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February 2, 2012 at 1:38 am · Filed under Art, Christianity, Humanity, Justice, life, Love, Observations, Poetry and tagged: 1st Corinthians, Alah, Art, bible, Budah, church, cordieb, creation, creativity, forgive, god, harmony, Humanity, Humble, jelousy, Jesus Christ, Lealousy, light, Love, peace, poem, Poetry, pride, Religion, soul, spirit, Spirituality, Trust
~Love Tames. CordieB.
I am kind and patient; not boastful or proud…
I am all knowing, yet humble; not boisterous or loud
I am secure in my stead; not untrusting or jealous
I keep no scores of bad deeds; I’m forgiving….unrebellious
I am thankful for mine; of your’s I’m not envious
I don’t hold resentment to ferment my soul…
In-line with my spirit, it is compassion I hold!
I’m not judgmental; I allow others to be…
That which they are; so their souls might be free
Knowing we all are created from the same mighty force
Good, bad or indifferent; of the same Holy source!
I rejoice in the truth; refrain from deception…
Persevere with great hope, amid pain or rejection.
Not easily angered, remaining kind and protective…
Willing to look closely at life from another’s perspective.
I am the foundation of all Creation thereof…
I’m the most powerful, unfailing, Spirit of all
…I Am the Spirit of Love…
~Written by CordieB, Inspired by 1st Corinthian’s 13 and of course….. Love.
Quote for the Day: When I was a child, I talked like a child; I thought like a child; I reasoned like a child. As I grew, I put childish ways behind me. Then I saw but a poor reflection, as in a mirror. Now I see face to face. Then, I knew only in part. Now I know fully and I am fully known.
And now these three remain…
Faith
Hope
Love
But the greatest of these is…
LOVE
~1 Corinthians 13, The Bible
Another Quote: Knowing is realizing we don’t know it all ~CordieB.
Peace, Light and Love….
March 13, 2010 at 5:16 pm · Filed under African American, Christianity, Humanity, Observations, Spirituality and tagged: 1st Corinthinans, bible, Daniel, future, god, heaven, joy, Love, Past, peace, Poetry, Present, prophesy, Reflections, Spirituality, Wisdom
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Photo courtesy of Infinity Rain and is licenced under the Creative Commons
Reflections of the Dawn
I stood upon the crest of the highest mountain, Calling down to those who dared to follow.
That I had attained the greatest of heights.
But a voice from above called out to me:
‘Rest not upon your foolish pride for you have taken but a single step. And as you await those to come, there are those that patiently wait for you.’
~By Daniel
The above poem is one of my favorites. Each time I read it, it humbles me. It reminds me, that for each level of understaniding or wisdom I think I may have, there are those who await me to reach another level. Really, didn’t most of think we had all the answers at 15 years old. As we reflect back, we knew so very little. It also reminds me of the Book of 1st Corinthians, Chapter 13, versus 9-12, when Paul prophesised:
9. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10. but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. 11. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
We really know so little and have so much to learn. We will never know all about this life until we pass beyond this life. Each day, if we keep our minds and hearts open, we will learn something more, life will become clearer, we will become wiser. But, like that teenager, we must open our heart and minds to learn, we can’t think we already know it all. Also, as we grow older, we can’t hold on to that old philosophy, ”you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” We can’t continually hold on to old ways; we have to open our hearts, minds and spirits to the new. We have be refreshed. We have to keep an open mind. If someone didn’t keep an open mind, perhaps the world would still be flat. We can’t think we already know it all. We have to be open to all possibilities. Honestly, we don’t know the true outcome of any particular event, until the event is in the present tense.
So, stop stressing on the past; we can’t go back, we can simply learn from those experiences. Stop stressing on the future as we now imagine it will be. We can’t even imagine all that is in store for us – we might prophesize, but we are only looking through tinted glasses. One day it will all be crystal clear! So, for now, let’s just enjoy the wondrous gifts that God has given us. This is a day that the Lord has made! Let us rejoice and be glad in it!
Peace, Light and Love . . .
CordieB.
February 2, 2010 at 10:47 pm · Filed under Christianity, Dreams, Favorite Poems, Humanity, life, Love, Poetry, spiritual, Spirituality, Truth and tagged: death, Love, Marth Williams, Parable of immortality, passing on, poem, ship, spiritual, Spirituality
Parable of immortality ( A ship leaves . . . )
I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says :
- ‘There she goes!
Gone where?
Gone from my sight – that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says:
- ‘There she goes! ‘,
there are other eyes watching her coming to shore,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
- ‘Here she comes!’
By Henry Van Dyke
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Ever notice how ships going out to sea appear to get smaller and smaller and eventually disappear from our sight altogether? This is because as something goes away from us, it shrinks on the horizon and in the end, the horizon consumes it and it disappears altogether. The ship is still sailing on, we just can no longer see it. However, it is there, and it is still steaming ahead.
