Tim Kitchen, 18 december 2013
Door bells ringing, children singing
Christmas songs, just for you.
Joy they bring, with smiling faces
hoping for a coin or two.
Church bells ringing, choirs singing
Christmas carols by candlelight.
As the faithful come to worship
on this special holy night.
Lights are on the Christmas tree
pretty colours reflect on the wall.
Excited little ones, trying to sleep
hoping Santa, will come to call.
In the church they speak of shepherds
and angels coming from above.
Of how Christ was born of Mary
the prince of peace and love.
There are parties, with happy people
who are full of Christmas cheer.
Dancing, singing and laughing
and enjoying their food and beer.
At the church, the mass is over
so the congregation drift away.
Night becomes a new tomorrow.
and at last, it’s Christmas day.
Gert Strydom, 18 december 2013
She brought me joy and happy days,
she brought me something that no one can remove
while she dwelt in her gentle ways,
she brought a kind of innocence to love.
Satish Verma, 18 december 2013
even vultures will not devour the proffered
war time victims, ruined was the impression
of untitled sacrifice, a wild anemone
slips into the river of blood, I tend to forget
the faces of embers –
arson by apostles of peace, it has become a commodity,
oppression releases a promise for optic illusion
through large-prints
a near miss when the truth chokes to death,
suicidal full of nerves-
the hills tremble in anticipation, lambs
were dropping dead on a green patch
such obligation
Satish Verma
Mystro, 18 december 2013
Stuck in quicksand
Because I could barely stand the thought of not having enough
Then I see a hand
and hear the words
life is tough
So I look up and i see an angel
But I'm not religious
So what is this?
I reach out for the hand and she pulls me with ease
I don't feel like I'm sinking anymore
And without thinking I express my love
Throw my arms out for a hug
And she takes me in with pleasure
I have finally found the treasure I been searching for
Feelings consuming me
pressure lifting off my heart
I was torn apart from the future and she brought me back to reality
I owe her everything
For showing me the light
taking my fear of the night away and reinforcing that things will be okay
Bob Gotti, 18 december 2013
During one season, every year, there are songs that all will hear.
Songs like come let us adore Him, that baby born in Bethlehem,
About the birth of God’s Only Son, Who was born for everyone,
For a bigger time and reason, than the adoration of one season.
The Truth in this holiday song, should be expressed all year long,
That baby born Christ our Lord, all year long, by many, is adored,
Not only for the holiday season, but all year and for good reason,
For through the Lord Jesus Christ, all believers inherit Eternal Life.
The little baby away in a manger, to many today is just a stranger,
The little One born in a cattle stall, today is The Lord God over all,
However, many today don’t know Him, as they are mislead by sin,
That The Lord’s Miraculous Birth, for them, is of no value or worth.
We hear, Silent Night, Holy Night, once a year, it truly seems right,
But, any idea of a holy night friend, after the season, sees its end,
As that holiness that was brought, in most hearts is never wrought,
As many come to deny God’s Son, Christ who came for everyone.
The little baby, who was adored, sits in Heaven as Christ and Lord,
The stranger He is to most men, will change when He returns again,
He, who was the New Born King, will rule and reign over everything,
Far beyond any holiday hymn, as Christ rules during the Millennium.
(Copyright ©12/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 18 december 2013
Words from God, penned by Paul, are not for some but for all,
All who believe in The Savior, words about your life’s behavior,
Examine yourself he had said, while speaking in Christ’s stead,
Asking are we truly in Jesus Christ, as we take stock of our life?
We must fully examine our life; are we truly changed by Christ?
By His Power and His Grace, are we really believers in the faith,
With authority, Paul has to say, are we truly walking in The Way,
Are we truly living as Christ said, or in our former ways instead?
Paul speaks with seriousness, of our heart, not our appearance,
Are we truly changed from inside, so in The Lord we truly abide,
And are we moving on to maturity, in The Spirit, for men to see,
Is our life being used by Him, while in this world tainted by sin?
Are we truly God’s living sacrifice, for The Savior, Jesus Christ?
From a love which creates unity, in Christ’s Church for all to see.
Do we for our Lord, deny ourselves, for a greater eternal wealth?
Wealth, far above this time, beyond this world, by God’s design,
We must have the mind of Christ, to practice that unity in our life,
A unity which shall last forever, as God’s Church, works together,
Believers must pursue real change, in the power of Christ’s Name,
To point a needy world to Calvary, so other men can live eternally.
(Copyright ©12/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 18 december 2013
Different faiths can surely coexist, but a larger concern is missed,
Men who gather of different belief, to foster man’s temporal relief,
From all that opposition and strife, while living together in this life,
But, this man manufactured peace, shall indeed in due time cease.
