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Monday, March 18, 2019

TRUST is the highest form of praise


most beautiful melody
I ever heard

Trust song given by the Spirit
sung by Voo


The light I give you....don't hide it....share it and it will grow..
Use Your Gifts......................
Don't keep them hidden.......
My light in you will cover the Earth.............
Follow the Light...............always
and it will lead you to the secret city....your heavenly home....
That only those full of my light may see manifested..........
You need only to trust in my words..............
And BELIEVE.................to enter in..............

Thank you for trusting Me, welcome home!


My Kingdom I'll provide you.....
When you give the highest form of praise.....
your trust.

Words to the Song



Come children, dance before me
Come worship and adore me
Come lay your lives before me
In the highest form of praise.

Come sing me hallelujah
And I'll give blessings to ya
Overtake and pursue you
When you give the highest form of praise.

Come let me live inside you
Direct you, teach and guide you
My kingdom I'll provide you
When you give the highest form of praise.

What is this thing you ask Me?
What do you tell and task me?
Your TRUST is all I'm asking......
That's the highest form of praise.

Your Trust is all I'm asking
That's the highest form of Praise.


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And when I asked Him exactly what He meant
He said, If you know someone trusts you with all their
heart, don't you feel highly praised by that knowledge?
If a little child trusts you to always be there and take
care of them and you know that, do you need any other praise
from them to make you feel loved?
No, Trust is the highest form of praise
Absolute trust in Me as your Father is all the praise I need
from you and all I ask.


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Friday, March 15, 2019

HABIBI (my love)









Habibi


Eyes as black as night
And skin like caramelized sugar
In a thawb as white as clouds
In an azure sky
You appeared like a vision
To my hungry eyes.

I watched you walk
Through the gardens
And the vines seemed 
To reach for you 
With tiny green fingers
That I wished were mine.

Everywhere there was
The scent of flowers
And spices, rare and fragrant
Floated in the air
Above your head
And trailed behind you
In the dust.

You moved like a lion
Regal and  confident
Like a Prince
Yet somehow, approachable
Even as I shrank back
Into the roses
And the shadow's embrace.

You carried something 
In your hand
Wrapped in silk
And tied with ribbon
And all my friends who watched you
Wished it was for them.

Pretending to be busy
With chore or garden,
They looked away
And bent round
With their baskets
And giggled in their hands.

"Habibti!" I heard you call out
And my heart melted in my breast
"Come forth, Little Flower
I have a gift I have brought you!"
And all the girls looked at me
With daggers in their eyes 
And wished they could be me.

Pulling you back into the arbor,
You laughed and dropped your gift
And took me in your arms
"Why are you hiding, my heart?
Why are you always playing games?"

And my dark eyes looked up into yours
And my soul joined with yours
As it did every time we met
And longed to be permanently
And eternally joined.

"Have you been weeping, Jameela?"
You asked,
Looking closely at my face
"Who has made my Yar Amar cry?"
You asked, alarmed and I tried to hide my tears
"It's nothing, Habibi." I say
"Nothing, my Ishq, all is well."

But all was not well but how could 
I tell you, my Ha Rouhi
That my father had taken all hope away
With his sudden announcement
At the noon meal.

"I have found you a husband, Noor."
He said matter-of-factly 
As I passed him the bread
With my eyes cast low
My mother clapped her hands
And smiled like the moon
When it is full.

"Sa ha!" she exclaimed happily
Flitting around the room like a butterfly
Intisar with joy at the thought
Of her only daughter being wed
And never knowing that I was already wed
In my heart.

"Habibi! My Habibi!" I cried
And threw myself into your arms
"I can't believe what my father has done to me!"
"What? What?" you asked loudly
And shook my by the arms
"What has your father done to you, Roohi?"

"Qalbi! Qalbi!, I will die, I will die!"
I wept, panic taking hold of me
"I will not marry anyone else! Never, never, never!"
And I collapsed on the green grass
At your feet.

You stood there in stunned silence
For many long eternities
As I died and was reborn over and over again
Only to die again of a broken heart.

You picked the silk wrapped package
Off the ground and held it in your hands
Trying to make sense of what I was telling you
Wondering what you would say to me
When I stopped crying.

And then a smile broke out on your handsome face
Like the sun breaking through the clouds
And you grabbed me up in your arms
And danced me 'round and 'round.

"Have you gone mad?" I shouted at you
And all the girls in the gardens looked up sharply
And all around to see what the conflict was
Hoping that it was you setting me free
So that they might take my place.

"Jameela, roohi, love of my life!" you said
And tore open the package,
 Took out a bracelet of rubies,
And slipped it on my wrist
 As I looked at you like a mad man.

"It is I."
"It is I that your father wishes you to marry!
My father has been meeting with him all week
And I was just told of their decision this morning!"

