Still God of the night…

Life is easy, when you’re up on the mountain

And you’ve got peace of mind, like you’ve never known

But things change, when you’re down in the valley

Don’t lose faith, for you’re never alone

For the God on the mountain, is the God in the valley

When things go wrong, He’ll make them right

And the God of the good times
Is still God in the bad times

The God of the day is still God in the night

We talk of faith way up on the mountain

Talk comes so easy when life’s at its best

Now down in the valleys, of trials and temptations

That’s where your faith, is really put to the test

For the God on the mountain is the God in the valley

When things go wrong, He’ll make them right

And the God of the good times
Is still God in the bad times

The God of the day, is still God in the night
The God of the day, is still God in the night

– Linda Randle –

And the land had rest from war

 

My Gardener is enthusiastic.

He kills all the weeds in my garden,
Sweating conviction,

In purple droplets,
Muscles wet,

In the midday sun, he
Slaughters them,

My perfect weeds I spent so long cultivating,

Black,

And whites ones,
Jewish and Muslim,

Mayhem.

Now the name of Hebron formerly was Kiriath-arba.
(Arba  was the greatest man among the Anakim.)
And the land had rest from war, 

But-

My gardener has turned into a terrorist, and
My weeds are no longer safe.

-Joshua 14:15-

♦Photo – Gay Israel on Pininterest♦

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Said the Joker to the Thief

 

Don’t make fun of the flower arranger, Ikebana
Is self – discipline, a

Nip here, a
Snip there, and

With fullness of time, and
Passage through life,

Done with the flash of a scissor,

Bone handles,
Glinting,

Scissor flash snip, all gone
Extra weight, things un-needed, flash

Unheeded,
If you stop,

To think about,
It,

You frighten yourself cold,
Frosty, frigid, cold lock-down, too afraid

To make a wrong move, stop –

Don’t laugh at the flower arranger, Ikebana
Is worth learning;

Moving through life with less.

♦Photo – Ikebana – Wikipedia♦

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Shoes

Shoes make the world go round,
Steady shoes,

Come home,
Stilettos,

Come sweet,
Yellow,

High heels,

Carry intention,
Fresh,

Stride,
Aplomb,

Steady,
Sure,

Move,
The man in front, sure

Move the world,
Brogues,

Sure,

You can ask the time,
Leather loafer, certainly

Have my number,

Gazelle in yellow.

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Standing Behind People

 

 

You are the,
Reduction,

Sweet wine, the
Product of every,

Human Being,
Behind you, and

That is all;

Behind every,
Great human, is

God,

Behind every great,
Man, a woman

A woman, a man,
A man, a man and,

A woman, a woman, you
Are the original ancestor,

You.

♦Picture – 500Px♦

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Home – Race in India

The idea of home is so complicated to me; home isn’t here
people look at me like I am from somewhere else.
Where is home?

Writing became an expression of my discomfort
a language
an arrangement of unbroken rage
writing poetry to question
why?
Poetry to reclaim my identity and to be
home
again.

My body is yellow, white, brown and black
Is it my skin that betrays or is it my face?
I am still looking for an answer!

You tell me
How do I respond without making you angry and uncomfortable?
How do I wear a mask that doesn’t even fit me!

Do you feel my pain?
Why can’t you, my fellow Indians respond for me?
I want all of you to speak for us.

What are words if they aren’t realized?
And realization is a distant dream
A dream to be an Indian
and here I am living despite it all
with a language that comforts me
in a language that sounds familiar.

I write to all the younger version of me, you are
already
home.

Even the colour of my dreams scream
Indian
my blood is Indian
my bones are solid Indian
so, I am writing!
I am protesting as I write
I am protesting about being an outsider in my own land.

But, why am I still looking
for something that will define me?
I can’t find my belonging here.
You will often catch me and many of us
searching for it
In the books and in passports
striding
with resilience.

(Written by Ngurang Reena)

Human

Promise,

Yellow and gold and,
Crimson;

Never make a promise.
You cannot keep them.

Never say I’ll keep a secret, you
Cannot.

You’re human.

Have loving thoughts for yourself,
And for others,

Practice loving deeds for yourself,
And for others,

Lilac spider,
Purple sunrise,

Effervescent stone,

Love wherever,
Whomever,

You can.

-♦Photo – John Foot-♦

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God

Did you hear me?
Within the bounds of righteousness, you

May do as you please, I miss you.

Finish and come back to me,
I am always here.

Have fun.
Be happy.

Photo – MoisesGomes – African Women

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another chance at happiness

give me
goodseed
and I’ll plant it by the roadside.

give me water and
I will tend it,
goodseed,
grow it

give me
laughter
and I will turn it,
and live it with goodheart,

and love it in
goodlight,

like softlight
on bone.

-♦Photo – Gottfried Helnwein♦-

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Tambourine

They shot the cheese cake.

High heels,
Eye-liner,

Battle-ship,

Village people,
Purple tortoises

Yelling,

The light of day,
Grey,

The road,
Dim,

Muddy,
Single lane,
Wet,

Pools reflecting torch-light,
Forest in sillouette,

Trees in moonlight,

Going home now,
Finished now,

Homeward bound.

For Betty Valdez-Ogembo

♦♦*photo* – self♦♦

A long journey home

I am not poor.

I am not weighed down.
I am not ugly, fat, inadequate.
Not good enough, not pure enough, not strong enough.

I am rich.
I am free.

I am free.

♦Photo – Persian Blog, Omid♦

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Happiness

Microsoft, Houston,
Com Check,

Com Check!

Challenger and Columbia, are
One and the same thing,

People died on the way up and on the down opening Space,

So do not blame America.
Be better.

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