Godly poem
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I was to be born yesterday / but my mother didn’t want me, / so, she went to see an M.D. / and two other ‘doctors’ she had to see. / They helped her get rid of me, / these upstanding men with their ‘P.H.D.’s’. Now I won’t be able to grow up to be / an outstanding member of the community / nor help to conquer a rare disease / or grow old with friends to surround me. Never to write a line of poetry / or dance and live and love, you see / I’ve never had a chance to be, / because mother didn’t want me. © amari / ___ Job 31:18: (For from my youth he was brought up with me, as with a father, and I have guided her from my mother’s womb;) Ps 22:10: I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother’s belly. Ps 127:3: Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. Isa 44:2: Thus saith the LORD that made thee, and formed thee from the womb, Isa 44:24: Thus saith the LORD, thy redeemer, and he that formed thee from the womb, I am the LORD that maketh all things; that stretcheth forth the heavens alone; that spreadeth abroad the earth by myself; Isa 49:15: Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. Jer 1:5: Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations. / ________ “The moral test of any society is how it treats its weakest members.” ”...how it treats its weakest members” (according to the internet it was Ghandi, Churchill, Truman, etc, etc, etc.) Words like those of Mahatma Ghandi who said, “A nation’s greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members.” / Churchill said that you measure the degree of civilisation of a society by how it treats its weakest members. Truman said a society will be judged by how it treats its weakest members. “Any society, any nation, is judged on the basis of how it treats its weakest members—the last, the least, the littlest.” ~Cardinal Roger Mahony, In a 1998 letter, Creating a Culture of Life It is said that the worth of society can be measured by the manner in which it treats its weakest member. “The greatness of any city can be judged by the way it treats its weakest member.” You can judge the character and quality of life in a community by how it treats its weakest members It is said that a civilization is measured by how it treats its weakest members – including, of course, it children. The greatness of America is in how it treats its weakest members: the elderly, the infirm, the handicapped, the underprivileged, the unborn. ~Bill Federer “A society will be judged on the basis of how it treats its weakest members and among the most vulnerable are surely the unborn and the dying,” ~Pope John Paul II If one considers the observation that the worth and dignity of a civilization is judged by the way it the treats its weakest members, we cannot help but look back in shame at our past. ~Social Justice Yesterday – Today – Tomorrow, A Critical Reflection, By Rudolf Rickes I created this image with a series of actions. First I took a drawing I did of the infant’s hand in the man’s hand and softened it using Adobe Photoshop 3 smudged tool. Next, I used Photoshop CS3 to merge that image with a photo of an infant’s face which you can see if you look behind the planet..it shows up in the sky. Following that, I modified the colors of that image, inversed it and added it to an image I had created using Apophysis fractal art – using the ‘difference’ mode. Then I merged those images. Next, I modified the colors of the hands and overlayed them onto the merged image to enhance and modify the final colors. Done. / ________ I would like to share a beautiful poem with you written by the extremely talented “Amber Elizabeth.” Amber was inspired by this work of art to write this wonderful work of poetry called Fine woven Thread Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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WHEN ALL THE FRIENDS ARE GONE / AND I AM ALL ALONE… / NO ONE TO TELL MY TROUBLES TO, / THAT IS WHEN I HAVE TO LOOK / FOR A BETTER WAY… WHEN I FIND NO ONE AROUND / AND PAIN SEEPS INTO MY BONES… / HE IS THERE TO HEAR MY VOICE. / THAT IS WHEN I HAVE TO SEE / THERE IS A BETTER WAY. ©amari There is a beautiful song that I would like to share with you that put this message into such a wonderful way of letting go of the loneliness and pain Rebirthblue I dedicate this work to everyone who may find themselves all alone and in need of a friend. Heb 13:5: Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. / Heb 13:6: So that we may boldly say, The Lord is my helper, and I will not fear what man shall do unto me. / Heb 13:8: Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever. I took this photo of a little hummingbird on one of my shoots just north of the City of Orange, California a few years ago. It was at a bird reserve. The sun had just gone down and the sky had this beautiful yellow-gold cast to it. Edited in Photoshop CS3. Orton effect applied to image. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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THE UNKNOWN SEEMS UNCLEAR, / AS IT DRAWS ME EVER NEARER. / THE SOFT STRAINS OF LAVENDER / MELANCHOLY MEMORIES PLAY A LIGHT / SOLILOQUY IN MY EAR. IN FOREBODING SILENCE I / CONTEMPLATE THE WAY THE MOMENTS FLY. / WHILE IN LINGERING SPASMS OF TIME, / THE INQUISITIONS AND ACQUISITIONS / FILL THE CHASMS OF MY MIND. I FEEL YET INCOMPLETE, / AT A LOSS, I CANNOT SPEAK. / FOR THE WORDS / WOULD LOSE THEIR MEANING, / AS I DESCRIBE THAT WHICH I SEE. IN A GLORIOUS FLASH OF LIGHT, / IN A NEBULOUS STATE AM I. / ALL I’VE LEARNED / IS JUST A STONE / IN THE BUILDING OF MY MIND. WE ARE MORE THAN I. / I, MY SOUL, AND I, MY MIND AND I, / THE CHILD OF GOD… / FILL THIS LIFE AND SHARE THIS BODY, / ‘TIL I DIE. amari I was sitting in a training session many years ago learning all the rules and regulations of a new job. Then I found myself caught up and carried away in thought and this verse filled my very being and I wrote it down quickly before it was lost. In those days I was still searching for my purpose of being alive and striving to find the answers. Now…I am at peace and realize that loving God is my purpose in life…and reflecting His light in my life is the greatest thing I can ever do. The artwork was created using PS applying several overlays including an eye photo image and apophysis digital art. Edited with Micrografx and enhanced with Photomatrix hdr. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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poem over painting by same name. The Christian Cross should not be veiwed as a lack of recognition or acknowledgement that peoples of many faiths, Jewish, Muslim and others who have sacrificed much. db
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“Stitched” – Poster Size – 5×4 Layout 20 panels of series of 20. The piece is intended to be displayed using 20 individual canvases/panels to make up the one piece.
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Growing up in poverty, / we struggled thru each day. / picking cotton, picking peaches, / picking prunes to pay our way. Feeling sorry for myself one day, / my mother overheard me complain. / “Stop,” she said, “and think / how lucky you are to live another day.” “Give thanks to God you’re healthy, / and all your limbs remain / unbroken and you’re not only beautiful / but you have a brain.” Keeping my muttering to myself, / I thought, “That’s easy for you to say. / but what good is being healthy? / and picking cotton doesn’t take a brain.” I’d heard about starving children in China / every time we ate. / But beans and potatoes were boring / when tha’ts the only thing on your plate. Then, one night when work was over / and it was very, very late, / I heard a muffled sobbing / and I turned to look that way. Thru the moonlight in the window / I saw my mother and heard her say, / “Thank you for my children / and carrying me thru this day.” I lay there quietly watching / and listening to her pray. / “Please don’t think I’m complaining, / this prayer is for my children,” she said. “They haven’t had the chance to see / your loving special grace / because they’re too young to look for / and recognize your face.” “So, I’m asking you to bless them / and help them rise above this place. / Yes, Lord they are healthy / and, for that, I give you thanks.” “But they mean more than life to me, / so won’t you help them and guide their steps away. / Though I’d love to keep them by my side, / I’ll give that up if they can just escape.” Her prayer went on for awhile / and tears ran down my face / as I listened to her pour her heart out / for God’s abiding grace. amari Image created with Photoshop CS3, Apophysis Fractal art, and Micrografx utilizing photo images and fractal art layers. / ___ Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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Another visual representation of one of my poems: Guardian I hope this poem and image comforts you during the dark times in life.
