SHIELD

SHIELD

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Shield

Me with

Your LOVE not

Covered in wood,

leather which FIRE

Can consume. Armor IT

in PURE GOLD. Oil it against

Ruin. Your Skills, flaming missiles from

Enemies, deflect. PROTECT ... my HEART.

Then FAITH in You I will Choose to REFLECT.

Based on: Ephesians 6:14-18.

Shadows

#Shadows

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)


No
Shadowy
#Presence

you are,

though

Often

Shoved

into the
corners

of our

Daily

lives.

HIDDEN,

as if
#deformed,

Yet

#Miracles--

All of them,

YOU

Performed.

Why should you be

Secreted

Away,

#Eclipsed

by puppet masters--

those who
commandeer
the stage,

Play

our

Strings

angrily,
greedily,
possessively,

While

YOU

Lovingly

Waited
Patiently,

Still
Managing our world

Spinning
Perfectly

for inattentive
#Humanity?

So Let There Be Light

Shown

on many

pathways,

For

No
Shadowy
Presence

you are
to remain,

to #FOREVER
maintain

An arena

for fleeting mankind's

#Hoorays.

For you there will be

No more

SHADOWS.

Burnt Out

BURNT OUT

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

When

my anger
(insighted)

becomes a flame

and

my compassion
(manipulated)

begins to wane

When I
Burn out

on their

Disrespect

It is at this time

That I
Should

STOP and Again

REFLECT:

If

The Almighty--

Degrees
Infinitely

GREATER
than
me

WAS and IS

Hated
and
Ignored

Daily,

Continually

Blantantly
Disregarded,

Slandered

or

Distrusted,

Who am I--

His mere human

Servant

To burn out?

I must

Muster
up

More

Love.

Imitate
Him,

thus

NAVIGATE

to however

Tolerate

UNTIL

Only He Says:

"Okay...

NOW

It's Too Late!"

Based on: Ezekiel 8:17, 18; 9:10, 36:20-23; 2 Chron. 36:16; Joel 2:12-14; Heb. 10:26-31.

Fear Fleshed Out

Livid But Live

Livid when it comes to injustices! But grateful to be alive! Especially in these increasingly worsening times. "You're kidding!" you say. No. You've heard: "It was the best of times. It was the worst of times." Well, it is the same today. Follow along as I show you why.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

#Fear Fleshed Out

#FEAR FLESHED OUT

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Perched

on this precipice

ascending

rapidly

from

blackened

ashes

molded,

into

a

solid

craggy

Mountain

High

above the ocean,

the speed of which

stripped

me

bare

of robe--

nearly

peeled

back

my onion skin.

I climbed this mount

turned mountain.

Took

the steep steps

of

"can't"

"ain't good enough"--

often repeated

snide,

wicked,

constant,

projecting

me

higher and higher;

past 

any

silver linings.

*

First I floated

on a lake of crystal clear

rippled waters,

which

Could

quench my thirsty soul.

Then

Drown

I

almost

did

bobbing and thrashing,

frantic

on the

agitated waves

of cannonball

performers.

*

I

Permitted

a drift;

so why glance

for a sail?

(Do I really

desire

Salvation?

What

exactly

Is this place

called

Hell?)

*

I

took

the steps

escaping the whirling

whispers--

sudden

blessed efforts

to inspire.

Poignant

sweet

musings

that

plucked at my core;

mimicked stroked strings

of the harp

to pacify

my

bleating

heart.

And

Yes,

Light

seeped through

semi-slanted,

dusty

blinds;

Truly

sprouted

blossoms

on this crusty soiled floor. 

Though,

across

windows

(double-paned)

in flight free

and easy,

birds in abundance,

More

Beautiful

appeared;

their varied sounds

garbled.

Their melodies unclear.

*

I climbed those steps

way above those birds;

Above that ocean.

I climbed higher

even when

my legs grew heavy

in the exertion.

Now?

I lie--cold and frozen.

Now?

