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I learn a long time ago just how real that you are here on the earth.
You have reveal yourself to me in so many different levels here.
I seen just exactly how Real you are throughout my whole life.
You could had let me die as a infant, but you gave me a purpose.
That needed to be fulfill here just like you did for so many others.
So many of us your people, have seen you in a light that powerful.
For you really do reveal yourself to those that seek you whole heartily.
For he Loves us and holds our life  in his hands, healing us as well.
Allowing no harm to befall us, that would take our life from here.
Until the time that he deems that is our time to go home to heaven.
Written by different men at different times but flawless,
Before some things were scientifically proven,they were already written down,
Examples of these are;the earth being spherical,air having weight,stars being different,earth floating in space,etc
Evidently,its the most read book world wide
Its the book of wisdom,encouragement,salvation,protection,strength even love,
Read it more often,
When you read it,you're never alone,you may feel lonely but God is always there with you,talk to Him as He speaks to you through His word,
It contains the bread of life.
Those are the scriptures>1.Creation is made up of invisible elements = Hebrews 11 v3
2. The Earth is a sphere = Isaiah 40 v22
3.The Earth floats freely in space =Job 26 v7
4. There are innumerable stars = Jeremiah 32 v22
5. Each star is different and unique = 1 Corinthians 15 v41
6.Light moves = Job 38 v19- v20
7.The ocean floor contains deep valleys and mountains =2 Samuel 22 v16  & Jonah 2v6
8.The ocean contains springs = Job 38v16
9.Blood is the source of life and health = Leviticus 17 v11
10. Wind blows in cyclones = Ecclesiastes 1v6
11. Air has weight = Job 28 v25
All that was written way back,thousands of years ago..Indeed the bible is the real word of God.it lacks NOTHING!
 Sep 2015
Zoe
These hands hang down
and my heart droops within;
these feet are tired - my back sags
shouldering so much,
visible and invisible.
Oh Lord, sustain me,
I pray!
Lend me
strength to
continue,
lest I should
fall and not
be able
to get
up.

...
 Sep 2015
GaryFairy
the world is so backward
being forward puts you behind
looking upward, toward the heavens
hoping to find an outward shine
 Sep 2015
Christian Bixler
Once I saw a girl, standing
by the shore of a deepwater
pond, smooth and black as
polished glass, and she seemed
sad. Her hair matched the water,
in sheen and in color, and her skin
was the pale of alabaster, and there
were freckles on her cheeks and around
her blue eyes, and her lips were red.


I walked over to her, slowly, and I doffed
my hat, because she looked so delicate and
frail, and I deemed she would appreciate
all courtesy and propriety, and I composed
myself for the speech of gentles.


I said, "Lady, forgive my intrusion, but I
saw you standing here, watching your
reflection, and you seemed sad. Are you
alright? She looked up at me, and her face
was solemn, and her eyes were sorrowful.


"Sir," she said, and her voice was steady, though
it was laced with grief. "Sir, I am grateful for your
kindness, and you seem a gentleman, and not used
to the hardness of the world, and so are innocent of
true pain and true sorrow. This is a comfort to me, a
great comfort, and so I thank you for your bearing, but
now leave me, for I am weary and full of sorrow, and
desire to be alone with my thoughts"


I was struck then, with the beauty of her speech, and
beheld that she was indeed weary of both heart and
body, for her eyes were red rimmed, and her hands
shook with the smallest of tremors as she stood, there
before me.


"Lady," I said, " Lady, be not frightened to share your
troubles with me. It is true that I am a gentleman, and
therefore unused to the harsher rigors of the living
experience, but, believe me, Lady, when I say that
none of this matters to me, nor should it to you. I know
we are still new met, but already I feel as if you were a
close friend of many years, who has been absent for
sometime, and that we are only now reunited. Share
with me your troubles, and I will listen with a kind eye
and attentive bearing, for to me, your troubles are now
mine, and your sorrows my own."


She stood, frozen, her blue eyes wide with shock, and her
bearing was as that of a startled fawn in the moment before
flight. I made no move, and I held my breath, and I held her
eyes in mine, for I feared that if my attention faltered for but
an instant, she would vanish, like a doe into the shadows of the
trees. "Sir," she said, and faltered. "Sir," she said again, "you do
not know what you ask. And why should my troubles concern
you? This world does not allow for weakness to go unpunished."


"Lady," I spoke, and my voice was gentle. "tell me your sorrows."
She shivered. "Be it so then. I will tell you." She shook her head
and stared into the dark waters of the pond, reflective like the sheen of
polished ebony, stared at her reflection, gazing up at her from the
depths, and sighed. "My troubles began a mere three days prior to
this, and if they seem to you frivolous or unworthy, pray do not laugh,
but leave forthwith, and I will know your mind.


"Lady," I said, and though my voice was gentle still, it was now deep
also and steady, as a mountain before the storm. "tell me your sorrows.
I will listen. I will not laugh. This you know. Tell me your sorrows."
She shivered, again, and her lips parted, and her eyes were more full
of pain and of sorrow than I had yet seen them, and my heart ached
in my breast. "Be it so." she whispered, and her voice was as a
splintered shard of purest crystal.


