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Bob Gotti, 18 december 2013

Coexist

Different faiths can surely coexist, but a larger concern is missed,
Men who gather of different belief, to foster man’s temporal relief,
From all that opposition and strife, while living together in this life,
But, this man manufactured peace, shall indeed in due time cease.

A body of men that in a mixture, of many faiths misses the picture,
The larger picture all men will face, when they must leave this place,
The awesome picture of eternity, a picture some choose not to see,
But, all will clearly see my friend, an Eternal Picture that has no end.

Eternity no matter what some feel, for every single soul is truly real,
Ignoring eternity to simply coexist, creates not, truth you can resist,
As this present age is dwarfed by, Eternity, in both scope and time,
A time ahead that will never cease, but many shall not see its peace.

The only true peace on earth’s sod, comes from The Only True God,
The only peace provided on the earth, which is also of eternal worth,
A peace that Christ issues here, which extends to the eternal sphere,
That peace which you will only see, if you know The God of Eternity.

Apart from God’s Truth, all will learn, their peace was not of concern,
This as they take in their last breath, only to experience eternal death;
However, God sent His Only Son, down into this world, for everyone,
Sending His Eternal Son, Jesus Christ, so all could have Eternal Life.

(Copyright ©11/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 18 december 2013

Disciples Commissioned

We’ve been sent on a mission, to fulfill the Great Commission,
It is to share God’s Revelation; of our Lord’s work of salvation,
God’s Truth, revealed in Christ, Truth that offers all Eternal Life,
A work, finished by Christ Jesus, with only faith required by us;
We’re sent to help others believe, so New Life they can receive.

God passed the witness to men, who, in Christ, are Born Again,
Starting with Apostles of Christ; those who lived during His life,
With a message of God’s Kingdom, citing near was God’s Son,
With His Message of Salvation, to Israel, God’s chosen Nation,
The Apostles the foundation alone, with Christ The Cornerstone.

They are the foundation for us, disciples today, of Christ Jesus,
Sent with Good News of Christ, who was for us God’s Sacrifice,
Paying for all men, sin’s penalty, so we could have life eternally,
We have God’s message to herald, now, to today’s entire world,
That Good News of Salvation, first to Israel then to every nation.

The Apostles for us, set the stage, as God for all turned a page,
Opening for all, this Age of Grace, still coming to Christ by faith,
Sent by God, this day and hour, in Christ’s Authority and Power,
To be Christ’s witness, to all men, that they must be Born Again,
To enter into Eternal Life, with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

(Copyright ©11/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 18 december 2013

Clueless

How clueless many can be, as they ignore the God of eternity,
Not only about things to come, but clueless about God’s Son,
They may even profess Christ, yet God doesn’t guide their life,
Not only is God not their lead, but, His Word, they do not read.

Many today walk without The Lord, as a spiritual life is ignored,
An aspect in the life of everyone, even if they dismiss the Son,
While clueless remains the walk, of even men, who talk the talk,
About God they say they know, Who, in their life doesn’t show.

About spiritual life you can say, many walk on the broader way,
Many walk about life cluelessly, even while living life religiously,
This, without a true knowledge of, Christ, Who reigns up above,
The One, which every eye will see, before they step into eternity.

Many truly walk about clueless, while life for them is hit or miss,
Not knowing what their future holds, as this present life unfolds,
With no thought beyond this life, and no interest in Jesus Christ,
Embracing a religious affiliation; not concerned about Salvation.

But, Jesus Christ clues those in, when God’s Spirit dwells within,
Souls acknowledging the Creator, who embrace Christ as Savior,
No longer roaming about aimlessly, now upon a road to Eternity,
Being led every day by Jesus Christ, on their way to Eternal Life.

(Copyright ©11/2011 Bob Gotti)

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Ailill, 18 december 2013

Feasting Eyes

Through an open window
these eyes behold
pinches of wisdom
sprinkled on a poem.

Rewinding the road
separating work from home,
it's settings betwixt and between.
Rehearsing for the stage,
I turned into a dream,
reflecting:

'an image is not easy to create,
but once made, difficult to break,
effecting our roles, what to uphold,
what we let go.'

Coming home,
thoughts of being alone,
turned off the radio, t.v.
and the telephone.

No expectations,
trials or tribulations,

Just me on me,
Deprogramming.

Like a saxophone player who missed his cues,
turning jazz into the blues,

yesterday,
the rain clouds were overburdened,
little cause for celebration.

Teardrops
invoked shockwave echoes
rolling out of the singing bowl
of the cosmos:

'Our thoughts create a spell,
sending our minds spiraling
on a journey to either
heaven or hell.'

Waking up on the other side of the rainbow,
like Chuang Tsu's butterfly, I no longer knew,
was I the midwife? The leavening of the bread?
The coffee roll down at the local Greasy Spoon?

Or Deja Vu, am I you?

These feasting eyes peering through
an open window,
forgetting again
what they once knew.

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Ailill, 18 december 2013

Transformation

Transformation is in the air,
celebrated everywhere,
written in human history,
in every mythology
an ancient theme that we all share,

In this season, as we prepare
For a day that has been declared
A holiday, remember the key:
Transformation

Spirituality when compared
promotes this common prayer,
contemplating the Christmas tree
a mystery, its meaning holy,
this time, let us be aware, it bears:
transformation

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Ailill, 18 december 2013

Wrong

Who was wrong?
We both were wrong.
Me, with my lies;
And You,
with that
glare of false pride
A-glazing your eyes.

Now,
These scars,
Hidden within
our hearts.

Can they be forgiven?

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Devon McElveen, 17 december 2013

Childhood Dreams

I was once a child,
A phrase all of us may say.
As children we dream,
Dream as high as the sky is blue.

We dreamed plenty,
Every night was magical.
Dark nights of wonder.
Hopes to make these dreams come true.

As time passed,
Our dreams soon faded away.
Those thoughts in our minds
Disappeared as we all grew.

These new nights of sleep
Seem to feel so much more empty.
Blankness clouds our minds.
Where are those dreams that we once knew?

We used to aim so high
Always aiming for the stars.
Now our aim is off
What could be obscuring our view?

Should we make a change?
Awaken the child within?
Let the child run free
So that we can dream anew.

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Gert Strydom, 17 december 2013

At times it feels as if all beacons are gone

Every night
the same stars shine above us
and the night brings darkness
that does separate

and at times it feels as if all beacons are gone
but on every new morning
we do again see the light of the sun
and it turns that which is between us
to days of hope
when together we walk life’s road of love.

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Satish Verma, 17 december 2013

GRAY HANDS

It is neither end nor beginning, I am
still suspended between punishments, primrose
gives one answer, hollyhock another, I
catch the moon in flight to west and
enter a sand grain to probe the universe

for the sexual selection of a terror bomb,

harbinger of mass destruction, give me some
asparagus to uproot the cancer for the sake
of a humane evolution: bougainvilleas are

not blooming and in twilight I wait for the two
eyes of a panther which start blazing in a dark cave,
she was expecting to deliver her first progeny
of gentle cubs

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 16 december 2013

As a believing human being

As a believing human being
I want to daily trod
in the shadow of the omnipotent God
and find Him in every beautiful thing.

In a world where the darkness brings doubt
like a mere child I want to hope and trust
that our existence goes much further than just chance and dust
that a superior eternal love continually drives the darkness out,

that all of the planets and stars in the sky
are beacons of the eternal everlasting King,
that a superior being created everything,
even that which is unseen by the naked eye.

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Coexist

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Feasting Eyes

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At times it feels as if all beacons are gone

GRAY HANDS

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