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Joe Breunig, 17 september 2015
Poem: Gateway of Hope
God can convert my valley of trouble
into an unstoppable gateway of Hope!
With gladness and joy, I still know
that He gives me strength to cope…
with the issues of the current day.
By the grace of God, I’ve been saved;
therefore, I’ve been set free from
the sin that draws me to the grave
and claims my interim, dust covering.
Quenching the dryness of my existence,
Christ’s grace allowed me to succumb
to the pressure of Faith’s insistence.
My heart was pierced with His Truth,
causing my spirit to gain its sight;
now I’m eternally grateful with joy,
having been brought His direct Light!
Author notes
Inspired by:
Hos 2:15; John 3:16-17; Jer 29:11-13
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 26 july 2012
In Remembrance of Grandma - Poem & Background
Now that people are becoming more aware of my poetic efforts, interests are being expressed regarding the background of my poetry - in addition, to my spiritual muse. In this installment, I share the background and poem "In Remembrance of Grandma".
I recognize that most of you reading this article will not know much about my maternal Grandmother, other than what you're able to glean from this page. However, there are universal lessons that need to be shared. This poem was originally written for her funeral.
For nearly forty years, I was blessed to have known my grandparents; blessed - because many people don't have the opportunity to know their family history personally from those who came before them. Within about one decade, mine were all gone - with my maternal grandmother being the last one to die. Of the four of them, I had spent the most time with her. My grandmother had moved to Portland, Maine; this came about as the result of two significant events in her life. First, her husband Al Massa died unexpectedly; second, her oldest daughter (and my mom) had gone through a divorce. So they decided to purchase a home jointly and move on with their lives. Also living with them was my aunt Tina, my mother's younger sister.
My grandmother was an intelligent woman; she was one of those people who completed the New York Times crossword puzzles - in ink and usually in under an hour. And she grew some of the most beautiful roses in her tiny backyard. It was wonderful to see the joy in her eyes when it came to her flowers. The problem was that she was heart-broken when Al passed away; for decades they would go dancing at night, just to hold one another more often. With him gone, she stopped living for herself. Less than a year from his retirement, her husband died on the picket line at work. Although I can only imagine her grief, it was difficult to see the affects of this tragedy slowly eat away at her soul. She rarely left her home, with the exception of going to Church, the grocery store or some of the neighbors' homes a few times during the month. She and Al were to go to Hawaii for a second honeymoon, but she could not bear to go there without him. In The Word, we are essentially reminded that "people without vision perish" (and yes, I know that there are variations of interpretation of this concept). Despite our ability to absorb pain, we must learn to move forward in life and not let the pain consume us.
For many years, she smoked cigarettes and was unwilling to give them up. She did so eventually; my mother moved out of their house, Tina got married; she and her husband lived with my grandma. Tina and husband Greg started their own family, raising three boys - thus giving her the incentive to quit. As most everyone knows, smoking increases one's risk of having cancer. My family were under the impression that she had managed to escape the misery of that disease. Less than two weeks from her death was when most of the family learned that she had contracted cancer and emphysema.
Although I understand and appreciate the need for privacy, it was selfish of my grandmother not to share the condition of her health. Her justification for not telling anyone, was that she had decided not to go through with the cancer treatment. By not telling us, she figured that no one would be given the opportunity to dissuade her from her decision. After all, it was her decision (and rightfully so). Before she died, Tina started quickly gathering information about cancer - to better learn about what to expect regarding the few remaining days of her mother's life. One cancer brochure shocked her; as a result of reading the material, she was now having to deal with guilt. This particular pamphlet laid out symptoms and patterns of human behavior of those suffering from this fatal disease - stuff that Tina had observed, but never realized the meaning of until it was too late. So in effect, my grandmother caused her family more pain by not sharing. In addition, not everyone who cared about her, had enough time to say good-bye (while she was alive).
