Category: poetry
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Celebrate
In an age when days grow dim and evil abounds; there is more reason for me to celebrate as a child of God~ That I have been set apart, and positioned at such time as this, to shine Yeshua’s light in me and through me, to bear witness to…
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Queen of the Night
A rare bloomplanted in this world,I have but a lifetimeof brief momentsto live, to blossom,to fulfill my purpose,and return to eternitywhen the last breathis drawn… One lifetimeof brief momentsto cherish everymem’ry of loving,of hope and giving,of death and suffering,of faith and believing~despite tragedies,amid loneliness. ~MJ🌺 (22 Apr 2024)
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Tov (Good)
I welcomed the week with Shavua tov, the morning with boker tov,the eveningwith erev tov, and somewherein betweenthe boker and erev, someone, for some reasonI couldn’t quiteunderstand, greeted me with a mazal tov… 🤷🏻♀️ But all is well, my dayand week, I could tell, til I bid bedtimewith laila tov; and the same someone bade…
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Chance Encounter
We were bothsearching for love~ He, in the flesh I, in souls… We both wantedthe security of love~ Me, grounded in faith He, not at the expense of his freedom… A chance encounter~ Journeys unlikely be joined, for obvious reasons. ~ MJ🌺 (10.20.2023)
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Haiku | My King & God
Moments I hold dearThe complete rapture in loveOf my King and God ~ MJ 🌺——-*Posted in X, 4.18.2024 for HaikuChallenge prompt (dear)
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Haiku | Hidden sanctum
A hidden sanctumCloistered in the vast heavensAmong fields of dreams ~ MJ 🌺——-*Posted in X, 4.19.2024 for HaikuChallenge prompt (dream)
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Reminiscing
Relishing the moment of quiet solitude of dawn with a mug of coffee keeping me company… The ambient stillness inviting, calling me away to drift in the byways of a chance encounter in my recent past… Enticing… But… Should I even bother? ~MJ 🌺 [4.11.2024]
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My secrets with Luna
Once before, I remember gazing at the moon, and whispering things to the stars… For a while I thought I was speaking secretly to the rain, when an eavesdropping wind came… Gabbing my furtive talks, inviting a willful stranger; maybe a wayward, meandering spook listening heedlessly yet intently to engage my soul to a ciphered…