Where Is God?
Where is God
where did God go?
At the local supermarket
God was not packaged;
neatly in a for sale row?
God is not
found in scandal;
televised TV shows
killer computer games;
casino bright neon light flames.
Lost in Los Vegas
gambling away your job savings;
jewelry car house husband
wife is not my ideal aspired to life;
to me this is but foolish strife?
Lost in Hollywood
alcohol drug addictions;
injecting slicing narcotic veins
atheists gays hating Christians;
rabidly fills with pity compassions.
"God is enthroned in destination heaven.
Jesus is sitting on the right hand of God.
Holy Spirit is liberating seeking earth souls."
What more do you need to reality know?
God gave free choice your life yours to sow?
Quotation from the poem ‘God Is Incarnate In Us' by Terence George Craddock
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God Is Incarnate In Us
How can God
in complexity infinity
touch man humankind?
God is
reaching out to us
coming to us;
incarnate in flesh in us.
Born of a virgin
atonement of sin
through Jesus all win;
in his death reconciliation.
God is enthroned in destination heaven.
Jesus is sitting on the right hand of God.
Holy Spirit is liberating seeking earth souls.
How can God
in complexity infinity
touch man?
God is reaching out to us
coming to us
incarnate in flesh in us.
Born of a virgin
atonement of sin
through Jesus win;
a messiah physical divine.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Computer
"what?" they say, "you got a
computer?"
it's like I have sold out to
the enemy.
I had no idea so many
people were prejudiced
against
computers.
even two editors have
written me letters about
the computer.
one disparaged the
computer in a mild and
superior way.
the other seemed
genuinely
pissed.
I am aware that a
computer can't create
a poem.
but neither can a
typewriter.
yet, still, once or
twice a week
I hear:
"what?
you have a
computer?
you?"
yes, I do
and I sit up here
almost every
night,
sometimes with
beer or
wine,
sometimes
without
and I work the
computer.
the damn thing
even corrects
my spelling.
and the poems
come flying
out,
better than
ever.
I have no
idea what causes
all this
computer
prejudice.
me?
I want to go
the next step
beyond the
computer.
I'm sure it's
there.
and when I get
it,
they'll say,
"hey, you hear,
Chinaski got a
space-biter!"
"what? "
"yes, it's true!"
"I can't believe
it!"
and I'll also have
some beer or
some wine
or maybe nothing
at all
and I'll be
85 years old
driving it home
to
you and me
and to the little girl
who lost her
sheep.
or her
computer.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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The Best Choice
Would you pass up the person of virtue
in favour of the person of ill repute
think is not the person of moral virtue
a better choice than the one who runs to sin
addictions alcoholism, gambling, drugs, violence
such evil dependencies can rule ruin your life
can loose you your employment your self esteem
can loose you your home as well as your life
really who is your best choice for husband or wife?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Walking With Katherine
"come walk we two
across flame red sky
two birds soar flying
silent solitary shadows
would clip our wings
in home ominous flight
blood red flame sunsets
bathe glorious horizons
bruised epic bleed rivers"
"All day
the triumphant
sun with yellow banners
Warred and warred
with the earth,
and when she yielded
Stabbed her heart,
gathered her blood
in a chalice,
Spilling it over
the evening sky.
When the dark
plumaged birds
go flying, flying,
Quiet lies the earth
wrapt in her
mournful shadow,
Her sightless eyes
turned to the red sky
And the restlessly
seeking birds."
exceptionally exquisite
a vibrant emotive poem
sadly not appreciated
KM by random critics
lacking sunset visions
reverent appreciation
come walk we soar
across flame red sky
free birds soar flying
First three stanzas quotation, the poem ‘Home Ominous Flight' by Terence George Craddock.
Stanzas four to ten, quoted lines in changed format, from the exquisite poem ‘Across The Red Sky' by Katherine Mansfield.
Dedicated to Katherine Mansfield.
