#commandment
these the words of V.B.
~~~
I have no access
to the billionaires’ research
to make the body live ever longer.
but I do have
what the artist Agam*,
isolated as my heritage’s,
pill of vibrancy, an
in~nate, planted deep,
self funding!
decked with my core genetics,
my DNA,
my imprinted history,
tales of horror and rescue
dating from the middle ages;
this ****** my carat creativity,
knowing very few appreciate
my eclectic, acquired taste,
that simply is to everyone’s
tastes, senses, & sensibility,
to the
right of a little crazy!
this I understand
and debate it not;
but Agam, reminds
of the foundational
who and why my
soul, is only satisfied,
when I can create
new word combinations
it is as if god’s:
comma, dementia of moral commandment
to pray three times daily,
is met, satisfied not in the way
prescribed, but instead,
pro~scribed in my thrice daily
poems aborning, each a
confirming rebirthing inimitable!
even if my voice, lost among in a million voices,
he reminds me, that I am of,
when he recites:
“When I look around at my works, what I see is beyond the pieces themselves,” said Agam. “I turn my head and see something different. Everything changes here. That’s the reality. Reality in other art is set and narrow, and here it isn’t — it’s open, and it changes and brings you closer to seeing the reality of Hebrew and Judaism.”
“Agam wasn’t much of a student and would run away from school to the beach of Rishon Lezion’s dunes, back when the shifting hillocks of sand were a visible part of the landscape.
It was there that Agam noticed how the wind changed the dunes’ shapes, making them look different at all times.
That wind was the source of his inspiration, and he ascribed it to the Torah, saying God created the dunes and humans, who can also create.”
“The reality is what shifts, and that’s to open your thoughts and creativity and understanding and expression of the reality
in another way,”
so got to go forth
and do the summary commandment,
create!
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 11:53 AM UTC
Lord, won't you come and quiet my soul
Help me to give you all of my control
Once again, I am kneeling at the foot of the cross
In the flood of mercy and love I get so lost
In the shelter and shadow, I hide and rest
And I sit at your feet, and I am so blessed
Open my heart to feel you
My eyes to see you
Open my ears to hear you
My mind to know you
Open my soul to draw near you
My lips to praise you
Open my hands to hold you
My arms to welcome you
Open my love to be for you
My life to adore you
From the fount of life eternal, springs the water and the blood
Grace and mercy overflowing, spilling over: Holy Flood
Sin and shame, they have no power
At the mention of the name
Of King of Kings in whom salvation brings
Behold, for today, I give you a new commandment:
To love each other as I have first loved you
I gave my life for love of you
Sacrifice to help those most in need
By this, you show your love indeed
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 10:27 PM UTC
poem removed pending the death of hatred
Oct 8, 2023
Oct 8, 2023 at 7:57 AM UTC
Love is her Belief and her Commandment
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
Love is her belief and her commandment;
in restless dreams at night, she dreams of Love;
and Love is her desire and her purpose;
and everywhere she goes, she sings of Love.
There is a tomb in Palestine: for others
the chance to stake their claims (the Chosen Ones),
but in her eyes, it’s Love’s most hallowed chancel
where Love was resurrected, where one comes
in wondering awe to dream of resurrection
to blissful realms, where Love reigns over all
with tenderness, with infinite affection.
While some may mock her faith, still others wonder
because they see the rare state of her soul,
and there are rumors: when she prays the heavens
illume more brightly, as if saints concur
who keep a constant vigil over her.
And once she prayed beside a dying woman:
the heavens opened and the angels came
in the form of long-departed friends and loved ones,
to comfort and encourage. I believe
not in her God, but always in her Love.
Keywords/Tags: Love, God, belief, commandment, faith, desire, purpose, tomb, resurrection, soul, heaven, heavens, saints, vigil, angels, tenderness, affection
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
The book of life is
Made with stone tablet on it
is Ten commandment
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC
A thousand loves
A thousand years
For each love lost
A thousand tears
My dear
My goddess
You who was born in light
Elegant enchanting
Elizabeth
And I
Your silver knight
Out of spite to the worst
Shall soon shatter this curse
And live our days in death
Our lifetime of bliss
In our abyss
Satisfaction in our last breath
And though your grace
Has not changed my face
I bear this burden with you
And soon after years
Hundreds of thousands of tears
We bid our life adieu
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
I say learn to practice what you preach
You have no rights to tear other people down
Remember this life is a long sandy beach
Each man has a unique print of his own.
So learn to always show love and support
No man is an Island, the famous adage says,
Brother-keeping is what life's entirely about
And kindness is a blessed seed sown for better days.
Love your neighbor as thyself, the good book says
How long will we go contrary to this universal law,
Commanded by God Himself since ancient of days?
A law in which he invested time and love to draw.
So where is humanity, where is that universal love?
It's time for the strong to give the weak a helping hand
The seed of love is the will of the Most High from above
So let love become that unique footprint left in the sand.
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC
What is a sin?
An immoral act?
To lie, is a position where I have been
Lying being tempting is not only a statement but a fact
It is a daily struggle to resist
It is my job to beat the temptation
Before an unfortunate event preexist
I most make the right decision
"but oh darling I can't take all that pressure"
but why?
"I have to find a way to get my own pleasure"
is innocence just a lie?
" Yes we're sinners you and I"
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
Offering aid and comfort to the poor isn't a calling.
It is a commandment.
Something all are to do,
But few attempt.
Rather, we formulate a showdown.
"For the least of these,"
Is how the words of the supposed savior begin.
They may be the most ignored words in the whole book.
Ignored out of sheer inconvenience.
Rather, we formulate a showdown.
The posturing must end.
We either give of ourselves fully, no matter faith,
Or we quit pretending.
We can't do both.
No more manufactured showdowns.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC