Spiritual Revelations for Humans Seeking Humanity in Humans ~CordieB.
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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….
December 27, 2011 at 5:44 pm · Filed under Observations
Away in a manger a long time ago…
a babe was born who longed to bring hope.
Three fourths of humanity worship the birth of this child
Yet, so few of us walk the path of the meek and the mild…
So few of strive to love our fellow man…
Though we hate and despise, still we worship the Man
So often we use Christ life’s purpose in vain
So few of us love our neighbors as Christ so diligently taught
We’ve turned his his walk into commercialism;
that can only be brought…
In stores to perhaps give a temporary smile
to those who can afford it…perhaps for a while
While others lay hungry, homeless and poor
we bustle and hustle to all of the stores . . .
Stressing ourselves to buy more, more and more…
We walk into churches each Sunday for Christ’s Sake
pointing fingers at those who have lost all their faith
due to heartless believers who so often spur hate
and pay all our dues for a religious retreat
yet somewhere a family is cold; abandoned, with nothing to eat
We speak of our Jesus with majestic love for the Man
never practicing that which He stood for– love for all humans
In fact we even practice hatred in His Holy name
and swear it is Christ-like to inflict such pain
Christ walked this earth to teach us to love
In hope that we not destroy humanity and the earth thereof
When will we practice the lessons taught by the babe who was born
in a manger to parents who were poor, ostracized and forlorn . . . ?
Let us remember the reason for the season by loving our neighbors and start treating others as we would have others treat us. Christ was about LOVE, PERIOD. All other agendas we may have are our own. Let us strive to keep this in mind this season and all seasons.
As always, Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.
August 9, 2011 at 10:49 pm · Filed under Love, Mental Stress, mindfullness, Observations, Poetry, spiritual, Spirituality and tagged: a course in miracles, Love, relationships, self love, spiritual, woe
Woe is he who played the fool
Who lost himself; yet broke no rule
Woe is he who lived the perfect lie
Yet bears no blame for his own cry
Woe is he, living for someone else
A worthy deed, but faux no less
Woe is he who changed for love
Whose truest self, he gave not of
Woe is the man who doesn’t love self
And yet expects this love from someone else…
Written by CordieB
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“Nothing real can be threatened; nothing unreal exists.” ~A Course in Miracles
“As you see him you will see yourself.
As you treat him you will treat yourself.
As your think of him you will think of yourself.
Never forget this, for in him you will find yourself or lose yourself. ” ~A Course in Miracles
July 28, 2011 at 12:00 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: aging, Art, cordieb, giving, living, loving, peace, poems, Poetry, sharing, Spirituality
The Sands of Ebony Time, Photo Courtesy of CordieB and G; AKA GLove
The Sands of Ebony Time Shows on My Face
The bitter – sweetness of life and love leaves its trace
From whence an infant of purity and subtle innocence
To the ageless beauty of a woman’s essense
The lines shown around my deep brown eyes
Map a life of much laughter, joys and cries
My hands are wearing down like melten butter
From years of living love; caring for self and others
The expressions on my face reflect so clear
Wisdom and insight gained throughout the years
Living and loving through thick and thin
Embracing God’s grace and mercy of love within
Sharing my gift of love with countless souls
Experiencing the allness of life as time takes its toll
On the temporary shell for my spirit as life’s novel reveals
More mysteries for the heart; if my Creator so wills
Reeping the blessing of so many souls
Gracious of the puzzle that makes life whole
For me as the time passes so quickly it seems
Like only yesterday, I dreamth my very first dreams
As the sands of time harmonize with the winds of fate
that causes all soul’s shells to disinigrate and dissipate
but love and the inner soul survives, energizes and recreates
Thus the cycle of life recycles to invigorate . .
The newborne babe who starts life anew
Through his eyes and cries he reaches out to me and you.
In the eyes of the young we realize life’s wonders beginning again;
Awsomely, were all intricately weaved in a bigger plan . . .
To ensure that love for life continues on . . .
By sharing love, wisdom and knowlege when we inspire and pass on. . .
the Hands of Ebony Time’s blessed love-life seed
To all kindred spirits whose souls we feed.
~Written By CordieB.
