B*tter

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The challenge called for responses

to a bitter theme

Yet i am growing

leery of any small or large vow

except to edify The Most High

El Shaddai

 

Who Is gentle to pain

wrathful to pride

grinding & churning foolish things

to confound the would-be wise

 

Although forsaken as Mara in moments

the portion of His own is goodly

His Righteousness is our fulfillment

His Love brings us back to Life.

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We all learn that

at least among humans

the concept of control is not exclusive

to the apprentice or the teacher

Both must sacrifice

for the other’s gift

Knowledge, wisdom and receptive vessel

understand

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Standards’ Room Only

What manner of Love

is described by many

both faithfully & blindly

careful to admonish or polish

never stumbling into pride?


Not selfish or weak like me

YOU

My Lord, only Friend

in the fire and lion’s den

of many trials & failures


The Lamb laid down

to serve us

bitter herbs

’til the death

of our unnatural cravings


Weep for the losses & arise

as He will(s)

so His Blood

covers our passage

through dark nights

of the soul.

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The W/ill of God

What a paradox

we embody; tenacious

to give, take Healing.

Yes & Amen

Before

they say

“Stop talking. That’s a lie

I don’t want to hear”

 

After

they say

“Why didn’t you…

(just call)

tell me?”

 

It goes

without saying that

the meantime is inside

the will of God

perhaps

alone

 

The fervor + serenity

He provides

yields

 

Acceptance.

Relation Ship

Journeys

of cross courses

on Water

at times rocky

Petrified

Must we go over this

Yes

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Where we are

bears the label

of Spring

Movement, preferably progress, Is

expected


An effort to counter and conquer

unfound/ed (men’s) concerns

of God’s gift as some have said

i attended a women’s history month event

last

weekend


To my surprise

the roster

of reportedly all-female artists

featured a transgender individual

perhaps justifiably mad

albeit self-professed as being

better and prettier than

their mother


One in disagreement

with how they were born

had taken to the stage

forcing the other to bear labels

cast off

O… .


Our Father Which art

shifted the focus from pronouns

to proverbs

like Love

enough to listen through

all the unpacked thoughts

revealing

shared controversy of the room


As a quiet aside

a promoter gave one of the artists

gentlemanly advice

to contact an officer for advocacy

i heard she’d called upon two

one of whom reciprocated

having no record of her previous issue

encouraging that she refresh the case

by choice

She chose to change what she could

speaking and living Life instead


Then this Love

fit the battle

and so many crimes, walls:

~ of legalism

~ of Christian mothers and fathers who left

young br/others for drugs, including religion

~ of them whose li(v)es could bypass

secret parking lots & whatnot

to hold true peace

by faith


That night i dreamed

of a church

pews full of congregants clad

in shackles

orange jail garments

blackened prostitution

unwilling to stay intoxicated

as they had been


The address was overcome

by the overflow of clear tears

and raised hands

in true praise and worship

of The Most High God in Christ

They sang of redemptive release

All things work together

for Your very good


i woke up

refreshed

for the journey

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For Given

We embraced, parting ways

and i continued on my journey

to rest

Some time later

s/he took it upon self

to call continuously questioning

past slights in self-doubting upset

long since alright with me

having had my own struggles

with Love and the seeds thereof

along The Way

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S/he didn’t remember

we’d already reasoned together

the murmuration of personal torment

stirred by spirits

the Savior allowed some

It was not beneficial to pick fight or scab

so i laughed and played

music calmly reminding me

how hard it can be

accepting the freedom, responsibility

elevated gravity

of Being, in Him

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Breathe Again

Art by MaryAlice Barnaby

Sometimes

over time

we misappropriate

the half-lives

of elements’ radioactivity

underestimating their proclivity

for going beyond imaging

to harm


After all

poison & cure are relative(s)

with a shared wardrobe

subject to disparate favor

by intent & dosage


As we examine

the fidelity

of our dates

Ruach writes the abstract

on our hearts


If we just hush

we can hear nuances

of patterns

alleviating the harshness

of tragedy or comedy

before either begins

See spot

Run


Whew!

I breathe so much easier

with Hymn in my Life

Were you there?

