Of Personal God
Ready to dismember the red geraniums
rains had no mercy.
Thunder did not show any preference
and hails had felled the pride
of tall grass.
Denuded, the hungry man
walked towards liberty.
Moral tapestry in scape after scape
cried,
the mystery endured the cradle –
Of personal god.
But I bled my truth in wilderness
to impose the religion,
of a non-believer,
for obedience to natural laws.
Talking to divine
brings relief. The direct, face to face
confrontation, for a twig of faith.
I pick up the seeds
for the sake of eternity.
poem by Satish Verma
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Doors of Opportunity
Opportunities are given to those, believers, who the Lord has chose,
To share God’s Truth with the world, Truth every believer must herald.
We’re to be ready all of the time, even if there is no reason or rhyme,
To seize all God given opportunity, to direct men’s minds to Eternity.
Our time upon earth is brief for sure, so we need to enter every door,
Which is opened by the hand of God, as we’re lead by staff and rod,
While walking in faith, not only by sight, to be a Witness of His Light,
Being lead in a true spiritual sense, and mindful of God’s providence.
God’s providence truly paves the way, as we live our life, day to day,
Knowing that we’re in God’s will, His desire in believers, God shall fill,
Being kept every day by His Grace, as God guides us place to place,
To reach upon the earth everyone, with the Good News of God’s Son.
We must be mindful of the fact; God has given to us what we lacked,
As men before we came to believe, with the Spiritual gifts we receive,
Supplying to us what God needs, so that we can sow spiritual seeds,
This as we witness while in this life, sowing all seeds for Jesus Christ.
God may simply be watering those, seeds that another believer sows,
While His Spirit moves upon a heart, as believers simply do their part,
By seizing opportunities every day, as He opens doors along the way,
Daily opportunities God will afford, to those who witness for our Lord.
(Copyright ©06/2009)
Reflecting On Independence
We have freedom living every day, a liberty no man can take away,
Not the rights, a nation may give, in the land that one may now live,
It is a freedom they cannot herald, a freedom apart from this world,
The freedom Christians speak of, that comes from our Lord above.
Dispensed by The Lord and Creator, to all who come to The Savior,
A freedom in our Lord Jesus Christ, granted to us for all of this life,
Once we accept Christ in our heart, God’s Liberty shall never depart,
When in Christ, you become free; God’s Liberty carries into Eternity.
A nation’s laws we have now learned, by leaders can be overturned,
When by evil, they are driven; to repeal rights men were once given.
Under assault is our Godly Faith, we receive, strictly through Grace,
We see many rights slipping away, as moral laws continue to decay.
Rights established by any nation, lack a firm and Godly Foundation,
The laws built upon shifting sand, in coming days just will not stand,
As the nation faces amoral blight, as immorality then becomes right,
With righteousness all in the past, personal freedom just will not last.
Reflecting on Independence friend, will our Personal Freedoms end?
Here, where our fathers achieved, the liberty, we as citizens received,
It is times like this we are assured, of the Freedom in Christ our Lord,
That no nation can take from us, once in Christ we have put our trust.
(Copyright ©07/2009)
In Nineveh.
As he of Joppa sought to 'scape
The utterance of the given word,
And dared to get him from the Lord
In a ship down to Tarshish, — know
Thou canst not any burden throw
That was ordained for thee to bear
Though faith may make it light as air.
Though thou within the dust may rave,
Within the dust may rave and curse
Thy being and the universe,
He sends His lightnings still abroad,
Yet plants for thee the shadowy gourd,
And comes so near He leaves a trace
Of beauty on thy bitter face.
Thou canst not lose thyself: thou art
The given word; its utterance too
Is in all thou dost dream and do:
All men must hear it, hearing thee:
Thou canst not 'scape the prophecy
Of thy life here, howe'er thou rave
Between the cradle and the grave.
What if thou wert He, being here —
So much of Him made flesh as can
Find its conception in a man;
Thy very breath His own, and thou
The veriest utterance of Him now?
It is His work: — let thyself be,
And He will cry in Nineveh!
poem by Robert Crawford
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Upon The Image Of Death
Before my face the picture hangs
That daily should put me in mind
Of those cold names and bitter pangs
That shortly I am like to find;
But yet, alas, full little I
Do think hereon that I must die.
