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    • By Queen Esther
      Poetry at it's finest
      *SISTERS*
      I was sitting, on a summer day, beneath a
      shady tree, descending into slumber, when a
      vision came to me.
      There was beating, of a thousand drums - the
      ground was shaking too. Then over the
      horizon came a woman into view.
      --And then another woman, with a hundred at
      her heel. They multiplied a thousand fold
      - the vision was surreal!
      Salvation was their helmet and solid faith
      their shield, with righteousness, as
      breastplates, their hearts were well
      concealed.
      --A mighty sword they all possessed, held
      tightly in their palms. Was this the
      female army indicated in the Psalms?
      Their eyes were facing forward as they
      marched in perfect time. Then I recognized
      their faces! These were sisters - friends
      of mine!
      --See there that single sister? Satan put her
      to the test! How she longed to have a
      husband; to be loved like all the rest!
      And there, that older sister, though her
      spouse does not believe, you'll find her
      out in service, every morning, noon and
      eve.
      --Another lost her husband, yet she marches
      through her trial. Says she, 'He's on
      vacation - merely resting for a while.'
      And that one lost her husband when he
      simply went AWOL. He dropped his sword
      mid-battle, yet she's marching straight and
      tall.
      --Oh! yes, and there's my sister with her
      young ones - quite a sight. Her husband is
      in prison - for the war, he refused to go
      and fight.
      This sister here seems quite content - her
      life seems quite ideal, but what goes on
      behind closed doors, she never will reveal.
      --In spite of all these hardships, the women
      march on strong. The old, the young, the
      strong, the weak: they bravely trudge
      along.
      --And then, like lightning, one of them
      stepped right up to my face. ' How dare
      you rest!' she said to me. 'There's no
      time left to waste!'
      Here, take this sword and take this
      shield, this breastplate you must wear.'
      'Don't rest until the Kingdom News is
      broadcast everywhere!'
      --And so I found my place in line, with no
      time to debate. For now, I see the urgency
      - my sleep will have to wait.
      No time for insecurities, no time for
      shrinking back. Just time to get this
      preaching done, false doctrines to attack!
      --So next time you sit down to rest or get
      the urge to snooze, or if you start to tire
      out while preaching the good news,
      Observe this military force, just see what
      they can do, and pray for strength from God
      on high, then you can do it too.
      --'The women telling the good news are a
      large army.' - Psalm 68:11
    • Guest Nicole SG
      By Guest Nicole SG
      NICARAGUAN WRITER
      Rubén Darío, pseudonym of Félix Rubén García Sarmiento, (born January 18, 1867, Metapa, Nicaragua—died February 6, 1916, León), influential Nicaraguan poet, journalist, and diplomat. As a leader of the Spanish American literary movement known as Modernismo, which flourished at the end of the 19th century, he revivified and modernized poetry in Spanish on both sides of the Atlantic through his experiments with rhythm, metre, and imagery. Darío developed a highly original poetic style that founded a tradition.
      Legacy
      In addition to the three major collections on which his greatest fame rests, Darío wrote approximately 100 short stories and tales, several volumes of poetry and penetrating literary criticism, and the journalistic articles that appeared in La Nación and elsewhere.
      From the standpoint of artistic resourcefulness and technical perfection, Darío is considered by many to be one of the greatest poets who ever wrote in Spanish. Throughout his career he boldly experimented with many forms of verse, and he probably introduced more metrical innovations than any other Spanish-language poet. Darío’s poetry is notable for its remarkable musicality, grace, and sonority, and he had a masterly command of rhyme and metrical structure. His earlier anecdotal and descriptive poems treat faraway places, mythology, and other exotic subjects with a rich lyricism, while the later poems in Cantos de vida contain a pronounced philosophical note and exhibit a poignant and powerful sense of the tragic side of life.