As the ship disappears from us, it is slowly appearing to those on the other side of the world. To us, it gets smaller and smaller and not much more than a dot on the horizon. However, to those on the other side of the world, it grows and grows, and eventually appears!
As it disappears from our sight, it reappears in someone else’s!
The bible says,”when we are absent from the body, we are present with the Lord [2 Corinthians 5:8.]
Today I am thinking of ma and I am sad. However, I know .. although she has sailed away from us and has gone from our mist, she is just now appearing to Jesus and all the folks in her new home. What a glorious arrival that must be! Ma’s spirit is free from the ailments of the earthly body, pain free, sorrow free, and just free! Can you imagine the joy of freedom from earthly ailments of the body as she floats on into her new home to once again meet with those love ones who have already departed these shores! What a day of rejoicing it must be!
In memory of Martha Williams, “ma” a most loving woman who was always like a mother to me. Ma took sail and left earthly shores around 2:30 this afternoon. I know she has sailed on to the other side and many love ones are waving her in, as they see her coming home. I can see them jubilantly shouting…here she comes, as she jubilantly shouts back, Ship Ahoy!
Sail on Ma!
January 30, 2010 at 6:48 pm · Filed under Christianity, Humanity, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: Art, blood, joy, life, Love, masculinity, men, peace, responsibility, Rick Mobbs, semen, spirit of a man, Spirituality, sweat, tears, War
Art Work Courtesy of Rick Mobbs
Reposted for Marie. Mist can be tears, can be joy, can be blood, can be sweat, can be semen, can be love, can be hate, …can be whatever…what do you think men mist most?
This poem was written especially for Rick Mobbs at Mine Enemy Grows Older. Rick has been so kind to feature his beautiful work to inspire us to write each week. Due to other responsibilities, Rick has informed us that he will no longer be able to continue his beautiful art prompts. His latest beautiful piece is shown above. . . . I wrote this poem as an interpretation of the art . . . and . . . how I imagine most men, including Rick, may feel . . . at times.
Like Spilt Milk – The Spirit of a Man ~Written by CordieB.
I hold the world with closed iron fists
Though others cry; I vaguely mist
My ego causes my heart to roar
Yet also causes my mist to pour . . . . like spilt milk wasting on the floor.
Instinctively I’m a territorial being…
Not into that which can’t be seen…
Though often I claim to see the light…
Most times I focus on black and white.
Beauty prompts my groin to soar…
Yet also causes my mist to pour. . . .like spilt milk reproducing more!
My thoughts so often unrealized…
Not even I can crystallize . . .
the myriad of issues– real or fantasized . . .
My triumphs cause my voice to roar
yet also cause my mist to pour. . . like spilt milk gushing out the door
My God chose me to oversee…
Why has earth’s fate been placed on me?
Should I choose peace; should I choose war?
Responsibilities cause my mind to explore . . .
yet also cause my mist to pour. . . like spilt milk crashing on the shore . . .
~Written for Rick Mobbs in response to his last visual arts prompt. . .
July 15, 2009 at 9:00 am · Filed under Abuse, Art, Christianity, Favorite Poems, Humanity, Justice, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality, With Liberty and Justice for All and tagged: darkness, light, Love, opposites, peace, perspective, senses, Spirituality
My creativity has been at a stall here of late. Perhaps it’s the zoids and pain killers I’ve been taking… In any event, I don’t seem to be able to focus long enough to write anything, so, I thought I’d share something I wrote some time ago. . . Blessings to all of you….
Photo courtesy of Jason McKim and is licensed under the Creative Commons
I can be cold as the bluest, hottest ice
And hot as the bluest, fiercest fire. . .
I’m a false reflection of a conceptional misconception
Whatever your limited or infinite mind’s desire
You listen to my loud, yet gentle vibration
You believe me fully with no hesitation . . .
You see me with all colors of the beautiful rainbow
Is that really all the colors? Will you ever know?
Only if you can let me go. . .
I’m young and younger, black and blacker
Smart and wise. A genius. A true catalytic cracker
Beautiful, and most beautiful – is there really such a thing?
Breath in the melody that I most wonderfully sing!
I can be red, yellow, or indigo blue
Although I’m real in essence, I’m never the truth,
I’m at your worst, completely false;
Incomplete at your best; a simple impulse.
I can be joyfully sorrowful and sorrowfully glee, too.
But, whatever I am, I’m always completely real to you.
Do you feel me! Do you get my point!
Do you smell my noise? Can you hear my funk!
Can you see my darkness? Can you touch my light!
Can you smell my vision? Can you taste my sight!