Although I had time to compose this brief poem in her honor, I did not have enough time to process my grandmother's death fully (prior to the service). I was supposed to read the following poem and share a few words. To my surprise, I was choked up with immense grief, which kept me from delivering my eulogy; my wife kindly stepped in and presented the poem. One of my brothers was extremely upset for my inability to talk on behalf of my grandmother; so he spoke on my family's behalf. It's one of my few regrets in life; however, she was the only grandparent of mine that got to read my poetry manuscript. Less than two months before her death, she had taken time read my poetry and was pleasantly pleased with my efforts. During her appraisal of my work was the first time I learned that she wrote poetry - as of today, I've never gotten to read a line of poetry that she wrote. So it breaks my heart not to know what she composed, as well as not being able to share any more of my writing with her. And so here is my tribute for her...
In Remembrance of Grandma
A manicured garden
of colored, cultured roses
now goes untended.
For Marguerite has been freed
of all mortal constraint;
left behind
is a silver trowel
and dancing shoes,
as her spirit flies
to the Hawaiian shore
for pirouetting barefoot
on the seashell sand.
Goodbye Grandma Massa; I miss you already.
(18 June 2006)
Joe Breunig, 5 february 2014
Poem: Costly Signal
Regarding the absolute authority of God,
it’s crazy, silly and futile to rebel;
know that everyone will ultimately bow,
before His throne or the gates of Hell.
Foolishness of God exceeds Mankind’s wisdom;
hidden are the keys of His profound mystery.
We are inspired with awe without intimidation,
knowing that He was crucified upon that Tree.
Acknowledge His deeds, since He loved us first;
worship Him now; His precepts we’re to observe.
Bask unashamedly in the Presence of His Spirit;
know that we have been chosen to ultimately serve.
The sacred megastructure of God’s Kingdom
is a divine threshold of evolving complexity,
that presses us to aspire towards greatness,
though we may be unable to perceive or see…
the plans and purpose He has envisioned for us.
Know without doubt that His plans are intentional!
He sustains His ongoing power through humility;
it’s time we worship Him; discern His… costly signal.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
2 Tim 3:16; 2 Cor 2:14; Matt 27:27-54; Eph 1:20-23;
1 John 2:5, 4:13; Jer 29:11; 1 John 4:7-21; Rom 12:1-2
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 9 july 2015
Poem: Shadows of Shame
Shadows of shame, exist in darkness,
but are not concealed from my God.
Ungodly behaviors can never be hidden,
from Him, Who is omnipotent, omniscient
and omnipresent; Truth can’t be overridden.
Shadows of shame, are easily dispersed
by Jehovah’s piercing Light of Truth;
when looking to Him for assistance,
one’s face will become radiant with joy
from acting with loyalty and persistence.
Shadows of shame, contradict God’s desire
for us to operate with spiritual transparency.
Begin a new work in us today and everyday;
Consume the darkness of sin within us now,
since You O Lord, are the Light, Truth and Way!
Author Notes
Inspired by:
Psa 34; John 14:6
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 2 november 2011
Poem: For Upon My Head, Nothing Gold Can Stay
Standing at the threshold
of Death's ultimate door,
my last gasp escapes me...
As I've never experienced before.
Into the Heavenly realm
I ascend in wonderment,
now housed in an incorruptible body
and thankful that from sin I did repent.
Standing in God's throne room
freed of all Earthly flesh,
my spiritual essence is energized
and feeling fully refreshed.
Now gathered unto my Savior,
unencumbered reality is more than it seems;
for to be in His Presence
is my accomplished dream.
Having been given my kingly reward,
in these times of everlasting days,
willfully I set my crown at His feet.
For upon my head, nothing gold can stay.
Author Note:
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Joe Breunig, 26 september 2013
Poem: Spiritual Secret (Broken Vessel)
With the inherent power of divine words,
I can wield spiritual swords of strength.
Although His presence can reside within me,
I must recognize His plan and truly see…
how I must conduct myself on a daily basis.
Moving forward with Faith in Christ Jesus,
I’m able to conquer all earthly circumstances
and rejoice in victory with my Lord of the Dance.
