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FMF: View

Nothing new under the sun, not so-
Every day there is something new-
life!
My son with his son 
My daughter (in-law) with her son. 
Love growing by leaps and bounds. 

Long before God established the church (not worship), He established the family. The family is the basic unit of our society. Security, warmth, and safety are tied up in a bundle(s) of love.

Never Forget

I need never forget that I am a hypocrite by nature. I tend to consider the things I approve of as moral and the things I disapprove of as immoral. When I do, I become a law unto myself.


I am NOT a law unto myself, nor is any other person. God’s moral standards exist out of myself. God’s moral law for man is explained in the Bible. And I need to know what is righteous and unrighteous, not by what I deem or others deem suitable. The moral law is not in man’s opinion or whim for the day.


I need a moral standard outside of myself. God declares what is true, what is honorable, what is pure…(Phil 4:8).


The one thing that I can count on is being a hypocrite. But it doesn’t matter what I think. God’s Word established a moral standard by which man will be judged- not anyone’s opinion or orientation. I cast my hypocrisy at the feet of the cross, confess, repent and believe Jesus. One’s belief about Jesus will determine where one spends eternity.


Man’s standards will not judge us. Therefore, let us never forget who is holy.

Photo by Luis Quintero on Pexels.com

Together: Two Immutable Facts

The unchangeableness of His purpose and it is impossible for God to lie.

Hebrews 6:17-18
God desiring even more to show to the heirs of promise the unchangeableness of His purpose, interposed with an oath, in order that by two unchangeable things, in which it is impossible for God to lie, we may have strong encouragement, we who have fled for refuge in laying hold of the hope set before us. This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and one which enters within the viel, where Jesus has entered as a forerunner for us.
From Genesis 3 to Revelations, God's purpose is to restore man to God's presence, enter within the veil, and walk beside him again. 

We have entered an age where everyone is right in their own eyes. Each version is at odds with the other. God's Word is the plumb line by which all truth is measured. A plumb line is a weight suspended from a string used as a vertical reference line to ensure a structure is centered. God cannot lie; he can't do so; therein lies the power of His Word. 

Time is a fixed entity set for a season and always moving forward. God exists outside of time. God's purposes for man are unchangeable and arranged for a season of salvation as a test of man's free will. There is no variation or shifting of shadows for God's steadfast plan. All things being possible for God ( Phil 4:13, Matt 19:26) is predicated on a few impossibilities concerning His nature. 

God is the plumb line by which truth is and will be measured. God exists outside of time. He is the Alpha and Omega. Imagine God holding the ribbon of time, the beginning in one hand to the end in the other. He surveys all of the time, simultaneously.
God loves your soul like the soil loves the tree. 
God's Word is the soil where we firmly root our faith. 
The soil gives the tree all the space it needs to grow. 
God's will is His Word. 
It is not a roadmap but a relationship. 
God is more interested in what you become than what you do. 
Colossians 1:9. 
Having received Christ Jesus as Lord, you are: 
     firmly rooted, 
     grounded, 
     built up in Him, and 
     overflowing with gratitude- 
     one faith, one hope, one Lord. 
Comfort comes by knowing that you are firmly rooted. 

Old Mill NLR, AR Photo by RL Brown

Be A Warrior

A warrior is assigned a job or given a purpose. Our first step to becoming a warrior is to be born again to a living hope in Christ Jesus. (1Peter 1:3). As a warrior, training comes by the renewing of the mind to adopt God’s purpose. (Romans 12:1-2) The proof of your faith is more precious than gold, tested by trials. Let these trials produce endurance (James 1: 4-8), so you may be lacking in nothing, and through trials may you persevere as you develop and prove your character (Romans 5:1-5).

A warrior ready to fulfill your purpose, fully armed with the full armor of God and the shield of faith.

A warrior full of discernment with the sword of truth in the other to cut asunder lies propagated by the enemy. Lies like, live and let live; evil has no place in our home, school, community, or churches. Lies from the courts, the separation of church and state, and the constitution doesn’t protect the unborn.

God is a God of love but God condemns the reprobate mind (Romans 1), marriage is between a man and a woman, God created two sexes, male and female, and so many more.

A warrior to speak loudly against evil. With one voice we must roar the TRUTH as God has given us.

Ecclesiastes 3:8

8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

Matthew 24:6-7
6 You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come.
7 Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places.

