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Deborah-Leigh:
I dedicate the following poem to the founder and everyone here on this forum.
I composed this poem on 16.10.1986. I dedicate it for the first time. All my poetry that has remained on record was acknowledged in a National competition. The last poem that I have on record was written in 1994. I was not a prolific or qualified writer, just a wounded one...
The reason I dedicate the following poem here, is because in the final sentence of this poem as I was reading it again, it reminded me of all of YOU…of the wisdom aglow through your posts here and every teaching that appears on Bilble-Truths.. “speakers speaking in full glow with words of wisdom he’s come to know”.
THE MOTH
In eyes so spoken in speech so rare
Are spoken words no words could dare
Like lamp and moth to task they take
See light and dark no eye can fake.
But if a moth and light by night are severed
The soul of Man cannot be measured
For blind to light an eye ill taught
And danger to folly this soul is wrought
No courtly gesture or posture to bear
the light of words that eyes do share
the glint and gleam of light aglow
in eyes that show the light they know.
Or for this purpose beyond the screen
Or eyes that cancel every dream
And shut the open eye may seem
If stolen to darkness and darkness it preen
Not words in which we fare
Nor grievous feeling we can bare
in clashing swords with words and more
combining wrath to even score.
Combining of minds and brushing astray
The task of words to battle say
In burning eye that speaks more brittle
Gesticulating hand doth say so little.
The moth that flies around the glow
With fluttering wings more words doth show
Her love of light in anguished flight
Can burn her wings and words alight
So what this playwright fights to say
In less than moth to light obey
A dimmer mind flutters not by lamp
But rests in darkness where no words camp.
Like man a moth in fluttering light
Puts humming of words to the soul of her flight
Not seeking ovation or to splendour enthral
To make of her journey the light to tell all.
So held by a flame reflected in eye
Each one a moth with memory shy
Catching each moment in time like light so divine
Using only but words the light to enshrine.
For light in emotion and noiseless commotion
Not seeking applause knows real devotion
Alone in her flight in bright of the night
Lit by endeavour her only leisure
Hypocrisy we deem is not we dream
Where man speaking to preen his self and esteem
To bring audience applause to make his delight
Shows lesser a soul than a moth in flight.
He who speaks knowing fear
Does normally participate words more dear
For pride he doesn’t fill his purpose
Like applause for a moth he knows is worthless.
This lesson we all can learn
To still a tongue doth make one burn
But nearer patience with this we grow
The nearer the flame we come to know.
For outward folly of word and eye
Is nowhere matched by light we spy
Of speaker speaking in full glow
With words of wisdom he’s come to know
Arcturus :)...in l-o-n-g training :D
Deborah-Leigh:
HEALTH AND WEALTH
Does worry bring my bread?
“Not so!” a voice it said
“For bread to worry is not wed
and in your bed you should never dread.”
Then what will then be left and read?
“That you did dread within your bed?
or better said that in the day
you battled each plan to have YOUR WAY?
The Lilies are fairer – “so it is writ”
-but NOT of the one who thought they could sit
and in between the idiom lies
“the one who DIDN’T sit to find time to despise”
What Lilies do conceal
- reason does reveal
“and even THIS POOR
a man knows not more.”
“To Lilies that do bend…”
man lends to a trend!
“to keep up his name
and fame to defend!”
“What know you of a Lilly?”
You’d think it only silly
“To be seen nothing more?….
and to seek NOT TO SCORE?
“In lifes maddened game?”
- and man takes to SHAME…
- “If he is to blame.”
To contrive to deny…
“That man seeks wealth before health?”-
AND couples the two
As he would lace his shoe!
“On which foot does it fit?”
On the man who would sit
“and bend to his need?
-and say its not greed!”
And so in his sitting
“He knows he’s not quitting”
- and neither does he smite
- “the lilly that is white?”
“But neither does he walk….”
- and neither does he fight!
“And neither does he take time
in God’s grace delight.”
But bent in endeavour…
“He craves for his pleasure.”-
and uses his leasure to measure
“not sever the illusion of his mind that says..
