Posted in Inspire, Poetry

WHAT IS BROKEN IS WHAT GOD BLESSES

The lover’s footprint in the sand

the ten-year-old kid’s bare feet

in the mud picking chili for rich growers,

not those seeking cultural or ethnic roots,

but those whose roots

have been exposed, hacked, dug up and burned

and in those roots

do animals burrow for warmth;

what is broken is blessed,

not the knowledge and empty-shelled wisdom

paraphrased from textbooks,

not the mimicking nor plaques of distinction

nor the ribbons and medals

but after the privileged carriage has passed

the breeze blows traces of wheel ruts away

and on the dust will again be the people’s broken

footprints.

What is broken God blesses,

not the perfectly brick-on-brick prison

but the shattered wall

that announces freedom to the world,

proclaims the irascible spirit of the human

rebelling against lies, against betrayal,

against taking what is not deserved;

the human complaint is what God blesses,

our impoverished dirt roads filled with cripples,

what is broken is baptized,

the irreverent disbeliever,

the addict’s arm seamed with needle marks

is a thread line of a blanket

frayed and bare from keeping the man warm.

We are all broken ornaments,

glinting in our worn-out work gloves,

foreclosed homes, ruined marriages,

from which shimmer our lives in their deepest truths,

blood from the wound,

broken ornaments

when we lost our perfection and honored our imperfect

sentiments, we were blessed.

Broken are the ghettos, barrios, trailer parks where gangs duel to death,

yet through the wretchedness a woman of sixty comes riding her rusty bicycle,

we embrace

we bury in our hearts,

broken ornaments, accused, hunted, finding solace and refuge

we work, we worry, we love

but always with compassion

reflecting our blessings

in our brokenness

thrives life, thrives light,

thrives the essence of our strength,

each of us a warm fragment,

broken off from the greater

ornament of the unseen,

then rejoined as dust,

to all this is.

by Jimmy Santiago, 1952.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized

A PSALM OF LIFE

Tell me not, in mournful number,

Life is but an empty dream!”

For the soul is dead that slumber;

And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!

And the grave is not it’s goal;

“Dust thou art, to dust returnest,”

Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end or way;

But to act, that each to- morrow

Finds us farther than to-day.

Art is long and time is fleeting,

And thou our hearts, thou stout and brave;

Still, like muffled drums are beating

Funereal marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of life,

Be not dumb, driven cattle!

Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Act, act in the living Present!

Heart within, and God overhead!

Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,

And, departing, leave behind us

Footprints on the sands of time.

Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing

Learn to labor and to wait.

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted in Inspire

WHO IS A REAL CHRISTIAN?

Philippians 3:3
For we are the circumcision, which worship God in the spirit, and rejoice in Christ Jesus, and have no confidence in the flesh.

Who is a REAL CHRISTIAN? This is a wide topic, I have to admit, believing that by the grace of God and the guidance of the Holy Spirit you will find words that will bring an awakening into your life. Will make you put your life on the weighing scales of the Word and check yourself. Let us judge ourselves lest we be judged.

In a world where, there are so many churches and people seem to have a religious aspic in everything they do. Living lives so organized that one may envy or be influenced by it. On Sundays, people flock and fill the pews in different churches all over the world to sing, pray and more so to listen to the Word. But now, there’s always something astonishing about this, every church has their own doctrine, teachings, systems and order of doing things. And every member of each congregation will stand boldly and claim that their church or their pastor, bishop or priest is right. The truth of the matter is that there’s a lot of confusion in all this.

The wind blows where it listeth;
though cannot tell which way
it come or where it’s going.
So is everyone who is a christian
that’s borned of the Spirit.

Paul wrote in Romans 10: 2 – 4 ; “For I bear them record that they have a zeal of God, but not according to knowledge. For they being ignorant of God’s righteousness, and going about to establish their own righteousness, have not submitted themselves unto the righteousness of God. For Christ is the end of the law for righteousness to everyone that believeth.” Paul was speaking of the Israelites at that time, though now it seems we are falling along the same path hence the critical question… Who is a REAL CHRISTIAN?

Posted in Poetry

DOWN BUT NOT OUT

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Living day after day, till it feels like, we are just surviving.
Holding on, to a string that may give in and we fall down to a bottomless hole.
Seems like, the way down never ends, it goes on and on and on.
Our eyes clear as crystal though we are surrounded by destitution.

Tears have been shed so often a time that,
It seems pointless to continue with such a pitiful act;
Our hearts beating at an accelerated rate as if its on fire yet its so freezing out here.
Our history showing a few victories, but far in between our lowest points.

This challenge before me whose breath seems to dim the sun with it’s fumes…
It raises so many a wounded thoughts that I find hard to endure;
Reliving that day over and over again till I can’t take it no more!
Can I please just teleport to another dimension where am free from my own conscious?

Well, I might be down right now but am not out,
A stubborn spirit you might think I have,
A naive one perhaps to not realizing my predicament.
I believe I know this situation better, for its mine you see?
Say no and I will surely carry on.

Posted in Inspire

SEEKING MENTAL CLARITY

Jesus loved when there was nothing to love, with us so rotten in sin

If He kept on giving to an extent that there seemed nothing was there to give

If He cared for me, a person so lost in this world that has consumed my being

That the wise and prudent deemed profitable that it was best to end this life

The thoughts of men pierced through my conscious

Dug into my heart which was unguarded with effusiveness.

 

Is it mockery that I hear at a distance?

Is it discrimination that I’ve received?

Is it an act that seems to others so just or unjust?

Is it control that words so simple have on me?

That I cry to the One…

Take heart, take courage, take every strength within me!

 

What’s this bitter and heavy feeling that has sunk in me

That chokes the very air that I enjoy in in freedom seems confined away from me

There is no way to please is there?

