3 Somebodies!

 
 
 

 3 Somebodies
  
 Three on a throne
 Living as one
 Universe awash in
 Their love
  
 Throbbing, pulsating
 In beauty
 Breathing as one
 More life-giving
 Than any sun
  
 A Father, Son &
 Holy Spirit
 Above this world
 They reach to lift, 
 This is their unique gift
 For each of us
  
 So we are blessed
 During the tests
 Of these our lives
 To be not loved 
 By just one
  
 3 hands reach down
 toward the violent sounds
 of our discord and ugly abuse
 of each other
  
 3 somebodies
 To conquer this world
 Help us transcend
 Into their joy & a
 Love which never 
 Ever ends!!
  
   

I pray everyone can have a very God blessed day today. Praise God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit. You are completely and 100% loved.

Fiction – Murder Mystery

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Heaven on one side, hell on the other with man caught up in the middle. Which side will he choose?

One victim, a college student dead on a steamy August afternoon on a sidewalk from the highly contagious Ebola virus. The second, a beloved young priest lying dead on the cold, hard asphalt in front of the cathedral where he served after a plunge from the tip of its roof.

Dedicated homicide detective Hayden Douglan struggles against time to stop the spread of the virus and finds evidence that links the deaths of the two men who somehow knew each other. Faith and courage will be tested as information leads to corruption in the highest levels of the religious community and the police department itself then finally to a powerful mystic cloistered behind the walls of a beautiful monastery near Vienna, Austria. The only common thread between the two victims proves to be their mutual belief in an ancient Middle Eastern document which has somehow found its way into Nashville, Music City, USA. What message could this paper hold to cause an unseen enemy to use everything within its power to destroy the ancient text and anyone who has knowledge of it?

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Purpose

 
 
 Purpose
  
 People speak of wanting
 Purpose to fill their time
 Frame of mind
 Purpose as written
 Within the lines
 Of a dictionary means
  
 An act with an intention
 Or determination
 Another word, purposeful,
 means to be meaningful
 To move toward one’s goal
  
 God, before all time or even
 Before we were created,
 Set for us a goal
 Determined by just himself
 If all truth be told
  
 A relational God set
 The goal
 For us & Him
 An intimacy so close
 Relationship with Him
 We were meant to be
 His friend
  
 What more could a man
 Ask 
 For a purpose
 Than to be given 
 The task 
 Of being our great
 God’s friend!
  
 Yet Created to follow,
 Will take you as you are
 Dare I say, to be a part
 of his entourage,
 Holiness, set apart
 Remembering the precepts of
 His great Heart
  
 So, follow your Living God
 Even if the whole world
 upon you trods
 Fulfill your purpose
 Of which a Holy book tells
 & follow the path of Christ
 Even if it leads thru hell.
  
   

Night’s Dreams

 
 
 Night’s Dreams
 I’ve got to go to bed
 I’ve got to go to bed
 In the darkness
 I know I’m clearer
 It feels the best time 
 I can get into my head,
 undisturbed
  
 Dreams cannot come
 into the busy dayness
 of a hurried world
 This night time’s
 Darkness is when
 You chose to drop
 Your wisest pearls
  
 And so I write
 In this middle of the night
 (I do not know why)
 Seems to bring forth,
 Induce,
 Out of dark obscurity
 Your heaven’s brightest lights
  
 Exhausted I fall back
 I am so very tired
 Yet feeling grateful
 To dream,
 Have my soul
 Thus inspired
 Beneath your loving hand! 

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Dedicated homicide detective Hayden Douglan struggles against time to stop the spread of the virus as evidence confirms both men were murdered. Both victims’ destinies seem to be linked only by their mutual interest and belief in a mysterious, ancient document from the Middle East. Faith and courage will be tested as information leads to corruption in the highest levels of the religious community and the police department itself then finally to a powerful mystic cloistered behind the walls of a beautiful monastery near Vienna, Austria.

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Heaven on one side, hell on the other with man caught up in the middle. Which side will he choose?

One victim, a college student dead on a steamy August afternoon on a sidewalk from the highly contagious Ebola virus. The second, a beloved young priest lying dead on the cold, hard asphalt in front of the cathedral where he served after a plunge from the tip of its roof.

