The Beholding
The countenance of God is gazed upon by the unique,
After the soul is committed to the trials and tribulations,
After the body exhausts itself in prayer, while in absorption
Of blessings and divine help.
This road to the beholding or beatific vision shall be admired
By the priests who live among messengers and disciples,
Carrying wisdom from their bellies, watching the songs
Being played on the wind instrument, the instrument of joy.
They count on their fingers the prayers and supplications,
Willing to divide their treasure and pray forever.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sonnet: Is Earthly-life, a Purgatory?
O God, perhaps this is my purgatory!
Help me to bear my sufferings with joy;
Let pain and strife become my offertory;
Let not the devils with my soul to toy.
When trials come and tribulations too,
My face must wear a smile that never fades;
When out of habit, mortal sins I do,
Let me ignore the devils’ accolades!
Let remorse strike my plaintive heart early;
Let guilt not make me commit suicide;
Just like you can’t uncurl the curly hair,
Man sins, his actions being malafide!
Make me penitent and do my penance;
Gain forgiveness to see God’s countenance.
poem by John Celes
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This Bridge
i've been working on this bridge
for half a century, maybe more
till i've become a part of it!
will it withstand the storms?
the battles? the trials and tribulations?
the weight of feet coming from,
and going to? will it stand?
i can only pray and my prayer
is a lifetime of work!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sonnet-God Does All Things For Us
God plans for us, in His own unique way;
He watches all and cares for each of us;
He tests our patience and things what we say
And finds out if we are persons who fuss.
God sends the Tempest and the storms at sea;
And makes the drought and famine strike the land;
God sends trials and tribulations free;
Protecting us from harm with His own Hand.
With ordeals gone, if man had won the game,
The Lord bestows His love and affection;
He blesses man to prosper and get fame
And goads His mind and soul to perfection.
The wrath of God is on our enemies,
While heart of God gives us a lasting peace.
poem by John Celes
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Pre Wedding Jitters
pre-wedding
jitters
trials
tribulations
next year
all these
pre-wedding
trials
tests
will be
memories
to laugh
over
enjoy
with
right
attitude
the present
future
is important
poem by Terence George Craddock
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There Shall Be No Returns
No one brought to them a 'gift' basket,
Filled with their own trials and tribulations.
To sample and taste.
This has been from their creation.
From decisions that they've made.
And choices they've had from the start.
Who forced them to neglect their own values?
With a sickening disrespect...
Allowed in and out of their homes to roam.
Who placed delusion high on their priority list?
And when this was mentioned...
Those brave enough to have done this,
Were left abandoned like orphanes
To feel quite alone!
Shunned within the same environment.
No one brought to them a 'gift' basket,
Filled with their own trials and tribulations.
To sample and taste.
And if that happened...
They chose and selected,
The packing and the wrapping!
Inform them...
There shall be no returns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Troubles Brew
With so much about us happening, so many hearts cease to sing,
This as the many troubles brew, causing effect upon me and you,
Causing that song, within one’s heart, for a brief period to depart,
As those troubles seem to grow, and turn their joy toward sorrow.
But as troubles begin to mount, we have blessings we can count,
God’s Blessings that forever last, long after all our trials are past,
And in all trials there is reward, as believers are used by our Lord,
To be for God a shining light, as we’re sustained by God’s Might.
We acquire strength from Christ, while we live out our present life,
Through His Spirit Who lives within, to help us in this world of sin,
And Christ gives to us His peace, that in all trials does not cease,
Looking unto our Blessed Hope, Christ helps us in our trials cope.
Though the trials we may despise, upon our Lord we fix our eyes,
For He is the Author of our life, able to assist us through all strife,
Those trials He warned us of, before ascending to Heaven above,
Where He now intercedes for us, after, in Christ we place our trust.
Even when things in life go wrong, our Lord God gives us a song,
Providing blessings every day, when life’s trouble comes our way,
Strength and peace, God will provide, when in Christ we do abide,
And life’s trying times we rise above, guided by our Savior’s Love.
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A Poem for All Men and Women!
Woman,
Demean not your body
Given to you
For a divine purpose!
Woman,
You're not mere body, though!
A soul's passage
To an earthly sojourn
Is no spitoon!
The hips
That hold life secure
The breasts
That nourish growth
The body
That bears the world
Can never be a play-field
For the undeserving
For those who look upon it
As a booty to loot!
It's not for measly men
Who price it at their whim!
Woman,
Ridden with pain
Your body is a celebration too
Woman,
Your body is a unique creation
To house creation!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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All the blessings we enjoy are Divine deposits, committed to our trust on this condition, that they should be dispensed for the benefit of our neighbors.
quote by John Calvin
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Body And Soul
rise with me this body of mine
sail with me o' soul of thine
for mine is a matter of time
to mold a body of mine
and have a kind
i prefer, as without me
there is none, and without you
there is no me
send me a sense to my body
o' body of mine
a friend and shadow of mine
without a dime
take me from wrong to conformity
lead me from animosity
unchain my soul from vanity
for mine is a body and soul
detach me from the unknown
shine on me o' body and soul
bring me a blessing to my soul
connect and share with me o' body of mine
laugh and talk with me so fine
run and steady with me so divine
the body of my soul and awhile
take me back to my body as a child
...possibly not! i presume...
if i die, you too die
and there is no more of me then
from whence to the end
for i live(d) with you 'til then
extract from 'body and soul'
'footsteps' june 2012 v.7
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Sonnet: When Trials Come …
When trials come more often than I bear,
I ask myself, “Must Christians all suffer? ”
Most worldly people appear to well fare;
“Are tribulations for purpose better? ”
“Why does God let the evil harm the good? ”
“Oh, how much longer must I endure, Lord? ”
“Do I suffer for sins of my childhood? ”
“Perhaps, my faith’s being tested by God? ”
God does not give us strife beyond limits;
He wants to make us better Christians fast;
But Satan tries to turn souls into bits;
God gives us ‘Crown of Life’ by trials vast!