Can you smell the painful pleasure,
Can you taste the agony of the estasy?
No matter what, I’m always YOUR reality;
I am in you and you are in me.
If you change your perspective.
I’ll change mine– as your’s reflective.
I am oh so evil, and yet so kind
The world would be nothingness if I were blind.
But, maybe not-how dare I say?
And now I lay me down to pray . . .
I pray that you free me every then and now
From your dear self, for this I vow . . .
Will free you from hypocrisies
And all the false analogies. . .
From judgements, prejudices, anger and hatred …
These no longer exist, once I am emancipated.
My negation gives you insight, free and clear
Of a far away place that is yet so near
If you could release my blessed curse and damned grace
And move beyond object, time and space
For that brief moment in that sphere
You’ll sense a unity so crystal clear
Even beyond your limited, infinite imagination
Who am I, I am simply . . .
(click below for riddle answer)
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January 17, 2009 at 5:27 pm · Filed under Art, Christianity, Humanity, Justice, life, Love, Mental Stress, Music for the Soul, Observations, Spirituality and tagged: Corinne Bailey Rae, dancing, freedom, independence, Love, peace, put your records on, Spirituality, women
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Quote of the Day. . .
You can never dance to the same beat as everyone; so you may as well dance your own beat…Just try not to step on anyone’s toes while you dance! CordieB.
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Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don’t need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes, we’ve got it wrong, but it’s alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don’t you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)
Don’t you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.
Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it’s alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don’t you think it’s strange?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
‘Twas more than I could take, pity for pity’s sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don’t even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Oh, you’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don’t need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes, we’ve got it wrong, but it’s alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don’t you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)
Don’t you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.
Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it’s alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don’t you think it’s strange?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
‘Twas more than I could take, pity for pity’s sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don’t even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Oh, you’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
December 19, 2008 at 10:44 am · Filed under Abuse, Art, Christianity, Humanity, life, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Poetry, Riddles, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: christmas, cordieb, family, god, Love, peace, riddle, spirit, spiritual, Spirituality
The Eye of God - Courtesy of CordieB
There is a comfort about me
Allowing the soul to rest
Leaving no room for feelings of uncertainty or emptiness
There is a peace of mind I bring . . .
Whenever my essense surrounds
which is more valuable than all riches
I am where home can be found . . .
You will feel God must have placed you here
And left you in comfort . . . knowing you are where
you are loved; you are free . . .
You are just where you are suppose to be . . .
You you are welcomed; you are true
You are incredibly, honestly, gloriously You. . . .
I bring. . .. warm blankets of security covering
the body, mind, and spirit
without feelings of smothering
or fears of dreaded unknowing
I give a simple easiness
leaving no unexplained longing
Who am I. . . Click below for riddle answer . . .
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December 14, 2008 at 5:58 pm · Filed under Christianity, Observations and tagged: adult, Blessings, children, cordieb, god, growing up, insight, life, living, Love, men, responsbility, sam, teenagers
The Measurement of a Man Lies in His Heart
When you can keep composure and know just what to do
While others are loosing theirs; while blaming it on you
When you can believe in self, when others say you can’t
Yet still love those others, regardless of negative affirmant
When you can remain patient without growing too weary of the wait
When you can make the best of dire circumstances come what may
And realize your part; not blame others or blame fate
When being hated by others doesn’t cause you to practice hate
And evil deeds upon you is not dealt with in evil retaliate
When being lied about doesn’t cause you to become a liar
and yet not believe or boast on being the the better or the wiser
When you can dream and not become a perpetual daydreamer
When you can solicit assistance without resorting to being a schemer
When you can think, while not being obsessed with your thoughts
When you can admit to mistakes without having been caught
When you can accept criticism without pointing fingers back
And not take all criticism as a personal attack
When you can summon courage in the mist of paralyzing fears
When you are not afraid to cry; as strength often comes with tears
When you can face disaster and triumph just the same
realizing they are one–just with a different name
When you can risk it all in the investment of a dream
loose it all; but not loose faith and start all over again
Keeping life in perspective, never bothering to complain
When you can walk in a crowd of evil, yet still keep your virtue
When you can not loose sight of the goodness within you
When you can have abundance, yet not forget from where you came
When you can be tied in bondage, yet your freedom still remains
When you can learn life’s lessons in all that come and go
Not ever falsely thinking you know all there is to know
When you can give all you can, still knowing when to say no
Realizing true friends count with you; not simply take and go
When you can give from the heart to those less fortune than self
And not measure richness on material wealth
When you can love, realizing love may not be returned the same
Then you shall possess a gift held in the heart of a real man
When you can realize the powers you so blessedly possess
Knowing with God’s Grace comes unique responsibilities
When you can converse with royalty with wisdom inner borne
And also communicate with beggars, realizing we are all of one
then life will start revealing light like a distant rising sun
And when you strive to master these truths, you shall be a man, my son
–Written especially for Sam, my wonderful son , pictured above. Sam is 16. I imagine you remember being 16 . . . no need to say more. . . lol
Inspired by Rudyard Kipling’s “If”
December 13, 2008 at 8:21 pm · Filed under Christianity, Humanity, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: faith, giving, hope, important matters, Love, peace, realization, riddle, self, sharing, spiritual riddle, Spirituality, stars, Wishful thinking, Wishing
You may never touch us physically, but spiritually we are always in your grasp;
We are radiance and pure energy which so often make the children gasp
In awe of our beauty and the multitude of sparks
that twinkle and glitter in the dark from the fields, neighborhoods, and parks
You may gaze upon our radiance and make a wish or two
We may even understand you, as we very often do.