Dedicated homicide detective Hayden Douglan struggles against time to stop the spread of the virus as evidence confirms both men were murdered. Both victims’ destinies seem to be linked only by their mutual interest and belief in a mysterious, ancient document from the Middle East. Faith and courage will be tested as information leads to corruption in the highest levels of the religious community and the police department itself then finally to a powerful mystic cloistered behind the walls of a beautiful monastery near Vienna, Austria.

His Power over Darkness

According to my adoption records I was a sensitive child. I once had an elder of a church say he thought I was a spiritually sensitive person. I know it has been a blessing in my life. I know in this world, especially in our very wealthy, money oriented culture that is so in love with ourselves, money, possessions, and pleasure, we have a tendency to deny or neglect the spiritual aspects of our lives. We are truly spirits only temporarily connected to our physical shell.

I have had several supernatural experiences, and what I guess I’m trying to lead up to is I have had three encounters with demons, very dark creatures.

The first happened many years ago when I was going through a very dark time in my life but trying to draw closer to Christ and God and the Holy Spirit. I woke up one night and a dark mass felt like it was laying on my chest. I was afraid and all I could think to do was say “In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, be gone.” It immediately was gone, left.

The second encounter was when I was on my first round of chemotherapy for my breast cancer. I was sleeping in an old recliner and suddenly woke up. I looked down and this dark person was laying on top of me. It looked up at me, smiled a perverted smile and asked, “Susie, what are you trying to do with this book.” I naturally was frightened but again said, “In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, be gone.” Within a heartbeat, it was gone. I was at the time working on a novel which I have finished which was about the useless divisions within our Christian churches or denominations we have created.

The third experience came about a year ago. I am still suffering fatigue from all the cancer treatments. One night I was awake, and a very dark man was in the room with me suddenly. I said, “In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, be gone.” He said to me, “No, it doesn’t work that way.” I immediately yelled for a second time, “Oh yes, it does. In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, be gone.” And he disappeared instantaneously.

Praise you Lord Jesus for the beauty of your face, your great and loving heart and also for your wonderful power and authority over everything in creation. Bless you Lord!! Thank you for your salvation from all of Satan’s schemes against us.

Still Walk

 
 
 

 Still Walk
  
 Still, quiet, slow
 Calming
 Taking each step
 One at a time
 A spirit moves
 Follows behind
  
 Placing each foot
 Firmly
 Upon this dusty earth
 Peace, stillness
 Both given new birth
  
 They are brought to life
 Again
 Each footstep He takes
 Will never be erased
 Even in the midst
 Of life’s harshly blowing sands
  
 His presence, Himself
 This Creator Christ
 Walking still among us
 Leaving footprints
 To follow if you will look
 to truly see and trust
  
 So, risk the walk, begin
 Put your foot inside
 His footsteps left behind 
 He leaves those promises
 Of His Peace to reassure
 Those who will struggle 
 Stay faithful, pure
 Unto the very end!
  
 Peace I leave you. My peace I give to you. I do not give as the world gives. Do not be afraid
 and do not let your hearts be troubled. John 14:27  
  
  
   

Buildings

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 Buildings
  
 Buildings
 Scraping the sky
 Tall 
 Virtually canyon
 Walls 
 Of concrete, steel
 Glass, stone
 I look up to feel
 Microscopic beside
 Them
  
 Cold, impersonal
 Hard
 Where is the soul
 Not within a shard
 Of them
 We have lost our 
 Way
 Giving sway
 To concrete
  
 Looking into the sky
 I cannot help but
 Realize
 This world, culture
 Has denied
 The one who made
 Us
 Loves us, cares for
 Us 
  
 A holy, magnificent
 God 
 So we would not 
 be lost
 Daily, over our heads
 He pleads, begs
 Pursues
 Me, I, you & you
 & you
  
 
 But our hearts
 Lay hardened
 Rebuffing, 
 Rejecting
 The One who
 Loves the most
 Father, Son &
 Holy Ghost
  
 Our souls lay hard, buried
 Within, beneath the concrete