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|WINNER of the FREE POETRY CONTEST|
The "Global" Good
by Anita Mondragon
Going "global", is nothing new.
It was done long ago, for me, and for you.
Jesus died for mankind
Upon a cruel cross.
He did it for us...
He suffered the loss!
He loved the whole world,
And the color of skin,
Is not what He died for...
It was the part within.
The heart and the soul
Of each one here on earth,
Was offered the same...
A new chance...a new birth!
He cared not the color
Or slant of the eyes.
His only concern
Was that men would rise
From the ashes of sin,
That fettered their minds;
From the chains of darkness
That cleave and bind.
He wanted relationship,
Communion, a friend.
His desire for us
Was that we would mend
All our broken ways,
Through the blood that he spilt,
As He hung there and died...
He banished ALL guilt.
Forgiveness is ours...
For He well understood
That His ultimate sacrifice
Was for the "global" good!
Anita Mondragon June 2012
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Life by D.L. Reynolds
In the beginning, I am void and without form. Emptiness is me. Yet, life surrounds me and its electricity sings a song that cannot be silenced. Crying within, I yearn to taste it. I yearn to sing it. I sense a great beginning is coming, a place where the fabric of time and space will be ripped asunder, where the unknown will become known. The essence of life will be lit with a fire that explodes into a brand new horizon. This ultimate sensation calls out my name, it beckons me. Come… reach out and embrace me. Taste of my nectar, it taunts. Yet, I remain void. I am unable to reach. I am unable to feel this electricity of life. Oblivion fills my soul.
A sharp pain rips into my side and the burning sears within me. I convulse and jerk from this new sensation. I am filled with life as it creeps across my form. Its essence nurtures my soul and I sing out as this strange new joy pours into me. My pain turns into pleasure as I welcome the intruder within. We are one in sensation, one in joy and rapture is us.
Months become hours, hours become minutes and minutes become seconds, as fullness is felt. Bigger each day, bigger each second, I am filled, I am overflowing. Give me this gift, this sensation. Fill me and drown me in ecstasy! Yet, I know without knowing that there is much more to come.
With a jolt, I begin to travel across time. I ask myself, “What is reality? What is not?” I am confused and scared. I reach back grabbing for what I had, that which was safe. Unsure of what is yet to come and knowing it is more than I have. Dare I ask for so much? “YES!” I cry out, “YES, I want it all!”
My chest burns as I inhale deep. My body tingles. I am overflowed with new sensations. How could so much feeling be possible? Is this real or have I transgressed reality? I open my eyes and see the world as a blur. But I feel, oh… I feel such existence that it overwhelms me. And I cry.
Turning from my mother’s breast, I look upon the window seal of Heaven. God smiles down upon me and I thank him for my new gift of LIFE!
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