A body of men that in a mixture, of many faiths misses the picture,
The larger picture all men will face, when they must leave this place,
The awesome picture of eternity, a picture some choose not to see,
But, all will clearly see my friend, an Eternal Picture that has no end.
Eternity no matter what some feel, for every single soul is truly real,
Ignoring eternity to simply coexist, creates not, truth you can resist,
As this present age is dwarfed by, Eternity, in both scope and time,
A time ahead that will never cease, but many shall not see its peace.
The only true peace on earth’s sod, comes from The Only True God,
The only peace provided on the earth, which is also of eternal worth,
A peace that Christ issues here, which extends to the eternal sphere,
That peace which you will only see, if you know The God of Eternity.
Apart from God’s Truth, all will learn, their peace was not of concern,
This as they take in their last breath, only to experience eternal death;
However, God sent His Only Son, down into this world, for everyone,
Sending His Eternal Son, Jesus Christ, so all could have Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©11/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 18 december 2013
We’ve been sent on a mission, to fulfill the Great Commission,
It is to share God’s Revelation; of our Lord’s work of salvation,
God’s Truth, revealed in Christ, Truth that offers all Eternal Life,
A work, finished by Christ Jesus, with only faith required by us;
We’re sent to help others believe, so New Life they can receive.
God passed the witness to men, who, in Christ, are Born Again,
Starting with Apostles of Christ; those who lived during His life,
With a message of God’s Kingdom, citing near was God’s Son,
With His Message of Salvation, to Israel, God’s chosen Nation,
The Apostles the foundation alone, with Christ The Cornerstone.
They are the foundation for us, disciples today, of Christ Jesus,
Sent with Good News of Christ, who was for us God’s Sacrifice,
Paying for all men, sin’s penalty, so we could have life eternally,
We have God’s message to herald, now, to today’s entire world,
That Good News of Salvation, first to Israel then to every nation.
The Apostles for us, set the stage, as God for all turned a page,
Opening for all, this Age of Grace, still coming to Christ by faith,
Sent by God, this day and hour, in Christ’s Authority and Power,
To be Christ’s witness, to all men, that they must be Born Again,
To enter into Eternal Life, with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©11/2011 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 18 december 2013
How clueless many can be, as they ignore the God of eternity,
Not only about things to come, but clueless about God’s Son,
They may even profess Christ, yet God doesn’t guide their life,
Not only is God not their lead, but, His Word, they do not read.
Many today walk without The Lord, as a spiritual life is ignored,
An aspect in the life of everyone, even if they dismiss the Son,
While clueless remains the walk, of even men, who talk the talk,
About God they say they know, Who, in their life doesn’t show.
About spiritual life you can say, many walk on the broader way,
Many walk about life cluelessly, even while living life religiously,
This, without a true knowledge of, Christ, Who reigns up above,
The One, which every eye will see, before they step into eternity.
Many truly walk about clueless, while life for them is hit or miss,
Not knowing what their future holds, as this present life unfolds,
With no thought beyond this life, and no interest in Jesus Christ,
Embracing a religious affiliation; not concerned about Salvation.
But, Jesus Christ clues those in, when God’s Spirit dwells within,
Souls acknowledging the Creator, who embrace Christ as Savior,
No longer roaming about aimlessly, now upon a road to Eternity,
Being led every day by Jesus Christ, on their way to Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©11/2011 Bob Gotti)
Ailill, 18 december 2013
Through an open window
these eyes behold
pinches of wisdom
sprinkled on a poem.
Rewinding the road
separating work from home,
it's settings betwixt and between.
Rehearsing for the stage,
I turned into a dream,
reflecting:
'an image is not easy to create,
but once made, difficult to break,
effecting our roles, what to uphold,
what we let go.'
Coming home,
thoughts of being alone,
turned off the radio, t.v.
and the telephone.
No expectations,
trials or tribulations,
Just me on me,
Deprogramming.
Like a saxophone player who missed his cues,
turning jazz into the blues,
yesterday,
the rain clouds were overburdened,
little cause for celebration.
Teardrops
invoked shockwave echoes
rolling out of the singing bowl
of the cosmos:
'Our thoughts create a spell,
sending our minds spiraling
on a journey to either
heaven or hell.'
Waking up on the other side of the rainbow,
like Chuang Tsu's butterfly, I no longer knew,
was I the midwife? The leavening of the bread?
The coffee roll down at the local Greasy Spoon?
Or Deja Vu, am I you?
These feasting eyes peering through
an open window,
forgetting again
what they once knew.
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