byfaith Poetry (86)

She saw it open; the tightly shut door. The guards were sleeping, transfixed on the floor. Long before daybreak, mary came to the tomb. His body was stolen, was what she assumed. She distraughted and confused, asked: where you laid him? She was not amused, seeing the "stranger" leaving. She spoke to him; assuming he was another. "Take me to him"! thinking, it's the gardener. The tomb door rolled; angels moved the stone. His garments he fold, for Jesus was alone. No trace or sight, he couldn't be found. Mary after a sleepless night, wondering, what went wrong?? He had indeed arisen, escaping from the grave. God's son; only begotten; therein empower, himself saved. He holds the reigns; lord, over life and death. Every knee shall bow, every tongue will confess: Jesus is lord!

It was french conned; the notion of liberty. Democracy's door they opened, chanting freedom liberty fraternity! Others did follow suite; Haiti joined the fray. Revolution though not cute, paved the "freedom way". Need to mention england; whose throne feared badly. America declared/won independence, her symbol, statue-of-liberty. Women wouldn't be denied; most are now "liberated". With salaries lagging behind, many still feel frustrated. Radical changes-throughout time; did it, "set people free"? Sure, freedom voices chimmes; is that the liberty? There are still needs; the political "powers" dictate. Many hungry mouths to feed, "welfare" in western states! Social unrest is brewing, egyptians on the streets. "People" still are pursuing, "percieved freedom" they seek. However the question remains: how free can we be? Democracy seems like gain, but, is that liberty? Sin enslaves mortal man, that's according to scripture. Bible makes us understand; life ísn't about pleasure. Christ died for us; he gave man liberty! Delivering belivers from lust and, setting captives free. Now, those seeking libety; he meets that need. Who-so- ever he sets free, gets "title", "free-in-deed"!

Are the poets idle? Are they "some" retirees? For they write riddles; while calling it poetry. They always writing something; everyday "reading eyes" see. One another they praising; like "that's" a fraternity! Even in the winter; yes! some writing cold. Don't talk about summer; then self they bold. All day they parading, up and down the street. Poetry not even fading; poets extending "their" fleet. I wanted to blank them; want to do so bad. But the occasional gem-poem, "that", does make it hard. But stop i must stop; stop reading they stuff. First i learning their system; then calling "meh" bluff!

Look, go to france! Yes, go to france boy. Often mother's last stance, when she was annoyed. We all know mothers, one thing they fret! Avoiding words with 4 letters, words they would regret. Cussing the kids politely, using obscenity with tact. Telling us kids kindly: get the monkey off my back. Rain rain go to spain, and never come again. These children seem pained, looking helpless at the rain. This their unanimous cry, wishing the rain away. Anything they will try, on their mind is play. Kids don't need diplomacy, they don't need tact. What they mean simply: get the monkey off my back! You filed for bankruptcy; protection from the courts. You know you owe money, but creditors you must thwart. Mail after mail coming, not to mention your phone. Your bills just not going; lord, you are debt prone. You don't have money, that is the fact. Wall street: this not funny. Get your monkeys off my back!

Thank you God for this new day. And all the blessings that comes my way. Lord shield me don't lead me astray. For you're immortal, i man-of-clay. Let your holy spirit guide if you may. Secure me: by keeping the tempter at bay. Indeed lord you have the final say. This in name of Jesus i pray. Amen!

I wrote what i wanted; that was my right! My spirit never daunted, having "freedom" to write. Writing gave me liberty, the freedom of a "penman". Pen is "signet majesty", even in a madman's hand. The tool of choice, for the wise man. It is the "voice"; the silent resistance's "hand". Forever the pen contrives; it canbe a lethal weapon. Yet it has survived, for many many generations. Therefore, out of character, my pen spoke to me. Telling me about scripture; opened eyes now see. This is about jesus, that he died for me! Christ died to redeem us; to save all humanity. Write as i tell you, is what my pen said. Making sure i knew, "him", resurrected from the dead. Go throughout the world, let this be known: by entering the "sheepfold", you become his own. Words of this nature, were said to me. Pen reduced "my stature"; my loss plain to see! I was a free writer, as early as recently. Strange was "this" encounter: pen spoke to me.

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.

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!

"Goodbye England's rose", is one of those great tribute in song, that will live on. In it i feel the true pain and sentiments of someone; not a musician nor songwriter, but one who truely felt and reflected, the hearts and minds of many, around the world. Diana death was and is still felt, around the world. This year we had another occasion, to reflect on her life and remember her passing. Also this was the first anniversary of the death of the King of pop, micheal Jackson. We are all too familiar with this legend. Then of course there is John lennon. This beatle man stood out with his own unique style. Indeed like the other two, he impacted the world by caring and identifying with ordinary folks. So to all those persons who may have lossed that special person, at some time. Take heart. Let them know; please sing along: "and it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind, never fading with the sunset, when the rain set in." Your candle's burnt out long before but, in my heart, you never will!

Cents does make dollars. That is quite true. To value a future lover, take that same queue. If they rich or poor, this applies the same. From afar or next door, don't change your "game". There is but one thing, you must take note: check what their character brings, not what they are "worth." If they value $100.00, you could take a chance. That's $1.00 a hundred time over, so they have advanced. Even though it maybe $20.00, that their character is worth; your cupboard won't be empty, though that's "down-to earth". You could take a chance, with dollar ten or five; though with such low denominations, you can barely stay alive. I would recommend $1.00, yes this will sound strange. This value is not commended, but it's still in range. These also come as a package, 25cents, 10cents and 5cents. Ask me how to manage? Well, use your "common sense"! However if you got an intended, who is bent on acting strange, don't take them for a lover, because a 1cent can't change!

Christmas bells are ringing, Santa claus is on his way! Beautiful choirs are singing. What you got to say? Good food and drinks, abundantly, gifts/toys below christmas trees. The spirit in the air; that is the christmas cheer. Love-you and best wishes; sentiments are now flowing. Like a brand new brotherhood; caring "feels", as the norm. Christmas though must be understood; as when christ was born. So party on, do rejoice. Yes! fully enjoy your holiday. Make jesus your first choice. He is truely: the way!

He has come, to liberate your soul. Christ has come, to save this dying world. Freedom eyes see, his words is our liberty. Truthfully we're told, so please fullfil your role. An act of simplicity; but it remains a great mystery. No religious talk, but by his standard walk. Don't believe me, it's jesus you must see. Please solemly say: lord enlighten my way. He opens eyes, and hears his children's cries. Christ Jesus help me, as i seek your eternity. Thus praise him; until the day you die. He will know, from your heart you tried. Yes he came, to bring man's Liberty. And by deed, set all the capitves free! This title death, it does no-longer holds. For he said: "i have overcome the world".