Copyright © Katherine Mansfield, Terence George Craddock
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A Wilderness Ministry
John the Baptist
was a voice crying
in the wilderness
preparing a way
for coming Jesus Christ
power of Holy Spirit
are there now
no voices crying
in the wilderness?
Is there now
no need for a ministry
like most righteous John?
God will use hands
offered even unclean hands
God will make clean.
Lost souls in wilderness
God will send nomadic shepherds
reclaiming preparing a way
angels are separating lost
sheep from among herd goats
Jesus Christ Holy Spirit
are still seeking
lost sheep bleating longing
to be rescued saved.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Messianic Judaism Affirms Holy Trinity
true worship is sincerity of believers
Messianic Judaism is what at core beliefs?
to Judaism and Islamism idolatrous
Messianic Judaism the Holy Trinity affirms
God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit
are the same Divinity; Judaism Islamism not
Messianic Judaism Jesus is Messiah affirms
Jesus is the Jewish Messiah and God
Jesus Yeshua is Divinity God the Son
Jesus is human-born of the Spirit of God
Judaism Islamism both affirm Jesus is not
Messianic Judaism Holy Spirit affirms
The third person of the Trinity is Holy Spirit
'Spirit' is proclaimed as co-creator with God Genesis 1: 2.
Holy Spirit was active inspiring prophets I Sam 19: 23-24, II Sam.23: 1-3.
Holy Spirit will fall upon whoever God wills
Holy Spirit was dove at baptism of Jesus Matt 3: 16.
Holy Spirit of God was the giver of tongues Acts 2.
Split imaging from the poem ‘Jesus In Messianic Judaism’ by Terence George Craddock.
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A Strange Wild Song
He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
"At length I realize," he said,
"The bitterness of life!"
He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister's Husband's Niece.
"Unless you leave this house," he said,
"I'll send for the police!"
he thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
"The one thing I regret," he said,
"Is that it cannot speak!"
He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
"If this should stay to dine," he said,
"There won't be much for us!"
He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a Coffee-mill:
He looked again, and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
"Were I to swallow this," he said,
"I should be very ill!"
He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
"Poor thing," he said, "poor silly thing!
It's waiting to be fed!"
poem by Lewis Carroll
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Do Not Misunderstand Me
do not misunderstand me
all that was good written in my heart
this was all given of God
this was all power of divine Holy Spirit
all my sins all that was bad
this was my free choice God given
this was dark depth abyss torment in heart
this was demon voice still peddling bitter sour grapes
yet through it all I do declare
twas more sinned against than sinning
twas mean rare generous so often heart giving
twas in depths despair searching searching I found God there
knowledge by grace of God did grow
mammon greed in heart found no place to grow
riches if any prized are best values aspired to in heaven
cup of blood body of clay ferments in holy spirit leaven to heaven
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
leaven – a rising agent used to make dough rise, especially yeast or another fermenting agent; something enlivening that lightens the weight or mood.
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Buying Into Hope
"lost souls
broken souls
derelict ruins
littered
crushed
lives life's
derelict hard
indented pitted
byways"
they came
to me
moths
on shattered
splintered
wings
burned
blackened
by candle flame
superheated
suspended
hot light bulbs
naked
lacerated
cut skin jagged
deep jagged
gashes wounds
irregular edges
beckoning
burning
ashen wings
singed
scorched
black ruins
feathers
final fibers
flame life pleas
they reach out
ruined gutted
tendrils
ragged frayed
wounded
thoughts
lost
stability tangled
shrieking hopes
shrinking
shrinking
into husks
as darkness
expands
limits
as darkness
expands
engulfs
silver gold
platinum ghost
thoughts
rubies
emeralds
diamonds gifts
God
given unique souls
dreams
a maze
inter-dimensional
thoughts
sow
global
earth lives
mists
waking
into realities
dark empty
patches
latches
come
to fruition
tuition
belief faith purity
fuels skills ability
energy birth regeneration
born again
heats minds
souls lives
measurement
size aspect
lifelike quality
artistic quality
appearing
convincing
consciousness
existence reality
properties
magnitudes
mass
time
collectively
defines
transitive dimensions
Quotation from the poem ‘Victory Waved' by Terence George Craddock.