Overcoming fleshly struggles and fiery trials,
is but one aspect of the frail, human condition.
Utilizing my talents on behalf of the Kingdom’s focus,
I truly can fully recognize and fulfill my purpose.
The desire of God is to draw people unto Himself.
While remaining a yielded, humble and broken vessel,
the sacred essence of Christ in me adequately shines,
to reach hurting individuals… with His Light Divine.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
John 8:12, 12:32, 15:4-7; 1 John 1:5; Jer 31:13; Eccl 3:4;
Phil 3:8, 4:13; 2 Cor 5:17; Gal 2:20; Rom 8:9-10, 37
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 30 july 2016
Poem: This Broken Road
I had been sadly blinded
by my sinful misery,
listening to Life pass by;
Would I, be able to see
the Love that You had bestowed?
I’m stuck on this broken road;
restore my vision today,
as my purpose has been slowed.
I was like Bartimaeus,
waiting for Christ to find me;
unto Him, I cried and called;
He lovingly met my plea.
He greeted me where I was,
shunned by the neighborhood crowd;
transfixed, I stood before Him,
with my spirit, humbly bowed.
With gentleness He then spoke:
“Son, what’s your heart’s desire?”
When I quickly answered Him,
my spirit caught Faith’s fire!
Surprised, I rose to my feet,
as my sight was now restored;
astonished, with thanksgiving,
I embraced and praised… my Lord!
Today, I’m walking by Faith
even when I can’t see it;
traveling this broken road,
prepared Your great will for me.
Teach me Lord, Your Holy Writ
and to live with renewed Faith!
Knowing that Your Grace has flowed;
please lift me up, from my knees!
Author notes
Inspired by:
Mark 10:46-52
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 9 december 2016
Poem: A Clearer View
Without the experienced sadness
of our soul, we would seldom
appreciate the fullness of joy;
when overcoming Life’s bedlam
and its numerous complexities,
our ability to possess vision
and real, practical solutions
come as our personal decisions
to willingly trust in The Lord,
are divinely realized. One day,
a clearer view or perspective
will be spiritually conveyed
to us, under the abundant grace
of God, as we seek… His face.
Author notes
Inspired by:
1 Chr 16:11; Psa 105:4 and
Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by
our tears once in a while so that we can
see life with a clearer view again.
-Jinky Morrison
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 19 may 2017
Poem: Spiritual Abstractions
People are funny creatures, who seem
unsure about the poetry, that I compose;
their lack of understanding implies that
my poems are nothing, but a series of…
spiritual abstractions. Unable to gleam
the enduring Truth of Yahweh, with eyes
of Faith, they ignorantly dismiss claims
of what God has done in Love… for them!
Without Christians demonstrating how to
live properly, their spirits won’t rise
up and see the need for a relationship
with Christ; if we’re not enjoying some
personal victories ourselves, then our
effectiveness is… obviously diminished.
We should be content, bound in fellowship
with Christ and energetically living out
our Faith! Moral regulations don’t draw
people to God; however, His joy within
us does; let our Faith be strong, vibrant
and visible, whereby people shed doubts…
of Who, God is and why He’s worthy of praise.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Eze 12:2
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 20 december 2012
Poem: The Manger Is Still Empty
Long ago, a Savior was born
and hidden within a humble birth;
covered with the cloak of humanity,
His presence impacted this earth.
Although we remember His birthday,
know that Christ is no longer a child;
He stopped being an infant, who was…
helpless, quiet, tender and mild.
He grew in strength and wisdom;
He demonstrated His holy authority;
He lived as He divinely taught;
He set the example, for you and me.
He gave of Himself completely
and paid the ultimate sacrifice.
He embodied God’s covenant of love;
His actions were timely and precise.
After suffering the shame of crucifixion,
He was briefly buried in a rock-hewn tomb;
three days later, He triumphantly exited
with a glorified body from Resurrection’s womb.
