There are so many things I don’t know
There are so many faults I have…
There are times I loose my calm.
Yet you always caress me as a child.
I make mistakes but you always take care.
You are my armor and my light.
Arms that hold me at my weakest are yours.
when everyone else annoys me ,I annoy you,
Often questioning and demanding proof.
Dear God, my father, my closest friend
always be with me.For it is only you I seek
You are my journey and destination
So often I whisper Help me !
Rarely I say Thank you….
But I know you are aware-
your voice in my heart is
the secret assurance that….
You listen to my thoughts
In quietness you are my confidence
In the commotion you are my confidant
A galactic leap forward away from desires to embrace you and unlock the doors…
Thank you Barbara, my dear friend and blogger extraordinaire at Idealist Rebel.
The Idealist Rebel blog
is one of my WordPress favorite blogs.
I’ve found more interesting bloggers from reblogs
and comments there than from my own searches.
.
Barbara blogs on a variety of subjects and she reblogs lots of great posts too. She’s very much loved at WordPress and she loves to give and receive virtual awards and hugs. Click her link and say I sent you by… you’ll love her blog I’m sure. If you click on the award image, you can view Barbara’s creation, “mystique” painting that she’s submitted for acceptance of her award.
.
Many Thanks and Hugs Barbara!
NOTE: I enlarged the badge and I added an imperfect maroon border onto the image.
.
I’ve searched for 20 blogs I follow for being active bloggers
that have a hundred followers or fewer… My nominations for
the 2014 Liebster Blog Award are:
Truth doth Holiness ignite communion knowing love; fruits of spirit recite, His ascendance above.
Expansive flows His reign; consuming compassion;
elucidating hearts sane
His mercy seat fashion.
Hath thine heart love of His Holy Grace forms; Spirit, soars His Dove dost illumine beasts lorn.
.
.
I wanted to capture in my poem tenacity for seeking holy wisdom and also how I view the Spirit fading from our hearts all negativity to align finally our accepting of divinity in loving luminosity of His light. For some, especially non-religious, the coming of God’s grace may seem harsh. This is not at all how His coming seems to me. However, my poem reflects the very human healing of this with the struggle intact until that final moment. The image came from a google search gallery.
My awards page is here.
Thankfully, I display these awards.
It is my great pleasure to share them.
A note on posting awards: When posting awards, it is best to post them onto a page and include the name of the award and how you came to get it. It happens that awards are a very popular search item and unless you prefer not to be found, this is best.
Truth doth Holiness ignite communion knowing love; fruits of spirit recite, His ascendance above.
Expansive flows His reign; consuming compassion;
elucidating hearts sane
His mercy seat fashion.
Hath thine heart love of His Holy Grace forms; Spirit, soars His Dove dost illumine beasts lorn.
.
.
.
.
.
I wanted to capture in my poem tenacity for seeking holy wisdom and also how I view the Spirit fading from our hearts all negativity to align finally our accepting of divinity in loving luminosity of His light. For some, especially non-religious, the coming of God’s grace may seem harsh. This is not at all how His coming seems to me. However, my poem reflects the very human healing of this with the struggle intact until that final moment.
The image came from a google search gallery. I hope that my poem is a fitting entry for my acceptance of the Liebster 2014 Blogger Award that I received from Barbara.
Thankfully, I display these awards.
It is my great pleasure to share them.
I am working on a nomination for the 2014 Liebster Blogger Award of April 14.
My awards page is here.
Amen. I add only, this is often meant to be an agreement — I agree that God is of Love and His gradual revelation to us is one of peace and gifting to us his Holy Spirit of love and peace. If you haven’t visited Shannon’s ‘Revelations in Writing” I hope that you do. You’ll love her poems, images, and prayers; I’m sure. .
Blessings.
~ Eric
“For God is not a God of disorder but of peace.” – (I Corinthians 14:33)
Though this verse is given as instruction in the context for holding worship services in the church, if we are living our lives as an ongoing act of worship before Him, I imagine that the same principles are meant to be applied throughout our daily walk with Him. When we exercise the gifts that the Holy Spirit has given, we are meant to do so in harmony with one another. Chaos should not reign, for God is not given the opportunity to work among us as He intended, when the world we operate in is a constant whirlwind. When we slow down enough to allow His peace to reign, it permeates our perimeters and is passed on to those around us.
