Marching On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina (5)

Marching On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina (5) https://allpoetry.com/poem/16981876-Marching-On.-.-.-21st-Century-Love-During-a-Time-of-Violence--Way-by-Seah-Ray When I Woke Up (contest Dreaming of God - Ujjal Mandal) https://allpoetry.com/story/16917260-When-I-Woke-Up--contest-Dreaming-of-God---Ujjal-Mandal--by-Seah-Ray Glorious sunlight displayed since upped shades didn't wake me this day. Thunder played; lightning lit my room; rain pummeled my window pane. Reflected back-- me lying abed; blanketed. On my table a cup streamed deliciousness. Tempted me to sip. Whipped cream, its top tipped. "Ah! Someone does care," I thankfully quip. *** Kim watched her daughter's slow gait up the back wooden kitchen stairs her own personal emotions to painfully navigate. Kim knew too of a love grown cold. She existed through a war pleasuring soldiers for survival. Yes, her youthful body along with those older too who were raped, bought, or sold-- 'Comfort women'. Not to 'Have and to hold'. So mothers and daughters grew bolder than bold towards a lust driven terribly through-in-through. With many a sordid story to go best forever 'untold'... Kim held pictures of aunts, nieces, even uncles and friends she'd eventually left behind to find asylum for her own life to defend. There in Brazil she resettled with like kind though anger and hatred fed her heart, head, and mind. But, now here in Atlanta with daughter near at hand and multi-cultures inhabiting this 'promised' free land she'd found security in a brotherhood global. Where actions elevated are pursued. Divine. Righteous. And noble... Sadly it took James, her husband's death as mankind's collective horrendous treacherous theft to rock her to her senses. Made her toss aside divisive defenses to allow hands and shoulders to bond and mend. Tearing down nationalistic fences after a long bout with another anger which left Kim curled into a tight little ball in a cracked leather armchair left empty in his library located right down a narrow dark hall. Exhausted. And completely bereft. Upon a caring Creator Kim gladly learned she could always any time call: "Show me favor, O God, according to your loyal love. Blot out my transgressions according to your great mercy. Thoroughly wash me from my error, And cleanse me from my sin. For I am well-aware of my transgressions, And my sin is always before me. Against you—you above all—I have sinned; What is bad in your eyes I have done. Therefore, you are righteous when you speak, You are right in your judgment. Look! I was born guilty of error, And my mother conceived me in sin. Look! You find pleasure in truth in the inner person; Teach my innermost self true wisdom. Purify me from my sin with hyssop, so that I will be clean; Wash me, so that I will be whiter than snow. Let me hear sounds of joy and rejoicing, So that the bones you crushed will rejoice. Turn your face away from my sins, And wipe away all my errors. Create in me a pure heart, O God, And put within me a new spirit, a steadfast one. Do not cast me out from your presence; And do not take your holy spirit away from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation; Stir within me a willingness to obey you. I will teach transgressors your ways, So that sinners will return to you. Save me from bloodguilt, O God, the God of my salvation, So that my tongue may joyfully declare your righteousness. O Jehovah, open my lips, So that my mouth may declare your praise. For you do not want a sacrifice—otherwise I would give it; You do not find delight in a whole burnt offering. The sacrifices pleasing to God are a broken spirit; A heart broken and crushed, O God, you will not reject." Ps. 51:1-17... To Be Cont'd. https://allpoetry.com/story/16960929--Welcome-One-Another--by-Seah-Ray "Welcome one another, just as the Christ also welcomed you, with glory to God in view." Rom. 15:7. *** Each individual flower a beauty seen whether felt as baby's breathe placed as a lovely filler between or center staged roses, tulips, peace lilies.. A sigh from a loveliness expelled because of a 'collective' lovely scent sent into the world sighted then inhaled by bodies bent over or crawling from power's spent. Caused: Appreciative eyes to gleam with unshed/shed tears down cheeks to stream since your unity on this globe of divisiveness excels This vision of 'togetherness' is meant to propel others to exert strenuous effort to beauteously insert themselves into this gracious precious space where each flower is 'watered' by God's Word and His 'spirit' prayed for graces everyone. Impelled by a loving 'brotherhood' already living 'Luther's' dream... *** Welcome to Jah's 'family'! Keep yourselves in the race!. Expend all efforts to keep your space. Eternity can become your possession if treated as such--a Divine 'Gift'. Not just as a disposable opportunity to squander. Your precious days to become as only a little time Lent... *** "But those hoping in Jehovah will regain power. They will soar on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary; They will walk and not tire out.” Isa 40:31.

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