Today He lives and sovereignly rules;
so people of faith, it’s time to agree
that we must continue to live Godly lives,
seeing that… the manger is still empty!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 1:18-2:15, 27:46-54; Acts 2:22-24; Heb 7:25;
1 John 2:1-2; Rom 8:34
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 15 march 2012
Poem: New Age Spirituality
Why settle for a counterfeit
when you can have the genuine thing?
For the purpose of "new age" spirituality
is replacing God with the Human Being.
Working from a false assumption
that Man is essentially good,
will lead us down destruction's path
as History has taught us, as it would.
The fight for supremacy
of our human souls
is still being waged by the Devil
under his planetary control.
Humanism has its agenda
that's carefully worked under Satan's scope -
our demise is his goal, but settles
to leave us without any hope.
Author Note:
From my book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3
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Joe Breunig, 2 november 2011
Poem: Enjoy This Season
Withering grass of this season
with your abundance of green,
take advantage of Today -
Contribute to this Earthly scene.
Enjoy your present strength;
ignore worries of the past.
Let the distant failures fade
and let sweeter memories last.
Be true to yourself always,
standing tall and strong.
Focus on your own meadows and...
Learn to hum to Life's song.
Author Note:
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Joe Breunig, 14 february 2013
Poem: Rejoice in Everything!
O Lord, my God and Heavenly King,
my heart continues to rejoice;
for You alone are worthy of praise!
I honor Thee with my poetic voice.
Despite the scars of emotional hurt,
that constantly seek to swallow me up,
I know that You are nearby, having…
sipped from Your sacrificial cup.
Patiently, I wait, shedding anxieties
about my earthly troubles and circumstance.
Joyfully, I petition Thee with prayers,
thankful that You are… Lord of the Dance.
With my heart and upraised hands,
I bask in Your Presence and peace.
Guard my heart and mind with tranquility;
permit my turmoil… to permanently cease.
When I’m focused on whatever is pure,
It’s You - that has my spirit stirring.
Consume my Life with Your essence.
Insure that I… rejoice in everything!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Phil 4:4-9
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 23 february 2012
Poem: If I Were...
If I were...
truly illuminated, what would you see?
Could the brightness of Christ fully shine
and the persona of me disappear?
If I were...
gifted, in other unknown ways.
Would I be able to discover them
or would I choose to deny them anyway?
If I were...
blessed, beyond Earthly needs.
How much of myself would I be willing to share,
besides just money and possessions?
If I were...
eloquent, in my verbose speech.
Would I be able to teach anything
and would anyone want to listen?
If I were...
God, as Satan imagined.
Would I give people choice
and have them risk damnation?
Author Note:
From my book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3
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Joe Breunig, 27 december 2012
Poem: It’s Another Year
Though this winter continues,
the December solstice has gone by;
have you begun your preparations ,
lifting praises towards Heaven’s sky?
For tomorrow is never promised
and there’s work still to be done.
Future opportunities are awaiting,
blessed by The Father and The Son.
Are you on the narrow way,
following your God-given tasks?
If you’re unsure or hesitant,
don't be afraid to just ask.
Are you going to speak with boldness,
overcoming any semblance of fear?
What are you going to accomplish,
seeing that… it’s another year?!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Eccl 3:1-14; Joel 2:12-14
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 31 january 2013
Poem: Temptations
Why is it, that the vilest of temptations
seek to violate my mind, during moments…
of weakness, solitude and prayer time?
Is it not enough that my inner person
has been consumed with the filth of my flesh?
How much longer must I wait for the body
of incorruption that will suit me in eternity?
Though I can’t seem to stop sinning,
is it wrong to want to curb its unwanted flow?
These temptations appeal to my carnality,
but I find their continuing stream tiresome.
Spiritual perfection is an ideal, that cannot…
be achieved in today’s earthly journey.
And yet, to utterly give up and intentionally sin,
will never be an improvement of my fallen condition.
How much training is required to reject ungodliness?