My Lord…

Ash-fallen foreheads

refused to see her slim unfitness

to truly care for or otherwise foster the baby boy

a precious toddler seated perfectly

except when she slapped and shook him

cursed him

threatened to desert him

or ‘tear [his] little ___ up cause [she] don’t give a ____ who sees’


My stop had come

and I seized

to take a 30 ft. flight through the crowd to fight

rage we shared for different reasons

or just complement his sweet face and wish her a better day

on the way out

Sometimes honey tempers vinegar

Other times fire forces evaporation


Instead, no words

His silence proved he, two, had already learned to cope with her madness

the seed of what would one day grow into deep anger or compassion

while i copped out on the side of not

directing another one to a labyrinthine system

to get to work

for a labyrinthine system…


Why did i hesitate to lay down my life for this innocent

when I’ve taken the fall for the guilty

An under one-minute eternity made a fool of me

having diffused more in less Time.


The new computers came

after we spent the morning

reviewing an outdated curriculum

marked by highlighters and intentions to fight the negative stimuli

dulling our students towards diseases and the odds

of babies having babies.

Hypocrisy


Regardless of whether any of us make it

where we’d like to go

on the road taken

a loving heart is bypassed

while some mother may be celebrated

and at least one son of a wo/man has already suffered enough.

Good night. 



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💡#SOwattage: By Any Other? No. (#Saturdaymorning #devotional)

Humanities scholars or just fans of poetry from Shakespeare and hip-hop are likely to be among those eager to support the sweetness of roses for what they are, not what they’re named.

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Their argument, if confined only to the “Romeo and Juliet” literary work, has merit. One step outside of that context and the general function of phonics seems to offer a serious hook if not real content.

Of fishing for consumption, for instance, a strait (as in Bering, not burying depending on your hometown’s accent) might look and sound perfect for the job. It can’t and shouldn’t fulfill the same purpose as a straight, baited line cast therein by the skilled hand nor does it account for the hungry believer and/or professional’s direct trod to the water source.

Certainly, it does no justice as a jacket in this regard, either.

However…

28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. (Romans 8, KJV)

In His Son alone, we find that all these things converge for His Glory. He Is:

  • Living Water
  • fish (catcher/foreman/mass distributor)
  • via the Holy Spirit, what draws us who navigate & swim about the world right on in
  • the narrow Way forsaking other gods’ vain imaginings
  • our carriage or company in the Walk, and
  • peace that defies conventional understanding, calms our rages & helps us hold it together;

truly Being All to all people as the apostle Paul teaches us to imitate, making chaste the life behind us.

That being said, since He Knows and calls us by ours, shouldn’t we also “kiss the Son” by honoring His rightful Name? According to many, Christ is allegedly an elevated title conferred to more than one throughout the ages and Jesus, also a common name among some cultures, is said to have derived from Greek and Hebrew variants such as Iesous, Yashaya(h) and Yeshua. The name also has its connections to thunder/lightning god Zeus, but that’s another story. In my darkest hours, calling no other Name than Jesus has been my reprieve. God alone Knows that. The accuser and followers will pretend, tease & call crazy those whom God implores to call on Him.

That part of the enemy’s tricks is so bothersome! Any so-called average person would take offense to a date or lover who expected them to answer to an incorrect name. How dare we believe or expect less from the Alpha & Omega? Needless to say, the enemy prides itself on influencing us to engage

  • anger
  • accusation
  • condemnation
  • scare or shame tactics
  • confusion, and sneakily dangerous in this information age,
  • a lukewarm neutrality or false peace that politely wants to agree with everybody.

To constantly dial the wrong number hearing only self, speak incorrectly (or worse, insincerely) and not converse with or cry out to Him at all forces the Beloved into legalistic, rigid and diminished relationship with Our Redeemer. It behooves us to comprehend, then, that any other name and the response from using it is not promised to be sweet.

Despite our birth names and all we/others have done to fit, improve & sully them, what matters most is when and what He calls us—softly or harshly but all-ways uniquely to our qualities via a nature only He Knows will reach us. Then, His True Name (and y/ours) will be written on our hearts never to be removed without our placing and keeping hands in the brier, so to speak.

Disobedience and rushing get thorns[*], some of which may manifest through (not necessarily of) those so close we least expect it. Commitment to grace, holiness and purity in patience beholds and allows us to, in turn, present roses to Him then to what we hope is a growing number of those able to recognize His fragrance. Let’s make sure we truly listen, Love Him, take His hand and apply His Word like Life depends on it.

It does.

May The Sovereign God guide, bless and keep you according to His Will.

#KBDYB