PS. If you read this on my pictorial blog; it has changed somewhat. Of course I didn’t change one of my most dearest reader’s favorite line in the poem. I write this to remind us that although age takes its toll on the body, love and time makes the spirit stronger indeed. Pass on your love and embrace the love of others to ensure that your spirit remains strong yet gentle. For one sweet day when the spirit’s shell is ready for rest, you will find peace, joy and comfort in the love you’ve given and received.
Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.
June 10, 2011 at 10:30 pm · Filed under Observations
ShoeDazzle – Online Deal
$19 for Handbag, Jewelry Set, or Pair of Shoes
Hello ladies!!! I know many of you have heard of the new shoe clubs, which work like book clubs; whereas if you’ve never tried one, I’d suggest, Shoe Dazzle. And now is the best time to try. For a limited time, new customers can receive a 19 dollars off of the regular 39 dollar price for shoes. This deal doesn’t come around often, so now is a great time to try out Shoe Dazzle. Believe me, you’ll love it! My fav this month are Vogue, a signature heal, limited edition shoe (pictured below) and Annalee, pictured above. Here’s the link to the coupon.
June 9, 2011 at 6:05 am · Filed under Observations and tagged: chic, discount, fashion, Shiekh, shoe bargains, shoe coupons, shoes, stillettos, urban shoes, women
Current Mood:
Cool & 
Esctatic
Today, I’d like to introduce you to a great shoe store which has the most reasonably priced Dazling shoes I’ve seen on the internet. Shiekh shoes! They have fabulous heels for the ladies; and nice casuals for the men. Today, you can get 20 percent off any order of 100 dollars or more + receive free shipping. Because so many items are on sale, you may be able to pick up at least 5 pairs of super cools shoes, including pumps, wedges, and stillito heals. Check them out!
November 26, 2010 at 12:00 am · Filed under Observations and tagged: Add new tag, African American, Community, Community Awareness, Deshawn Taylor, Deshun Taylor, drugs, hood, I\'m Tired, Juviniles, killing, murder, Richmond, street violence, VA, violence, youth
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Deshun Taylor – 14 year olf killed while walking home – not the intended victim- an innocent life gone so soon!
I’m tired of living in the hood
Where gray is brain and red is blood
And children would leave if they could
And poor families are often misunderstood
I’m tired of seeing young folk roll in chairs
with wheels who can no longer climb the stairs
not because they were born with such disableness
but because they were shot; blessed to live no less
I’m tired of seeing mothers sobbing and crying
whild holding a child on the street that is dying
I’m tired of seeing fathers sigh
while cursing God and asking why
I’m tired of seeing brothers and sisters mad at the world; feeling defeat
because their brother’s been killed by their friend down the street
I’m tired of seeing whole neighborhoods in dispair in need of repair
And everyone talking but nobody’s walking the walk or showing they care
I’m tired of praying for an uneventful day
Instead of for real things, like people should pray
I’m tired of the fear to walk to the store
or call the police for fear of turf war;
for fear that my own children will bear consequence
of me aiding the law makers in stopping the noncense.
I’m tired of not having the words to say to a relative
whose lost her son and is trying to live on and forgive
I’m tired of not knowing just what to convey
to that parent at the funeral – tell me what would you say?
I’m tired of mothers and fathers not teaching their own
about life respect and those many seeds that should be sown
instead of street, drugs, disrespect and tit for tat
thinking thug is cute; in the drug game with wallets fat
I’m tired of parents loosing all control
of their own self-respect to their 12-year old
I’m tired of parents being too lazy, tired or scared to disipline
Or trying to be cool; you can’t be a parent and be his friend
Even a real friend tells a friend right from wrong
Not leave it up to him to find out on his own
I tell you! I am sick and damn tired
of young babies with babies who end up expired
before they are 20; oftentimes even younger
What happend to neighborhood unity; I wonder!
I’m tired of everyone scared to speak up
of the filth and the rubbish that is all down the block
In fear of that thug down the street with a glock
I’m tired of whispering a prayer of relief when I find
out the teen laying out on the street is not one of mine
I’m tired of no activities; no community centers
No movies or skatelands; no positive mentors
We’ve all dropped the ball on a whole generation
of young people who know no love from our nation
I’m tired of those who refuse to inconvience themself
for the benefit of the life of a child, inspite of themself
I’m tired of the talking papers, the reports and surveys
The crack and the smack and lean that causes brain decay
I’m tired of the empty prayers placed on the shelf
I’m tired of the hood; I’m tired of myself.