After one of my busiest weeks of the year so far, this is a timely…
Capture my thoughts Lord,
free me in the truth
let me follow Thy Word
as in the days of my youth.
With childlike faith,
take into custody my mind
keep me close to You
so Your ways I can find.
Control and restrain me,
release me not from Thy hold
may my heart for You
not turn luke-warm or cold.
Let me not be disillusioned,
by the wisdom of man
seize upon my belief
show me Your perfect plan.
Capture my thoughts Lord,
be in complete control
I give to You my life . . .
let not man conquer my soul!
~~~~~~~~~~~~
2 Corinthians 10:5 King James Version
“Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;”
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness, and knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is,
undivided and space-less?
But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons, And let today embrace the past with remembrance, and the future with longing.
from
Full Of Roses Inspirationals:
Christian inspirational photography and poetry
.
I awoke this morning to the birds singing
I went outside, there was a sense of well being The air was so fresh, a calm breeze blew across my face
It was so quiet, as if everyone was sleeping
I found peace and joy in my heart As if the world had stopped just for a moment
The longing in my heart to draw near to You I closed my eyes and pictured You in my head
The flowers in the garden began to bloom
The trees filled with the shiniest fruit The grass grew seven shades greener
The grape vines that never produce were full
A rainbow had criss-crossed another rainbow across the sky It was most beautiful
A stream came rushing through my feet Fish with wings jumping over me
The sky a shade of blue I had never seen before
A Man in white came walking towards me with a gleam in his eye I have never seen Your face, but I knew it was You
Lord please don’t make me leave this place
He spoke to my heart with a smile on His face I realized there was still more to be saved With a tear in my eye, I smiled
He knew my love for Him Keeping all in my heart of that day I will seek all that You lead me to
.
.
.
Isaiah 65:17
See, I will create new heavens and a new earth.
The former things will not be remembered, nor will they come to mind.
.
We are to practice seeing this.
I think that Heaven dawns as consciousness joins God, a place where He is all at once all that is… in a moment that is forever… a place that is like no-place; a truly God place; a place where we love wonderfully satisfyingly, deliciously; and where finally all knowing is all known by all beings in God. I believe, God is Heaven. I do.
Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi Balkhi was a 13th century Muslim Sufi saint. His message of Love is being discovered all around the world. Rumi wrote a few books including Masnavi. He is best known for his poems. The main theme is Love of Allah, love humanity, nature and everything good. There is great wisdom in his poetry and his message of Love is for all people.
.
.
You come to us from another world
From beyond the stars and void of space. Transcendent, Pure, of unimaginable beauty, Bringing with you the essence of love.
You transform all who are touched by you. Mundane concerns, troubles, and sorrows dissolve in your presence, bringing joy to ruler and ruled.
To peasant and king You bewilder us with your grace. All evils transform into goodness. You are the master alchemist.
You light the fire of love in earth and sky in heart and soul of every being. Through your love existence and nonexistence merge.
All opposites unite. All that is profane becomes sacred again.
The Dark Night of the Soul St. John of the Cross Translated by Shinzen Young
.
On a dark night, On fire with longing for love, Oh happy venture! I left, unseen, My house being still…at last.
In darkness, and safe,
By the secret stairway,
in disguise,
Oh happy venture!
In darkness and concealed,
My house being still…at last.
Into the happy night,
In secret, for no one saw me
And neither did I see anything,
Without light or guide,
Other than that which burned in my heart.
And this guided me,
More surely than the light of noon,
To where He awaited
One well known to me
In a place where no one would appear.
O night that guides!
O night more lovely than the light of dawn!
O night that unites
The lover with the beloved,
And transforms the lover into the Beloved!
On my flowering breast,
Which I reserved entirely for
Him alone,
There He dwelt, and slept
And I caressed Him,
And the cedars fanned us with their breeze.
The breeze blew over the castle wall and
As I ran my fingers through
His hair, With His gentle hand
He pinched my neck,
And suspended all my senses.