I will shut

my tired eyes,

just a tiny while

Dozing....

till--

THE END.

Based on: 2 Timothy 1:7; Luke 21:26; 1 John 4:18.

About Me

Seah Greenhorn

Once a Greenhorn as to answers to difficult questions regarding why God Is and allows tragedy...with over forty years of Bible study my joy is in sharing/showing where the answers are found.

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Slander... This poem is also found http://vigortality.blogspot.com/2015/06/slander.html?m=1

Livid But Live

Livid when it comes to injustices! But grateful to be alive! Especially in these increasingly worsening times. "You're kidding!" you say. No. You've heard: "It was the best of times. It was the worst of times." Well, it is the same today. Follow along as I show you why.

Monday, June 1, 2015

SLANDER

Slander

by

Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Opposers

Slander,

PURE and SIMPLE.

But

TRUTH

Endures;

Rises

Above,

Beyond!

In its

Ascent

Uncloaks

distorted

ugly

schemes--

themes

somewhat

concealed

in equally

contorted/

crippled

frames.

Their

saddened

Brains,

Always

Contriving.

Shamed,

Shameful,

they

proclaim fables

to

Disguise

their lack of

Beauty,

their

Unable-

ness.

Maybe.

LIES

Only

Blanket

their

HATRED,

which covers

the skin

of their

Envy,

Buried

Within--

A

Thin

Breathing

UNENTITLED

Shield

of

Arrogance,

This

Cultivated

Veneer,

Until

The

Bright

Light

of

Clear

Proof

Shines

Brilliantly.

Reveals

the

aged lines

of their

bitterness,

of

their anger,

of

their

DYING,

though,

Already

Dead

in their

Hearts.

Yes,

also

tragically,

Decaying

in

their

Heads.

Based on: 2 Cor. 4:4; John 12:31; 1 John 2:17; Ps. 39:1; Ps. 119:172.

About Me

Seah Greenhorn

Once a Greenhorn as to answers to difficult questions regarding why God Is and allows tragedy...with over forty years of Bible study my joy is in sharing/showing where the answers are found.

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Gratitude

Happy People Know.....

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Gratitude

#Gratitude
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)

Do we
measure

Genuine

#Thankfulness ...

by the
warm smile,
which reaches the eyes,

by the comforting
strong hug

with a bit of shoulder
and/or
back rub,

by the delighted
squeal
that pierces the ears,

yet
brightens the face,

or the sudden
tears

followed by

the bowed head
in a gesture

of humble #grace,

by
Speechlessness,

that we

Hear
Loud and Clear

or a nose-blowing,
gut-wrenching,

sniffling,

hiccupping

Ugly cry--

Appealing

to the heart,
and ever
far-reaching

Into our

#Glorious
Sky?

Or

how about
an arm-pumping
bone-crunching
hand-breaking

shake,

a blush,
a bloom,

a

Sudden

drop
to the knees,

or flight
and exit

to an adjoining
room?

Do we
measure

Gratitude

by

#Reciprocated

Sharing

of something

to ourselves--
the giver

or them

passing along

a gift--
their giving

to
unsuspecting

others

to make them
feel cheerer?

Is Gratitude

an

Expressed

Remembering

and

Constant

Reliving?

A
Forgiving?

An audible/inaudible

Prayer
of
Thanksgiving?

How

Does
Our Creator

Measure

Our

Gratitude,

Our

Thankfulness

for

Living?

*

"For this is what the love of God means, that we observe his commandments; and yet His commandments are not burdensome." 1 John 5:3.

Also found here:http://happyurwhen.blogspot.com/2014/12/gratitude.html?m=1


Based on: A Recipe for True Happiness
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102006122?q=gratitude&p=par

Why Show Appreciation?
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2008565?q=gratitude&p=par

About Me

Seah Greenhorn

Once a Greenhorn as to answers to difficult questions regarding why God Is and allows tragedy...with over forty years of Bible study my joy is in sharing/showing where the answers are found.

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