Satish Verma, 6 march 2015
Vast emptiness preceded him,
when he stood inside a glass on road.
Sun did not contradict him,
light had entered back in stars.
Failed fingers knocked out the magnet. There
was no reason.
Pain in neck neglected for long
now becomes time,
impatient to meet beginning of end.
Blood was spurting in vain.
A black pearl of pure love
uncenters the lazy death.
He knew the secret of pathophobia,
had known the morbidity of troubled mind.
There was no return now to new words of mourning.
Grave masks were hiding
the smiling faces of unnames.
Joe Breunig, 5 march 2015
With assistance of the Holy Spirit,
compelling achievements will be seen;
supernatural strength is available to…
overcome the nonsense of human routine.
As His responsible Christians today,
we must mature and have understanding
of the authority and power given us
by Christ, to address Life’s demanding.
When we have not, it’s the direct result
of not asking for… what we really need.
Working from our natural strength fails,
and we will be trampled by sin’s stampede.
The fleshly combination of impure motives
and one’s selfish, wrong timing for results
will keep one ensnared in Satan’s traps-
insuring the onslaught of ongoing assaults
that interfere with one’s divine purpose.
Prayer remains a violent, spiritual force
that interrupts the enemies’ plan against us.
We have a High Priest who keeps us on course-
One Who understands our weaknesses, infirmities
and the God-given abilities for Kingdom victory!
Come boldly now, to the heavenly throne of Grace;
enable your faith with prayer and learn to see
that Faith only works by the power of His Love.
Be anxious for nothing, with real thanksgiving
and let your specific requests be known by Him.
Only in His Name, can we achieve… greater things!
Author Notes
Inspired by:
John 14:12-14; Jam 4:1-2,5:13-16; Heb 4:15-16;
Gal 5:6; Mark 11:22-25; Phil 4:6; Luke 10:19
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 5 march 2015
On a cruel cross Lord, my sins became Thine
and were all the riches and power of nature mine,
nothing would befits You as a gift
and never could I repay a love so unblemished and divine.
Even if life does me degrade and around toss,
when I look on that terrible cross,
I can only give myself as I am
as the value of all other things are at a loss.
In my mind Your own suffering and pain
does continually remain
and although Calvary does my heart sting
Your cruel death is to life my greatest gain
When if only for me
Thy life was given as guarantee
to pardon a life unwholesome and full of iniquity
and now forever from sin I can be free.
Satish Verma, 5 march 2015
The king
made a fun of our poverty.
Marble faced girls always thought,
wearing black scarves –
sweeping the floor of white mausoleum.
You made a death
a loving eternity.
We die daily
in the face of old shine.
Who shoots a peacock
on the tree?
I mourn for the blue peace,
let the clouds come.
Who remains unhurt
unpained, when the night calls?
I seize a moon
to enter the crack of dawn.
Gert Strydom, 4 march 2015
No whip has ever lashed
such an innocent man
who did choose to suffer punishment
as the Lamb of God
where He could have called upon
legions upon legions of mighty angels
to come to His aid.
No nails have ever pierced such mighty hands
that created all that is,
that controlled the wind and waves
brought healing, food and life
to mortal men.
No thorny crown was ever set
on a more noble head
as a mockery to being king
while He is and had been the Lord of lords
and even can wake up the dead
and His kingdom is everlasting
No God has ever love as much as this
and made the punishment of all sinners His
and soon in the clouds he will come
to take us to our eternal home
and with my own eyes I will see
His love and great mercy.
Gert Strydom, 3 march 2015
Lord, teach me to like a child cling to Your fatherly hand
and Lord, send your angels to daily guard over me,
to walk ahead on the way that I still do have to go
and teach me to trust on you unending love and
Gert Strydom, 2 march 2015
I
You burrow into my heart
are up against the embankment of my goodwill
and it feels as if we will never be apart
as if you do not bare me any ill
and there is only ground and hard skin
set between the emotions of love that does remain
while you are centring in
with all the heartache and pain
that comes with life as it daily goes
and at times you do feel much to close.
My resistance is weak,
while I am trying to protect my own humanity,
are trying to regain my mental capacity
and I wonder what you do seek?
II
You are rubbing me mad,
are turning love into lust and desire\
and at times I am glad and other times sad
while you are driving to be one
with my central core,
are trying to secure me before I am gone,
are burning me with a kind of fire
that can destroy and also make whole
that needs and wants just more and more
and I see you eyes peering into my very soul
while I wonder if this is how love really is
and find something deeper in each and every kiss.
Satish Verma, 2 march 2015
In my domain I am the child again
lost in labyrinth of stairways
unable to find my home.
A swarm of bees descends
gives anaphylactic shock
I am dead in my arms.
You carry a dead gorilla
on the makeshift scaffold,
somewhere a female was beating her chest.
Blood on the face of moon
my sobs will not stop
flowing in muddy streaks in pits of tattoos.
Eggs of blue bird were waiting
for the mother to come,
kids were on doormats.
It was always the salt lake.
No body was going to drown
wolves, sharks and men!
grove, 1 march 2015
I have started to worry if you are a myth?
Unbelievable mind's glitch?
Maybe just a false prophet's trick?
Please... Answer.
Let it be quick,
because my time still keeps to tick-tock.
You need to talk!
And I need an answer,
I am begging as jester, otherwise,
I will become a real disaster. Promise?
It had to be, so I was made as image.
But maybe, it is an image of doubt.
Still, I wanted you, you to be,
to be my strength in darkness...
Now your silence feeds my dark side.
Maybe I am dark-side. Apocalypse.
And you won't deny it.
So be it,
if you will never speak,
I will never quit.
Out of mystic cube
of questions to prove.
Mish Quadri, 1 march 2015
Drowning in your love
Drowning in your love
Sinking in the depths of my pain
Afraid to take a breath for fear of slipping deeper into darkness
My heart is shattered by the endless grief
I have lost this battle of my mind
My soul is begging for a reprieve from this bond that we share
Disconnecting from your touch
Breaking away from the ties that bind
Letting go of the soul that calls my name in depths of the night
Releasing myself from all that holds me here in this place
No longer can I allow myself to be
Drowning in your love
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