Hardly believing my ears, I stood there 
Covering my huge smile with my hands
Then I stretched out my arm 
To admire the bracelet.

And then I grabbed your hand
And we went running through the gardens
Like children, laughing like children
While all my jealous friends watched
And swore, un-lady-like underneath their breath.








©by Voo
Jan 22, 2019
2:56 a.m.
For Hamid,
my love
wherever you are

Monday, March 11, 2019

ARMS OF THE ANGEL




















GOLDEN CLOUDS IN A SILVER SKY


HEAVEN IS SO BEAUTIFUL
I SAW IT IN A VISION
AND IF I HAD THE CHANCE TO GO THERE AGAIN
IT WOULD BE A SIMPLE DECISION.

THE STREETS OF THE CITY ARE PAVED WITH GOLD
IT'S GATES ARE MADE OF PEARL
THE RAIN BOWS THERE AROUND GOD'S THRONE
ARE NOT FOUND IN THIS WORLD.

THE FLOWERS DANCE, THE FLOWERS SING
THE MUSIC FILLS THE AIR
BUT IF YOU LOOK TO SEE THE SOURCE
IT COMES FROM EVERYWHERE.

THE WIND OF HEAVEN IS SWEET AND GENTLE
IT FEELS LIKE A LOVING CARESS
THE PERFUME OF ROSES RIDES ON IT'S WINGS
AND IT BRINGS YOU SUCH PEACE AND SUCH REST.

THE COLORS WITH WHICH GOD HAS PAINTED HIS KINGDOM
MAKE THE COLORS WE KNOW SEEM SO DIM AND SO PALE
WITH THE EYE OF AN ARTIST, HE HAS CREATED A MASTERPIECE
AND IT'S THERE, WAITING, SHINING, JUST BEYOND THE VEIL.

THE FAMILY OF GOD RESIDES IN THAT PLACE
THE ONES WHO HAVE GONE ON BEFORE
THOSE WHO SUFFERED AND DIED BUT NOW IN JOY DO ABIDE
WHERE THEY'LL NEVER KNOW GRIEF ANYMORE.

THE ANGELIC ARMY HAS HEAD QUARTERS THERE
AND THEY GO AND THEY COME AND THEY GO
ON MISSIONS AND WARS, TO COMFORT THE SCARRED
ON ORDERS THAT ONLY THEY KNOW.

IN THE MIDST OF THE CITY IS A RIVER
THAT COMES FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF GOD
THAT BEGINS AT HIS THRONE AND FLOWS TO HIS OWN
LIKE A RIVER OF CRYSTAL CLEAR BLOOD.

ON IT'S BANKS STAND SUCH MARVELOUS TREES
AND THEIR FRUIT GROW IN VARIOUS KINDS
AND THE PEOPLE DO MEET AND COME THERE TO EAT
FOR THE HEALING OF THEIR BODIES AND MINDS.

YOU NEVER SAW SUCH GLORY!
YOU NEVER SAW SUCH LOVE!
YOU NEVER SAW HERE ON THIS EARTH
WHAT'S WAITING THERE ABOVE!

THIS POEM COULD LAST FOREVER
AND I NEVER COULD RELATE
THE UN-ENDING WONDER OF HEAVEN
THAT EXISTS BEYOND THOSE GATES.

THERE IS NO HATE AND THERE IS NO HURT
NO MISERY OR PAIN
SUCH HAPPY PEOPLE WITH HAPPY FACES
AND THE JOY COMES DOWN LIKE RAIN.

THE FATHERS OF THE FAITH DWELL THERE
THE ELDERS AND THE TEACHERS
THE KINGS, THE PRIESTS, THE GREAT, THE LEAST
THE PROPHETS AND THE PREACHERS.

EVERYONE HAS A PLACE OF HONOR
(MAYBE NOT IN LIFE) BUT NOW
BUT NO ONE THINKS ABOUT HIMSELF
BUT AT JESUS' FEET, THEY BOW.

AND JESUS IS THE SUNSHINE THERE
HIS LIGHT FILLS EVERYTHING
IN THE PLACE PREPARED BEFORE THE BIRTH OF EARTH
WHERE JESUS IS THE KING.

THEN THE VISION ENDED AS VISIONS DO
IT FADED FROM MY EYES
BUT I CAN STILL SEE IT HERE IN MY HEART
THAT BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL PARADISE.

THE GLORY OF GOD AND THE SPLENDOR OF HEAVEN
I LONG FOR IT SO THAT IT MAKES MY SOUL CRY
OH, TO STEP ON THAT SHORE FOR JUST ONE MOMENT MORE!
WITH IT'S GOLDEN CLOUDS IN A SILVER SKY.



©by Voo
A true story
November 18, 2002 2:30 a.m.