Bursting forth
from the Hotel Eden,
a thunderous explosion.
The trembling earth
cracked wide open
as from the fiery breath
of a vengeful dragon.
Smoke swirling around
the all consuming flames
like hot tongues of venom.
Shattered glass descending
as vicious rain
over everything broken.
The dead and the dying
a shrine to destruction.
Upon the bloodied lips
of dazed confusion
a burning question …
“How could a loving God
allow this to happen?”
From ground zero
down below
someone is shouting
… “Allah Akbar!”
… “Hasta La Vista, Baby.”
… “Viva La Revolución!”
The Knowledge of Good and Evil?
Well, that’s where you’re living.
Turning paradise
into a toxic mess.
The broken rubble
of concrete, steel, and flesh
congealing
in a bloody puddle.
The lowest
of the terrible
touched by the beast
with the mark of Cain.
Through the killing fields
a spreading stain
as knives are taped
to the hands of madness.
The vilest of violence,
bombs being strapped
to the bodies
of young children.
Submission to oblivion
with no time for innocence.
Wandering
a surging wilderness
to clear my mind.
A city of avarice,
friends, and family,
all left behind.
Where the politics
of greed trumps need
amid collisions explosive.
The lost and hopeless
drowning in a sea of envy
and religious divisiveness.
As the trolls dolls
of antichrist
swear and curse
with candy coated lies
whilst praying for the worst
upon a rebellious nation.
As the poverty of desolation,
and idolatry plastic,
violates the very earth
upon which you’re standing.
Who?
Talking about my generation.
You who believe in magic,
yet scoff at the blessing?
Then treats this planet
like junk food wrapping.
I believe in love . . .
with all the salad dressing.
Me, who knows nothing
except Christ’s manifestation, crucifixion
and resurrection.
I live within
a divine blessing
with an angelic covering.
It is there for the taking.
Along with a whole lotta love,
and forgiveness,
just for the asking.
So tell me again,
how earth’s high and mighty
have all fallen?
The Poet Supreme
… the was, and is,
as in the beginning
That Kingdom within,
and yet to come.
Author of all creation …
the Word spiritual
divinely spoken.
Within the material
a harmony is vibrating
awaiting the returning,
in grand expectation.
Once upon
a space and time,
the Garden Living,
a story in the telling?
The true poetry
of a guiding hand.
Halcyon days of innocence
but a millenium
in your eternal presence.
All creation proclaims
that God is one.
In unity true
we too
should be as one
under the loving Son.
Those preachers of hatred
and division,
their day is surely coming.
They think me mistaken.
“Where is the grand blessing?”
In a world
fractured by division,
impoverished by the greed
of men,
and terrorised
by the politics of religion.
Can you not see
a great curse in action?
“Might makes right!”
But might is fleeting
Pride put aside
tell me again
how the mighty have fallen.
Left or Right
or even Green.
Red, better off dead
or in between.
Be anxious
for no such thing.
If neurotic love,
the philo of pastry
or eros hasty
are not your scene?
Spiritual destitution, or
the destination of destiny?
Gone tomorrow
here to stray.
My cup overfloweth.
Then, as ever, runneth away.
The karma of instant trauma
inflicted by global conflict
swinging at a moving target.
Humanity is a love refugee
and an economic migrant.
Pursued by the Institute
of Surplus & Deficit.
Forever seeking asylum.
A slave to the system
chanting old slogans
of elusive freedom.
This world is in dire need
of a Love Resurrection.
I’m resolved there be
a resolution.
Wheels revolving.
Patience fulfilling.
The supreme, the sublime,
the celestial solution
… Kingdom Come.
May come as a shock
to that big fat con
of a global constitution?
Tell me once more
how the mighty have fallen.
The Good Shepherd leading
no need for dread
along that elevated heading.
Knowing not
what the future holds
… yet knowing Him
who holds the future.
Looking good
in supernal splendour.
No weapon forged,
no spell cast,
shall ever prosper.
Passing over today
one who was already
left for dead
now freedom riding.
A true believer
still breathing.