I often look upon a face
Most ugly, grisly, bare, and thin;
I often view the hollow place
Where eyes and nose had sometimes been;
I see the bones across that lie,
Yet little think that I must die.
I read the label underneath,
That telleth me whereto I must;
I see the sentence eke that saith
Remember, man, that thou art dust!
But yet, alas, but seldom I
Do think indeed that I must die.
Continually at my bed's head
A hearse doth hang, which doth me tell
That I ere morning may be dead,
Though now I feel myself full well ;
But yet, alas, for all this, I
Have little mind that I must die.
The gown which I do use to wear,
The knife wherewith I cut my meat,
And eke that old and ancient chair
Which is my only usual seat,-
All these do tell me I must die,
And yet my life amend not I.
My ancestors are turned to clay,
And many of my mates are gone;
My youngers daily drop away,
And can I think to 'scape alone?
No, no, I know that I must die,
And yet my life amend not I.
Not Solomon for all his wit,
Nor Samson, though he were so strong,
No king nor person ever yet
Could 'scape but death laid him along;
Wherefore I know that I must die,
And yet my life amend not I.
Though all the East did quake to hear
Of Alexander's dreadful name,
And all the West did likewise fear
To hear of Julius Caesar's fame,
Yet both by death in dust now lie;
Who then can 'scape but he must die?
If none can 'scape death's dreadful dart,
If rich and poor his beck obey,
If strong, if wise, if all do smart,
Then I to 'scape shall have no way.
Oh, grant me grace, O God, that I
My life may mend, sith I must die.
poem by Robert Southwell
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Close Your Eyes
Close your eyes and shut out the sun
Or else select the site sans electricity
May be the wilderness of Terrai, in the still of the night
Listen to the Sounds of Silence
May be the hum of the cricket likens it
And you might feel that the mass of energy that you are and the mass of energy that the distant divan is
Which you dont see and you know it is there
Or else the mass of energy that the yonder tree is in silhouette are identical
And you are a part of a continuum that streches beyond the dingy lane
And the tree scape and the land scape and sky scape and beyond
And may be you might communicate with the dark mass called the Great Attractor to which the world of tongue and touch rushes desparately
The Being there with its unquenchable thirst drinks deep in boundless manna
The nothingness which is our bridegroom feeds on you then
And you forget you father's name and lose all your grossness
Enjoy yourself if you are a masochist
If you are a masculine, this is no news for you
But for others if such information comes true
What should be the remuneration of the poet?
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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The human soul has need of consented obedience and of liberty. Consented obedience is what one concedes to an authority because one judges it to be legitimate. It is not possible in relation to a political power established by conquest or coup d'etat nor to an economic power based upon money. Liberty is the power of choice within the latitude left between the direct constraint of natural forces and the authority accepted as legitimate. The latitude should be sufficiently wide for liberty to be more than a fiction, but it should include only what is innocent and should never be wide enough to permit certain kinds of crime.
quote by Simone Weil
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Moral choices do not depend on personal preference and private decision but on right reason and, I would add, divine order.
quote by Basil Hume
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One Believer
There are some roads you must walk yourself,
Just you and your own Faith: nothing else.
And on those dark days you're bound to go through,
Here's something to hold on to.
You got one believer,
One whose Faith goes deeper.
When someone loves you as much as me,
One believer is all you need.
This world's gonna try to bring you down,
But don't you let it: you just stand your ground.
Whatever happens, never forget:
Wherever you are, as long as I live.
You got one believer,
One whose Faith goes deeper.
When someone loves you as much as me,
One believer is all you need.
When someone loves you as much as me,
One believer is all you need.
One (One.)
Believer,
One whose Faith goes deeper.
When someone loves you as much as me,
One believer is all you need.
Oh One (Just one.)
Believer.
Mmm.
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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The Voice
Lord, have mercy
Bang! - A gunshot rings out
13-year-old baby falls 2 the ground
See the killer runnin' down the street
Tell me killer, can U hear the sound?
