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I lose my shape, shattered
In turmoil, deeply battered
Beneath my veil, head bowed and tattered.

I lose my way, defeated
In steps that forget to plead,
In anger blind to its misdeeds.

O Master of the Universe,
I am lost,
Forgotten the path of obedience.

O Ruler of the Horizon,
At Your door, I knock in submission,
To embrace the light of devotion.
Dom Nov 3
i am a filthy crusted towel
who was doomed to forever
in a laundry bin.
but when i came to Him
He made me clean.
i still collect stains
but His love will always make
me clean again.
God loves you. May you turn to Him and may He bless you all!
"Ô Dieu, ai-je pris ta grâce pour acquise ?
Ai-je oublié la voie étroite que je dois traverser ?
Ai-je oublié que tu es saint et que tu ne vis que dans la sainteté ?

Il est vrai que tu aimes le pécheur, mais j'ai déjà été rachetée.
Tu m'as conduite à la vérité.
Et maintenant, qu'est-ce que je fais ? Deviens-je pire que les Galates ?

Suis-je en train d'oublier le sacrifice de la croix et la persévérance que tu nous exhorte à pratiquer ?
Deviens-je une paresseuse éternelle,
qui ne pense qu'au plaisir, somnolente dans ma chair ?

Père, pardonne-moi,
pardonne-moi, car j'ai laissé tomber toutes les voies que tu m'as apprises,
en laissant le laxisme et la paresse m'envahir.
Je ne comprends pas que je ne suis pas indispensable.

Je ne voudrais pas être mise de côté.
J'aimerais vraiment que tu m'utilises,
que je revienne à ma consécration,
à mon alliance et à mon amour premier.
Je te prie de ne point détourner ta face de moi.
Aide moi père
Asmita Ray Aug 26
Waves of memories drift me gently,
Over the moon
Enclosed in a cocoon.
Of a great millennium, I didn't live to witness.
Lapping against soft and dark tress
Entwined with such a great message,
Which I truly fear to thoroughly address.

Oh! Whence it embossed a vignette on my bloodied crest,
Whilst I serenely retired to my nest.
A nest of sanctum from my sacrilege--
That the demons would merrily profess.
Hence, once again I--
Enshroud myself in a chrysalis
Meander far, far away
Into the cavernous abyss
Greate is thy Sin, since Sin is never Small:
     And Monstrous Moles of Sin Call home thy Soule.
About their Mountainous Molehills they do Crawle.
     Play thou (and win) a Game of Whacke-a-Mole.
     Unto the Moles be Deadly as an asp.  
     Beware, take Care, nor Swat the pettish wasp.

The Harebrain'd Sinners Sins to him are toyes;
     Theyre Entertainments, Gambols, Games with Dice.
The Madbrain'd Sinners Sins to him are joyes
     Untill he's made to paye in full their price.
     The Crackbrain'd Sin-addicted Scarab bug
     That liveth but for Sin to Hell is Drug.
A judgement made according to Gods Determinations.
Machacha Doctor Dec 2022
I cannot lose a sleep
Over a btch, i got too
Much pride
I'm new mike
I'm too nice..

Put respect on my name
I never roll dice
Fame knocked in my door
I said f
ck it!! twice
I will cruise on the ice
..And y'all suckers don't
Know the price

I'm fuken drunk...
Not a bi
ch i don't
***** rice
@2022-12-19
तुम कहते हो करूँ पश्चताप,
कि जीवन के प्रति रहा आकर्षित ,
अनगिनत वासनाओं से आसक्ति की ,

मन के पीछे भागा , कभी तन के पीछे भागा ,
कभी कम की चिंता तो कभी धन की भक्ति की। 

करूँ पश्चाताप कि शक्ति के पीछे रहा आसक्त  ,
कभी अनिरा से दूरी , कभी  मदिरा की मज़बूरी  ,
कभी लोभ कभी भोग तो कभी मोह का वियोग ,
पर योग के प्रति विषय-रोध के प्रति रहा निरासक्त?