O, Lord, please strengthen my spirit to capture
and discard these thought contaminations…
by making my flesh permanently dead to their allure
and by always drawing me ever closer to You!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Rom 3:23; Tit 2:11-14; Col 3:1-11
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 28 june 2012
Haikus: Exerpt 3 from: Hook, Line & Haiku
Hasta la pasta?
Annoying filament knots
of spaghetti spools.
The squeals of delight
flow from all fishing children
with uncontained joy.
Sounds of spinning spools
always brings me much comfort,
for I’m not at work.
Floating down the stream?
Not a dream, after dropping…
A bag of bobbers.
In early morning
anxious fish are awaiting
the autumn school bells.
Author Note:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2006, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 28 june 2012
Haikus: Exerpt 1 from: Hook, Line & Haiku
Cool flowing waters
cater me with plenty of…
Aquatic playmates.
Smallmouth and largemouth –
Either kind acceptable,
if they are landed.
Get them in the boat!
Fishing stories without proof
are just plain-faced lies.
Imitating bugs?
Fishing is an art form of…
Posing as insects.
The splashing fishes
are vying for attention
during school’s recess.
Author Note:
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Joe Breunig, 17 january 2013
Poem: Called To Worship II
Give me O Lord, the patience needed,
regarding the daily choices before me;
help me to use Your divine wisdom
in handling all issues of adversity.
Keep me focused on Your priorities,
as I strive to “walk in Love” continually.
Insure that I reach out to those in need,
serving as a humble representative of thee.
With joyous anticipation and expectation,
I happily receive Your new mercies this day;
praises to You Lord, I boastfully sing, since…
Your everlasting Love is flowing my way.
Thank You for Your daily Words of encouragement,
as I faithfully yearn to fulfill my poetic role;
please accept my obedience as an act of worship;
for You alone Lord, are solely in control.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Lam 3:22-24; Deu 30:15-16; 1 Cor 1:26-31; Psa 34
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 19 january 2012
Poem: Prism to our Past
A humbling profession is
Biblical archaeology,
where people are found prostrate -
Searching for glimpses of Man's history.
Forgotten souls and evidence have been
covered by layers of earthly dust,
as recent discoveries now include...
The decoding of Israel's "Exodus".
An eclectic collection of artifacts
of the "Hyksos Expulsion" have been laid bare
by Simcha, the "Naked Archaeologist",
on TV's "The History Channel" everywhere.
Proposed is a brilliant theory,
that spans a labyrinth of time,
while he employs computer graphics
to capture believers' hearts and minds.
An unending excavation
of God's Truth will forever last,
while we focus our attention
and gaze through... His prism to our past.
Author Notes:
Simcha J., the "Naked Archaeologist", recently released a two-hour video called "Decoding the Exodus".
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Joe Breunig, 28 february 2013
Poem: Contemplating the Lord’s Prayer
O Lord, holy is Your Name!
As one of Your many children,
my inheritance I openly claim.
Willingly I lift my voice in praise,
thankful for Your new mercies
and the warmth of the sun’s rays.
With genuineness of heart
and a simplicity of words,
I desire for Your kick start…
to begin this glorious day,
as I’m covered with blessings,
and faith’s fragrant bouquet!
Forgive me of my ignorance
and lack of spiritual understanding,
when I kneel before Your Presence.
Teach me Lord about true forgiveness;
etch its precepts into my heart;
allow me to remain covered by thy holiness.
Bathe me with divine inspiration,
and cover me with Your Essence,
before I embrace… death’s cremation.
Thanks for meeting my earthly needs;
keep me focused on right priorities
and spreading your Word’s holy seed.
Help me share my poetic story
and touch the lives of others,
until I reach… Heaven’s glory.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 6:9-13
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 3 january 2013
Poem: Joyful, Patient and Faithful
Lord, keep me ever mindful and joyful,
knowing that You are the True source of my hope.
With Your daily mercies, renew my spirit
with a resolute perspective, based on The Word.
Lord, remind me to always be patient,
since my pain pales in comparison to any…
of the afflictions suffered by You
on my behalf during Your crucifixion at Calvary.
