My Lost Soul
I keep giving me away piece by piece
I can’t find real love
My soul knows best
But I just can’t rest
I keep giving me away piece by piece.
I am taking back my pieces
I am waiting for my real Love,
to take me as one whole.
Has anyone seen my soul?
My soul have been shattered
The last place I remember leaving it was at the corner of-
‘Longing for Love’
I have searched the faces of strangers
Is my soul with you, Mr. Abuser?
Maybe you, Miss Cheater?
Can someone, anyone, help me find my soul
I will take the jagged pieces back-maybe I can mend it together again
Screaming: My soul I call you forth
From the east, the west, the south, and the north!
Release my soul, please give it back, it doesn’t belong to you
Stop coveting it with your insatiable passions
So I asked again, “Have you seen my soul?”
Are you speaking well?
Did you come to give me a new soul?
How can this be?
jjf (c) 2016
To Prepare or Not to Prepare
(Or should an alarm be sounded)
There are many warfares taking place in our world today. I strongly believe that the Earth has life and a voice (See the book of Romans 8:22 in the Bible). She has been convulsing, sending us warning signs that she is tired of the horrible attitudes of mankind towards her. The vileness is suffocating her, and so, she can no longer breathe comfortably. Restlessness have taken her over to the point where she behaves worse than a woman who is about to give birth to her baby; the pangs are beginning to consume her.
The world system may take charge over terrorists, but not without a fight. For the nations suffer at the hands of terror. A new and embedded terrorism, which triggers the hearts of mankind to stop, to give up all hope, and to swallow their egos. Ah, who is that I hear, fanning the wind in the West; to pick up the seeds that have been planted in the minds of fearless and fierce souls. Tell me, highly intelligence of the West, do you have any solutions? For I see nothing in your world to give hope. Now that I am four decades old, I see a generation assimilated with the sinister plot to wipe out the souls of the righteous.
Now tell me West, again, is that the way you’re leading us to be washed up like debris– our great cities, our structures taken away to the wrong places? And by 3000 and beyond, our artifacts found by vile men whose kisses keep defiling the earth; who has no regard for your empires of philosophical entities, education, scientists, celebrities, and money. Ah, money, it will be useless. We willed the evil, but we are not paying attention. We see it, but we are like the ostrich; she is woefully forgetful or ignorant.
Then I lifted my head to see the elements of spiritual war taking form. Only those who have eyes can see that the spiritual warfare is on. Ephesians 6:12 (KJV) For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
So to prepare, I say yes.
I am preparing my spirit by praying, to be strong for another. By observing the signs of the time, my soul is in constant preparation like the ant; storing for the harsh season. Like the snake, keeping a watchful eye; like the dove, causing no harm; like the lioness, ready to pounce at the trumpet’s announce. Are you preparing? Remember you cannot walk this walk without the savior, we all need the Light of the world.
Forgive me Father, my bad thoughts.
Oh, how I wish that the typhoon set
To rage an atmospheric war on a nation,
Would spin in another direction
With mind determined, sweep away the darkness of the evil acronym
Oh, how I wish, that I could destroy the letters of my alphabet,
Which show me words produced in voice
Oh, how I wish that the greatest psychic, guru, or spiritual eye of today,
Would give the answers to satisfy souls who are leaping freely into
Heavy rings of fire
Shout to the psychologist, the psychiatrist, and all other scientist
I will no longer enjoy the rising of the sun
If the continuum of their discourse cannot find an answer
For the ailing spirits of my children,
And my children’s children, who may no longer
Embrace words of freedom.
Forgive me for I have sinned.
This I confess through Christ my Lord. Amen.
(c) 2015 jjf My Journal of 2015
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Description: Blow the shofar in Zion Retrieved January 18, 2016
King James Version of the Bible-Public Domain, The Holy Spirit and Prayer
(Random from my journal -A season of backsliding October 2014)
Today for the good part of the morning, I felt angry and frustrated, giving heed to all the negative thoughts encircling my mind. The negative energy I was creating was only fueling my discomfort about how easy it is for others to misunderstand or twist what you meant for good. Have you tried helping out a friend in a situation- giving them your time, your space, and your energy? Even at the last minute, you run for them-you know; like a-go-for! They get you so involved in their world that when you least expect it, your own personal world is crumbling piece by piece, as if bitten by some type of rodent. I am surrounded by rodents: the squirrels who love burying their nuts in my garden; the field rats or mice that the wild cats kill and leave, soon to foul up the air; and then there are the beavers down by the big canal whose job is to chew on the bark of young trees, also attempting to chew on the bark of the old trees, but I guess chewing on the old trees can be detrimental to their time and energy.
Nothing satisfies I kept on saying out loud in my mind. Then it came out like a whisper under my breath, nothing satisfies.I mean nothing-no man, no sex, no club, no education- squat, nil, zero. A very unusual mantra because I said it over and over again. I was very upset (saying so quite mildly). I didn’t want the children around me to hear my muttering as I continued my self-condemning, nothing satisfies. I was just about to raise my voice to say something derogatory in light of how I was feeling. The horrible F word was forming, ready to be fueled out. But the gentle touch of a child almost made me jump out of my brown, patchy skin…
Then I said: ‘Forgive me Father for I have sinned.’
Now I have to love my enemies.
(c) 2016 jjf
Image ‘No Satisfaction’ retrieved from http://www.myquotesclub.com on January 20th, 2016
Let me be convicted
I want to listen to what will challenge
my thoughts, my heart, and my soul
I will embrace the conviction
that will bring the good out of me
I choose to be convicted
by the one who convinces me that His love
has redeemed me from the shackles set to imprison
His conviction may seem bitter at first
but after proper digestion of truth
It will be good to walk in renewed strength
To walk fully exonerated on the pathway of righteousness
I want to be convicted-my pain will be used for His gain.
(c) 2016 jjf