When I look back I can clearly see
God's Hand protecting and guiding me
Throughout my life; throughout all the years
Edging me on in spite of my fears.
Even while I was still lost to Him;
Even though I was still bound by sin
God was preparing; orchestrating;
Sorting my life while He was waiting.
As an example I'd like to tell
Of the time when a demon from hell
Spoke through a medium who claimed she 'knew'
Many things I was going to do.
'This' and 'that' was going to happen;
On and on that wom…
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Added by Belinda van Rensburg on November 6, 2009 at 4:44pm —
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Outside the Windy City
lives the Lady Finnegan -
Carol dearly loves the Lord Jehovah
and is a part of His earthly plan.
Her heart has been pierced
by God's Holy Spirit;
for she placed her life before Him
and has chosen to submit.
Her adoration for the King
has burst forth with heart's joy,
from reading her great nephew's literature
within the borders of Illinois.
Now she's become God's messenger
via her gifts of Joe's Christian poetry -
For the fragrance of God's Love
envelopes her with scrip…
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Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on November 2, 2009 at 1:30am —
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Silvery white shines the lighted moon
As it dances to its lone cosmic tune.
Bright rays turning darkness to light -
Oh, what a marvellous, glorious sight!
Glimmering stars on their nightly flights
Shimmer and shine as they brighten our nights;
Gently; softly sliding through space,
Moving in unison at a set pace.
On Earth we are the moon and the stars -
Shining God's Light to all souls behind bars;
Lighting up this dark, sinful place
Encouraging others to seek God's Face.
© 2009
by Belinda…
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Added by Belinda van Rensburg on October 29, 2009 at 6:00pm —
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During stormy weather
Clouds seem to lose their glow;
Gathering together
They darken Earth below.
The leaden sky explodes;
Rain pelts the ground with force
Threatening to erode
The soil without remorse.
Clouds rumble, roil and moan;
Lights split the sky in two;
Earth's creatures hide and groan
Birds bid the air adieu.
Though dark clouds hide the sun;
Though they are glum and gray -
Without them we're undone
For they send life our way.
They're smiled on by the Son
He formed; sent each of them…
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Added by Belinda van Rensburg on October 28, 2009 at 9:59pm —
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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. Back in the Spring of 1980, I graduated from the University of Southern Maine with a B.A. in Mathematics. I chose this discipline because it was my favorite subject in school. This poem is the first and only piece (to date), where I apply this learned knowledge.
Back in February of 2007, I found a poetry contest - its challenge wa…
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Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on October 25, 2009 at 2:35pm —
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Who is this Jesus Whom you love - a babe upon some straw
Whilst wise men bow down low to worship and adore?
Do you perhaps envision Him walking upon the Earth;
The quiet, gentle Teacher who came by virgin birth?
Yet then, again, at times is He the Lamb upon the cross
Maimed, broken, hurt and dying - God's sacrifice for us?
Yes, it is true, Jesus the Christ was born in Bethlehem;
He once lived upon the Earth amidst the sons of men.
Then at the end when it was time He gave His life for us;
He,…
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Added by Belinda van Rensburg on October 22, 2009 at 6:00pm —
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I watched a film the other day
About a man who went away -
One day he simply upped and walked;
He looked not at the sights nor talked
But kept on moving through each day
And from his course he did not stray.
Quite soon he was joined by others;
They bonded and became like brothers.
Though that man never did explain
They followed blindly just the same;
They never asked 'where to' or 'why'
But trudged along through wet and dry.
Then came the day that he just stopped;
He turned around and their ho…
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Added by Belinda van Rensburg on October 22, 2009 at 5:58pm —
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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 briefly look at the crucifixion of Christ - an event central to the core beliefs of Christianity. This poem was composed in February 2007, in anticipation of that year's celebration of Resurrection Sunday (Easter).
If I were relegated to a single television channel, it would be the "History Channel". It's am…
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Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on October 21, 2009 at 3:59pm —
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1. What caused you to write a book and have it published?
Thankfully, I’ve enjoyed a career in IT (Information technology) for over 25+ years. However, I’ve been downsized out of a job four times – the last time in 2005, I was unemployed for nine months. During that time, I looked at over 19,000+ companies to find one job. With more jobs in my field being outsourced to lower wage earners overseas, I decided I needed an exit strategy from the corporate world to launch a more stable career and inc…
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Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on October 21, 2009 at 3:59pm —
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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…
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Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on October 13, 2009 at 4:41pm —
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Those disembodied remnants,
Earthly remains of unknown souls,
are now assembled at my doorstep.
Having piqued my attention,
who are these unwelcome houseguests?
Loved ones or Nordic heroes
who were consumed in funeral pyres?
How old are these molecules
that have been forever scattered
during these past centuries?
Unwanted leftovers of human containers,
eaten by microscopic mites,
nibble at my presence
and wait for my spirit to dry up.
The dust calls for my fated demise;
However, my particles won…
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Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on October 13, 2009 at 4:41pm —
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Long ago God sent His only Son
To redeem us from the evil one;
I'm sure even holy angels cried
The day He was crucified and died.
On that most bitter of days He shed
Streams of His sinless Blood running red -
Why did He do it? What did He gain?
A beautiful bride without a stain.
The brides-price was indeed very high;
Thinking about it makes me want to cry;
I hang my head in sorrow and shame -
Humbled yet truly grateful He came.
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Added by Belinda van Rensburg on October 10, 2009 at 5:53pm —
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Some people flicker, fly across my universe
like shooting stars, so bright so brilliant, fleeting,
they illuminate my life, so suddenly, exciting me,
my soul shines forth, my heart intensely beating
These glistening gems awaken something dormant,
deep inside of me, awaken hopes I've lost,
and joys I used to feel, and songs once silent
sound once more, and petals to adorn my path are tossed
Oh shooting stars, awaken me, and let me see your light
Oh shining gems across my soul, illuminate my nig…
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Added by Jerry Caspell on October 1, 2009 at 6:53pm —
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In my neat little package of poetry
With words wrapped in ribbons of rhyme
I want to express, I want to confess
I'm so glad you entered my time
There is no mere chance or circumstance
For a Guide across time and space
Only invites us to the dance
But we must choose to embrace
So we're given the roads that cross
To touch a time or two
But making this gain or loss
Is up to me and you
And some touch on the surface
And some pass in the night
But some souls join in a deep caress
And hold on long a…
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Added by Jerry Caspell on October 1, 2009 at 4:23pm —
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The Path
Now as the bright day star decreased its burn,
And the wheel of time revolved toward night,
My relentless musings had more to learn.
With wary words mixed into the twilight,
I spoke carefully to the evening air,
And though it was transparent to my sight,
My longing eyes were seeking everywhere.
Eagerly scanning the vanishing sky;
Asking aloud "Spirit, are you still there?"
"Be still" returned the voice in calm reply,
"You have only to look for me deep inside.
Your chamber of…
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Added by Jeff Bidiman on September 29, 2009 at 5:25pm —
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My brother, Jesus, is older than me;
Though we are both children it's plain to see
That we're as different as chalk from cheese;
I quarrel and fight; He advocates peace.
While I am at play He wanders away
Preferring to spend the cool of the day
Talking to Himself (or so it may seem);
A sensitive youth; a dreamer of dreams.
We're young men now; both strong and tall
He is so pure; I belong to the Fall.
He never does anything sinful; bad
He doesn't get jealous, nasty or mad.
Oftentimes at our ca…
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Added by Belinda van Rensburg on September 26, 2009 at 10:54pm —
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Along the journey of my life
Amidst the pleasures and the strife
Many people have appeared
And vanished in the wake
As sea shells on the shifting sands
Admired and cherished in my hands
Then washed away by waves of fate
Not mine to keep or take
Forgotten gems upon the shore
A mere remembrance, nothing more
A moment’s joy and then they’re gone
And life for me goes on
Yet some I find and hold, and never
Release my grasp, but keep forever
Safe in my hand and heart they stay
And never go away
I…
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Added by Jerry Caspell on September 19, 2009 at 10:37am —
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The pen brings life unto the empty page,
Yet it does not write of its own accord.
We are nothing but a clay writing tool
Seeking to write our lives upon the blank
Pages of an undecided future.
Father, guide this pen to fill these pages
With words that are acceptable to you.
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Added by Jeff Bidiman on September 19, 2009 at 10:17am —
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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 a blurb regarding my poem "Enjoy This Season".
Lots of people like to surmise about the idea of living in a different period of recorded humanity, such as: Italy's Renaissance (circa 1400-1600 ad), the building of the Greek or Roman Empires, the time of Christ and so forth. However, not me. Being an I.…
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Added by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd on September 19, 2009 at 9:26am —
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beneath the peaceful towering oak
we sleepishly glide through the breeze of twilight
breathing in the last of cool summer air:
quiet thoughts replenish my weary soul
echoing come, sit, rest with me,
untangle from the chaos of the day.
the two of us, together, in moon-made silence
watch evening settle over dusty distant fields;
earth's parched dirt, rises up, crumbles
the rose petal's fragrance dissipates with season's end;
sounds of today whirl around me.
I pause, listen, head bowed
a child's sl…
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Added by donna on September 17, 2009 at 10:00pm —
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The Medium
Poem: Outside the Windy City
Gem of Light
Spirit Consultations (part II)
Thoughts From The Backyard Swing