We gaze down upon your wonderment, as you look up to the skies
In a wishful belief and comfort that we can dry your teary eyes.
If we could answer all your prayers and your wishes make them true,
We’d simply tell you truthfully, all the answers lie in you.
We are here to provide you beauty, light, warmth and energy;
To aide you in a moment of escape from today’s imagery
To render beauty and calmness in the night amongst today’s mad, twisted twirl;
And to help you realize God’s creation is far beyond your small, small world
To remind you that you’re not alone in your troubles, wants and cares,
For many a child and man have upon us wished a trillion different prayers.
We would tell you it matters not so much your worldly false needs or desire;
For your needs and wants come and go; and no condition is so dire–
That it won’t pass as all does, you see nothing remains the same;
For every night turns to day; even we will someday lose our flame.
But it gives us great delight in knowing that we’ve encouraged you once more,
We shine to provide sparkle and energy which may inspire you to soar
To reach to us in aspiration and live each day with abilities to cope,
With each moment’s joys and disappointments with love, faith and hope
We ourselves wish that our light will give you guidance on how to live your life–
That you’ll in-turn love others on your sphere and always shine your love light.
That you’ll give a boost of inpiration to that man in grave dispair
Or to that child who is homeless, hungry; or simply needs someone to care.
That you will be a guiding light for aimless souls searching in the dark,
For someone headed down a dark path in life may only need a spark
Of love and compassion from you to boost start and point the way
To the wonderful, truthful realization that all is not in dismay.
So shine your light as we do and dream upon us if you wish.
But remember blessings are to be passed on; not to be kept–selfish.
If you want to make your deepest, intermost wishes come true
Take a closer look at self, and what is genuinely you.
Not external values, such as money, fame and passing romance
But what’s in the inside – what really makes you dance.
If you wish upon me tonight, I’d bet a million, trillion light years
That the time will come when you will no longer have the same illusionary fears.
Or false demands or needs for happiness as you think you do now.
And upon me you’ll have another wish upon your fretfull, sweet brow.
We would tell you a change in circumstances must always start with you;
You frame your life by your thoughts, beliefs, and all that you do.
We would remind you everything you need in this life has already been given.
The key is in accepting, embracing and love for the life you’re now living.
I’m sure you know the riddles’s answer, as the clues are quasars
We are objects of wishful thinking, we are simply the stars. . .
By CordieB
You are so wonderful just as you are right now! The stars look up at you!
December 12, 2008 at 12:00 am · Filed under Christianity, Love, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Riddles, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: acceptance, Art, destiny, fate, future, god, Humanity, Jesus, Love, Observations, spiritual, spiritual riddle
This is a reposting. . . with a little extra . . . I thought about this after reading Why Paisley’s, "An Ordinary Man."
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You may try to escape me, but I will always be just a whisper ahead of you; You do not truly understand that I mean you no harm. I am your constant companion, through thick and thin, through triumphs and failures.
You and I are so closely woven, that not even the greatest love or lust can ever really permanently separate us; Our magnetism is so strong, that I will eventually find you and you will eventually find me.
You may desire to change me, to mold me into what you would have me to be. There are times you may think you’ve suceeded. However, in retrospect, you would only be fooling yourself;
My mysterious illusion may cause you to go through great lenghths in a futile attempt to find out exactly what I’m all about.
You may run in the opposite direction in an attempt to flee from me, but aha… I am still just a tad ahead of you! In your haste, you will certainly slam right into me.
You may have even seen a glimpse of me in a distant world, but my charisma is such, that you really couldn’t tell if it was in fact me. I saw your glimpse and awaited quietly for you to catch up.
I have cried for you and smiled for you. You are all that I have. In the realness of it all, I totally depend upon you, for without you I cease to exist.
You may hate me, love me or fear me. But usually, you treat me with total disregard. I simply want you to embrace me. However, when all is said and done, you will definitely accept me.
Who am I. Read the rest of this entry »
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