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No Mystery Is There

No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.

The ones who go through the motions...
Are not completely freed.
Doubts scatter about in their minds.
With images perceived.

Messages they get...
Are often discredited and thrown away.
And still they pray to be relieved...
Of miseries carried and/or adorned,
On their sleeves.

And a presence God selects,
To ensure to those faithful...
He is, indeed, near.
Those of conflicting hypocrisies,
Choose not to silence their lips.
Yet quick to close their ears.

No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.

'Those can not be,
The messages for 'me' to receive.
They come across too intellectual.
And a feeling of suspicion...
Wishes inside of me for them to leave.'

~And you are more familiar with nonsense?
With an acceptance of that and deceit? ~

'No,
I'm not saying that at all.
If God were to contact me...
I would know it in His manner of 'speech'.
Which I 'perceive' is more down to Earth,
Than what I've heard falsely spoken to me.'

~So,
In other words...
You are a selective listener? ~

'I'm just saying...
I know the voice of God when I hear it.
And so far,
The only voices that I've heard,
Are from those folks who think they know me.
They don't know me to tell me what I should do! '

~So why do you pray? ~

'To get answers from God,
Of course.
What a stupid question! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conflicting Contradictions

We indulge our 'selves'...
In conflicting contradictions.
We see fit to inflict our misfit ideals...
Upon those who are exposed,
To our unlimited hypocrisies.

We become suspicious of the 'good'!
And yet pray to be delivered from evil.
Although there is a need to feed our temptations...
To satisfy selfish greed,
We can not perceive living without!

Believing with a misguided faith...
This is what God is all about!
And ignoring all the messages sent...
To cloud the 'truth',
With our stubborn doubts!

We twist the simplistic...
To dissect and destroy.
We become distraught,
With a happiness shown
And when that is expressed...
It upsets and annoys!
And we prefer to see it not condoned.

We wish for peace!
And yet any signs of it,
We rip into pieces.
We can not accept this as a sickness!
That is why so much of it has increased.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Patient Heat For the Making

When love from these lips have spoken to ears heard,
It is not there for a temporary visit...
For purposes to witness a stirring that occurs!
And when it is whispered,
There is a roaring thunder of it...
Kept in waiting to project.

But I desire it to be felt,
With a passion one accepts.
Knowing what is in my heart,
Leaves one anticipating...
To share the depth of it next.
So much of it I can reflect!

When love from these lips have spoken to ears heard,
It is not there for a temporary visit.
Arriving as it does...
With a wish the listener hears it,
And wants all of what it is to stay!
More of this awaits,
In patient heat for the making.
Hoping that a taking of it...
Will not be delayed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Without Faith

Life without faith,
Could be a lonely walk to take.
For those in disbelief,
There is no God to bring them relief.
Or prayers that are answered,
With miracles done!

For those in disbelief,
There are no angels invisible around.
Or assigned to them,
Without a sound heard to disturb and un-nerve.
And yet said can be found.
To assist one gently.
Leaving not one heart to pound...
With added theatrics!

Perhaps that is one reason,
Many folks walk with their heads down.
Choosing not to lift them up.
Feeling a closeness to others,
In their stuck ruts!
Planted like fixtures into the ground.
Believing to sit on their butts is an honor.
And a statement made profund!

Waiting they do impatiently,
To be sucked into gutters.
Like ships without rudders,
With complaints to utter!
In a muffled cuss.
As if children wishing to be heard,
But expecting to be hushed.

'Didn't I tell you enough is enough? '

And enough 'is' enough either way it is spoken!
Whether coming or going or hushed.
Enough 'is' enough...
When 'stuff' gets to be too much,
'Stuff' vacant of substance!

Life without faith,
Could be a lonely walk to take.
For those in disbelief,
There is no God to bring them relief.
Or prayers that are answered,
With miracles done!

And they can not see themselves to be,
Living their lives isolated.
And, selfishly lived in quiet debasement.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unlimited

I know You are 'there' My Father.
A countless number of times,
You have answered my prayers.
Even when I had been lost,
And wrapped up in my own discomforts.
I felt Your presence.

I know You are 'there' My Father.
Through challenges and my obstacles faced.
When I stumbled and laid where I fell...
Feeling disgraced.
You held me close.
And Your love I felt so dear!

In You I trust to know my heart and soul.

I know You are 'there' My Father,
I do.
Wherever Thou art I am here,
With You near!

I know You are 'there' My Father.
And everywhere I see and observe,
The magnificent gifts You alone give.
I just wish my mission,
Was as equally as timeless sometimes.
And unlimited.

Even though I know too well,
All the time...
I am already so blessed.
And also grateful to know I can show it,
When I visit You in prayer...
Loyal and devoted!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Within Their Restricted Mental Limits

There are more who pray and complain,
Than there are those who pray with a faith committed.
There are those who say they pray everyday...
And remain fearful to let God with them,
Have His way.