Lord, teach me to be faithful in prayer.
I know that my voice will be heard, when I’m…
lovingly covered by Your grace and righteousness.
Let all of my prayers, be pleasing unto Thee.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Rom 12:12; Psa 51:10-12; Isa 53:4; Prov 15:29
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 21 august 2014
Poem: Let Me Touch His Garment
Many doctors had failed to heal her;
her wealth was gone; unable to cope,
seemingly having no options left, she…
faced the idea of being bereft of hope.
A difficult issue of continual bleeding,
had bothered this woman for twelve years;
purposely maneuvering through the crowd,
she hoped to meet Christ, and draw near.
“If only, I could physically touch Him,
my personal need can be forever met.”
Summoning the last of her inner strength,
she pressed onward without any regret.
Her health was dramatically worsening
and drastic action was now required;
since Christ was visibly close by,
perhaps healing she urgently desired
would become available to her this day.
Moving boldly with faith towards Him,
silently reaching out for his garment
with her weakened, slender limb…
she briefly caressed the hem of His robe.
And suddenly- her discomfort was gone!
Without warning, virtue leapt out of Him;
and now He wanted a face to gaze upon.
To everyone’s astonishment, He stopped;
then came the simple, unexpected question:
“Who touched me?” He patiently inquired.
Initially, there was apparent confusion,
from not knowing who, He was addressing.
Scared and embarrassed, she fell face down
at His feet, ready to weep and apologize.
“Rise up my daughter, from the dusty ground;
tell me your life’s story of suffering;
since your faith was successfully released,
My strength has cured you of your agony;
return home with my blessings and peace.”
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Mark 5:24-34
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 14 february 2013
Poem: Transformation
O Lord, I know in my heart,
that I can be truly transformed
from impure and tainted thinking,
when my spirit is daily reborn.
Cleanse my mind, my thoughts
and raise my eyes unto Thee;
alter my vision regarding…
everything that I may see.
Renew in me a fresh heart;
modify my ungodly behavior;
keep me solely focused on the…
permanent work of my Savior!
Spark my being with the Divine;
rekindle my love of Your Word;
rejuvenate the image of my dream;
don’t let my purpose be deterred!
I believe Your holy promises,
for with You, all things can be done!
Complete in me a real transformation,
for I know… it has already begun.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Rom 12:2; Eph 4:17-24
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 9 may 2013
Poem: The Color of YHWH
A new search is ongoing,
with Israeli chemists on a trek;
they seek find the color of God,
which was formerly called tekhelet.
Is its significance a harbinger
of future Messianic times?
Can the rabbis or scientists
decipher this dividing line?
It’s an enigmatic shade of blue
that represents God’s infinity
caught between the color spectrum
of visible light and invisibility.
Some experts believe the source,
(though the origin is unknown),
may be the secretive creatures
of antiquity called… the hillazon.
Based on some vague descriptions,
its body resembles the ocean;
can Levitical trade secrets be exposed
with the clarity of resolution?
This divine azure is a key color,
of the high priest’s holy vestments;
for this serves as a reminder to keep
and honor God’s law and commandments.
Allow the penetrating light of God
to serve as a transforming catalyst;
though this mystery of life is unfinished,
know that faith is not an accident.
Open my eyes Lord, that I may see
the royal blue of Your sea
and observe Your sea of the sky,
that depicts the colored backdrop
of the holy throne belonging to Adonai.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Num 15:38-39 and an episode of the Naked Archaeologist;
as part of the dye making process, direct sunlight is
required and serves as a catalyst to modify the color
pigment at the atomic level.
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 9 may 2013
Poem: Upon this Altar
O my Lord, help me with my request:
Set up Your permanent altar in my life.
Form the foundation of this altar,
with the unhewn rock of my stony heart,
since it represents the many hardships
of lack-luster, life experiences.
Organize these mundane rock fragments,
in a manner that is pleasing to You.
With this personal and secret platform,
I desire to commune with Thee frequently,
for it’s not for religious show or ceremony.
