at last,
No mutual alarm...
No fear from me, no fear from him,
Just co-existence now,
Living souls, with each a pilgrim,
With peace our silent vow...
He looked at me, his coat aglow,
His eyes like dogs I owned,
Perhaps that's why I let him go,
His future life condoned...
With ears on high, transfixed above,
Alert to all around...
Though times were hard and life was tough,
A vision to astound...
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Curious Presence'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Presence A Myth
Past tells presence
And presence passes it
To the envied future
But this myth goes on
As there is no
Such a thing as present
Today is past
And tomorow is future
But when the sun rise
It is all declared a past
For every second I breathe
For every minute I live
I declare all that past
And so i live it behind
But for every morning
I await
That is where the future is
And for every morning
I live behind
That is where the past lies
There's no presence
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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The Fog Rolls In
The fog rolls in
covering the moist earth
and
hiding the world
Hazy and beautiful
Haunting and sad
How so much like the world
of the broken hearted
The world in its beauty
is stilled by its presence
coming over the hills
consuming everything
completely
then gradually fading away
The fog rolls in
the heavens sigh
just wait
it will leave
and let beauty
creep slowly back
into the world again
poem by Lynzi Berner
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