Ghost Samurai

Long ago, you shed earthly shell,

With mission left incomplete.

You sought to protect the vulnerable,

To feed the needy n' unfortunate.

Those you trained failed you,

They barely followed your ways.

They followed trails of gold,

Dens of pleasurable sensations.

Darkness clouded the earth realm,

Isolating that island from the spirit sea.

In a whirlwind, your spirit descended,

To once again inhabit your armor.

You proceeded to train new samurai,

Ones more upright n' compassionate.

You led the fresh ones into battle,

Against the corrupted old growth.

Your armor took arrows n' spears,

But your spirit was never pierced.

You became the subject of folk legend,

The superhero of graphic novels;

Not only for the wicked you slew,

But for the needy n' unfortunate you tended.

Eventually, your new trainees matured,

Their dedication to the cause assured.

You slipped out of your armor,

And in a storm, arose to the spirit sea.

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Remembering a Miracle

Adar is the month of miracles disguised as natural events. It is a good time to remember when God did such miracles for us.

I remember a time when I was invited along for a family trip to Israel. Though the tickets and hotel was covered, my personal spending money was not. I wondered how I would find the money to make the trip spiritually meaningful, as I wanted to visit certain holy people and places.

Sure enough, just one week ahead of the trip something utterly unexpected arrived in the mail, a huge insurance refund covering years of unsuspected premium overpayments. Needless to say, it comfortably covered all my spending needs.

Thank you God.

Sufficiency

You have a God given portion,

Meant to cover all your needs.

If your heart feels the tug of lack,

She pines not for another's share,

For she knows a secret truth;

She knows what's been withheld,

Not someone else's blessings,

But merely a sufficiency of her own.

Pray only for what's originally yours,

For a sufficiency of that gift suffices.

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Love Beneath the Crust

I have a feeling,

Yes, a sneaky, sneaky feeling,

That we are sandwiched,

By the yearnings of two great lovers.

Sun extends his giant ray-arms.

Why? Of course...to hug planet earth.

But dark earth can't reciprocate.

Her fiery core is trapped within;

Molten passion shrouded in dense crust,

Her ray-arms remain folded beneath.

Instead, what is she to do,

How can she touch her solar lover?

She dresses herself with trees,

She dons garbs of lush vegetation.

Beautified by her adornments,

His ray-hands temptingly caress them.

With each caress, hands gently rub off,

Turning the vegetation into various greens.

Then she draws his "rubbings" into her lair,

Organic packed, down shafts, out roots, into soil ...

Down below within the subterranean depths,

Lovers finally touch, their lights twine n' blend.

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