Tap, tap, tappin' on your window like a fallin' rain
Cryin' like a baby in a cradle sayin' pick me up again
Ching! - Mr. Politician goes on vacation
Brings along a friend or 2
In the disguise of taxes
Mr. Politician (sends) sends the bill 2 U know who
Tap, tap, tappin' on your window like a fallin' rain
(Tappin' on my window like a fallin' rain)
Cryin' like a baby in a cradle sayin' pick me up again
(Cryin' like a baby, pick me up)
Can't U hear the voice? (Oh yeah)
The nightsticks are still singin'
4-part harmony on brother's back
Justice is doomed when we don't start no S-H
And there's still some I-T in all of that
Tap, tap, tappin' on your window like a fallin' rain
(Can't U hear it tappin' like a fallin' rain fine-tune cryin' like a baby?)
Cryin' like a baby in a cradle sayin' pick me up again
(Pick me up, pick me up)
I'm talkin' about the voice, y'all
Ha, suky, suky now
Sho'mon (Tap)
Sho'mon (Tap)
Help me here (Tap)
Tappin' (Tap)
Tappin', tappin', ha ha (Tap)
Tap on it, tap on it (Tap) (Tap)
Can't U see it's just dirty money?
If your brother man is dyin' in the flow
Take off these chains (Tap) (Tap)
And listen 2 the voice callin' (Tap)
We gotta go, gotta go (Tap) (Tap)
Tap, tap, tappin' on your window like a fallin' rain
(Oh yeah, like a fallin' rain)
Cryin' like a baby in a cradle sayin' pick me up again
(Cryin' like a baby, pick me up, pick me up)
5-4-3-2-1, keep the war over (Tap)
But how many wanna keep the peace (Tap) (Tap)
We keep buildin' guns when we could build love (Tap)
(When we need 2 build love)
Cuz that's when the war will cease
U know it, U know it (Tap) (Tap)
Can't U hear the voices? (Tap) (Tap)
Can't U hear the sound? (Tap)
Take heed, get your house in order (Tap)
Tap, tap, tappin' on your window like a fallin' rain
(Tappin', tappin' like a.. like a fallin' rain)
Cryin' like a baby in a cradle sayin' pick me up again
(Cryin' like a baby, pick me up, pick me up)
Sighin' like a woman on fire
When she's ready 4 some of your love
(Born ready 4 all of your love)
The voice is just a-steady-callin'
(The voice is callin')
Until U give in, until U give up
song performed by by Prince
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Zoe Jane
Well I want you to notice
To notice when I'm not around
I know your eyes see straight through me
And speak to me without a sound
And I want to hold you
Protect you from all of the things I've already endured
And I want to show you
To show you all the things that this life has in store for you
I'll always love you
The way a father should love his daughter
When I walked out this morning
I cried as I walked to the door
I cried about how long I'd be away for
I cried about leaving you all alone
And I want to hold you
Protect you from all of the things I've already endured
And I want to show you
To show you all the things that this life has in store for you
I'll always love you
The way a father should love his daughter
Sweet Zoe Jane
Sweet Zoe Jane
So I wanted to say this
'cause I wouldn't know where to begin
To explain to you what I have been through
To explain where your daddy has been
And I want to hold you
Protect you from all of the things I've already endured
And I want to show you
To show you all the things that this life has in store for you
I'll always love you
The way a father should love his daughter
Sweet Zoe Jane
Sweet Zoe Jane
song performed by by Staind
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The Religious Rigor!
Talking to friends about religion and its manifestations, that is my conclusion, my humble opinion
.Religião is faith and belief in something divine! Exceeding this limit personal and trying to impose itself by force, the notice is given to us by history.
Currently, groups say they are religious, and follow their fundamentalist beliefs that can't never be questioned or criticized. Your God is to make us all keep on our knees.
Fanatic Rigor!
Your application methods are Divines: death, terrorism, bloodshed innocent. He has no love for they lives, love is death. Our deaths!
Always existed in our world, evils men who believes in a barbarous theory: A new World Order! Based on politics or religion!
Hidden, behind this theory, are the other worst Eugenia; human selection of who should live and how to live and create a purebreed.
New World Order?
Cambodia, Pol Pot, one quarter of the population dead;
Germany, Hitler,6 million Jews and not Jews killed;
Chile, Pinochet. over 30 thousand prisoners, killed, tortured.
The list is endless!