For my heart is still sacred territory,
not to be shared with the vain things,
that keep us needlessly separated.
And lastly Lord, I humbly ask that You
anoint this altar with the consecrated oil
of the Holy Spirit’s presence,
so that my life… remains faithful.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Eze 11:19-20, 36:25-29a; Psa 73:25-26; Prov 23:15
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 25 april 2013
Poem: D’stroy’d!
My desire is to be reflective
of the divine perspective
that highly exalts only Him,
throughout my being and my limbs.
A revelation of Christ’s Truth
is that He’s my fountain of youth.
I’m grafted into His true vine
that overflows with spiritual wine.
For more of Him and less of me
is the way that it needs to be;
O my Lord, please…
allow my faith to be fully employed,
whereby my ego is… d’stroy’d!
I’ve dropped Abraham’s knife
since I’ve got eternal life;
holy blood was previously shed
and I’m bound by His scarlet thread.
From this frail humanity of me
Let my life shine with victory,
for You Lord, keep me on course…
being my strength and true source.
For more of Him and less of me
is the way that it needs to be;
O my Lord, please…
allow my faith to be fully employed,
whereby my ego is… (completely) d’stroy’d!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Acts 17:28
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 20 november 2011
Poem: A Sinner Like Me
Pushing this flesh into alignment,
guided by The Word most holy and pure,
I'm striving to learn principles
for a sanctified life to endure.
My Lord loves me without hesitation
and allowed a part of Himself to die.
He's calling me homeward without reservation;
by His Spirit, to His side, I'll eventually fly.
Knowing I'm a child of His,
during trying times I find true encouragement.
I'm able to lean on His strength
while in search of heavenly ascent.
Stumbling forward with pained progress,
I've chosen to turn myself towards Thee.
On Your path, lit by spiritual Light, I'm hoping...
That You will still forgive... a sinner like me.
Author Note:
From my book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3
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Joe Breunig, 10 april 2014
Poem: In His Hands
Although I’m still clay,
upon God’s pottery wheel,
He continues to mold me.
Fashioned after His image,
He reworks this human vessel
to accomplish what He sees…
in the combination of gifts
that were previously bestowed,
into this elysian creation.
Mirroring Christ’s brokenness,
I can share in His suffering,
from fully embracing Salvation.
Free of the law of sin and death,
my unveiled face radiates His Love,
as I am ‘taking back the land’.
Living under my Savior’s authority,
I am forever grateful and thankful-
to remain permanently in His hands.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 5:1-16
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Joe Breunig, 16 january 2014
Poem: Poiema
Though I strive for real Word quality,
some people still get upset with me,
regarding spiritual constructs I write,
having been offended by Truths I see.
Within the depths of my Christian poetry,
I share faith’s expression and creativity,
seeking a balance of confession and worship,
in understanding how my dear Lord views me.
Since Creation, a complete scope of Humanity,
has been already defined with God’s artistry-
for He breathed life into us, His workmanship,
an earthly, sacred array of divine diversity.
Although a lesser form of His incorporeal epitome,
we are still made after the image of the Trinity;
therefore, live joyously and soulfully, knowing…
that we’re the living embodiment of God’s poetry!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Eph 2:10
The greek word “poeima” can be defined as: that
which has been made a work of the works of God
as creator, i.e., His workmanship.
In addition, we derive the word “poem”.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Latest comments:
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Weronika
Boli bo rektoskop to nie gadżet analny, więc
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Jutro jest niewyrażalne i nie do odgadnięcia.
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violetta
Drzewka do jedzenia:)
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Tak;)
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kb
złotej*
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kontoler żłotej poświaty
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samo życie, każdy swoje brudy ma, lepsze czy
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romantyczny to romantyczny, prawdziwy taki
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ten ketchup to fakt, trzeba przypilnować przy
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interesujący przekaz, jak dla mnie o własnej
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ucieczka z przewidzianym powrotem to też stabilizacja...
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Nie jest niczym podyktowany:)
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