      https://www.britannica.com/biography/Ruben-Dario
    • By Kurt
      I was born in Honolulu HI in 1942, just 3 months after the attack on Pearl Harbor.
      My mom was born and raised there. My dad was in the Army, and stationed there, and that's how they met. They were married 11/18/40. They were there on December 7th. My mother was just 3 months away from having me. My dad was from Boston, and that's where I grew up. I have a sister who is a year and a half younger than I. My mother was baptized as one of Jehovah's Witnesses in 1950, although she had known the truth since she was a teenager. She was born 2/8/20 (this also happens to be the birth date of Lana Turner).
      I was baptized in May of 1957, just 2 years before I graduated from high school, and I pioneered from '69 to '72. We attended the international conventions of Jehovah's Witnesses in 1953 and 1958. I remember 1963 also. But '58 was the granddaddy of them all.
      I moved to WA state in 1987 because I liked the climate better than New England. Then I started dialing up a Witness-Only bulletin board system, and was met with many messages of welcome from a variety of friends (PHriends, as we called them), and one of those e-mails was from Grace Straley.
      Over the course of time, I got to know things about her and vice verse, and we found out that we both wrote poetry and often shared these on the bulletin board. We did finally meet at the district convention in the summer of '95, incidentally.
      When so many friends went to the Internet (as I did), they asked about the poetry, and that is when I decided to go this route and publish the poetry on a website for many friends to see and enjoy, as so many of them had been on the BBS.
      And by the way, we did become the best of friends!!!!!
      HE WILL CALL
      Life Everlasing is Promised
      See Yourself When All Is New
      The Poet´s Branch
      Cynthia Becker (Poetry by grace straley)
    • By Queen Esther
      "Looking  for  one  Heart !"
      "Looking for one Heart"
      And I'm Seeking everyone's Part
      My Family is like one spirit
      But with Jehovah, all don't want to hear it
      If all of us understand what is best
      All of us will be eternally Blesses
      Because days and ages has gotten us all down
      And the pain and sorrow it just seems to Drown
      Me with the feelings of Grief I've gotten to a Slump
      And sometime I feel like I live in a Garbage Dump
      Even with my health, I'm weak in the knees,
      Boy I miss my youth, when I could run with ease
      But I don't mind getting older
      Because It has make me bolder
      In my faith to Preach
      Of Jehovah's New System that I Teach
      Where all my Pain and Fears Will disappear
      And to Jehovah God we all must adhere
      Regardless the fact my family's not united in the Lord
      It will not stop me from being in full accord
      With Jehovah my God I will never Leave
      Because he is the only one that I will belive
      Especially for my Oldest son lost in death
      I have the faith that Jehovah will give him new breath
      To bring him back to life
      So He may one day see his Wife
      That never stopped loving his mother
      Even falling in love with his Brother
      Marrying him like in days of old
      When they obeyed Jehovah in what they were told
      Who will get her in the resurrection the bible does say
      But the only thing that matters is that we obey
      His word and law today and forever
      So those that love him will never sever
      A relationship I want all my family to get
      So every one of us will emit
      The Love and Joy that Jesus Displayed
      This is my prayer that all I can persuade
      That all my living sons and their wives will see
      My lost son that has a guarantee
      Of everlasting life that we all can attain
      If our love for Jehovah we don't break the chain
      That our whole family must impart
      That we all are "Looking for one Heart"
         ❤ .•*¨`*•..¸♥☼♥¸.•*¨`*•. ❤
    • By The Librarian
      No tongue have I, nor mouth, nor lip, a speech I cannot make
      But if I could, the things I'd say, would long, long hours take!