~Written by CordieB.
Every Friday, I usually join my Photo Friday club; This week’s theme is Unlucky . I was simply too sick and tired to take a picture this week – besides, I couldn’t think of anything more unfortunate than the loss of a child – some call it unlucky – some call it fate – some call it God’s will. My daughter’s neighbor’s child, who was only 14 year’s old was killed on Wednesday while walking home. Word is that he was not the intended victim; an innocent bystander. One of the bullets came through my daughter’s window, along with more bullets that came through other neighbor’s windows. I’ts a blessing that no one else was hurt. I’m whispering a prayer for the family of Deshun Taylor, I can feel his mothers grief. I pray that she will be able to make it through this terrible time. I’m whispering a prayer for all of us, although I’m sick and tired!
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Update on Deshun Taylor’s case:
All three suspects in the Wednesday killing of an East End seventh-grade middle school student have been arrested, a crowd mourning the death of the slain boy learned last night.
The mourners were gathered for a candlelight prayer vigil in the 2200 block of Fairfield Avenue, near where 14-year-old Deshun Taylor was felled by a bullet Wednesday about 2 p.m.
Alicia Rasin, an advocate for the families of homicide victims, announced shortly after 8 p.m. that interim Police Chief David McCoy just had told her the third suspect had been caught. Read More . . .
More Posts and News
A few of Comments from Richmond Citizens
Vigil Photos
October 27, 2010 at 11:14 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: Depression, faith, Love, sadness, Spirituality, Wish Casting
Current Mood:
Sad
Thru the Fire ~Sketched by CordieB.
What is it that I wish to shed?
A foot that feels it’s filled with lead
A sunrise giving light to dread
Another day must be lived on
With empty promises never born
What is it I wish to reveal…
Beneath the darkened shadowed veal?
If I have the strength to exfoliate
The deadened skin – the armored plate
That grew and calloused over faith
What shall I find beneath the skin?
Soft fleshy cells where life begins?
A moment to begin anew?
The healing of fresh morning dew
When all surfaces have fallen apart
Love sheds light upon the darkened heart
~Written by CordieB.
Posted for and inspired by Wishcasting Wednesday: What do you wish to shed? Join us in casting your wishes each Wednesday!
And so it will be so!
Peace, Light and Love,
CordieB.
August 18, 2010 at 10:21 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: America, controversy, Maya Angelou, Mosque, United States, World Trade Center
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no more hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,
Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.
The River sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.
Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers–desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot …
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.
I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours–your Passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning. |
~Maya Angelou
August 2, 2010 at 10:39 pm · Filed under Art, Observations and tagged: action, Ambition, Complacent, CordieB. The Naked Soul, discovery, Dreams, fear, House of Many Mansions, inspiration, Inspirational, letting go, Love, mindfullness, Moving, poem, Poetry, possibilities, potential, Releasing Fear, spiritual, Windows of Opportunity, Wisdom
Current Mood: Esctatic
Possibilities Are On the Horizon - CordieB
There are vast possibilities on the horizon; It’s up to us to manifest those possibilities into realities!
The Woman and Her Mansions ~CordieB.
She lived in a house of…
Many Mansions
Countless Doors
Infinite Windows and
Endless Floors
~~~
Yet she confined herself to…
One small house
One small room
Her comfort zone…
Filled with unfulfilling gloom
~~~
Many windows of…
Opportunity came her way
Opened doors –
Yet here she stayed…
Afraid to leave
Her cramped comfort zone
Yet inside, she’d often
bitch moan and groan
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Over time she…
Over-decorated her little room
With too much brick-a-brat
Familiar clutter…
A little of this, A lot of that
Obstructing her windows
Covering her floors…
Obscuring her vision
Blocking her doors…
Taking her breath!!
Out of control!!
Killing her softly…
Draining her soul…
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Until one day she was brave enough to…
Release the shutters!
Open the doors!
Roll out the carpet!
Explore other floors!
Bask in the sunshine!
Laugh in the rain!
Experience the world
Through both joy and pain!
~~~
She began exploring her many mansions and…
Seek new adventures!
Become experimental!
Redecorating her once limited mind…
With knowledge and boundless potential!
~Written by CordieB.
In my Father’s house are many mansions ~ The Bible, John 14:2
Inspired by the Naked Soul. Thanks Mark!
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