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CPerkins

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I've had to fall down several times so that I could see God clearly. It's sad that it is necessary at times, but God knows best.

Thankfully God is patient and corrects us when we go to far off course. It is truly a blessing to know that God watches us closely like this in his love. These experiences teach humility and empathy for others. IMHO we also learn how to truly love others through suffering.

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as fishermen of souls we can only cast the line
God's catch will come in His time not by our planning
we might get anxious but during this time
I choose to exercise deep contemplations
for my strength for patience is a powerful force
when I proceed cautiously holding to my integrity
great relationships can be created in the name
of Jesus Christ when I am content to wait~

there are many fish in the sea but only a few are called,
and the Lord knows whom they are to be...
 

MatthewG

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Life filled with so many choices
Short sighted and blind with no light
A lighter taken; burns down the haybarn down the way
Rage of life in flames of madness trapped within the confides of the body; Screams
inside the head for help of darken consumption
Self: Only then a voice comes from around the corner - "Oh hey look a friend"; He stops
and looks at you -- Light of encouragement comes in the ears; "Do not be afraid,
Im here": And warmth is restored - Thank you Lord Yeshua
 
its midnight and another sleepless evening seems to prey upon me
like a master magician of slumber thievery waving a stay awake wand
when all I want is pain free rest upon this bed full of random pillows
lined up nice and pretty in a carefully constructed row against the wall
that acts like a weather and sound barrier from the outside world
somehow it never ends up littered over the carpeting before morning

this is a comfortable haven of respite from daily stress and mayhem
my pastel tones are soothingly mundane and I like them that way
creams blues greys melt into one another like layers of candle wax
making me think nothing but pleasant playful dancing daydreams
as my eye lids wish they were glued shut to my face in a special way
where I could peel them apart come morning again free and rested~



where are the night owls hooting away
did they fly in a barn across the road,
maybe they're singing in a nest of hay
or joined chorus with a croaking toad,
it sure is noisy outside my window
crickets and cats sure can make a racket,
maybe I'll get under covers real low
so they cant hear me under my blanket~
 
its midnight and another sleepless evening seems to prey upon me
like a master magician of slumber thievery waving a stay awake wand
when all I want is pain free rest upon this bed full of random pillows
lined up nice and pretty in a carefully constructed row against the wall
that acts like a weather and sound barrier from the outside world
somehow it never ends up littered over the carpeting before morning

this is a comfortable haven of respite from daily stress and mayhem
my pastel tones are soothingly mundane and I like them that way
creams blues greys melt into one another like layers of candle wax
making me think nothing but pleasant playful dancing daydreams
as my eye lids wish they were glued shut to my face in a special way
where I could peel them apart come morning again free and rested~



where are the night owls hooting away
did they fly in a barn across the road,
maybe they're singing in a nest of hay
or joined chorus with a croaking toad,
it sure is noisy outside my window
crickets and cats sure can make a racket,
maybe I'll get under covers real low
so they cant hear me under my blanket~
I just love the picture you painted I could almost be there hearing the night chorus
 
When I was a little girl the family would come to our house, and we would celebrate the holy resurrection of Christ.
My uncles would take turns hand rotating a lamb over a fire made from wood, and charcoals dug deep down into the garden bed.
It was the same spot they used every year as they sipped on ouzo, and talked about things in Greek the adults didnt want us to hear.
This tradition would start at the wee hours of morn, and by 8 or so two would be snoring in lawn chairs when my mom took their ouzo.
The youngest of the five would then take over with the slow rotation (he would only have one), and allow us kids to take turns doing so.
We would eat hard boiled eggs for breakfast died red in remembrance of the shed blood of Christ. We would knock end on end with another cousin to see which egg would crack. The "winner" was said to have good luck, if their egg survived. Then they would get to challenge another cousin with that same egg.

We didnt hide eggs, and would only get a few candy treats which we usually shared. Dishes from the island of Crete were arranged in a buffet style of dining which was prepared well in advance, and presented by noon. Outer layers of lamb would be slowly carved as it was ready to eat. When it was cooked all the way through, it was considered an honor and privilege to eat a bite of the brain. I still say YUCK.

We would have all attended midnight mass together the night before, and sing what the angel Gabriel said to Mary Magdalene when she found Christ's tomb was empty. We would all light candles one from another, which was started from the original flame inside the church. Its a beautiful tribute and remembrance to sing in classical Greek. Christos Anesti. I have fond memories and miss those now resting. The Eastern Orthodox Easter falls on May the second this year, according to the Gregorian calendar. So to me, its not Easter yet...
 
