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Hi Tee. It’s nice to meet you too. By the way, I am a Brother. I do enjoy reading and writing poetry, but I haven't written anything new since last January. I did manage to pen about six poems at the time. Below, I have included one of the poems I wrote. Reading about that particular event in the book of Exodus was the inspiration. I have composed poems in free verse, but most of what I've written has been in meter and rhyme. I prefer using the classical styles such as the sonnet, quatrain, rubaiyat, and couplet. While I’m not claiming to be good at it, I do derive enjoyment from writing. I look forward to reading more of your work in the future. This is a wonderful forum, so I’m sure you’ll enjoy your visits here. ----------- Exodus When Jacob's sons stood by the shore, They sobbed in Moses' ears. They all believed that they would die, And so began the tears. A wall of water loomed ahead; How would they cross the sea? Behind them, chariots shook the ground, But nowhere could they flee. This faithless cry made Moses sad, Yet God would have a say. Then Moses prayed and raised his arms, For God would make the way. A sudden wind then pierced the sea, And water drew aside. The nation gasped as land appeared; They saw the ground had dried. They then began to walk across The land beneath the sea. Throughout the night, they marched along To where they would be free. But once they crossed the parted sea, They looked behind and saw That Pharaoh's army had advanced, And they could not withdraw. But God exhaled and crashed the walls, Which made the waters dance. They rushed the Pharaoh's charging horde, And they had not a chance. Their enemies were now beneath A multitude of waves. Then Jacob's sons broke out in songs To praise the One who saves.

Here is the link to the first editions

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What stays with me is that Jehovah doesn’t just hand out instructions from a distance—He guides us while we’re already moving. We’re walking, sometimes unsure, sometimes tired, and He steps in with direction at the right moment. That tells me He expects effort and trust, not perfection. Psalm 15 makes it clear that His standards aren’t there to trap us or restrict life; they’re there to give us footing. I’ve found that when I follow His way, my problems don’t vanish, but I’m steadier inside them. And that says a great deal about whose guidance actually holds up under pressure.

The first page of the new magazine had a 'heroic' style poem. I have included the poem as well as the comments of the publisher. “Beyond the time of trouble by the eye of faith they see the Golden Age of the glorious reign of the Messiah. . . . They count it as their chief duty and privilege to announce to the world the coming of the Golden Age. It is part of their God-given commission.”

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While I do not know any specifics as to this cover, I do know that in the early 20th century the nude form was not seen as something naughty like it is today. In one of the Studies in the Scriptures (I think) Eve is depicted with bare breasts.

"Golden Age" language would be linked with Edenic era. I'd say it's Adam in his perfect state, looking at the sun rise.

Tilling the ground?

That's Adam.

When I Explained Why Complaining Is Annoying (At Length) I was talking about someone who complained about everything. And I mean everything. The room, the furniture, the food, the general atmosphere. I genuinely hate complaining. Always have. It grates on me. Which is how I didn’t notice, at first, that I was now giving a very detailed explanation of how exhausting this person’s complaining was. I kept going. Adding examples. Clarifying. At some point I realized I’d been talking a while. I wasn’t complaining, though. I was making a point. That distinction mattered to me right up until it didn’t.

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I hope it is a good excuse. Back to eating chocolate. Ugh!

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Tuesday, January 13 I, Jehovah, am your God, . . . the One guiding you in the way you should walk.—Isa. 48:17. Psalm 15 ends with the promise: “Whoever does these things will never be shaken.” Here the psalmist reveals the main objective behind God’s requirements. Jehovah wants us to be happy. So he gives us direction that will bring us his blessing and protection. Jehovah’s approved guests can look forward to a bright future. The faithful anointed will have admission into the “many dwelling places” that Jesus prepared for them in heaven. (John 14:2) Those with the earthly hope look forward to what Revelation 21:3 promises. Surely, we all feel highly honored to have received Jehovah’s warm invitation to be his friends, to be everlasting guests in his tent!—Ps. 15:1-5. w24.06 13 ¶19-20

Maybe @jwhess will come and save the day on this one? 😎

🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐 I don’t know but my first thought was a perfect man.

It's sunny here and in the high 40s. It should be colder later this week, with temps dipping below freezing at night by Thursday (predicted to be 24 degrees F). Winter is definitely here.

That's lovely of you to say, my sister, especially as it isn't your preferred poetry style. I have penned poems not in free verse too, and most of us start by doing rhyming quatrains. However, I find this style gives the greatest freedom of expression. I use some form in a way so it flows even visually on the page, and employ other poetic devices like assonance, alliteration, etc. What kind of poetry do you prefer- the brevity of a haiku or senryu, or perhaps a haibun, or even a sonnet... or...? I'm glad you found the scene attractive too. You're welcome, Angel. Lovely to meet you

You got me curious. I found out there was a Republic of Texas, a Republic of Vermont. The California Republic and the Republic of Hawaii. Other than Republic of Texas, I had never heard of the other ones.

West Florida was once a separate country/

The updates are often presented on a Friday. They usually are about 6 weeks apart (making eight per year). I believe it will be the last Friday of the month. The Sunday that follows is the 1st of February and the next day is the 2nd (which will be our second half of the Annual Meeting Broadcast).

Thousands 'without light and warm water' - At tournament, Ukrainian tennis player speaks out on Russian energy grid strikes "I play every day with pain in my heart... My sister sleeps under three blankets because of the cold at home," Ukrainian tennis player Marta Kostiuk said after the final match at the Brisbane tournament.

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This is a beautiful poem, my sister. While I don't typically enjoy modern free verse poetry, I found this one quite enjoyable. The presented imagery is very pleasing. Thank you for sharing it.