और मैं सोचता हूँ  पश्चाताप तो करूँ पर किसका ?
उन ईक्छाओं की जो कभी तृप्त  ना हो  सकी?
वो  चाहतें  जो मन में तो थी पर तन में खिल ना सकी?

हाँ हाँ इसका भी अफ़सोस  है मुझे ,
कि मिल ना सका मुझे वो अतुलित धन ,
वो आपार संपदा जिन्हें रचना था मुझे , करना था सृजन। 

और और भी वो बहुत सारी शक्तियां, वो असीम ताकत ,
जिन्हें हासिल करनी थी , जिनका करना था अर्जन। 

मगर अफ़सोस ये कहाँ आकर फंस गया?
कि सुनना था अपने तन की। 
मोक्ष की की बात तो तू अपने पास हीं रख ,
करने दे मुझे मेरे मन की। 

अजय अमिताभ सुमन
अक्सर मंदिर के पुजारी व्यक्ति को जीवन के आसक्ति के प्रति पश्चताप का भाव रख कर ईश्वर से क्षमा प्रार्थी होने की सलाह देते हैं। इनके अनुसार यदि वासना के प्रति निरासक्त होकर ईश्वर से क्षमा याचना की जाए तो मरणोपरांत ऊर्ध्व गति प्राप्त होती है।  व्यक्ति डरकर दबी जुबान से क्षमा मांग तो लेता है परन्तु उसे अपनी अनगिनत  वासनाओं के अतृप्त रहने  का अफसोस होता है। वो पश्चाताप जो केवल जुबाँ से किया गया हो  क्या एक आत्मा के अध्यात्मिक उन्नति में सहायक हो सकता हैं?
Kenneth Gray Mar 2021
Beckon unto me with thine
Angel-voice so soft
In heavenly song that doest
Elevate mine soul aloft
Amongst the myriad of blissful
keys I rejoice
Alas!
I've transcended to God's kingdom
by the sweet sound of thine voice
Something I thought of while out on the porch smoking. Thinking about how I wish my ex wife would apologize for all the things she put me through. How hearing her say she is sorry would be music to my ears and lift up my soul. This is what came from that idea.
Kenneth Gray Jan 2021
The clouds exude tears as a sign of God's sorrow.
For the fate of mankind in the hands of the morrow.
For mankind's heart has grow callused;
With his eyes set on greed.
Forsaking God's goodness
For all his lustful needs.

All the while the earth moans and it groans.
As mankind's heart is compared with the hardness of stone.
Consumed and devoured by the lusts of the flesh.
An expulsion of THE LORD;
A refusal to mesh.

Disease and strife have set in -
A move oh so bold.
As mankind grows more distant,
Isolated and cold.
And the skies continue to weep as man struggles to fight.
Darkness envelops the lands -
Darkness blots out the light.

Will the battle be fought?
Will mankind ever win?
Will the skies clear up
As man conquers his sin?

May he lay down his sin -
Then turn face and run.
Then may THE LORD show him mercy
And unveil THE SUN!

May the harsh weather of sin
Finally be cleared.
So that mankind's unclear future
Have no need to be feared.
I guess you can find inspiration from the least expected places. It was snowing and I got to thinking about clouds and rain. Then a light bulb popped up in my head like they do in cartoons. That was my inspiration for the first couple lines. Just wrote in the rest as I sat there and though about things.
Ito ang umagang
Nanaisin kong huminto muna ang Araw nang saglit.
Kung pwede bang manatili muna Sya
At ako'y hayaang pagmasdan
Ang kanyang kariktan.

Nais kong bumilad sa sinag ng Araw
At magpasakop sa Liwanag Nyang taglay.
Nais kong malusaw ang bawat kamalian,
Ang bawat pagkukunwari.

Pagkat ayoko na..
Ayoko nang magpanggap pa..
Na kaya kong mag-isa
Mag-isa na wala ang mga kamay Nya --
Ang mga gabay Nya.
Na maging sa gabi'y
Nasisilayan ko pa rin
Ang kanyang anino sa aking pagpikit,
Ang nakasisilaw Niyang Liwanag
Na nagiging mitsa ng aking pagluhod.

