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Look deeper inside the universe and you will find it's brilliant mind
Transcranial stimulation directing intelligent design
The Heavens celestial is the body of an eternal dream within it's own
A window into the galaxies where the heart is connected to it's soul
While event horizon reflects a dark side there is still a beauty to behold
Through parallel dimensions and wormholes into eternities of the great unknown
Where there is only the absence of time not space, a beginning without an end
Floating through the Milky Way across a gentle stellar wind
Deep into the macrocosmic silence I close my eyes and disappear
Awaiting on the other side is the golden thrones of new frontiers
Unto the Nebulas of Orions belt you can feel the gift of life
A place one day we'll again call home as we ascend into its light
~ Come Visit ~

~ JJF~

As I think about life, I find myself beginning to write.
I know not where this rhyme will end, this night.
Will it end that way or this? or maybe some way I cannot foresee.
I do not think it matters for I am writing what is me.
My thoughts and feelings is what I put in verse.
To give me strength, so Through life I may continue to traverse.
I took the wrong path in life and have been proven the fool.
I know it has no exception, this wicked rule.
But I cannot go back and make things right again.
So I must live with my own little creation, this world of pain.
But I may affect the future if I can but be understanding and wise.
But a fool I have always been, and myself is what I despise.
For I am to blame for all my mistakes.
And to go on; I know not if I have what it takes.
I hope beyond hope and wish beyond dreams.
That I may see what is here and it will not be as it seems.
But tonight I will bow my head and once again pray.
That the Lord will stay with me, and show me wisdom with the dawning day.

Once i was nothing, miraculously, now i am. Imagined i was something, but truely i was damned! Lost, being without hope, a sinner's life norm. Downward was my slope; i lacked character or form. Deep inside was fear; all i knew was death. Living live without care, hopeful, i wouldn't regret! This tree didn't bare; fruitless was my world. No one to revere, unconcious was my soul. Then came my encounter, with the spirit divine. I had to reconsider, hell, that life of mine. Forced to renounce sin, my convictings being strong. The holy-spirit allowed in, a new me was born. Outward,in the flesh, my look is the same. Inward, i am refreshed, iám,truely born again. Christ has saved again, i no-longer feel damned. This nothing was reclaimed, spirit filled now : i am!

Christians are being persecuted they hate our beliefs how sad
walking in the desert starving
their's life's and families being destroyed
classed as worthless objects lower than an animal
they who crawl on the snakes belly
my gentle mother tears in her eyes said to me
were is the faith in love in this awful world
wisdom and peace speaks the truth voices unheard
if someone speaks in the name of love
they have been persecuted in the past proves that
there is a lot of secrecy so there is a reason for our mistrust

I agreed saying your so right soldiers protecting oilfields
liquid gold the objects of greed in nations none of this is right
its our planet now I speak the voice of a christian and proud also proud
I am of the blessed cross baptised in his holy name I would heed the call
if called to battle I would be proud to serve in your name

If and when the calling all I ask of you father
forgive me my sins because in the heart I have offended thee
in pasts please kneeling before your cross guilty having sinned and taken the Lord's
name

The pope has spoken out to our world with a plea
this is not right bowing my head in prayer at this earth's shame
saying now what has anyone been doing
to resolve this is our holy father from the rock he speaks

A situation in desperate times a crusade is what we need
soldiers will die with honor at his command we kneel servants of the Lord
to protect these innocent people
houses of worship have been destroyed vile acts
desecration of the holy cross grail of life and love

They show no compassion as they spit in our faces
these suffering children of god die for us in our sins
turning a blind eye to the truth who our redeemer is
will none of us even governments take on the sacrifice
to protect these people
innocent women and little children

To see the face of the devil himself at work
because I do
in a calling I would sacrifice my life
in our Lord's holy name
I would join the crusade in a heartbeat
to protect and I am a trained soldier rusty

Available anytime for what is right
just for the sake of peace I pray to God
that he gives the answers to the world
we should do what is morally right
as we will all answer to the Father and Son
in the end with the holy spirits
we seek his redemption at the gates of heaven