"I was looking into a mirror, and admiring myself,
and was full of joy at the fullness of my figure, and
of the sheen of my hair. So fixed was I on my reflection
that I failed to notice the approach of a beautiful woman,
with flaxen hair and pale blue eyes and with skin the soft
color of the lilies of the valley. She looked at me and asked
why I should stare so avidly at a simple mirror. I replied
that I was merely gazing into the mirror at myself.


Then the beautiful womans eyes flashed, and in them appeared
such cruelty as I had never thought to imagine or to conceive. "Such vanity." She said to me, and my spirit faltered within me. She
beckoned me to step closer. I did, cautiously, and she bent down
to my ear and whispered, harshly, "You are an ugly *****, and are
so outshone by my beauty that you are as a flickering candle compared to the glory of the Sun." With this she turned and left me, and since
then I have been here gazing at my reflection, and wondering why
God should choose to curse me with so terrible a form as mine." She was crying, the young lady, standing by the depths of the
deepwater pond, darker now, with the fading of the light. She would
not look at me, ashamed of the outpouring of her heart, and I felt
the ache within my breast grow, until grief found me, and tears sprung
unbidden to fall, unheeded, in the waters of the pond.


"Lady," I said, and my voice was heavy and laden now with sorrow for the grief of the maiden there before me, and for her crystal tears, shed in sadness. "Lady," I said, "will you tell me your name?" She shivered once more, and bowed her head as she answered, "Johanna." and a single tear escaped her closed lids to trace its way down her cheek, and fall into the blackness of the dark waters of the pond. "Johanna." she said to me, and her voice then near shattered my aching heart. "Johanna." I said. And again, "Johanna." A third time I spoke, "Johanna." I fell silent for
a moment, and saw that she was trembling, and her cheeks were wet.


"Johanna," I said again, and now my voice was loud and strong, so that
she looked up in shock,and her eyes were fearful. "Johanna, you are more beautiful than the sun in all its glory, more beautiful than the stars, more beautiful even than the infinite heavens in their celestial wonder, arching above us. You are more beautiful, Johanna, because you are you.
Johanna. You of the hair of raven hue, you of the skin like alabaster, you
of the eyes of the oceans hue, you of the ruby lips, you, your voice the voice of angels." And now my voice was soft, a whisper to match her own, as I spoke, close to her ear. "Let none wound you, let none dissuade you, let none harm you in word or deed, Johanna, for you are more beautiful than all of Gods creation, because you are you." She looked at me, and her eyes were full once more with crystal tears.
She sobbed, once, and fell into my arms, and wept. And I held her, there beside the deep waters of the pond, and under the vastness of
the velvet blackness of the night, and the moon, and the turnings of
the stars.
the most moving poem I have written in recent memory.
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 Sep 2015
Arfah Afaqi Zia
War
Serene voice,
Enthralling personalities,
Qualities one can seek in such audacious men,
Fervent and keen.

Melancholy though can shatter all hope,
Feeling vain,
At times of catastrophe,
All heroic fades in remorse and devastation.

The enraging war,
Has brutally slaughtered millions,
Injured as well,
One can't visualize things that easy.

There's no peace after war,
Blood and human flesh all around,
White coffins and teary eyes,
Death is just a call from God.

The real test is the after life,
Where no one can neither lie nor judge,
Oh please God stop these enemies from slaying our families,
Please let there be tranquility.
 Sep 2015
Mike Hauser
You are
The great I Am
On which I stand

and i am
just a man
a grain of sand

You are
Master Creator
Nothing missed

and i am
the partaker
in all you give

You are
The gentle nudge
On my heart

and i am
always in search
of where you are

You are
The One in control
Of all of this

and i am
on the ride
to where that is

You are
The true lover
Of my soul

and i am
in desperate need
of you to know

You are
The very beginning
As well as the end

and i am
in your hands
until then
 Sep 2015
Arfah Afaqi Zia
The blowing of the wind,
The rustling of the leaves,
The blooming flowers,
And the heightened trees,
The blazing sun,
And the radiance of the fruits,
Flying bugs,
And tiny feet,
The journey of a bee,
From its hive and crossing the sea,
Animals in the wilderness,
Free to do as they please,
The flying dandelion,
Circling in the air,
Under the tree,
I lie,
Lost in my thoughts.
How beautiful is nature,
And the mind of our Creator,
Who so artistically,
Created and gave life to these beings.
 Sep 2015
Sourodeep
I do dive into the blue sometimes
I flow with the current and
sometimes I drift with the tide.
I know, swimming at the surface
you will be there with me by my side

These ups and downs will take me nowhere,
one day I fear when the waves will die
I will finally reach the shore
I know, on that last ride
you will be there with me by my side

My dreams, some did materialize
some got washed away like that sand castle
but even when I have no where to hide,
I know, with me at the beach
you will be there with me by my side

On this tiny boat, we have set our sail
we, together will merge in to the sea
through these river bends narrow and wide,
I know, rowing with me
*you will be there with me by my side
In true faith and love,
God always resides
 Sep 2015
Arfah Afaqi Zia
Belligerence,
Loathsome remarks,
Abhorrent attitude,
Sacrilege behavior,
Profaning sacred places,
Hatred in their eyes,
Excavating a hole in hearts of innocent souls,
Mentoring these people to leave religion,
Y**es this all happened back then.
An Islamic religious story from the past when it was very hard to keep up with religion.
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