Our time is short and only the Truth will save another's soul. 
God has me here to fulflil a purpose, as His warrior and I must trust God to lead me in that purpose.
Are you ready to be God's Warrior? 
I wrote this today in response to a misconception about love. BE A WARRIOR, means speaking truth in love. 
Colossians2:8 See to it that no one takes you captive through philosophy (lies or half-truth or wrong application) and empty deception ( a mind is a terrible thing to waste), according to the traditions of men, according to the elementary principles of the world rather than according to Christ. God’s love renews that heart and does not destroy it.
The Bible tells us how to love and what the fruit of the spirit of love is. It had nothing to do with sin. Love the sinner, hate the sin. Romans 12 tells us to renew our minds, don't let our minds fall into debauchery, the fruit of the spirit in Galatians 5: 22-25 vs. the world's view of love Galatians 5:19-21. You are to be led by the Holy Spirit, not be guided by empty philosophy, lies, or the deception propagated by the world's view of love. 

Yes, love with a discerning heart, a heart filled with the Holy Spirit, a heart full of wisdom ready to stand against deception, willing to STAND on the whole TRUTH. God is love and Holy, and the two stand in unison. God is a God of love, but God still condemns the reprobate mind (Romans 1), marriage is between a man and a woman, God created two sexes, male and female, and so many more. 

Tell your neighbor the Truth about God's love and His saving grace. The church age is coming to a close. True love is not letting your neighbor go to hell.  I wrote this in response to this post which has an underlying misapplication of God's love. God offers a free gift of salvation but with the renewing of your heart and mind. It's an incorrect application of God's Word that stirred my heart. It is this type of wrong thinking that will send many to hell. How many souls will go to hell because we did not just correct wrong thinking, we did not speak God's Truth in love? Their acceptance or rejection is up to them but kowtowing to misapplication is a lie and will not lead to salvation.

Be God's Warrior by putting on the whole armor of God, the helmet of salvation, and protect yourself with Truth, the breastplate of God's Truth, as you spread the saving grace of Jesus Christ. Keep with you the shield of faith and the sword of Truth that divides (Hebrews 4:12) men's hearts, separating them into wheat and tares. 

BE GOD’s WARRIOR of TRUTH

CHANCE

Breathe the sunlit air, uproot weeds watered by tears.


Take a chance; sometimes you pass, go and collect $2. (My grandson and I play junior monopoly.) Sometimes you get sent to Park Place with a hotel that isn’t yours. “Pay up!” Sometimes I feel like Jimmy Stewart with Mommy Dollar and Papa Dollar by the end of the game.


I have a precious grandchild whose Mom and Dad are divorced, which isn’t very pleasant between them. But my ex-son-in-law has turned his life around and is now preaching. He is having a very positive influence on his son.
My grandson, for his birthday, asked for a suit to wear to church. His dad wears a suit every Sunday. And yes, we bought him a suit, shirt, tie, and shoes.
So never give up, take a chance on people and always be willing to give them a second chance. God may surprise you. He answered my prayer through my son-in-law, not my daughter.

Jonah, Samson, David, Moses, Peter, Mary Magdalene, Disciples, and more.. second chance people. God is in the business of second chances.

Philippians 1:6 “And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.”

William wears glasses and loves dogs. I painted this for him.

Rust and Moth Submission June 17, 2022

BIO: Rhonda Bronte Brown is a retired counselor/teacher who lives in Arkansas. Her published poetry appears in Better Than Starbucks Journal, the Trouvaille Review, and Haiku Seed Journal in February and March 2022. Find her online at https://brontebrown2.com.
1.	Moons of March Sing!
        (Spring Moon, Worm Moon and Sugar Moon)

Sky looks down on earth with the dark eye of a new moon. Spring buds pop their heads and Winter snaps, not yet. March winds howl for seasonal winds that breathe change. Terrestrial tides collide and winter gives way. March moons call for a zephr to disperse seeds far and wide 

Worm Moon signals the nightcrawlers to rise, stir the loam, breaking free the frozen earth. Spring Moon coaxes sleepy seeds to shed winter’s shield and stretch their roots in fertile dirt. Under the Sugar Moon trees bud, enticing the sweet maples to release their sugary sap. 


"Zephyr, carry the seeds far and wide. Loam, provide their needs. Seeds, shed those winter coats. Nightcrawlers, dig underground moats. Clouds, let loose your showers so the earth can bring forth bouquets of flowers!"

A morrowless day
arriving on the equinox
perfectly balanced.  



2.	A Pastoral Cacophony Published Nov 2022 Better Than Starbucks Journal

As morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist, dawn's chorus begins. The woodland world wakes, nestlings fluff their feathers, squish together and listen to their twitter song. 

Blackbirds sing a low mellow tone blending choral notes to a dayspring chant. Red-breasted robins' antiphonal tweets, twitters back and forth. A cool zephyr breezes through the budding trees, and a hermit thrush adds a rhythmic woodwind harmony. 