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May your holidays be filled / with blessings and joy. / God Bless your Home…. / _____ Count Your Blessings When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed, / When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost, / Count your many blessings, name them one by one, / And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done. / Count your blessings, name them one by one, / Count your blessings, see what God hath done! Author: Johnson Oatman, Jr. / 1856-1922 / ___ Image created with Apophysis Fractal Art program. Edited with Photoshop and Micrografx. Digital Art. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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My Mother
by amaricaA lesson in my life about being grateful for what I have been given. My Mother was a great inspiration to me and this poem is dedicated t…
Poem about a mother’s love and inspration. This poem inspired the artwork “God’s Abiding Grace”. If you would like to view the art, please click here
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Panel 4 of series of 20.
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God is ....
by VulcanI pray every night, / Read the word, / And see the next day, / How He works,
God is….
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and my last version….thank you to my friend!
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They bring music, they bring light, / offering a magic night / full of stories, full of tales, / and their magic never fails / to enchant the willing masses, / time so very swiftly passes. / Drunken by the sound and light, / believers aim for pure delight, / dancing with the burning stars, / passing Venus, Moon and Mars / on their way to oblivion, / each of them being a cosmic son / or daughter of the universe, / strong against any curse / and any evil spell, / they would even challenge hell / to get what they desire: / to be burnt by their Gods’ fire. (written at the Genesis concert in Berlin Olympiastadion) (Copyright Ines Langs, July 3, 2007)
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The Lord has brought us together. / We shall want no other. / He shall make our way to prosper. / He will lead us into peace and harmony. / He daily restores our love for His Name’s sake. / He leads us in the right paths for which we give thanks. / Yes, we shall walk thru the valleys together. / Fearlessly, He will keep us with each other, / for He is with us. / He prepares a full table before us / & our cup is full of His blessings. / Surely His goodness & His mercy shall / follow us all the days of our lives. / And He shall dwell in our hearts and our home forever. In Jesus name / Amen / amari This work was created using Photoshop 3, Photoshop CS3, Cllipart images, overlayed with Fractal art created in Apophysis. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain.All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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A Christmas Wish
by Karin Taylor....g’day, guess what – i just sold 2 Christmas Wish tees!! ....such a nice suprise !! / I don’t even know who to, so if you’re out ther…
....g’day, guess what – i just sold 2 Christmas Wish tees!! ....such a nice suprise !! / I don’t even know who to, so if you’re out there, and see this, and i hope you do / A GREAT BIG THANK YOU!!!! / and i hope you enjoy wearing these on Chrissy day!! / ....I’ve sold 3 now, the first one was to my mum, aaaaaaaaaaaaw :) The caption reads / / A Christmas Wish / A star to light your way / A tree to help you breathe / A heart to help you live / Christmas Wish Tee on Black Colour / Christmas Wish Tee on Red Colour THE STORY – HOW COME I MADE THIS DESIGN IN THE FIRST PLACE? / i was talking to Coppertrees / and she challenged me to come up with something / to do with a beautiful poem she’d loaded and a xmas / tree she’d created…. I came up with the idea…that tiny things are just as important as big things…. / a tiny heart gifts as much life as a huge heart / a tiny tree gives us air to breathe / a tiny star provides light to guide us….. It matters not that things are small, or have small beginnings, they are still worthwhile, as worthwhile as the big things, and as it says in the song / from little things big things grow ........................................................................................................ / Psssst….....Christmas Cards offer – 6 cards for $21.60 / or $3.60 each (instead of the usual $29.70) /
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Falling Angel
by dogpriestFalling angel, / tie back your hair, / rejected, / the hand is never fair, / questioning, / you now know, / you will always dare. Don’t get…
This is another old one, redone because half the words I couldn’t read, lol / My writting used to be shit, once described by a teacher in primary school as a spiders web. Encouraging motherfuckers, yeh, lol
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I Am God.
by Paul Louis Villani…And soon I’ll be baptised! / I will rise even higher! / No need to associate with the outside! / I am beyond everyone now!