YES! Be kind! And do it this way! And..
“Have it TODAY!”
“And so this shoe he doesn’t lace”
bent in his haste….
“and his disgrace.”
And even though a God he knew
...he finds more truth in his lace and shoe”
27.2.1994
Romans 1 : 20 For ever since the creation of the world His invisible nature and attributes, that is His eternal power and divinitgy, have been made intelligible and clearly discernible in and through the things that have been made, His handiwords. So men are without excurse, altogether without any defense or justification.
Psalm 37 : 1,2,3
Fret not yourself because of evildoers, neither be envious against those who work unrighteousness, that which is not upright or in right standing with God. 2.For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb. 3 Trust, lean on, rely on, and be confident in the Lord and do good; so shall you dwell in the land and feed surely on His faithfulness, and truly you shall be fed.
I hope someone enjoyed this.....
Arcturus :)
Deborah-Leigh:
YES! Sorin! ;D
That WAS GREAT! ;D
Thank you.....Where did you get the one from Ray?.....I have read I'd say 99% of what he has written on Bible-Truths and missed that one! ;D
Arcturus :D
Deborah-Leigh:
Tks :)
....had not read this article by Ray....because I live in Africa and have seen tremedous injustice, hate, war, ignorance, blindness and racial prejudice...
Have now to read and will have to catch up!.'....~Tks
Arcturus :)
Deborah-Leigh:
BLACK CONSCIOUSNESS
Long have my people suffered
Ruddered to such waste
And voting power now to grate
Upon the whip of human hate
Long have my people travelled
Wearied by the throng
Of worked to bone and marrow torn
In ignorance the robe so worn.
Long have my people burdened
The black of skin and simple song
And affluent the social norm
Of white woman’s lot to she is born
Long have my babies cried
In dust and penniless dignity
While glinting cutting sight of white
Cuts narrow strips off black mans bite
Long have my brothers in silence
In mild and blackness child
The lamb that doesn’t speak
The child that is so meek.
Long have my tears burned
Upon sand so hot and banned
The struggle for tomorrow
Born to-day in vote to borrow.
Long has been the wind
That now has turned to face the hurt
That rages now to burn
Not heal, or help, or learn.
Long has been the time
The journey black and white
And march all we do
Straight back into the night.
Long has been the cry
To free, to live or die
And so we continue on
The journey just begun.
WHITE CONSCIOUSNESS
Why don’t they speak
So dumb do they sound
So quiet so numb
From where do they come.
Why don’t they think
So back of beyond
Where our Shakespeare sound
Of such we are found
Why don’t they sing
Could they never compose
Such as Mozart or Bach
From Heavens repose.
Why are they black
Their skins tarnished so
From hell’s kindled foe
Into sorrow they go.
Why can they smile
Such dazzling teeth to show
And eyes filled with love
Never seen from above.
Why can they kill
With screams oh so shrill
When we do so much better
Atom bomb death to fetter.
Why to they huddle
Midst themselves in a muddle
When we stand so proud
Alone in a crowd.
Why do they glide
In a huge human tide
And give birth as do rabbits
In pastureless habits.
Why do they live
Not like us ne’er to be
Why cann’t we be them
Or them just like me.
GOD CONSCIOUSNESS
Long have my people waited
- Why didn’t they come?
Long have my people called
- Why didn’t they answer
To My Love? (14.3.1994)
Isaiah 50 : 2 Why, when I came, was there no man? When I called, why was there no one to answer? Is My hand shortened at all, that it cannot redeem? Or have I no power to deliver? Behold, at My rebuke I dry up the sea. I make the rivers a desert, their fish stink because there is no water, and they die of thrust.
Isaiah 59 : 1 Behold, The Lord’s hand is not shortened at all, that it cannot save, nor His ear dull with deafness, that it cannot hear.
(These two scriptures match up with the Black White and God Consciousness Trilogy that I wrote in 1994. I found this match TODAY, from studying L. Ray Smiths critique of James Kennedy’s sermon titled God is not responsible for the eternal fate of Africans listed on the home page!)
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