Chee-pippety-chee-chee, Jenny wren joins in with a light peppy lilt, stepping up the beat. Colorful warblers echo a descant as tiny rainbows shimmer in twilight’s dew. A cappella chorus in one voice sings a spring aria. 

A blue jay's catcall 
signals a tail twitching taunt,
kitty in the weeds. 

The aria ends with the soft adagio from a mourning dove. 
coo-COO-coo, coo-coo.


[Optional NOTES: Antiphon: alternate singing by two groups. 
Adagio: A tempo having slow movement; restful at ease.
Lilt: a pleasant gentle swinging rhythm, a characteristic rising and falling in the tune.]


3. The Afghan Thirteen 

The pulse is weak, 
life's last vapor vanishes. 
Death grins when 
breathing ceased. 

Thanatos’ grim triumph- 
of the Afghan thirteen, 
fallen, betrayed from within, 
and left behind. 

A country's demise 
at the hands of a few. 
America's heart bleeds.
They will not be forgotten. 

Hope hurts. Hope heals! 
Hope shatters the grip of hate- 
the past and present repeat. 
1776 to Aug. 26, 2021.

In memory of the men and women who died in service of our country and the freedom loving Afghan people. 
 

Sgt. Johanny Rosario Pichardo, 25, of Lawrence, Massachusetts, assigned to 5th Marine Expeditionary Brigade, Naval Support Activity Bahrain.

Sgt. Nicole L. Gee, 23, of Sacramento, California, assigned to Combat Logistics Battalion 24, 24th Marine Expeditionary Unit, II Marine Expeditionary Force, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.


Staff Sgt. Darin T. Hoover, 31, of Salt Lake City, Utah. His military occupational specialty was 0369, infantry unit leader.

Cpl. Hunter Lopez, 22, of Indio, California, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Cpl. Daegan W. Page, 23, of Omaha, Nebraska, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Cpl. Humberto A. Sanchez, 22, of Logansport, Indiana, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Lance Cpl. David L. Espinoza, 20, of Rio Bravo, Texas, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Lance Cpl. Jared M. Schmitz, 20, of St. Charles, Missouri, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Lance Cpl. Rylee J. McCollum, 20, of Jackson, Wyoming, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Lance Cpl. Dylan R. Merola, 20, of Rancho Cucamonga, California, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Lance Cpl. Kareem M. Nikoui, 20, of Norco, California, decorated marine.

Navy Corpsman Maxton W. Soviak, 22, of Berlin Heights, Ohio, assigned to 1st Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, Camp Pendleton, California, decorated Navy Corpsman.

Staff Sgt. Ryan C. Knauss, 23, of Corryton, Tennessee. Knauss was assigned to 9th PSYOP Battalion, 8th PSYOP Group, Ft. Bragg, North Carolina.



Two Score and Three Years

I loved the way Kate began her post today. We have several things in common with the exception of time. It is hard to write four decades. Wow.

At twenty I went overseas to serve as a missionary beginning on the island of Guam to the Philippines and then on a tour into China. The year 1980. I too thought I was going to lead the world to Christ but God had so much more planned.

I shared Christ with a young islander, (every which way, time, scriptures, etc) yet, she never prayed to receive Jesus. I made a friend, think of her and off and on still pray for her. I learned humility.

I lived with a family in the Phillippines and shared their everyday life. Boiling water to drink, watching their daughter studying hard to pass an exam to enter sixth grade. If she didn’t pass, her schooling was over. I learned the value of education. I became a teacher.

When asked what I wanted to eat for breakfast, I suggest an egg. I didn’t know how expensive eggs were. Once I knew I ended that. I remember the family meal of rice, one fish, and pea dish which we all shared from a turn-style from the center of the table. I learned the value of family.

So much of what I write today is still tied to that year. I was in training for the battles to come.

I hope I gave half as much as I received. God’s blessing comes in so many different ways that at times we cannot see. My students would ask why so many people come to America, I replied for the water, it is clean, drinkable, and ready to serve.

So is God’s Word, which is clean, drinkable, and served every day in America under the blessing we received.

My first painting, by RL Brown

The Atchafalaya Basin by RL Brown

Across fourteen parishes the longest swamp river flows, the Atchafalaya River. The Cypress tree reigns as king in the sleepy waters of the Atchafalaya and Chitimacha rivers. They stand tall and proud, robed in a reddish-bark, untouched by time. Adorn with delicate leaves that sparkle in the sunlight, branches stretch to cover their domain.

If the Cypress is king then gators stand guard in murky waters beneath, keeping unwanted or unaware at bay.