Mount Sinai climbing
eternity glimpsing.
The passion burning
in the shadow of your wing
… restoration
as spots falling
off a leopard flying.
Over a sea of trouble
your presence
in the darkness guiding.
A blaze of glory towering.
My daily bread
manna sustaining.
Milk and honey tomorrow
envisaging
the promise of your word
forever dwelling.
Yet, by the rivers
of mass communication,
a captive audience
blindfolded
and with ears bleeding
is ceaselessly speaking.
Sleepers walking,
onlookers gazing,
without ever seeing.
Always fearing the giants
of dark imaginings.
Speak Lord, for finally
your wayward servant,
he is listening.
Your word … life giving.
Visions inspiring
with dreams divining.
Your silence … deafening.
The darkest hour
before the dawn.
Good news breaking
upon those who mourn.
“Hope, faith, and
love, makes right!”
The Sun arising.
People of light,
children of laughter,
let love shine.
Turn your hearts
to one another.
Day by day …
the good, or the bad,
yours to master.
Well, that’s a decision.
Truth and justice.
That’s just how it is.
For God will restore
the whole Earth
and give it to His children
as an endless inheritance.
Empathogenesis Metamorphosis.
~ by David B. Redpath © 2018-19
Communion
(my cup overflowing)
~ by David B. Redpath © 2019
But let justice roll down like
waters, and righteousness
like an ever-flowing stream.
~ The Book of Amos
There is only one choice, you either accept Christ or you do not.
Everything else is man-made, therefore it will never stand the test of time.
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A simple truth.
So simple, some despise it.
Some are confounded by it.
Yet, some are humbled by it,
as recieved by a child,
with all pride put aside.
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It’s absolutely foundational
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The ‘costly corner stone’
that many stumble over.
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Wow. I really really like this David. So well done and the imagery… spot on!
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Thank you very much, Tara.
It was a labour of love, so you’re
invited to the christening.
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It really is wonderful.
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Amen bruv. Who and Zeppelin too
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When it comes to the classics,
it seems, I can’t help myself.
Thanks for dropping by, OP.
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Anytime David, you’re on my must read list. I’m a big fan of the classics as well
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Thanking thee, ye olde punk.
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Philosophy and commentary embedded in poetry. Masterfully done 😉✨✨
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Greatly appreciated, M.
I seem to be embedded in a Bohemian Rhapsody, from
some sonorous and glorious story.
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I have encountered them: Those who claim enlightenment, yet pepper their speech with profanity. They know far less than they claim. Their sole saving grace is that they offer self-belief; yet, that is nothing, without an abiding faith in the Creator.
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Yes, we all fall short,
one way or another.
Thank goodness for forgiveness.
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I’d rather place my faith on you than on some other truth, but you know I like what you do.
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I appreciate your indulgence,
Basilike. I guess truth is where
it finds you. Or vice versa?
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It doesn’t matter, as long as you find each other.
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Beautifully written David. Happy to read this beautiful write.
Not a topic many want to listen to nowadays.
Perhaps, one day we can live in a world where all religons and opinions are respected.
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Thank you abundantly, Drew.
Yes … just imagine.
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Beauty of words
falling like a cascade
of torrential rain
most thought provoking
of this Paradise Lost
accompanied by
two wondrous artworks
so well expressed, David!
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Moltes gràcies, dolç Marta.
Paradise may indeed be lost,
yet we have been left
not completely bereft,
but with an eternal gift
. . . a glorious set
of good directions.
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Yes, there is always hope
to be tied to that rope
clinging onto our faith
so true as our God saith;
yet “dolça” Marta is
the way you should say this,
‘cos “dolça” is feminine
and “dolç” the masculine
of such a lovely word,
musical as a bird,
which means someone is sweet,
oh, what a wondrous beat
to read you in Catalan;
I’ve long become your fan.
And “moltes gràcies” means
thank you so much, which leans
on my heart and is good,
everyone’s understood
what you have told me here.
We’ve brought Catalan near
those who do not know it
with just this tiny bit.