There are those who receive answers to questions asked.
To still deny those messages given.
There are those who claim they 'believe' as they do.
But only if what is believed fits the image,
Within their restricted mental limits!

And nothing the Creator has made even today,
Has ever stopped to be confirmed...
By anyone on Earth,
Through use of learned scriptures or quoted verse...
Can swear to declare God has finished!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How to Pray?

Pray incessantly;
Pray most fervently;
Pray with all your heart;
God will do His part!

Pray most sensibly;
Pray most effectively;
Pray deep from your heart;
Pray as if an art!

Pray for prolonged time;
Pray in any clime;
Pray by singing rhymes;
God’s answers chime!

Pray in holy place;
Pray with heav’nly gaze;
Pray for human race;
Pray in many ways.

Let prayers rise up high;
Let prayers pierce the sky;
Let prayers touch God’s heart,
As blessings divine start!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-14-2009

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Sonnet XI: Tears, Vows, and Prayers

Tears, vows, and prayers win the hardest heart:
Tears, vows, and prayers have I spent in vain;
Tears cannot soften flint, nor vows convert;
Prayers prevail not with a quaint disdain.
I lose my tears where I have lost my love;
I vow my faith where faith is not regarded;
I pray in vain a merciless to move;
So rare a faith ought better be rewarded.
Yet though I cannot win her will with tears,
Though my soul's idol scorneth all my vows,
Though all my prayers be to so deaf ears,
No favor though the cruel Fair allows.
Yet will I weep, vow, pray to cruel she;
Flint, frost, disdain wears, melts, and yields we see.

poem by Samuel Daniel
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Wishes That Remain Ungranted

we thank God for those wishes
and prayers that till today remained unanswered
there are reasons
he knows all these reasons and we fall short of our limited explanations

we do not have to pray hard for something
that we do not deserve
for some things that may after all be not good for ourselves
the very reason why they remained as not ours to have and to hold

those who insisted and those whose prayers are finally answered
God says
have been duly punished.

we only pray for what God wills
that is wise enough.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In the Vale of Llangollen

In the fields and the lanes again!
There's a bird that sings in my ear
Messages, messages;
The green cool song that I long to hear.

It pipes to me out of a tree
Messages, messages;
This is the voice of the sunshine,
This is the voice of grass and the trees.

It is the joy of Earth
Out of the heaven of the trees:
The voice of a bird in the sunshine singing me
Messages, messages.

poem by Arthur Symons
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Pray To God He Understands

Pray, pray when things go wrong
and fears around you
the love you have god will hear in your voice
look up to him
he always near
pray, pray go with your troubles straight to him
pray, pray for god understands
have faith
leaving all in his dear hands.

Pray, pray be calm and still
whatever comes must be his will
his promises like buds unfold
naught that is good will he with hold
pray, pray go with your troubles straight to him
pray, pray for god understands
have faith
leaving all in his dear hands.

Pray, pray till faith grows strong
and in your hart rings heaven's song
the loving god your voice will hear
look up to him he's always near
pray, pray go with your troubles straight to him
pray, pray for god understands
have faith
leaving all in his dear hands.

poem by Djean Whitney
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Devoted To A Going Through Of The Motions

Is it in the routine shown,
That I believe I am and get favor...
From a 'deity' I wish to impress.
Because of the ritual of the act,
I address as told is expected...
To achieve the best affect.

Or is it my expectation that I receive it,
As I acknowledge my ability to forgive...
To others with proclamations stated,
That I am chosen and highly favored...
Since I am devoted,
To a going through of the motions.

And to do this I am,
With all of the artifacts adorned and attached...
With a flaunting of it to ensure they are seen,
By others familiar with going through the same routine.
And I can redeem myself while passing judgement,
On others anytime I choose and wish.
No matter how artificial the entire process.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Prayer

in prayer you kneel you make your pleas
you signify
your lowliness in supplication
you behave
like a slave

you mumble you juggle your words
choppy sometimes as you are in deep sorrow
in hunger in thirst
in dire need of comfort
asking wanting that your prayers
be granted

you genuflect to a certain extent
you are crying
you are silent
yet you are so confused and crowded
you need your prayers to be answered
at once
the soonest

you are dying
or someone you love is dying out there
you want to live
you want the other you love to live some years
you want to be together

hence your prayers
some tears fall on the floors now wet and salty
a flood of tears
a rush of a thousand words in supplication
you fall on the floor
face down the earth hands stretching body flat and so tired

i watch you and i pity you and if i were God myself i could have
heard and granted all our prayers

the prayer room is so silent
it is cold tonight and i am too, so confused hearing nothing

outside a storm is raging
the rain so strong like the wind is coming

i close the door and the windows so there may still be silence
so our prayers may be heard

who knows? maybe, maybe, who knows? we must still continue....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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0369 Prayer. To Mike, who asked.

