recording our gratitudes,
and counting of gifts,
this is what changes
what we are looking for.
This is what changes
our perspective.
Thanksgiving is
the lens, God gives
us to see clearly
howjoy works
all year round
for the loving hearts.
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Lawlessness
broken legalsystems andbiased justicedepartments,and it payslip-service toa form of godlinessthat is divorcedfrom truth ofScripture and thefruit of righteousness.
Play on your harp
my guardian angel.Come down from the white skiesto walk with me here on earth.Play on your harpmy angel of beauty.Fill my heart and soulwith mellifluous melodies.Lift up my heartto the presence of Godso that i may be lostin meditation of the goodnessand kindness of my eternal lover.Come to me my beloved angel
Self-esteem
we need torealize our dreams.So work for yourself-esteem andnurture it always.Without it youwill never be ableto achieve your aims.A good self-esteemis at the core of successin your journeytowards achievement.
Lord, may my motto be:
I in Thee!How beautifulis Your presencewithin me,in the inmostsanctuary of my soul.May my continualoccupation be toretire into myself,that I may losemyself in Youand live with You.I feel You so vividlyin my soul, that Ihave only tobecome recollectedto find You therewithin me, and in that,I find all my happiness.(Great Saints prayed like this)
There is a space in us
In that space, if we put money,possession, material things,pride, sex, selfishness, hatred,we are destined to be doomed.We shall live without mental peace.
All the people must
and live out reality.The more thatpeople know reality,the more theyare able to tellwhether the wordsof others are real.The more peopleknow reality,they will have lessconceptions;the more peopleexperience reality,and the more theyknow the deedsof the God of reality,the easier it is forthem to leavetheir corrupt, satanicdispositions behind.
And Stars,
And while we’re
At it,
Let’s through
The Sea in too,
I’m still looking
For you,
Dearest Love,
My whole life
Thru.
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A crumb of bread that has fallen,And is bigger than herself,To the vast, infinite Universe,Whose hidden meaning, so far,Has been more or less a guess.Who are we to destroy, plunder?Things, we surely did not make,We, who are but dirt and thunder,Yet, still think, we are so great,We should be quite a bit humbler,And respect each…
Poets, like busy bees
A new poem, written with easeWith rose petals, floral peaceHas the whole hive giving lectures,For they are of poetry,The best readers and protectors.Poets are like bees,Their poems areTheir reason for beingAnd just like beesThey keep pollinatingTheir writing, so that wordsTake on true meaning,Make sure their sweetnessAnd deep felling,Will connect us.
Thank you, U.S.A.for being you,
On a Journey, old and new,We have come far, aloneBut have helped many others too,Now we must continue forward,Our Renaissance is long overdue,Now, it’s time to Stop cooking,The ‘politically correctness’ stew,Recapturing the courageous light,That from Democracy, we always drew.
Invisible links,
They can communicate,With one anotherWhat embers burnWhat corners turnTo know one another?The Journey’s longAnd often wrong,Thousands of years,Conquering fears,Yet, we can’t understandOr hear each otherAnd then we turnTo cold machinesIntricate schemes,None flowing streamsThat will possesWhat little’s leftOf human chatter.Silent night,Sleep tightIf you still can…..
In ‘politics’ what really counts are Lies,
As if we had no brains, no ears, no eyes.
Poets can be soldiers too,
Their guns are pens,With Truth’s sweet ink,Their mission,Making people think.