When trials come, devils to us liest;
Our suff’rings aren’t greater than that of Christ!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-16-2006
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The Good Soul
Raising a fortress of goodness is like the soul,
It flourished in the middle of time, with cunning.
The body is beautiful like the iron men,
Instead of strength there is iron
And gold, which is beauty.
May the soul so beautifully invented by the One
Radiate the blessings attached to the interior.
These are divine beats of the heart,
Possible causes for satisfaction.
The goodness of a soul is based on what is satisfactory.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Olney Hymn 35: Welcome Cross
'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss;
Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,
This is happiness to me.
God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to His feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,
Might I not with reason fear
I should prove a castaway?
Bastards may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly vain delight;
But the true-born child of God
Must not - would not, if he might.
poem by William Cowper
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Welcome Cross
'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss;
Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,
This is happiness to me.
God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to His feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,
Might I not with reason fear
I should prove a castaway?
Bastards may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly vain delight;
But the true-born child of God
Must not -- would not, if he might.
poem by William Cowper
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From one Soul of the Universe are all Souls derived... Of these Souls there are many changes, some into a more fortunate estate, and some quite contrary... Not all human souls but only the pious ones are divine. Once separated from the body, and after the struggle to acquire piety, which consists in knowing God and injuring none, such a soul becomes all intelligence. The impious soul, however, punishes itself by seeking a human body to enter into, for no other body can receive a human soul it cannot enter the body of an animal devoid of reason. Divine law preserves the human soul from such infamy... The soul passeth from form to form and the mansions of her pilgrimage are manifold. Thou puttest off thy bodies as raiment and as vesture dost thou fold them up. Thou art from old, O Soul of Man yea, thou art from everlasting.
quote by Hermes Trismegistus
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It Once Was My Life
There were people on the sidewalks
Strolling down the avenues
They were sitting outside in cafes
We were looking for the muse
Well I was locked in by the system
Where no freedom is the rule
Now I spend all my time just trying
To make it understood
It once was my life, thats what everybody said
All the things I used to do and the people that were friends
Ive got to make it mean something at the end of the day
It once was my life, they cant take that away
Trials and tribulations and stupidity still rules
Sometimes it looks like Im on a ship of fools
It once was my life, when my message was just the street
Then it became something else, and now its incomplete
Im just trying to get back to when
Can somebody please shed some light
It used to be my life, it used to be uptight
Trials and tribulations and stupidity still rules
Some days it just feels like Im on a ship of fools
Im back here on the boards, I can hear the engines roar
Everybodys got to pay, some people got to pay more
Well you can tell the people anything
Spoon feed them anything you like
It used to be so simple, it used to be my life
Now everything is so complicated, just to speak or use the phone
Some people try to use me, just cause they dont have their own
Dont know whos round the corner, trying to sell me some more tripe
It used to be my life, it used to be my life.....
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Tribulations and blessings, if you have them, keep them.
God’s Gift Of Prayer
Prayer is one of God’s most awesome gifts
Of all He has given to man.
We seek His help when troubles occur
To escape life’s sorrows at hand.
Being Christian isn’t just by how much we serve
But more by how much we generously give.
Our faith sets an example for all who are lost
By how we love, protect, provide and forgive.
When life runs smoothly and days are gratifying
Blessings flow free and all seems well.
That’s when we’re tempted to forget God’s Grace
Till we miscalculate, mislead, suffer and fail.
Never let life neglect your time for prayer
Always express your gratitude, obedience and love.
For He who has blessed us undeservingly
By His Divine wonders and wisdom from above.
All Heaven’s hero’s relied on prayer
To fulfill their God given goal.
When we turn to God and summit to His will
We sanctify and glorify our soul.
A Body
A body gets tired. A body gets weak,
too damned tired to even speak.
A body that's worked so hard everyday
is too damned tired to even pray.
A body that is slowly succumbing to fate
knows in its bones that it's too damned late.
And so it looks forward to a long sweet dream
one where it can awaken,
one where it will seem
as if the body does'nt count anymore.
For it is finished. Something else is in store.
No more aching, being tired and sore.
A body's just a body and now it is done.
No regrets are with you, not even one.
A soul's not tired. A soul's not weak.
A soul lives forever. It is unique.
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The second Cocoon questions that and deals much more directly with the value of living in the real world with its trials and tribulations. I would say it's about that and not about aging or death.
quote by Daniel Petrie
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So What’s Up?
just the usual
tempests of nature
trials tribulations
at present nothing
the world keeps throwing crap
I keep laughing back
poem by Terence George Craddock
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