Satish Verma, 28 october 2017
Drought had entered
into grass roots.
It was a perfect landing.
Sequential. You are
chopped into pieces. A shoal
of fish will make you disappear.
The vacancy will call
a choreographed entry. The
descent will find a goldenrod.
Snow-capped peaks. It
is difficult to stay for a long time.
You climb down. River remains dry.
Satish Verma, 27 october 2017
A squirrel on a stone bull
revives a genre,
after a black rose
fell on the lips of tremor.
One amphibian was always there
part in water and part on land.
Climbing on words,
to become an avis -
the avatar of a flying god.
There was no song -
on the bridge of tears. Let us
share a lost dream.
Do you find seashell in the
desert of diction? Here once a
river flowed under the rocks.
Friends don't squeeze the moon.
It was honey in a blue urn,
collecting the morning rays.
Paweł Szkołut, 26 october 2017
You are a child of the Universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
Desiderata
Hidden in the shadow of the winter evening
surrounded by the infinite space
I go through the darkness
still to seek You
to talk and listen
sailing through the abyss of a night and dream
I search for your face
when I get up in the morning
I feel the touch of your fingertips
in my eyes it glimpses the beauty and ugliness of this world
in yours - I can see the reflection of all the stars and planets
with every day I travel further away
from the world of illusion and failure
entering deeper into the Kingdom's space
I try to weigh every thought and word
I listen daily to the silence bearing the music
and I look into the light dispersing the darkness
of the primordial chaos
every morning washed in the dawn's dew
I am born again,
watching out for Your face -
I am a child of the Universe
II 2005
Joe Breunig, 26 october 2017
Are we not to be the…
faint illumination of
Christ, reflecting Him
with actions of Love?
As terrestrial beings,
we’re continually mired
by an encasement of clay;
can our Faith be fired
up by our relationship to
our eternal Lord and Savior?
Fake Christianity will be
revealed in poor behaviors
that can be recognized by
anyone; as human candles,
Faith can shine brightly.
Avoiding personal scandals
is achievable, when we’re
purposed to live as Christ.
After all, no one else can
provide… everlasting Life!
Author notes
Inspired by:
Psa 18:28; 1 John 1:5-7; Prov 20:27
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 26 october 2017
We can trust an omniscient God,
with our unknown future, since
He transcends… Time’s boundary.
Though we remain humanly flawed,
we can possess a real Faith in
One, Who doesn’t lie, deceive or
tries to manipulate us. By using
our breath, we maintain within
us, the ability to reach Him and
soften His heart with our words;
as we pray, with an attitude of
repentance, inevitably we’ve hands
that are raised in total surrender.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Jer 29:11; Prov 3:5-6, 23:17-18
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 26 october 2017
A poor perception of Christianity
is the ongoing failure of the Faith
to treat all people evenly within…
a circle of inclusion; who will see
past the shortcomings of humanity,
in order to spiritually grow? Ideas
of our accountability, accompanied
by genuine, personal responsibility
dictate that we treat every soul
in the same manner of Love, without
thoughts of the trivial attributes
that separate us; under the control
of God’s Kingdom, we remain equals.
Since we’re supposed to serve one
another, shouldn’t we help everyone
with a mandate to perform God’s will?
Author notes
Inspired by:
Jam 2
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Joe Breunig, 26 october 2017
Like me, even that shining moon
occasionally weeps, as we spend
time remembering you; moments
of nostalgia creep into our times
of dreams and wistful thinking.
And yet, there is a vast emptiness
that stirs our spirits.
We sorrowful souls, sob throughout
the night; the coldness of dawn
crystallizes our tears into
the morning dew and its beauty
encourages us… to cry even more.
How can we bear the loss of you?
The arid ground, greedily absorbs
our sadness without visible remorse.
Forgotten and lifeless cobwebs,
with their torn threads, now adorn
the empty landscape that marks
the boundaries of our separation.
Your absence is deafening; the moon
and I discuss ideas about the taste
of your salty tears, that you shed
from mourning our shattered union.
However, the moon remains unerringly
quiet, regarding the time, you two,
spend together! And I’m left with an
impression of unresolved jealousy.
Will you two… silently lament the
isolation of our three aching hearts?
Oh wait; why are there distant sounds
of laughter, reverberating under this
new moon, while these tears of mine,
resume its unwanted flow?
Author notes
A collaboration between
Saurav Karki and myself
© 2017, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 26 october 2017
God is aware of the ugliness
of our sin; not confessing to
Him, ensures that misery will
replace our joy; seriousness
of the Human condition should
not be an excuse that keeps us
from reaching out to Him in a
prayer of repentance. Could
we allow… known imperfections
to define us, when forgiveness
is readily available? How can
we choose to dismiss Salvation
when we possess His holy breath
and the chance to escape Death?
Author notes
Inspired by:
Psa 32, 33:6; Job 33:4
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Satish Verma, 26 october 2017
A new
adage. Who was
infallible?
Because there was no space.
*
The final
journey, begins
for beyond
the infinite.
*
Where the gods
live, there was-
a small particle, waiting
to expand.
Monique, 25 october 2017
If we know the past, we can correct the future ,yet we do not know What is coming between us.
They said not to worry about the world, but most of what i know concerns me.
Everything will be alrignt my mother said, until is it too late they get the message.
But I have learned from their failed commission.
Don't discredit correction. Rejoice in the truth.
They failed to mention that truth sometimes is aggravating and accepting is not quite easy.
The experience is what's molding.
The people you surround yourself in is your choice.
Gain or lose or give to pursue what is true.
Communication is more significant from what i knew.
The dreams I have had sometimes became true
Some times is just de'javu ; something that makes me feel comfortably numb from being there before, yet there for the first.
Feels like a dream within a dream. A vision seen so clearly.
Makes me question life even more. Although,
These things keep me in sync with life.
I have learned if you give the most you can receive the less, but the
Intentions are more important.
In the end it was my own intake that helped me survive this crazy life.
Seeking and searching truth throughout my time.
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