Let Us not be Fools.

The end of a matter is better than its start,

Patience is better than pride, by far.

So states Ecclesiastes 7 verse 8

A verse when love itself does dislocate.

I know not where this temper comes nor when this tempest goes,

but abstinence from speech and laughter brings many woes.

Each passing moment of silence does rend at my heart

‘Til I cannot breathe and cannot speak with art.

Be it pride or just an inordinate spirit that pricks at the life within

It matters not, for to stew in ill will gives birth to horrible sin.

The daggers that plunge from the mouth

Sets relations on a course due south.

Perhaps my own malady has brought to much stress

Leaving both of you reluctant to bless.

A much grieving heart, my words lack vigor and interest now

Now given to prayer and asking the Lord, “How?”

How might it be that this malice might flee

Taking with it anger and future calumny?

Ecclesiastes has one more word yet

and in this message, I hope to not fret.

Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit,

For anger resides in laps of fools, oh hear it!

Beautiful verse 9 of the same chapter I read

and as I pray, my soul does on some hope feed.

Dear Lord, this year has been filled with disaster

Anoint me with Your Spirit with a flask of alabaster.

All glory to You, Your might be known

That within me others see where proper light has shown.

Cleanse this family of the snake’s dread bite,

Bring us from darkness into the light.

You have the power to save, you still had it then,

so please watch over this family, Amen.

Preserve the Body.

Preserve man’s body if you a mortal life desire
But see at once before you a dark and gloomy mire.
The life of man is but a breath in the Maker’s eyes
And the thought of man utterly corrupt with his lowly lies.
The life of man is not to be admired nor adored
But the precious testimony that from it comes to glorify the Lord.
Yea, though while man’s time is but a thread
And God the sewing, mighty Head
Man’s testimony brings life to others, cleansed with His blood running brightly red.
Dear brother, though I knew you but little and your visage ne’er physically beheld
Your dying breath brought forth new life and your own has been un-celled.
Your life lays not in earthly fetters nor in the shackles of man
But you have now joined the Creator and partook in His wondrous plan.
With joyful tears and light sorrows, adieu we bid you until we next meet
In heaven with the hosts of angels an our beloved Lord to greet.

Brother Samuel, I know the tragedy your family has gone through is much to bear, and I too have borne it once before, but praise be to God who has taken your grandfather. Thoughts and prayer with you this afternoon.

– Brother Ben

Update!

Hey all you people who have enjoyed my posts!

This is just an update; this blog is now officially ONLY POETRY! ┬áTime to live up to my title “Poet in a World of Prose!”

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Ben the MC