Moltes gràcies, your gift
fills me with joy so swift.
Wish you have a great week
says I with my huge beak.
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Disculpeu-me, Marta.
Of course I should’ve used
the feminine “dolça”. I’ve
seen you dance 💃 so no
doubt about it. During my
the one week I spent in
Barcelona I was careful not
use Spanish pronunciación.
I was staying in the Gothic
section, just behind the Catalán
government building, and things
were starting to heat up.
Maintain the rage, but stay
safe Marta. Change is on
the way.
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Thank you so much again, David. The change is happening indeed, but slowly because ours is a nonviolent civil resistance movement, Gandhi-like, for justice, human rights and democracy. I so love Erica Chenoweth. She is one of my greatest hopes for our current world: https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/non-violence-suceeds/
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Yes, civil resistance works!
Gandhi & Mandela proved it.
The best of people power
to you, Marta.
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Yea! 🌈☀🍀☮💞
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My favorite line:
“I believe in love . . .
with all the salad dressing.”
Let that not diminish, though, the amazing poem you wrote.
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About my favourite too
… of a savoury subject.
Thanks for reading, Wulf
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Paradise lost. I wonder if it ever existed.
Who are fallen angels anyway?
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The striving for some Nirvana
seems to be in man’s DNA.
To get back to Paradise.
I see cause and effect, Bojana.
There are ‘powers and principalities’ at work
in the world.
To deny the spiritual is like
a lamb saying that there are
no wolves, so no need for
a shepherd.
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Paradise regained then. Then lost again…ever searching for the meaning and truth.
We are like flickering lights in the wind.
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There is a strong tower
in which there is refuge.
A lighthouse in the night.
My diploma of theology
has been lost in the mail,
so all I can do is poetry.
“So raise the candles high
‘Cause if you don’t we could
stay black against the night
Oh, raise them higher again
And if you do we could stay
dry against the rain.”
~ Melanie Safka (Lay Down)
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I needed this optimism today. Today I’ve doubted a lot.
Thank you.
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Never doubt, there is a light
at the end of the tunnel, no
matter how much some try
to deny it.
May I say … bless you Bojana.
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Unless the train comes first….
Yes, you may, dear. Hugs.
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Ha😁!
I think that’s why they call
it a slow train a-comin.
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Every line is my favorite part!
But I’m thankful for the good news breaking
Sun always brings light
Laughter and love
It’s always a beacon
Of relief for my eyes
Positive news of hope David!
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Thank you exceedingly, Stella.
Despite the present darkness
I try to stay a positive fella.
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You’re welcome
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The Eden Hotel seems to be a tad more green than the Hebel. …..
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There is no drought behind
the Gates of Eden, according
to Bob Dylan.
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Wow, well said
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Thanks for reading, Lisa.
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Good Lord, David!!! My heart is absolutely racing. This is glorious and Your artwork blows my mind! Truly wonderful all the way around. Thank You and Cheers!!! ❤️
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I really appreciate that, Katy.
Art is a stimulant.
The dosage should always
be a personal choice.
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Yavo!!! 🙂
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I believe in love . . .
with all the salad dressing…. love this line…
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And condiments
of the seasoning
to you Geetika.
As they say, spice is
the variety of life.
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Delectable wordplay…
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This is truly beautiful, David! If only we had more believers.
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Thank you Punam.
I kind of like being a rebel
… with a good cause.
I think Abraham Lincoln said,
all the people can’t be all right
all of the time.
Or was it Bob Dylan?
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Oh you surely are a rebel with a good cause (based on what I know of you on WP)! I think it was Lincoln. You are welcome David.
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With Jesus as the alpha example,
one can not help but be a rebel.
Thanks again, Punam.
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True that! Always a pleasure, David.
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Love this poem, David.
And I like the sentiment expressed it in, those in Paradise ate from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.
And we got what we ate.
Knowledge of Good and evil.
That was humanity’s punishment- getting its heart’s desire.
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Thanks Chris. I very much appreciate your sage feedback.
