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Between two clouds below, gently it sliced the air as it fell
Christmas snowflake it became as history proclaims
three nails a hammer then a "Cross" in the land
the thorn bleeds as it rests.....after all had been thought.

Streets in jubilee across the road's tiny Tim
innocent, of a scrooge holding love....not within
no day's will be lost in the visit's he had
just his fear of the present, an the He, he forsake.

To the ground that flake fell
as it stood on glow and rode the brite of Christmas lights
the others.....they melted
disappeared, they took flight

That Magical snowflake shapes as it falls
Christmas...it's here, here too fast for us all
your day will it be and your mind will it see
the hammer an nails and the "Cross" on the land~


~Bentlee~

There are things I can do, and things I can't.
I can ask for a drive, but I can never ask for money.
I can ask for help, but I can never ask for mercy.

I can ask to lower the volume of voice,
But I can never ask an honest man to shut up
Because he is telling the truth!

There are things I can accept, and things I can never do.
I can accept an excuse when being abused.
I can accept a right word at a right time, at a right place,
But I can never accept a grown up man, telling lies in my face.

There are things I can endure, and things I can never do.
I can endure pain, humanly possible to bear,
But I can never endure the strain of deserted love,
Leaving painful marks on my face.

I can endure endless waiting in queues in stations and shops,
But I can never endure waiting for the return of days,
lost for ever, without solace in their wake.

There are things I can understand, and things I can never do in full.
I can understand when love is gone and is nowhere to be found,
But I can never comprehend people's efforts at justification of infidelity and a blank space in its place.

I can undertsand a behavior on impulse, causing damage and hurt,
But I can not comprehend how virtues can be substituted
by evil deeds, causing pain to soul.

I can think of many ways of finding companionship, but I can't think of parting with love, leaving nothing in its stead,
ruining life, causing a major damage and pain.

I can think of remembering and cherishing past, but I can't think of forgetting past altogether,
though it may be the only possible solution in a sense.

I can welcome being overjoyed when meeting with old love,
But I can't welcome bearing grudge against it,
sweet memories being the only comfort in the end.

This is my credo, this is in what I believe, this is my faith,
Experience taught me to abide by the rules of heart not pain.

Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
"Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?"

O MY heart! the Supreme Spirit,
the great Master, is near you: wake, oh wake!
Run to the feet of your Beloved: for
your Lord stands near to your head.
You have slept for unnumbered ages;
this morning will you not wake?

Once a Junior School teacher asked her students to bring some potatoes in a plastic bag to school. Each potato will be given a name of the person whom that child hates. Like this, the number of potatoes will be equal to the number of persons they hate. On a decided day, the children brought their potatoes well addressed. Some had two, some had three and some had even five potatoes.The teacher said they have to carry these potatoes with them everywhere they go for a week. As the days passed the children started to complain about the spoiled smell that started coming from these potatoes. Also some students who had many potatoes complained that it was very heavy to carry them all around. The children got rid of this assignment after a week, when it got over.



The teacher asked, "How did you feel in this one week?" The children discussed their problems about the smell and weight. Then the teacher said, "This situation is very similar to what you carry in your heart when you don't like some people. This hatred makes your heart unhealthy and you carry that hatred in your heart everywhere you go. If you can’t bear the smell of spoiled potatoes for a week, imagine the impact on your heart of this hatred that you carry throughout your life…



MORAL:

* Our heart is a beautiful garden that needs a regular cleaning of unwanted weeds.*

Forgive those who have not behaved with you as expected and forget the bad things.

This also makes room available for storing good things



HAVE A LOVELY POTATO-FREE WEEK!!

Cast upon me, oh precious light

shower me with your golden rays

engulf me in your passion.



Take me to your world
where forever is everlasting

and seconds turn into years.



I need not see the future

just the present, clearly.

Clarity is knowledge.


Oh precious light that shines

you are my master,

my substance for survival.



Let me strive with certianity

let my powers abound
and in your light, let me find truth.



Cast upon me, oh precious light

engulf me in your passion

let eternity set me free.


; Frank.E

complete live and let ____
can we fill the blank in?
without committing moral sin
pass by perceived threat

you do not think like I
when you refuse my belief
your family knows only grief
as you are condemned to die

this room has for you no air
your life is without point
redeem blasphemy shall anoint
you exist without God's care

God, my God, I will protect
as if my God, the God, needs it
my God, the God, will not acquit
your asserted disbelief I reject

were you to recant and disavow
your errant thought not sacred
reclaim this life you've wasted
and so spare your life, for now

© agoodguy2have 2011-01-05

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!

Oh! how sweet that touch, my moment of grace. I didn't know much, then, my first taste. So precious the feeling; it drew me near. I found myself yeilding, when it first appeared. There is no equal, no experience to compare. Unique are it's sequels; a mixture of love/care. Much like a soathing breeze, it encompassed my soul. Call it "a spiritual tease", wooing: "come" i was told! Forget "your" romantic nights; such the sunlight ends. This bright adoring light, it's truely a friend. It didn't try to leave; after a one night stand. Grace, embraces and cleaves, took me by the hand. For cleansing of the heart, grace is precious and dear; a swirling spiritual bath, until christ re-appears.

It was one foggy night that I rode out to the old mill.
It was abandoned and looked like a land fill.

Nothing had changed it was still the same.
The wires were missing and thieves were to blame.

The sounds weren't familiar they seem to be weird.
I looked around from one end of the building to the rear.

No one was there I had hoped it was scary to me.
I didn't want to see anything but myself that was suppose to be.

As I rounded another corner I looked behind and saw a figure that looked highly odd.

Not walking away I decided to run, and find myself tripping over a rod.

It was bout midnight and all was gone nothing left but the breezes and the cool calm wind.

I turned to walk toward my car, and looking at the rim.

I saw what horrified even a person like me.
The tires had all be slashed this wasn't suppose to be.

I crept up to my car close and closer I got,
When all of the sudden I began hearing a trot.

Turning around I saw the figure once again,
Leave me a lone I said as I cried in vain.

It left me once more and I went on never to return.
Its one of those things that are called a life lesson learned.