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That's Jesus
THAT'S JESUS
WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING
PUT MY FEET ON THE FLOOR
I THANK HIM FOR THE DAY
THAT HE GAVE ME ONE MORE
I GIVE HIM ALL THE PRAISE
THE ONE THAT I ADORE
THAT'S JESUS, OH THAT'S JESUS
I WAS LOST AND ALL ALONE
MY HEART IN NEED OF HELP
I FOUND ETERNAL LIFE
AND LOST MY FEAR OF DEATH
BECAUSE I KNOW THE AUTHOR OF
MY EVERY BREATH,
OH THAT'S JESUS, THAT'S JESUS
GOD OF GLORY, MAJESTY
THE HOLY ONE WHO DIED FOR ME
WHO'S THE ONE I LONG TO SEE
THAT'S JESUS, OH THAT'S JESUS
IF YOU'RE A SOUL THAT'S LOST
AND IN NEED OF DIRECTION
YOU WONDER WHEN YOU DIE
IF YOU'LL GO TO HEAVEN
WELL FRIEND I'VE FOUND THE ANSWER
TO THAT VERY QUESTION
THAT'S JESUS, THAT'S JESUS
GOD OF GLORY, MAJESTY
THE HOLY ONE WHO DIED FOR ME
WHO'S THE ONE I LONG TO SEE
THAT'S JESUS, OH THAT'S JESUS
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Unto Me? I do not know you—
"Unto Me?" I do not know you—
Where may be your House?
"I am Jesus—Late of Judea—
Now—of Paradise"—
Wagons—have you—to convey me?
This is far from Thence—
"Arms of Mine—sufficient Phaeton—
Trust Omnipotence"—
I am spotted—"I am Pardon"—
I am small—"The Least
Is esteemed in Heaven the Chiefest—
Occupy my House"—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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I'm
199
I'm "wife"—I've finished that—
That other state—
I'm Czar—I'm "Woman" now—
It's safer so—
How odd the Girl's life looks
Behind this soft Eclipse—
I think that Earth feels so
To folks in Heaven—now—
This being comfort—then
That other kind—was pain—
But why compare?
I'm "Wife"! Stop there!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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The Truth Written Within Us
If God is truly within us as God claims?
Then truth written in our soul there retains?
The answer to life questions in our souls we may seek.
Deep within God wrote words of wisdom truth that speak.
How can we accept knowledge of what can be found there?
God gave our conscience to discern truth do not despair.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by the poem ‘Quatrain #72 - Where do you look, dear friend....... ‘’ by George Krokos.
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Eagle Eyries
nest on highest
most noble
sun eclipsed
inaccessible crags
or vibrant
living temples
trees raising
towards heaven
growing upwards
into host life
giving light
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also complete mosaic concept in the poem ‘Eagle Spirit’.
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To Attain Earth Care Diversity
"Taoism is solution life concept
teaching Yin Yang balance harmony
harmony in opposites achieved."
Western
common opposition
concept
disharmony
battle of sexes
apparently
male
female held
conceptions
are not complementarily.
This bodes ill for marriage survival
relationships between men
women in a post modern
liberated world where educated minds
meet among gender mine fields?
In rural agricultural
China genders attained harmony
necessary to survive.
Harmony was also realized secret
of survival in high Peruvian Andes
in a time before conquistadores
destroyed evolved harmony
with disease greed blood lusts
destroying agrarian empires.
But before Spanish invaders
laid siege to all not tolerated
local evolved life concepts
invader not esteemed understood.
What was Andean Cosmovision?
Did beautiful inspired philosophy
exist a tinku confirming rules
of life inspiring social harmony?