Yes, for we too can
be gods and goddesses …
and all that vainglorious
new age stuff. With a visit to a luxury yoga retreat,
and a tantric mindfulness
session with the Swami himself!
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Penned well
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Thank you, Akshaya
( lovely name by the way ).
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Aww !! Thank youuuuuuuuu 🤗
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Wow David❤️❤️❤️I love this❣️
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Thank you very much.
Blessings upon your oasis
over there in South Africa.
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I love the poetic style you used. Most posts with religious themes are usually lengthy and boring to read. This one has a narrative and one like led me to the other and I was actually hooked. And as a Christian I enjoyed reading this and it’s different. Amazing.
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Some thoughts that trenchantly cut to the quick in you piece… it all seems connected too… not mere word associations but lines of thought and feeling… 🙂
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Thank you Peter, for reading
and the thoughtful feedback.
Much appreciated.
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WOW!
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Thanks Cindy.
I like ‘WOW’ 😀
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Goodness! gracias! Beautiful words with a brilliant pic
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Thank you Deepa.
Very glad you liked.
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I’m not very good at interpreting poetry, but the sense of hope that shines through this poem is palpable. Not to mention the foundation of strong faith that it’s built upon. Beautiful images too! 🙂
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I was concerned about being
too negative, so thank you for
your most positive feedback.
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I am constantly amazed at the wonder of your words. Bravo David and His bless you my friend!
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I truly appreciate that, Walt.
My thoughts are with you,
and Susan.
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You are very welcome David, and Susan and I both thank you. 🙂
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The way we are going it looks like we are going to get kicked out of Eden again!
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Is Eden being hidden behind
the mass of dark matter?
Yes, this age will surely
goe out with a splatter.
Man himself summons
all four horsemen,
to reap and gather.
No use blaming the Creator.
When it comes to dark energy,
it is down to you and me.
For we have been shown
divine love …
There is none one greater.
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Very Good! Sometimes I think we already living in a dark hole reality!
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Well, dark holes make
the galaxies go around.
Just like love makes the
world go ’round . . .
according to Bob Dylan.
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Yes!
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Reblogged this on Antonella Lallo.
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I can sense such deep angst here. But you ended on a hopeful note like the good prophet of boot scoot, dancing amid the flames and destruction. Let the preachers with guns meet judgement; we’ll boogie to the tune of a new world where Benny Goodman plays his clarinet and invites us to Sing, sing, sing.
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If any Benny should play the licorice
stick to raise the dead, and the quick,
it’s Benny the Goodman. Bennie and
the Jets are all booked out on a never-ending farewell tour of Planet
Armageddon.
Yes, the universal law of reap what
you sow will come back to bite many,
more than some, directly on the bum.
A slow motion dose of Instant Karma.
Yes, my trepidation is all about the deal
going down in the meantime. Those
masters of war are all hellbent on
committing a globalised crime.
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There will definitely be a day of reckoning, but I think it’ll be on that final day. This is the time when societal restraints will lose their power and many won’t reap what they sow. Some of the things happening in India (especially to women) are appalling. What’s worse is that either mob justice is handed out against the perpetrators, or they walk free, and commit a worse crime against the same victim if they wear Saffron. The best part is that we have Bhakts supporting women’s rights! They’re the ones voting for a government which will eventually put women in Saffron Burqas. The masters of war, and the jingoists, the false casteist apostles, the circus clowns masquerading a news anchors and the sheeple are all out. It’s truly a pathetic time.
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I only caught a glimpse of what’s
going down in India when I was
there earlier this year, but I certainly
noticed the pervading caste system,
and the traditional status of women.
May true change hasten. The hope
of a better future is with a new free
thinking generation. No longer bound
up in the old oppressive traditions of
religion and patriarchy.
Thank you, Nitin, for your insights
and observations,
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Our punishment after leaving the Garden of Eden is we got what we wanted in eating from the Tree of Knowledge.
We became as gods knowing good and evil.
And the truth is we humans are piss poor gods.
For often what we think is good turns out to be evil.
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Yes, humanity seems always
ready to fall for a good story;
“Look out your window, baby,
there’s a scene you’d like to catch.