This ecologically rich heritage is as diverse as the cultural peoples who have come to make it their home. European, African, Caribbean, and Native American descendants dug their roots deep into the bayou. The bayou blends them all into a cajun or creole cultural mix.

The Atchafalaya Basin by RL Brown
Narrative Non-fiction, prose

Across the boot parishes, 
a vast swampland exists
where the Cypress reign as 
keepers of the river forest. 

Underneath a feathery dome 
of twisted branches
robed in reddish bark,
resides the age-old kings. 

Gators serve as sentries 
guarding the murky waters below, 
instilling respect for life 
and doom for the ignorant. 

Sinkholes, shifting sand, 
watchful eyes always stare, 
ever mindful of 
a changing landscape. 

Stagnant water breeds 
relentless mosquitoes. 
Yet, yellow warbles and
purple martin feast. 

Host to mink, otters, muskrats, 
bears, deer, and bobcats, 
this bayou exists for life- 
and shares in its hardships. 

A river basin teaming
with bass, crappie, and crawfish, 
full of beauty and wonder. 
Its esse seeps into a Cajun's soul. 

Standing between worlds 
is a glimpse of immortality, 
a time passage that remains 
under the Cypress rule.	

Resources:
https://www.nature.org/en-us/about-us/where-we-work/united-states/louisiana/stories-in-louisiana/the-atchafalaya-river-basin/ 
https://www.basinkeeper.org/theatchafalayabasin#:~:text=Other%20animals%20that%20call%20the,%2C%20armadillo%2C%20fox%20and%20opossum.


The Atchafalaya Basin by RL Brown

Across the boot parishes, a vast swampland exists where the Cypress reign as keepers of the river forest. 

Underneath a feathery dome, robed in reddish-bark with shields of twisted branches, resides the age-old kings. 

Gators serve as sentries guarding the murky waters below, instilling respect for life and doom for the ignorant.

Sinkholes, shifting sand, watchful eyes always stare, ever mindful of a changing landscape.

A river basin teams with bass, crappie, and crawfish, full of beauty and wonder. Its esse seeps into a Cajun's soul. 

Stagnant water breeds relentless mosquitoes. Yet, the yellow warbles and purple martins feast. 

Host to mink, otters, muskrats, bears, deer, and bobcats, this bayou exists for life and shares in its hardships.  

Standing between worlds is a glimpse of immortality, a time passage that remains under the Cypress' rule. 
"The Atchafalaya Basin comprises an area of 860,000 acres of swamps, lakes and water prairies. Cutting a 15-mile-wide path across South Louisiana, it is the largest and last great river-basin swamp. But to fully comprehend and appreciate the magnificence of the Atchafalaya, you must journey back to when the Atchafalaya was as nomadic as its people.
Coastal Prairie, and its adjacent marsh habitat, provided immense spaces for waterfowl and thousands of other forms of wildlife."
"Other animals that call the Atchafalaya home include the Louisiana black bear, white-tailed deer, bobcat, coyote, alligator, beaver, nutria, mink, otter, muskrat, armadillo, fox and opossum."
"The Atchafalaya Basin comprises an area of 860,000 acres of swamps, lakes and water prairies.With each new season, the Atchafalaya Swamp changes its face. Winter blows in isolation and despair as the frigid morning fog rolls across the basin swamp. Spring signals a rebirth as lush greens and vibrant purples reach forward to embrace its new season. Sunrise in the basin awakens its creatures as snakes slither, and alligators and turtles bask in the sunlight. As the sun descends on another day, an eerie silence hangs on until the haunting cry of the egret penetrates the morning."

https://www.nature.org/en-us/about-us/where-we-work/united-states/louisiana/stories-in-louisiana/the-atchafalaya-river-basin/

https://www.basinkeeper.org/the-atchafalaya-basin#:~:text=Other%20animals%20that%20call%20the,%2C%20armadillo%2C%20fox%20and%20opossum.

New sites to research: 

https://www.bsaswampbase.org/atchafalaya-swamp

July Haikus and Poems

Real magic is the time 
and effort you put into 
something.

The difference between a fable and a fariy tale is that in a fable you succeed by your own efforts. That is the essence of real magic. 
Solstice's rays stretch to reach 
Nighttide's inner boundaries
Summer bows
Nighttide catenates
thunderous speech showers from the sky
pattering the earth's surface
liquid sunshine seeps into the crusty dirt, 
nourishing deep roots. 

Showers of thunderous speech
oozing liquid sunshine
splattering the dirt
Sun captures glistening vapors
snapdragons retreat
pods of rebirth
Seeds are coming early this year.
Hidden in Nature Pic by RLBrown
(WIP)
Hidden in Nature

Dangling treasure
for avid adventurers,
hidden in nature. 
Dangling treasures
hidden in nature
for seekers to find......sought by

Tenacious trekkers
journey through a rarely seen
ribbon of time. 