Down 'pon the riverside
where the gentle rhythms flow
John's dunkin' 'em for the baptisms
and all the folks dressed in whites
is smiling and hawing
'cos John, he bein' old school
puts them in real good
just like Father Cleetus
used to do with bible in one hand
and other hand straight up in the air
a lightning rod for God
be that man
for a soul caint resist
a little saving
in these parts
as the rains came down
to wash the sinners
and me and Leroy
made for shelter
But John he got his eye in
and calls unto me
for never he seen a soul
more'n need of releasin'
from the evils that a man do
than this 'un
And little Leroy's laughin'
from the bank
but I'm waist in
and John opens the good book
and says
Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers. Psalm 1:1
Was you mocking me from the banks son?
You and that good for nuttin' sinner Leroy
Take a gulp of the good water son
And down I go
heavin' and howling
in the mighty hands of John
while on the bank
the sisters are singing
Awake my soul
and the thunder cracked
and day became night
and just as sure
the evil done left me
and a soul
that had withered
to a stick
was replenished
so surely
and John's mighty hands
done lift me from the river
and unto me he says
All flesh will see the salvation of God Luke 3:6

Angel’s Dust

As I sit here by the fire, the stars are shinning bright
Beneath the stars from heaven God sprinkle angel dust
To remind me of the beauty that lies within my reach
As love over whelms me as I catch our inner breath
To see the magic fill the air the glimmering angels dust
I know that god’s angles are here with me on earth
To see to feel to love again a blessing from above
Thank you God for your love and the beautiful angles dust

Written by
Dorothy Calvert
Copyrights ©

Its a murky evening here,everything is in ashes
The birds are silent,the water is dumb
The soil is barren,the crops are cropsless.

The sky is dark,the stars are wide a far
The pool is sinking,the thirsty town is drowning
The people are rustic,greedy and illiterate.


The people are rustic,greedy and illiterate
They don't understand poetry,nor the beauty
They don't know the tranquility.

God is dead-muttered Nietzshe
God is unreal-said Marx
God is imagery-noted Charvaka philosophy

But I urge throw off your God
Hate it
And live reasonably.

After The Fall
both
could no longer
deny their desires
even as they
faced life without
God in the garden -
hiding their sexuality
instead of
just being.
Knowledge made them more responsible for
life
making
nothing
out of something
proved their challenge.
Quietly
resigned to their
sin,
they
uttered names with
voices pure
while
‘xtreme isolation and
yearnings
zoomed in on them.

Run the silent path to nowhere,
Everything is all.
You could have a pleasant life,
If summer had no fall.

Treat yourself so gently,
Though the task is often hard.
A man is not a god it seems;
Who holds the final card.

Close your eyes and feel the darkness
Speaking, hear the sound.
We only catch a glimpse
Of all the life that is around.

The man is not alive who knows
The value of his soul.
And when our lives are pulled away,
There's more to fill the hole....

I wonder what you'd think;
If all the changes didn't come?

And growing old was only
Going back to where you're from?

Far beyond all senseless thought
There lies a core of gold.
Where essence of a newborn child
Is waiting in the old.

The master plan is well perceived,
Its there for all to see.
And each day that we spend in thought
Is living harmony.

Reach into the depths of being
Pass beyond the years
Time is lost in stillness
Where there are no hopes and fears.

Linger in the void
Just like a beacon in the night.
Purity will fill your soul
With ever present light....

For everything you see...
Is waiting patiently within.

And growing old is only
Going back to where you've been.

She sat in her chair
Staring straight ahead
Her faded blue eyes
Appearing glazed and red

Not moving a muscle
No view outside to see
Just a brick wall ahead
Not even a green tree

Tears running down her cheeks
Dripping down to her lap
Only her memories to see
Her old body now a trap

Remembering the times past
Love, laughter and family
Now all alone and no hope
Just waiting for life’s finale

Written by: Kathy © June 27, 2021