The band is playing “Dixie,”
a man got his hand outstretched.
Could be the Führer.
Could be the local priest.
You know sometimes Satan
comes as a man of peace.
He got a sweet gift of gab,
he got a harmonious tongue.
He knows every song of love
that ever has been sung.
Good intentions can be evil.
Both hands can be full of grease.
You know that sometimes Satan
comes as a man of peace.”
~ Bob Dylan
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Powerful and beautifully expressed, David. We in the USA are, by the way, praying about the fires in Australia. May God watch over all of you there.
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Thank you, Anna.
I recently drove about 8 thousand
miles from one end of Australia to
the other, and across the Never Never,
and seven plus years of drought have
has had a devastating effect.
Ironically, where I live in the south,
we’ve had plenty of spring rain.
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Loved the lines
‘Knowledge of Good and Evil?’ with the question mark
and
‘The lost and hopeless
drowning in the sea of envy and religious divisiveness’
Understanding is lost,
ego and pride are never kept aside,
drowning we all are in the ocean of greed,
created by our ownself is the monster ‘Money’.
Though Hope is we are dependent on. 🙂 Always love your creative style of touching the soul. 🙂
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I loved the last line too. Forgot to mention it. 😀
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It is one right no man can take away,
the right to become a child of God ❤️
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Thanks for your deeply
thoughtful comments, Kritika 🙏
Yes, truly the love of money, the
currency of greed, is the root of
much of the worlds evils. Humility
is a rarity in this age of the instant
celebrity of superficial vanity. But
it is well said that love conquers
all that worldly insanity 💛
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“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches
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Martin Luther King Jr.
was truly great man …
“There was a man named
mahatma Gandhi
He would not bow down,
he would not fight
He knew the deal was down
and dirty
And nothing wrong
could make it right away
But he knew his duty,
and the price he had to pay
Just another holy man
who tried to make a stand
My god, they killed him !”
“Another man from atlanta, georgia, by the name of martin luther king
He shook the land
like rolling thunder
And made the bells
of freedom ring today
With a dream of beauty
that they could not burn away
Just another holy man
who dared to be a friend
My god, they killed him !”
“The only son of God almighty
The holy one called jesus christ
Healed the lame
and fed the hungry
And for his love
they took his life away
On the road to glory
where the story never ends
Just the holy son of man
we’ll never understand
My god, they killed him !”
~ Kris Kristofferson
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Ashamed that anyone who stands up with love for us we kill them. Hope love wipes away this attitude.
Thank you for this comment. There is still much to learn. 😊🙏
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So much love, so much beauty, so much truth, so much passion. Your fine young millennial family is just gorgeous btw ❤️
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Thank you multiple millennially,
Nardine 🙏 I’m just greatful they
didn’t turn out to be cannibals.
But then … some are Vegans 😎
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Whew! That was quite an experience! Thank you for the visions…and inspiration.😊
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I’m glad to hear that you made
it safely through to the end of
the ride, Nina ✌️💛😎
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Yes, fun ride indeed. 😊
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The imagery is bursting with powerful truth.
David, you always write from the heart and that my friend is much respect to you.
You are a blessing of hope and full of creativity. 🙂
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Muchly appreciated, Charlie 🙏
We are to be the Imago Dei
mirror balls of Disco Creation,
dancing to the tune of Maximum
and the Good Vibration 💃🕺
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Beautifully well said my friend.
So, how’s vacationing going for you?
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Just organising a military style
storming of the Gold Coast beaches.
It’s summer down under. Planning
to start the invasion on Christmas
Day. A sneaky tactic that no one
will be expecting 😎
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And speaking of Christmas invasion:
CHRISTMAS INVASION.HOME ALONE 2.5.NARRATIVE MOVIE MASHUP. AMDSFILMS
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The title! words, lyrics and the artwork. Right on.
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Thank you, E.
Greatly appreciated 💛
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Reblogged this on As’ salaam Alaykem 🙂 Rahim.
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🙏 ☮️ Rahim 😎
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