Simplest prayer, soonest answered,
so it’s said; so let us be as little children
(themselves an answered prayer..?)
and ask the simplest questions -

how? whom to? for what? and will we get
what we are asking for? promise?
suppose He or She or It thinks, (if They think anyway..)
that’s it’s a silly thing to ask for,
or just a bit too ‘me’ and greedy,
will they say no? will they let us know
somehow, that’s it’s no?

or will our justice be
to get what we think we want
until the day we wish we hadn’t asked for it?
or is it like the tale of the three wishes,
everything turned to gold – including us! …
another wish, please cancel; then
the last and sensible small wish, which may even
include the welfare of all others too?

Some say the commonest of prayers
amounts to, please God, let two and two
please equal five…that prayers may only ask
what may be within the domain of the law
of our Creation; some even say that, given this,
we’ll always get what we wish for – eventually;
but that by some mighty, unalterable law,
as with the fairies gathered around
Sleeping Beauty’s cradle, as the Fates,
along with what we asked for, comes
a something else for which we didn’t ask…

others say that there’s no difference
between the meaning of a prayer, and praise;
that in our praise, our prayer is surely shaped
and those who do not think to praise
may never know, to whom to pray,
or ever truly know, for what…

and others of a theologic mind
pray to be taught, for what to pray…
or instead of prayer, to learn to willingly accept
all that befalls them, as the gift of all
that they might pray for, for their good of soul…

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all this is for considering; but I suggest
that in the depths of grief, or heights of joy, we know
the place where prayer may arise:
so deep within ourselves, that it’s beyond
the asking or the answering; a place so deep
that there, our soul rests in peace,
all questions meet all answers,
and all desires are satisfied;
there is no loss,
and nothing lacks;
we are – ourselves; ourself; at peace;
and for that, we may surely pray.

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Both read the same Bible, and pray to the same God; and each invokes his aid against the other.... The prayers of both could not be answered--that of neither has been answered fully.

quote by Abraham Lincoln
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No Prayer For The Dying

there are times when i wondered
and times when i cried
when my prayers they were answered
at times when i've lied
but if you asked me a question
would i tell you the truth
now there's something to bet on
you've got nothing to lose

when i've sat by the window
and gazed at the rain
with an ache in my heart
but never feeling the pain
if you would tell me
just what my life means
walking in a long doar
never reaching the end

god give me the answers to my life
god give me the answers to my dreams
god give me the answers to my prayers
god give me the answers to my being

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Pictures Still Say What Words Can Not

I have no wish like others,
To feel and relive miseries.
There is nothing about sorrow,
That has an interest for me.

Some folks share their grief,
And can not leave these moments alone.
Folks like these I choose not to be around.
Nor are they invited near or inside my home.

I've had my days of weeping tears.
And for years they would not stop.
My heart has pounded in my chest...
Feeling I would pass out or dead I would drop!

But faith so strong I kept inside of me.
Even when those I thought were close...
Chose to leave me alone.
There was a message from God I learned from that.

When people think one is down and out...
They will make their true identities known!
And just how much time,
If any...
They have,
To make their feelings shown.

When one is flat on their back...
Folks can show where they are coming from.
With no need to express where they are at!
Or vocalize what they wish others to believe.
Pictures still say what words can not!
And some words unheard,
Can be the best one unseen can leave!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rituals

How can one say that they have love for God,
And live a life that's filled with fear?
How can one go through the motions to pray...
For answers they ignore and don't hear!
How can one accept moments of doubt,
When they shout about having faith and beliefs?
And when they seek relief from obstacles to overcome...
They wonder why they are alone in their grief!

Many choose going through rituals to abuse,
Themselves...
With weaknesses,
They think God wants them to keep!
Like illnesses shared with others aware
Who say suffering is a reward for those meek!

And there are many who look down,
Upon others with their frowns
As they enter into 'temples' like sheep
Proud to keep their miseries in silence...
Without a peep!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Prayer

may all the good old people of this world

have a happy death,

may not the young die at their young age

may those who pray for death

be enlightened to choose life

and live in peace in an actualized self,

may all those who have forgotten prayer

pray, and may all those who still pray

pray some more to learn to pray

and pray earnestly that all

prayers through God's Holy Will

be heard and granted.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Faith maters

Prayers lend no credence to faith,
But faith does to prayers.
That is why you are happy to pray
And the results will not dampen
28.04.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Conflicting Influence

Conflicting influence

Hearing silence my old man does when he slowly dance around
the kitchen floor thinking he’s alone. When I sit still I can hear
silence too. Noises and voices Louis Armstrong’s trumpet and
the drumbeat of distant wars. Some of them fought and some
waiting to be fought. And I hear the righteous defending a war
where millions will die and our way of life will forever be scared
by shame. People have lost their voice, because it drowned in
the cacophony of conflicting messages that seep into our mind
day and night. Overload, fuse gone, apathy. And my old man will
never hear the good silence again.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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