Gusto kong huminto ang Araw,
At ako'y makita Nya..
Kahit isang iglap..
Kahit isang saglit lang..

Kung pwede lang,
Wag Mo akong iwan
Na sa gabi'y
Ikaw ang magbigay Ilaw sa aking landas
At ako'y Iyong yakapin
Habang ang Iyong sinag
Ang magsisilbing lakas
Sa bawat pagbangon ko sa Umaga.

Sayo ako magsisimula,
At ayokong ito'y magwakas
Na para bang hinahayaan ko lamang
Na malimot ko ang lahat --
Ang lahat ng mga misteryong
Iyong ipinakita na,
Iyong ipanaranas na.

Ayokong dumating sa katapusan
Na ako'y walang muang
Na Ikaw ang aking Simula..

Ayokong magtagpo tayo
Sa gitna ng aking mga kamalian --
Mga kamaliang hindi ko itinama
Kahit na pinagbuksan Mo na ako
Sa panibagong Umaga.

Kung ang bawat araw na lumilipas
Ay siya ring mga pahina ng aking buhay,
Bakit pa..
Bakit ko pa hahayaang
Dilim ang magsilbing umaga?
Kung Ikaw naman ang tunay na Simula ng lahat..
Kung landas ko nama'y
Kayang-kaya **** bigyang liwanag
At lahat ng masasaklawan ng aking mga mata
Ay simbolo ng Iyong paghahari.

Lilikumin Mo ang lahat
Gamit ang Iyong Liwanag.
Ang Iyong mga Salita'y
Hindi na mangungusap pa,
Ngunit Ikaw na mismo ang darating.

At buhat sa Iyong bibig,
Ang lahat ay handa nang makinig..
Nang buong puso..
Na may tunay na pagpapasakop.

At ang lahat ng mga naggising
Buhat sa pagkakahimbing
At mga bangungot na tila walang katapusan
Ay sabay-sabay na babangon
At lalakad sa Liwanag na Iyong hain.

Masisilayan ko rin ang mga ngiti
Ng pagpupunyagi at tagumpay
Na walang balot ng anumang pagkukunwari,
Walang tampo't galit.
Kung saan hubad ang lahat
Ngunit tanggap Mo
Ang bawat kamalian.

Ang Iyong paghuhusga ay darating --
Darating nang patas;
Patas at pawang katotohanan.
Ang lahat ay darating sa katapusan,
At Sayo ay handang magpaubaya.

Ang lahat ng mga nabago ng Iyong Liwanag
Ay kusang sisibol at uusbong
Nang may papuri
At hindi parang mga paupos na kandila
Na nauubusan rin ng lakas.
Ngunit sila'y tila mga tanim
Na Iyong dinidiligan sa bawat araw --
Mga ginintuang araw
Na hindi gaya ngayong kukupas din..

Balang araw, ang lahat ng salitang
Mamumutawi sa bawat labi'y
May iisang sigaw
May iisang palamuti na ibabandera
At susuko sa Iyong kabutihan.

Ang bawat nilalang
Ay mabinihag sa Iyong kaluwalhatian
At hindi na..
Hindi na mauubusan pa ng Liwanag,
Ikaw mismo ang magkukusang
Punasan ang mga matang lumuluha,
Lumuluha buhat sa paghihintay..
Pagkat nariyan ka na..
Nariyan na ang Iyong kaligtasan.

Ikaw, sa bawat oras
Sa bawat sandali'y
Ikaw pa rin ang maging dahilan
Ng pagtibok ng aking puso
Ang magiging sigaw
Ng aking napapaos na lalamunan.

Ikaw ang maging dahilan..
Ng aking pagtaas ng kamay
At sa ere'y hindi Mo ako iiwan,
Ni hindi Mo ako kinalimutan..
Ikaw, ang Araw at Gabi..
Sayo ang aking papuri!
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