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EMPTY MY PEN July 5, 2013
Empty My Pen
Wrapped my fingers around the pen, tapped that paper to write again.
Pressed it down to make it flow, can’t stop now, just go, go, go!
All these thoughts running through my head, pour them out and go to bed.
Thoughts of Gods grace all over me; Thank you God for eyes to see.
Thank you God for blessings true. Thank you God for all you do.
Worries try to settle in, get back satan to hell again.
Guilt and shame play mournful songs, unforgiveness spewing wrongs.
Past mistakes try to take center stage, painful past shouts foul with rage
Raise my voice and scream “NO! NO! Step back devil to hell you go!” Jesus came and washed my sins, you can’t bring them back again.
Cares of life came pressing hard, simple prayer “Please help me Lord. I can’t do this all alone.” On my face before the throne.
God’s throne of grace I visit oft.
In God’s arms is safety soft.
Hopes and dreams seem far away, I press on and pray, pray, pray!
Write my visions and make them plain, I believe it’s not in vain.
I believe God’s Word is true, calling all my blessings due.
Gratitude weighs heavy, sweet. Sing Gods praises in the street.
Sing Gods praises at work and play. Sing God’s praises every day!
Aches and pains attack my flesh, fear shows up in hand with stress.
Open my mouth and here proclaim “I’m healed and whole in Jesus Name!”
Wrapped my fingers around my pen “Thank you Lord again, again.” That is all. Enough said. Drop my pen and go to bed. Sweet dreams!
© Robin Lelani. 2013 All rights reserved.
Tending the Garden March 14, 2013
Tending the Garden
Juice drips abundant from the vine, and fruit hangs heavy on the tree. The harvest is in need of harvesting and the laborers are nowhere to see. This mature love is ripe, over ripe for the picking, with no hands to pull it away. Procrastination has trumped potential, and lack has now seized the day. No wine will be made for merry. No teeth will cherish the bite. For the field to harvest is barren, abandoned in dark of night. The taste of nectar is wanting, with hungers to be satisfied. And hope shrinks like a raisin, when passion is long denied. And crisp of apple is mushy; and sour replaces orange sweet; and cherries turn black from neglected touch, trampled beneath the feet. Look well to attend to your garden. Look well to give all your care. Look well to the ant who prepares her work, for lazy breeds lack more to spare. And wasting increases the wanting; As greed leaves empty and sore. While putting off what needs to be done today, means work increases the more. For youth is not to be wasted, and wisdom never ignored. Gods gifts should be cherished and used for good, not selfishly locked up and stored. If gray hair alludes to wisdom, and wisdom accompanies grace, put your hand to the plow and get it done now, you don’t have time to waste.
Thank you Lord for blessing the work of my hands, and the energy to get my work done!
Robin Lelani 2013
A flower planted in shallow soil atop a rock is still a flower. It won’t live forever, but yet it still existed, drank the water, felt the kiss of the sun and swayed in the breeze, alive. In the flowers ripe season, it proudly showed its colors true, Brought smiles to the passers by who wanted to pluck it, yet left it still. Like a gentle vapor it spread it’s mist, bowed its head and gracefully passed away.The seeds it left in it’s wake were cast abroad, carried on the wind to fertile ground, giving birth to greater healthier flowers; nothing lost, only more of itself to share. Love is that way. Love never fails. No matter how fragile it’s beginning; how frail the process of it’s growth, when sown it’s sure to reap a harvest. Perhaps a single flower on a rock is not an immense garden, but it still has beauty, and life to live on and inspire love again, over and over again like a fresh bouquet of flowers.
Soulful Serenade… June 4, 2012
Hush now, and listen to the serene serenade of the Ancestors Song. Mental feeding through closed mouths, served from warm hearts and sweet spirits. “Ssshhh, child. Listen” is God-speak for hungry, eager, ears and souls.Strong, gentle fingers from the past, reach tenderly to this very moment as fingertips dance to the tune of a grandmothers endearing, corrective dialogue. Open-faced self mirror in flesh time. Was, is; Then, now; Did, do: Been, be… Be.Be.Be.Be. Be ‘Your Best Self’, no one else was created or qualified to do you better than you. Be ‘Grateful’, gratitude acknowledges God who blessed you with the unique life only you can live. Be ‘Creative’, create the masterpiece that only you can with the unique set of “colors; talents; gifts; relationships that God has given you. Be still, and know that God is God. Listen with me, through our Ancestor’s, the Ancient of Ancients is speaking…let us, hear, learn and grow, then teach together. Listen.
~ Mahatma Gandhi
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