Wanderers capture
moments of discoveries
and lasting memories.

Capturing moments
of discoveries
and lasting memories.

The patterned pathways of
speckled sunlight guiding
advid adventurers.

As evening wanes
sunlight etches closer to 
twilight's shade

Speckles of sunlight 
Sunlight etches closer to twilight's shade
as the evening wanes. 
emits pastel hue (cool Hue) Pastel hues color the evening sky.

long summer evenings
forrest and child
refuse to sleep.

Fireflies hover
tealights glow
keeping darkness at bay

Cicadas sing
tree shadows creep. 
Silence and night merge.
Yet little ones play in evening's twilight.

little ones frolic 
on moonbeams silvery stream
 till stillness comes.
 
Moonbeams
little ones frolic
under moonbeams slivery
till stillness comes

vanishing, tranformed by a moonbean   ---stars shine, night receds behind the stars. 
light infused into the night lighting a new path
till moonbeam 
cast a sprkled light or an infused ligh
shadows and light play againtill the night hush comes
to pour a sleeping draft,
draws the sleepy eyes 
darkness comes with a peacful rest. 



Night's hush pours it sleeping draft

Life frolics on the moonbeam.
It plays till Night's hush
moves stillness in and
draws the sleepy eyes
shut, all rest. 

{Plays till stillness comes.
The hush of night,
draws the sleepy eyes,
rest. 
Yet in the darkness
life does not sleep
It frolic till Night's hush
moves in stillness,
all rest.]

Dayshadows shines Pattern Pathways 
on twisted trails 
of speckled sunlight 
patterned pathways
of speckled sunlight 
on twisted trails
designed for 
rambling rovers,
giddy gadabouts,
avid adventurers, 
dogged drifters, 
and
tenacious trekkers.

fun to play with-
Tenacious trekkers travel twisted trails through time. time turns memories into laughter.
Twisted trails of speckled sunlight and patterned pathways traveled by avid adventurers, dogged drifters and tenacious trekkers. 
Wintry winds
whistling a ceaseless
threnody
Haiku Music Challenge
1. sunlight etches closer 
to twilight's shade, 
evening wanes 

2. long summer evenings 
forest and child 
refuse to sleep

Rhonda L Brown - USA

http://stardusthaiku.blogspot.com/p/blog-page.html submission instructions
submission - Stardust - August

June Haikus and Poems

A troubled matrix
dewdrops of torment 
stains
#HaikuSeed 
Mildew
Time spins laughter into memories and memories into laughter.
Summer Solstice

Solstice's rays stretch to reach 
Nighttide's inner boundaries
Summer bows
Nighttide catenates


Germanation of ideas:
chasing the night
unfurl, relents  
or
sun's rays 
outstretched-ahha
relents
or
sunrays chase away the night
unfurled, relents

sun rays stretch 
chasing nighttide's boundaries
unfurled, relents  
Summer Solstice

needs solstice in poem to identify purpose
Guess, guess, guess again,
kid-giggles on the inside
guessing games.

Time spins memories 
into laughter
and laughter 
into memories
Troutswirl Submission /July
 #HaikuSaturday
my grandson, he's twelve now, but still loves to laugh. pic.twitter.com/qoQoA5XVjZ
"Coach Moon confirms the big five will show," says Gally Vant, Earthwatch Magazine Reporter. 
"The planetary team will meet on June 23," says Coach Moon. 
"Will you be joining them this year?" Mrs. Vant asked. 
"Wouldn't miss it," says Coach Moon, " and you shouldn't either."
pathways of patterned sunlight
patterned pathways
speckled sunlight

patterned pathways
of speckled sunlight 
on twisted trails
designed for 
rambling rovers,
giddy gadabouts,
avid adventurers, 
dogged drifters, 
and
tenacious trekkers.

fun to play with-
Tenacious trekkers travel twisted trails through time.

Twisted trails of speckled sunlight and patterned pathways traveled by avid adventurers, dogged drifters and tenacious trekkers. 
stormy days
torrential rain
evening settles
to
walk above the clouds
life

stormy days settle to walk above the clouds
Summer colors vibrate, the wind hums, the sky swishes, and our insides giggle.

a view from a hammock
swaying in the breeze
the hammock giggles
Personification Haiku Dialogue Aug 3 2022


The wind hums
the clouds dance 
soft kisses,
in the cool
listening to the wind hum
watching the clouds dance

the sky swishes