Joe Breunig, 13 may 2017
How will I be perceived,
after my passing? Will
dissections of my soul
be realized from the…
poetry I leave behind?
Will anyone really care?
Can my experiences… be
defined separately from
Faith’s spiritual Light?
Will I be imagined to be
a fraud, with regard to
the principles of God?
By the time I’m noticed,
by those intentionally
choosing to rightly evaluate
my literary worth, their
opinions are a moot point
to my current existence.
After all, my personal bias
show be evident within my
compositions; perhaps, when
I bowed before my Maker, I’ll
know the real truth of myself.
Before Him, it won’t matter,
since I’m still loved.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Acts 17:28
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Joe Breunig, 13 may 2017
The waves of new revelation
are softly overflowing me,
when I’m desiring to see…
myself as part of a nation
that’s birthed for eternity.
Faith allows me to envision
my future with His precision,
through experiential reality.
As my spirit flies and soars,
I’m drawn closer to Him; words
of His truth, keep me stirred
to discover God’s open doors
and His reality of Salvation.
Author notes
Inspired by:
John 8:31, 17:23
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Joe Breunig, 13 may 2017
Mankind’s genuine Life is found
in the blood, not in the heart,
nor in the mind; the guilt of sin
leads all to Death. As His blood
ran down onto Golgotha’s ground,
The Lamb’s atonement was released
and in that moment, we were bound
to Yahweh by the “Scarlet Thread”
of Christ’s Love for us. With Him
serving as Humanity’s High Priest,
Salvation requires us to partake
in His sacrifice, via acceptance
of His gift in the recognition of
our guilt from sin; this allows
The Father to properly adjudicate
and satisfy His requirements for
justice and His desire for mercy.
And now forgiveness is available
to all; Christ remains patient,
as He knocks on our heart’s door
while offering God’s free gift of
eternal Life and everlasting Love.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Lev 17:11; John 19:31-37; Heb 7:25;
Eze 18:4, 18:20; Rom 6:23
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Joe Breunig, 5 may 2017
O Lord, once again, I have made a
conscious decision to set aside…
my ego and earthly plans to spend
quality time with You; as I strive
against the nonsense, troubling my
heart, allow your Holy Spirit to
cascade as a waterfall upon this
flesh, with the freshness of a new
dew that joyfully enhances my world
in unexpected ways. Overwhelm my soul
with an outpouring of Your Essence,
whereby the inward, God-shaped hole
in my heart is… filled by You alone!
On this path for me, I’ll freely roam
in search of songs and poetic verses
that lead me towards my Heavenly home.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Psa 42:7-8
Dedicated to Rev. Marilyn S. Glavin
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steven cooke, 4 may 2017
(The word thee is a Yorshire word still used today it means you)
(Spanish Winter refers to the Flu epidemic that killed 18 million in 1918)
.(the red step is what you see on old terraced houses which are always curved from generations of scrubbing. Sheffield in South Yorkshire still has many properties with this step.
The Red Step and Thee
.
Progress dissolves the paint of Lowry’s image
never to be seen again in children’s eyes.
Faceless individuals
blurred in match stick graves,
witnessed by strangers
from a forgotten window
In the clouds of the last steam train.
.
The homes of yesterdays hovel
covered in blackened walls of soot.
Leaves a legacy
that the faeces of wealth has moved on
and brown field is the apology
that council apostles give.
.
Still the echoes of humanity
gives way to a church
that only the old can see.
The last survivors of a planet
Where rescue has been abandoned by time.
.
Memories of Jericho greet
the historians camera,
as the dust removes the sun
from cataract eyes holding the past
.
The smash of the wrecking ball
mimic’s a galaxies demise.
The stars of yesterday
leave a trace of community
where the crucible of men,
were born in corrupted air that hides
the sacrifice of life.
.
An equation that is beyond this universe
for life is an illusion that only fading eyes can see.
Yet suffering and graft is survival,
the heat of furnace puts bread on the table
while the molten metal reflects
the souls of men to God.
.
A reflection that reminds the living,
of the aching poverty that haunts
a callused hand,
reaching for a drunken solace that gives
existence to a temporary peace.
.
While a palace called the workhouse
competes with mortality like a dying star.
Churning the names of nobody into oblivion.
.
Rest is for the fools on the hill
while sleep harbours the devil.
Bread will burn only for 30 pieces of silver
and Sunday will always demand
a service to God.
.
Life bides its time in a failing body,
old age will fill this dark space.
Never to be spoken.
For youth is best savoured while it lasts.
.
Redemption is found in a girl with rags for pigtails,
who sees the boy in taverns light.
Pock marked and spoken in a language
that only thee will understand
.
This girl is where creation takes back all that is lost
for her home is the only universe that matters.
A terraced house is a place of love
where the horrors of life cannot pass.
.
A sanctuary where the roots of creation
mirror the seedlings of a forest to come,
that is protected by an ancient cross
which no atheist can steal.
A humble red step,
curved like the cup of Christ
.
Here lies the history of forgotten souls.
A family known only to the ledgers quill.
Dirty feet, tiny and large,
anointed by a destiny that could not be avoided
Happiness is to savour and share
the bread and dripping
Scraped in obedience
of a penitent wage.
.
Welcome cannot afford a mat.
A greeting is met by a red step
that only a true King would understand.
Kept sacred in cleanliness
by scrubbing away the misfortunes of life.
This is the shield
of a proud woman who bled away her life
for family and husband
and children lost to disease and poverty.
.
Happiness and sorrow will always cross this step
but all will find absolution.
For woman is the priest and confessor
she is the oak that defies this darkness.
A girl apprentice turned master
in the keeping of the red step.
.
And though her flame blew out
in the wind of a Spanish winter
an ember of light still flickers in the sky.
.
Not sought by astronomers
nor wished on by lovers.
She is just there.
Watching over the forest
that her spirit created
Known only to God
and the children that love left behind..
Joe Breunig, 4 may 2017
Although both literary academia
and the Biblical scholars have
largely ignored my poetry, I’m
not worried, nor concerned; it
could be an outward indication
of their sad, spiritual anemia.
In order for Faith to be present,
an acceptance of Christ must be
evident within one’s life; critics
will always have their opinions.
Perhaps their ongoing silence is…
a sign of unacknowledged consent.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Rom 8:7
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Joe Breunig, 4 may 2017
Knowing that I’m loved by God,
it’s easier to dismiss fears;
I’m no longer dismayed by the
onslaught of troubles; years
of doubt are behind me, since
it’s clear that I’m upheld… by
the righteous hand of Yahweh.
My trust is in Him and I rely
on His many promises; His Word
watered the spiritual seeds,
that He had planted within me;
and now, this poetic bleed
of Faith is expressed, as I…
share my devotion for Adonai!
Author notes
Inspired by:
Psa 37:23-24; Isa 41:10; Jer 17:7-8
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George Krokos, 28 april 2017
Out of all the things in our world we find
love is verily of the most sought after kind.
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George Krokos, 28 april 2017
It’s hard to be positive when so many things around seem to be going wrong
but not being negative demands a degree of optimism which has to be strong.
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George Krokos, 28 april 2017
Nobody can do for you what you really can or should do by yourself
so don't go running either here or there or turning to somebody else.
There are certainly some few things that are only for each individual to work out,
all we need is the inspiration to motivate our will into action which is hard without.
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