A song written at a time when life, religion and the existence of a God was being questioned. This was written from the perspective of three individuals… The Converted (TC), The Religious Teacher (TRT) and myself, The Observer (TO)… / If you would like to listen to the song follow this link and click on the song title. / It’s a bit of an epic, approx 7 minutes long, the bands name was “Suck This” and was recorded at Frontline Sound Studios. / . Vehicular works / Architecture / Transitional Industrial Utopian Series / Abstract / Beautiful Humans / Wearable Art / Cards For All Occasions / . / / . / You can also listen to PLV’s music / . / Please take a look at the wonderful work of / Deverie /
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Cancer...
by Sheila PasketCANCER Crushed… / Torn…. / Wanting more. Caner… / Holding on come hell or high water… / A mom loosing her first b…
I haven’t shared this with many of you, but I guess now’s as good a time as any. My Aunt, JoAnn Aikman, my mom’s oldest sister….has been battling cancer now for many years. I’m not sure if it’s been 4 or 5 yrs now as we’ve lost count with all the battles from being cancer free, to getting it again, the hospital stays, the many tests, to the chemo…and now to Hospice. She’s been in the hospital now since Thursday, Oct 16, 2008. She’s just going on the down hill journey now. There is no more they can do, and has been this way for about a month now, but now it’s just getting through those last days. Her doctor has talked her into going on Hospice Care so they can keep her comfortable at home. Her cancer started out in her lungs, and she’s never smoked a day in her life! After about the 3rd battle with it coming back, it decided to come back with a vengence and spread to her liver. They thought they could stop it with chemo, but to no avail it kept on spreading. I wrote this at 1am this morning because my heart was just burdened for her pain & suffering, and I just kept praying for GOD to stop the battle. She’s tired, and ready to go HOME…HEAVEN. We had a great visit with her on Thursday, and she laughed ‘til she actually had a few tears fall. I captured the best moment I could ask for of her & my mom just laughing their hearts out….so much so that they spilled her tea. LOL :o) I will upload that photo later. Please keep her in your prayers, as well as her husband, 4 children 12 grandchildren (I believe is the right number….some do not live in Tx..so it’s hard to keep up), and the rest of our family. We all need GOD’s strength to let go, and allow her to go HOME….HEAVEN.
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"Only" Human
by Daniel RarelaI raise their eyebrows, and laugh in their faces / My sense of humor is king / And I laugh at myself, cause’ I’m lovin’ myself To be hum…
Published in Cal Poly Pomona’s literary magazine – Harvest International, Issue #33 This one is dedicated to anyone who’s ever felt inferior, small, ugly, flawed, or insignificant. I’ve got some news for you – God made you beautiful and loves you in spite of all the flaws people say you have. You matter. You count. You are worth it. You are beautiful. And you are never out of the reach of the love of Jesus.
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fresh pallet!
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FAITHFUL IS HE WHO HAS PROMISED [poem by Annie Johnson Flint] / Are you passing through a testing. Is your pillow wet with tears? Do you wonder what the reason, Why it seems God never hears? Why it is you have no answer To your oft, repeated plea, Why the heaven still is leaden As you wait on bended knee? Do you wonder as you suffer, Whether God does understand, And if so, why He ignores you, Fails to hold you in His Hand? / Do black doubts creep in, assail you, Fears without—and fears within, Till your brave heart almost falters And gives way to deadly sin? All God’s testings have a purpose, Someday you will see the light. All He asks is that you trust Him, Walk by faith and not by sight. / Do not fear when doubts beset you, Just remember – He is near; He will never, never leave you, He will always, always hear. Faithful is He who has promised, He will never let you fall, Daily will the strength be given Strength for each and strength for all. / He will gladly share pain with you, He will gladly give you peace. Till your tired and weary body Finds its blessed, glad release. When the darkened veil is lifted, Then, dear heart, you’ll understand Why it is you had to suffer, Why you could not feel His hand Giving strength when it was needed, Giving power and peace within. Giving joy thru tears and trial, Giving victory over sin. So till then just keep on trusting, Thru the sunshine and the rain. [Heb. 10:23 Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised;)]
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Footprints poem, contemporary christian art
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