Every effort made with a clear conscious ends up being discriminated,

the least criticized.

Only to realize later that my sins are as far away from His thoughts…

I don’t know what’s far from yours

 

You are going to keep giving

You are going to keep loving

You are going to keep getting hurt

Because that’s the way life is

Leaning on One whose heart never tires

Whose body is patient to labor on

Whose mind is insatiable of thinking about you.

 

As in a garden, flowers knot their diverse odor to make a more sweet savor

As in music, poets bring diverse strings which cause a more delicate consent

As in art, a painter mixes more colors that bring a magnificent counterfeit

We bring all our imperfections to show the majestic nature of Christ.

Posted in Inspire

DOES ANYBODY KNOW?

Does anybody know that you are a believer? Do the people around you know that what you believe in and the god you serve? If not, then since when did the message become your own personal secret for no one else to know? God did not send a prophet to this generation so that your testimony would become a mystery! We wonder why many among us are falling along the way. Well a lot of Christians are too worried about other people’s opinion that they forget the opinion of God. Too busy trying to save themselves yet God already came and saved us.

When you go to your school and your job can someone tell by your actions that you believe in God? Or they can’t tell the difference between a believer and a non believer; what you believe and how you act? Because you might be the only example they have. We are all called to be living epistles read of all men. And if they cannot tell the difference between your walk and their walk, then they aren’t going to follow the right path for just living your life is a shouting ministry to another.

I don’t know what’s worse: nobody out there knowing that am a believer, or the only people who know am a believer are those who go to the same church as me, being branded a believer by my number of attendance to the church or the life that I truly live majority of the times. We have to understand that people have sacrificed their lives to spread this message of love. Paul considered being in prison a privilege that he did not even for once murmur but saw it as an opportunity to preach to more souls and they got saved. Yet we get the time t be concerned about what other people may think or believe? What if Jesus was more concerned about other people’s opinion? What if he took time to think about what the Pharisees thought of him, than the salvation that he gives?

The gospel tells us that we should be the light of the world, that we should go ye and spread the word. But does the light really illuminate, or does the world dominate? We chose to go with the flow instead of choosing to glow. We would rather fit in the crowd, instead of choosing to stand out. It feels weird to be the odd one out, but we mingle with the unbelievers despite the doubt. A lamp should not be hiding under a bushel, but we often cover our Christianity under a gravel. We are more often than not, we are guilty of not sharing the gospel, we feel like people will dispel, we are too shy to stand with the truth, because we lack the backbone or a true grit.

How will the gospel be spread if we can’t stand and defend it, if we can’t stand but sit. We are the ambassadors of peace, who will propagate this message, to represent the heavenly kingdom, the sinner to have a safe passage. That they may know the Lord and obtain mercy, to be reconciled with the Lord and escape his wrath. But how will they know if they are not told, or shown the way to come to the fold. How will the blind man see the ditch, if someone will not his hand reach? Where will the lost get get redemption, if there is no one to show them towards salvation. The Lord has given us the great commission, but we have chosen to make it the great omission. The lion hath roared, who will not fear? the Lord GOD hath spoken, who can but prophesy?

 

 

Posted in Inspire

CONVERSATION WITH GOD.

Philippians 3:20

For our conversation is in heaven; from whence also we look for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.

There is a journal that I saw for a certain young lady which was back dated to the time she was in high school. It wasn’t fancy at all, her conversations where short and quite simple. It had entries which just captivated me, conversations to God.  It’s human to forget our prayers that when God answers them in His own good time we don’t see it as an answer to one of our prayers. This lady’s accounts remind her of her prayers and knows that God answers them for she remembers. There is so much testimonies that she can give with a clear account that her faith in God is so much stronger each day. A clear account of her short comings and disappointments and the answers given to her of her prayers. There is one day that she specified the exact date when her prayer was answered, February the 22nd.

Here is one of her so many entries.

Dear God,

Lord I am sorry for being busy in my revision that I haven’t written to You, please forgive me.  Sometimes, actually all days, I do mistakes over and over again. My fallen nature always pushing me back to where I started from, that I feel like I can’t do this anymore. I acknowledge the sins that I have committed and please do forgive me.

Lord, so many times I have come to You with a selfish motive in mind to ask you and you have always granted it to me for you are my Father. Today Lord, I request for nothing, I just want to thank You for being there for me when I was high and when I was low, when I was happy and when I was sad, when I was strong and when I was weak. You are faithful to me for always listening to me and doing what is best for me. Importantly, I thank You for entering into my heart and letting this life I live to be Yours and mine. The sweet joy that you brought makes me glow and the peace within is so comforting. Thank you.

I pray through the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Amen.

There so many prayers that God answers that we don’t remember praying for. Just because we do not remember doesn’t mean He isn’t listening. It is important to always remember our conversations with God. I pray to God to always keep us in remembrance.

Posted in Poetry

COURAGE OR COURTESY?

Don’t know which to choose,  courage or courtesy?

Can’t be able to choose,

for one is a resolution without fear,

and the other a liberality above custom.

For as the moon borrows nothing from the sun but light,

I borrow nothing else from you but your strength

 

But to choose is a duty that I have to perform.

A way to determine my destination,  lest I suffer if I conform,

The allure of choice can be tempting nay confusing,

But in the end I have to decide,  even if I keep refusing.

 

It’s a controversy how natural causes, should, work supernatural effects

I cannot by natural reason,

give a reason of the ebbing and flowing of the sea;

which makes me in the depth of my heart,

to cry out to a cause higher than me.

 

I blush to a weakness am not ashamed to confess

Might my words crave pardon  and my counsel credit.

I would discharge the duty of a subject for so I am to God

and the office of a friend for so He says I am.