Thus I stayed, and forgot myself,
Resting my face upon the Beloved;
Everything stopped, and I was set free,
Leaving my care behind
Forgotten, among the lilies.
.
.
I did not know that Mother Teresa struggled greatly The Dark Night of the Soul.
Apparently, she even stirred some controversies and as I’ve been researching, I find that her teachings and struggle were very human.
I am not Catholic, however, I choose to convey the humanity of Mother Teresa’s struggles, with this documentary from a Catholic priest, Father Paul Murray.
forward to 4 minutes
Program description
The speech begins at 4 minutes; Here, from reflections in his book, I Loved Jesus in the Night, Father Paul Murray provides a compelling account of meetings with Mother Teresa, the saint of Calcutta. Sharing anecdotes and first-hand experiences, Fr. Murray offers a glimpse into why Mother Teresa could declare, in one of her letters, that if ever she were to “become a saint,” she would surely be one of “darkness.” This personal powerful presentation aims to come to terms with the dark night experiences endured by Mother Teresa in the light of the Gospel and the mystical teachings of St John of the Cross and something else as well… revelations of Mother Teresa’s sense of humor!
This one is dedicated to my friends sharing about the pains and joys in their recovery.
Program Description
Having pain is not fun, but sometimes when it lasts for a long time and after you get used to it, you feel different about it. I guess our brains start releasing some hormones and our perception of pain changes.
“Whatever happens, just keep smiling and lose yourself in Love.”
~ Rumi
.
Lost In The Call
Lord, said David, since you do not need us, why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: O prisoner of time, I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity, and I wished this treasure to be known, so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart; its darkened back, the world; The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face.
Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw? Yet clean away the mud and straw, and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask, it isn’t wine. If you wish your heart to be bright, you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh: You return just as you left. Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold. This Sun doesn’t want a crown or robe from God’s grace. He is a hat to a hundred bald men, a covering for ten who were naked.
Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child! How could a zephyr ride an ass? Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream. Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten. Let the caller and the called disappear; be lost in the Call.
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England’s green and pleasant land.
.
.
“Jerusalem” is a rallying call to the people of England — an “English” rather than a “British” poem. The call is to make the country a fit place for the foundation of Heaven on Earth.
.
.
I like the poem and the music.
I don’t really understand it… at all.
I just don’t feel it.
That’s just me I figure.
I love this poem. Love imparts vitality to thought and thus enables it to germinate and we shall reap then the fruit of love. The strength, passion, charity and faith, hope and love – Pistis, Elpis, and Agape… as listed in 1 Corinthians 13:13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for a chance. We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to every querulous man who claims it, and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut; but I find that yet there is time.
.
Endless Time by Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was a Bengali polymath and a renaissance man of his era. He was born in Kolkata, India.
His novels, stories, songs, dance-dramas, and essays have been an epicenter of wisdom. Tagore was the first ever Asian recipient of the Nobel Prize.
.
Beginning with Einstein’s discoveries in the early 1900s, time became a curvature of space-time. It is still a huge discovery. It came from no-place as it seems to Einstein by Gedankenexperiment(“mind” experiments — thought experiments carried out in the mind only). The universe is somehow constructed on subatomic particles that flit in and out of space-time. Watch this short video for some artistic insight:
I read the assignment in his journal entry.
So, I was to journal back.
.
Here are the poems:
1) son the howling forest is frozen cold and snowy just a winter dream
.
2) me expanding spacetime confounds mind’s eye glare races off to nought
.
My son’s assignment entry defined the Haiku as being a lyric poem that is usually about nature in just three lines. The first and third line may have 5 syllabus (moras) and the second has seven.
I took a long walk once and I’m not back yet. I just looked around and I said: “Where am I?”
A voice said to me: “You took a long walk.” I said: “Oh, where am I?” The voice was quiet.
I looked about again. There were trees and birds and bees in fresh air. I took a long breath.
I thought, “Am I lost?” Then it was all good.
I was lost in love. I was on a long walk.
___
I pray the Lord my soul to keep…
I found faith and that took me away from much of the concerns
of where I am. When I say, “I was lost in love”, I do not mean
that I fell in love with a lady.
Eric
the Hunt for Truth 