They continue attacking civilians, hiding in his holy words, and trying justify yours killing. For me, Satanic Laws! Satanic words! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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A Yonder Thunder
There comes a time in everyone’s life,
just before an approaching storm.
They hear the yonder thunder,
with a warning for them there.
Some of us ignore it;
do what we must do.
Then throw caution to the wind,
to let it blow its scorn.
We stand to look at the thunder,
of the approaching storm.
The sky goes black, the wind howls,
with angry voices there.
We stand tall against the sky,
ready to face the coming foe.
Are we brave or stupid,
or don’t we really know?
The storm passes overhead,
and then the dust settles down.
Are we still standing tall,
or are we cowering on the ground?
We all ask this question,
at the yonder thunder’s call.
Can we face our truths,
or will we be among those cowering on the ground?
13 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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A great scientist
He was full of questions.
For others, he provided answers
that stunned their knowledge and their world;
for him, his answers were but springboards
for his further questions.
He was the humblest of agnostics,
the humblest too, of atheists:
in the absence of sure faith in answers,
he lived with faith in questions;
and lived in wonder – full of wonder at the laws
that unfolded to his curiosity;
an eternity of questions;
an eternity of wonder at the world;
and perhaps, the God he did not believe in,
smiled, and loved him as a true believer;
sharing the goodness, truth and beauty of the universe
as angels may; believing in the love of law,
as the God of questions and creation must.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Important Place
In laws are definitely occupying important place
They are to be looked after well in any case
You might be facing tension and very good chase
But you have no other option than it to face
I am taken for ride and granted
I am undesired and unwanted
Particularly at home when they are guest
As wife will try to show her best
She will order me to keep everything ready
My gesture and appearance should look steady
No untoward incidence at home and all smoothly running
Else I will face all bombardment and especially gunning
She will leave no stone unturned
Buried al the differences and calm almost returned
Peace is purchased at no cost or absolutely for asking
As she needs all my smiles and backing
I am so much praised by in laws
The relation got strained many times because of flaws
It got improved with wife’s intelligent intervention
I need not go at length and stupidly mention
But I find gradual change when she hears they arrive
I take deep breathe to think and survive
She is almost very important person
I must run after her for every reason
I will take complete care for everything
Nothing should be left unattended for anything
It is question of her pride and honor
So I should do everything that is asked for
How much relief you have?
You were never bold and brave
Mother-in-law is kind animal
What a great joy on her arrival?
Wife attends so regularly
Looks after every needs and keeps you happily
Never fighting resolve and showing all courtesy
All in laws are like that and long to see you happy
I am their only one pet animal
I can’t afford to show it as dismal
I shall excel in all round show
Even if I shall experience it like foot ball throw
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Acceptance Heals
Acceptance heals!
A willingness to just let go...
To be a part of a natural process,
Reveals an ability to face the truth...
For what it is and means.
Without the need,
Of foolish protective measures.
Some wish to stop to grow.
To direct with a decision...
To have things go their way.
Blocking the experience of a natural adventure.
As if the ticking of a clock,
Depends on a decision made.
Since time itself...
Is a creation of man.
And where man stands...
Has nothing to do,
With the evolution of nature.
And nature awaits...
Such dictates!
Acceptance heals!
A willingness to just let go...
To be a part of a natural process,
Reveals an ability to face the truth...
For what it is and means.
Without the need,
Of foolish protective measures.
And those foolish protective measures,
Keeps a wounded mind...
With no peace to find.
Acceptance heals.
Like one's faith,
Eliminates...
A stunted life that wastes away,
In anticipation to have a stubbornness validated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As God Changes Another Heart
We cannot read between each line, for the power of God is divine,
When God enters another heart, from guessing we need to depart,
Every new believer, needs to grow, for the Truths of God to show,
And as the new believer grows; Truths to those about them shows.
It is The Spirit, not any of us, Who draws each one to Christ Jesus,
And as His Spirit begins to reside, God's changes will begin inside,
The heart of the new believer too, just like God did for me and you,
So as The Spirit moves their heart, changing Truths they will impart.
It's God's Spirit, Who will begin, sharing the changing Truths within,
As each believer shares the Truth, in being the Lord's saving proof,
Of a believer's spiritual change, sharing The Truth in Christ's Name,
The truth of just how and when, they, by God, became Born Again.
