Joe Breunig, 20 september 2012
God’s heavenly desires and ways
are much higher than our own.
Spiritual maturity is required
to reach towards His holy throne.
Hidden within the Scriptures
is a common, universal theme –
Application of Biblical principles
is needed to achieve our earthly dreams.
Under guidance of the Spirit,
prophets captured God’s intended plan;
laid out to see was Yahweh’s vision –
for the true success of Man.
The written Word of God
can be our scriptural soap;
regular cleansing of the mind
reveals the promise of our hope.
This collection of ‘love letters’
is connected by a ‘scarlet thread’;
Christ’s fulfillment of the Law was sealed
by the redemptive blood that He shed.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Isaiah 55:8-9; Isaiah 11:2; Proverbs 3:1-26; Romans 12:12;
Ephesians 4:22-23; 1 Corinthians 1:18-25
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2010, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 20 september 2012
Know God and know peace,
leaning not on your own understanding.
Earthly troubles will never cease -
Use faith to quell the inner longing.
Regardless of your circumstance,
you are empowered to be an overcomer.
Rejoice in the midst of difficulties;
in His Presence, find holy favor.
He has promised to supply our needs!
Things can not fill the hole of one’s heart.
Cleanse your mind with His Word;
desire Truth that only Jehovah can impart.
Forget fancy words, clichés and obsession
with the rhetoric of sentiment;
wholeheartedly seek the face of the Lord.
Find for yourself, true contentment.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
1 Timothy 6:6; Philippians 4:11; Hebrews 13:5
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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Joe Breunig, 20 september 2012
Just a word, Lord…
is what I desire today.
Often I devote quality time with Thee,
hoping to learn more of your Holy ways.
Just a word, Lord…
keeps me moving forward with You;
embrace me with Your Presence,
in everything that I say and do.
[CHORUS]
Just a word, Lord…
provides me with Everlasting Life.
Being focused on You,
reduces the noise of earthly strife.
Just a word, Lord…
completely captures my heart.
My longing for You flows as water,
that sates the thirsty hart.
[CHORUS]
Just a word, Lord…
brings me out of the wilderness.
Hear and answer my cries to be
clothed with Your Righteousness.
Just a word, Lord…
lifts and inspires my weary spirit.
Cover me with grace continually,
in anticipation of Your heavenly junket.
[CHORUS]
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[CHORUS]
Open the eyes of my understanding;
remove the spiritual blinders on me!
Always keep in my remembrance…
Your sacrifice on that accursed tree.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Ezekiel 7:1-8, 1 Kings 6:11-13, Ezekiel 12:1-2, 26-28, John 6:47, Galatians 6:8
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Gert Strydom, 20 september 2012
The dark night
wants to enclose everything with her cloak,
the dark night
bewitches the moon that waits on her
to join her shining yellow gold
and jollily people come home from
the dark night
Gert Strydom, 20 september 2012
When the day did die
the evening star appeared blue-white,
when the day did die
it suddenly became the dark night,
while the moon rose like a golden yellow pip
with stars hanging like grains of sand,
when the day did die.
Gert Strydom, 20 september 2012
When lightning strikes out,
disappears far over the horizon,
when lightning strikes out
flaming suddenly blue-white to below,
when the sun disappears behind clouds
big drops do appear;
when lightning strikes out.
Jeprox G. Lingamen, 20 september 2012
Love that is going to quench my thirst
have I slowly, painstakingly drawn
from the dying creek of your soul
with only this dipper of a heart
which is too cracked to hold it
long enough to drink and be saved
Satish Verma, 20 september 2012
Still listening from lips,
a mute hearing with hands,
an improper metaphor.
……………………………………
In the frozen lake of eyes
a fish dies
in unread tears.
………………………………….
An upended
home of laments
in moon.
………………………………….
Imperfect proximity
of pillows.
sleep was distance apart.
……………………………..
Like poison ivy
a gnawing to itch
and an itch to gnaw.
Satish Verma
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 19 september 2012
crimson sky
a pair of mynahs
pen and sheet
[Published in 'Your Space' of the e-journal 'Muse India' on 2 August 2011]
Satish Verma, 19 september 2012
The native walls
were hounding me-
out of game.
I was playing chess with god.
Was stoned to death.
A small boy’s arm
was crushed.
He stole a bread.
What was the truism
of unheard voices?
Groping in green darkness
I was watching
the lethal plunge of man.
Satish Verma
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