To attain earth care diversity
to respect nurturing earth mother
communities of people nature
spirits defined by insight shaman
must become souls of enlightenment
accepting mother earth micro-cosmos
as sacred diverse animated harmonious.
Quotation from ‘Taoism Is' by Terence George Craddock.
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Idol Worship Reverence Rejected
dated sacrament
all the twisted
towering displacement
the host adoration
the sun the sac
the shivering
that sacrificed
that candle
that guttered ghost
witnessing revealing truth
Almighty God our creator
Jesus Christ an only begotten son
baptism by Holy Spirit and fire
Counsellor Helper Comforter
Sanctifier of Souls The Giver of Graces
living water welling up from Christ crucified
believers anointed by Holy spirit
tongues of fire transforming energy
anointed by God's Spirit transfiguration
Holy Spirit of God seal us for redemption
Holy Spirit aid us to be imitators of our Lord
Holy Spirit in spite of severe suffering tribulation
we welcome the glory
with power with strong conviction
with joy our redemption
that came through labour endurance
hope in our Lord Jesus Christ.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written with the authority of 1 Thessalonians 1: 2-6 and Romans 3: 23-24.
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Anything Is Possible
When I ask others what they believe they say
"I'm a Christian, Jesus is my saviour"
"I'm an atheist, when I die I lie in a hole"
"I'm a Buddhist, I believe in peace"
But when others ask me my belief, I say
I believe anything is possible,
I believe in fairies, I believe in ghosts,
I believe in the things that go bump in the night
I believe in a superior force and the supernatural
I believe in vampires and I believe in werewolves
I believe in Shakespeare:
‘There are more things in heaven and earth...'
I believe in Steven King:
‘There are other worlds than these'
I believe anything is possible and everything is beautiful
I believe if you look hard enough you will always see the beauty
In the earth, in the imaginary and the mystery
I believe the journey counts, not the destination
Life is a journey; tread through it with your eyes wide open,
But do not fear to dream,
For to dream is to hope and to hope is to believe
poem by Lenore Lee
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The Pit
In Hell the Devil he stirs his fiery pit
The flames are from the fire that he had lit
He laughs and he smiles as he watches that fire burn
More fuel from more souls is his only concern,
He watches the fire in glee as it reaches the sky
I wonder if to GOD in heaven, if the devil would cry
"I have souls in my pit, and they will fuel my fire"
"They came to me from their sins, and an earthly desire"
As man was given free choice and was told sin to resist
Now man is the reason that Hells fire still does exist
The Devil knows that his fire and flame is forever more"
All thanks to murderers, adulterers and even one whore
"So here I will stay", spoke the Devil from his fiery pit
"While man sins above me, him I will easily outwit."
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Sacrifice Of A Perfect Soul
Our Heavenly hope was prize won
with an offering given of free choice
through the blood gift of the Lamb
'Deliverance Through Life Choices'
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by the poem ‘Earthly Vessel’ by Brian Kilpatrick.
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Lead "me" to "me
What is this place?
Where have I reached?
I stand infront
The mirror,
As a stranger
Stares back at me.
Do I know her?
Have we met before?
Why do I see in her traces of' me'?
Or is this…
The new ‘me"?
Do I like her?
Brazen she stands…
Her hair wind swept,
Her eyes, wild
No longer windows
To the divinity of her soul.
But her smile has
Traces of "me".
That strange
Devil in "me".
As I shudder in peril,
Where have I reached?
Its miles and miles of mist,
Paths untread,
Lonely beings.
But…
Its this mysterious "me"
Which terrifies my soul.
Did I ever want to be
"her"?
Do I have a choice?
Is it too late to decide,
Revert, run back?
Where did I lose the "me"
I was so proud about?
Pray, give me your magic hand
Do lead "me to"me"…
For without "you" holding "me"
I remain not even "me"
Daddy…
your little 'ai'is all lost
Please lead "me" to "me"….
poem by Anjali Kakati
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