Encouraged by The Spirit of Christ, they will grow in their New Life,
As The Savior's New Creation, through the Power of His Salvation,
The very power that they received, when God's Truth they believed,
As they came to that saving faith, all by the power of God's Grace.
That Grace that'll help them grow, in the Truths they come to know,
Again, as one more blessed soul, allows The Spirit to take control,
Producing evidence in their life, of changes made by Jesus Christ,
As Christ alone, receives the glory, for yet another Salvation Story.
The Times
The times are not degenerate. Man’s faith
Mounts higher than of old. No crumbling creed
Can take from the immortal soul the need
Of that supreme Creator, God. The wraith
Of dead beliefs we cherished in our youth
Fades but to let us welcome new-born Truth.
Man may not worship at the ancient shrine
Prone on his face, in self-accusing scorn.
That night is past. He hails a fairer morn,
And knows himself a something all divine;
No humble worm whose heritage is sin,
But, born of God, he feels the Christ within.
Not loud his prayers, as in the olden time,
But deep his reverence for that mighty force,
That occult working of the great all Source,
Which makes the present era so sublime.
Religion now means something high and broad,
And man stood never half so near to God.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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In Memory of a Happy Day in February
Blessed be Thou for all the joy
My soul has felt today!
O let its memory stay with me
And never pass away!
I was alone, for those I loved
Were far away from me,
The sun shone on the withered grass,
The wind blew fresh and free.
Was it the smile of early spring
That made my bosom glow?
'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor wind
Could raise my spirit so.
Was it some feeling of delight,
All vague and undefined?
No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong,
Expanding in the mind!
Was it a sanguine view of life
And all its transient bliss
A hope of bright prosperity?
O no, it was not this!
It was a glimpse of truth divine
Unto my spirit given
Illumined by a ray of light
That shone direct from heaven!
I felt there was a God on high
By whom all things were made.
I saw His wisdom and his power
In all his works displayed.
But most throughout the moral world
I saw his glory shine;
I saw His wisdom infinite,
His mercy all divine.
Deep secrets of his providence
In darkness long concealed
Were brought to my delighted eyes
And graciously revealed.
But while I wondered and adored
His wisdom so divine,
I did not tremble at his power,
I felt that God was mine.
I knew that my Redeemer lived,
I did not fear to die;
Full sure that I should rise again
To immortality.
I longed to view that bliss divine
Which eye hath never seen,
To see the glories of his face
Without the veil between.
poem by Anne Brontë from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
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Cast Your Bread Upon The Waters
We may, to someone, hand a tract, and never receive anything back,
In the way of thanks or gratitude, while sometimes only their attitude,
Maybe a scoffing gesture or worse, the evil utterance of one’s curse,
Still, upon the waters cast your bread, thinking upon Eternity instead.
All the time and effort we spend, as we reach out to others my friend,
Will not be noticed by everyone, but, the work is for God’s Dear Son,
And God’s impact, we do not know, from the signs others may show,
For the outcome is God’s alone, to give growth to seeds we’ve sown.
All earthly tasks will be meaningless, as we step into an Eternal Bliss,
Knowing that our time upon the earth, will be judged for eternal worth,
And did we live for God’s Kingdom, as Bold Witnesses for The Son?
Pointing those who may still be lost, to the Blood of Calvary’s Cross.
Friend, all vanity shall soon depart, from within every Believer’s heart,
The moment we step into Eternity, and our Savior’s face we shall see,
Until then, for us to be like Christ, we must become a Living Sacrifice,
Giving our lives to Christ, our Lord, with every moment we can afford.
When our bread, on the water is cast, the rewards will for eternity last,
As for our Savior, we do our part, and His Gospel of Truth we impart,
To all those upon this earthly sod, so they can join the family of God,
And enter into His Kingdom above, by embracing His Truth and Love.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
Fundamental of Liar Chapter CIII: Formality
Sleep for satisfaction not for necessity
Eat for growing not for survival
Cry for relief not for attention
Smile for honesty not for politeness
Work for future not for obedience
Play for fun not for escape
Love for real not for pride
Pray for soul not by forced
Dress for identity not for friend
Speak for truth not for flattery
Fight for faith not for prestige
Help because of care not for responsibility
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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