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my hip says no it doesn't want to walk
right hand thumb goes clickety click again,
lower back woes its voicing a loud talk
a pain free day I cant remember when,

got so much to do cant lay here all day
the house needs cleaning at least a vacuum,
but my body aches have too much to say
as there's a cyclone in the living room,

dust bunnies are hiding not plastic eggs
holiday frozen dinner's in a box,
time to get moving starting with my legs
and I cant seem to find any clean socks,

coffee is not to the rescue this morn
as another fun ouch day has been born

(better days are coming as my mom used to say)
 
we do know our Lord through scripture
that men shall not live by bread alone
but by every word out of the mouth of God
may our preparations be therefore in our hearts

from Him so our thoughts might be pure
may His name be etched into our souls
with the sword of the word in earnest prayer
to remain steadfast warriors in our love

like a priceless masterpiece painting created
one of a kind abundant with spiritual gifts
bestowed with compassion mercy grace
hidden from this world full of wickedness

shining boldly for the body of believers to see
like a lighthouse to be a compass and guide
soldier stars sharing directions in the darkness
to all those whom choose to see this knowledge

lovingkindness charity faithfulness modesty
I hope to wear as my armor with salvation
as a helmet knowing a place has been prepared
where we shall rest in peace all of our days

singing songs of thanksgiving in remembrance
of all things done past present and future
for those whom believe and love Jesus Christ
forever and ever amen.
 
ginger slices
yanno those sugar coated things
they save me on nights like this
when my stomach is rumbling
with a massive volcanic eruption
waiting to explode violently
at the least favorable moment

ginger slices
yes those yummy things I buy
off an internet site with free shipping
they settle the acid reflux attack
from all the meds I take to function
like a half normal human being
so Im gonna eat another piece

ginger slices
indeed my hush hush survival weapon
I can hide them discreetly in my purse
put them in a glove box without melting
and nibble away at any sign of discomfort
just dont go snooping around to find em'
cause they are my secret stash of relief
 
with my sight do I see do I within
or hear the noise oh where might I begin,
can I feel hair growing upon my skin
or taste rain pounding on a roof of tin?

I know what I know what I know I know
backwards or forward's yes to and froe,
inside the bottom of my heart is low
where watered is the seed that God did sow,

too many questions some are very odd
no solution to most do I discard?
with thoughts racing quickly my head I nod
I seek wisdom and continue to prod,

life can be a rhythm reason or rhyme
for everything has its season and time,
questioning stupid things is not a crime
finding answers is my favorite past time~

ox' feeling silly and blessed knowing sometimes crickets have a lot more to say than we think they do~
 
dont tell me the world doesnt give
pretty people better treatment and service
how cool relevant popular and privileged
a person is makes a huge difference

this extends into the work place
with everything from hired positions
to promotions to parking spaces
justification is simply also an appearance

so what is an older fatter uglier person to do?
this is why there is so much "beauty" stress
as companies become successful selling
make up face cream and tightening garments

botox cool sculpting liposuction and fillers
welcome to plastic America give us your flaws
and you too can be almost picture perfect
without a completely photoshopped image

is this fair to the rest of us hard working souls
whom try twice as hard to receive half the results
no because in this life the only fair playing field
is soul transformation through Jesus Christ

salvation is not based on what we look like
but our heart condition and belief having faith
in what is yet to come not what is here now
and thats the most beautiful thing of all~
 

CPerkins

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We can be very thankful that God is not a respecter of persons. The world favors those with money, power, beauty or anything else that might lead to possible gain. God though sees past the skin and other superficial nonsense and sees the heart. God knows those that can be molded and shaped into new creations.

Thanks be to God for his abundant love and that great hope that he brings.
 
everyday is a bright new beginning
starting with a prayer conversation,
might I renew my spirit through my heart
which gives me much inner relaxation~

heres to a beautiful peaceful Sunday to all with much love ox'
 
the skies are gray and wish to cry aloud
they want to make more noise than creaky bones,
Im still in bed I admit not too proud
as I struggle quietly voicing moans,
pain pain please go away and dont come back
I understand the sad and honest truth,
this is a dream reality I lack
as my body screams in manners uncouth,
so here I sit uncomfortably cold
in air conditioning I mostly like,
feeling these same Monday blues and Im old
as bouts of sharp aches stab me with their spike,
time for a hot bath it is almost noon
I believe I have to grin and bare it,
smelly sweaty bedding its not too soon
to put you in the laundry bit by bit...



heres to a better and blessed Monday for everyone
might you heal us all where we need it most
thank you Father for a nice home and everything wonderful in life
may I enjoy it all more after I feel better,
in the name of your Son Jesus Christ~ Amen
 

CPerkins

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Ah the aches and pains of growing old. May the rest of your day be filled with the warm knowledge that God is near and there to help, guide and strengthen. I believe God shows us daily in ways like this how much we need him.

God bless your day.
 
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