      For I was born to fill a need, in answer to a callAnd those who brought me forth to live, have named me Kingdom Hall.

      So I've a royal name you see, and royal was my birthI'm here for service to a King, I hope I prove my worth!

      I want so much to be just right. To suit the need I fillTo aid in service of Kingdom Truth, to people of good will

      Oh give me lips and mouth and tongue, and let me tell to all,The reason why I'm standing here, why I'm called a Kingdom Hall

      But what's a Kingdom Hall you ask? You mean you haven't heard?Why I'm the place where all may come, and freely learn God's word

      No, I'm no church, don't get me wrong, I have no pews or steepleAnd never will collection plates be used to milk the people

      The things you'll hear within my walls will not be false traditionYou'll never hear that Hell is hot, for that's a contradiction!

      Nor will the pagan idea of God, who's three in oneEver be preached beneath my roof; such doctrines you should shun

      But rather, here inside my doors you'll learn things reliableBecause they'll be taken from a truthful source, God's word, the Holy Bible!

      You'll learn how Jehovah God intends to rid the earth of all it's woes;Destroy it's sorrow, sin and death; all mankind's deadly foes

      Then in their place will blossom forth, a world of truth and loveAn earth where God's will shall be done; just as in heaven above

      There'll be no sickness, pain or death, no tear to mar the smileNo one will then bring grief and strife; no Devil will beguile

      But those who live in the new system will humbly bow the kneeBefore Jehovah God who reigns in Grand Supremacy

      This is part of what you'll hear within these walls of mineBut more than that you'll learn just how to make this light to shine!

      And that's the point I want to stress, which may seem rather oddThat I'm not built just as a place in which to worship God

      So here it is you'll learn of Jehovah God; to know what is his willTo learn what he requires of you, his laws how to fulfill

      To worship God means more than sit and listen to God's wordIt means to act; to serve; to preach, to all who have not heard

      Outside my doors, amidst the world, you must hold forth the lightYou must apply what you here learn, to worship God aright

      How great my joy I want to shout; My privelege is so rareYou other buildings of the earth, cannot with me compare

      If I could speak, I'd raise my voice and make all buildings knowThat my importance excels theirs, for from me truth will flow

      So listen, All you structures proud, you giants of steel and stoneYour tops may scrape a scuddling cloud or soar where Eagles have flown

      Your cornerstone may have been laid by worldly men of fameBut you can not boast, That you've been made to praise Jehovah's name!!!
      Author: Unknown
    • By Bible Speaks
      OLD World Soon GONE------New Earth ZOOM ON!
       
      GOD'S Servants
      Don't FEAR the Future
      NOT the WAY that MANY People DO
       
      BECAUSE Satan
      When You Come CALLING
      Our God Jehovah is Waiting ON YOU!
       
      This World
      CAN'T Keep Us Down
      BECAUSE Our God Jehovah
      Makes Himself SO EASILY FOUND
       
      Jehovah's People
      LOOK To A Wonderful Future
      That The Bible Makes So BEAUTIFULLY KNOWN
       
      Our MOTTO Might Be
      Old World Soon GONE-------New Earth ZOOM ON! 
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      19364E78-48CA-4CD0-93FD-883F36B8D17E.mp4

    • By Queen Esther
      I think that I shall never see
      A poem lovely as a tree
      A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
      Against the earth's sweet flowing breast
      A tree that looks at God all day
      And lifts her leafy arms to pray
      A tree that may in Summer wear
      A nest of robins in her hair
      Upon whose bosom snow has lain
      Who intimately lives with rain
      Poems are made by fools like me
      But only Jehovah God can make a tree ❤
      By Joyce Kilmer, was published in August 1913
      Kilmer died from a sniper's bullet on a battlefield in France on July 30, 1918 at the age of 31
    • By Queen Esther
      A REGULAR PIONEER
      I've set upon an arduous course,
      But, oh joy I'll see,
      Jehovah accepted, I'm a regular pioneer,
      Lord, here I am, send me!
      Many prayers have I supplicated,
      Jehovah, can I see this through?
      I make my vow and dedication,
      Your will I want to do
      Notes and scriptures about pioneering
      Coincidence I would find
      Those encouraging talks and experiences
      Were indelibly on my mind
      My goal was set, a schedule, too.
      Boy, that was hard for me
      But Jehovah knows my weaknesses
      He's pulled me through to be
      A good for nothing slave I am,
      Only did what I was told.
      Declared the Kingdom Good News,
      Be courageous, firm and bold.
      So, a point I made to work with those
      Who chose the best career
      Nowhere else would they rather be
      Than serving as a regular pioneer
      We know the sheep are out there yet,
      The angels will direct
      Please bless the ministry, my God,
      From the wicked one he'll protect
      Oh, what joy at heart we feel
      When a meek one does agree,
      That there has to be a better life,
      And start a Bible study.
      What patience it does take for us,
      So many not at home,
      The listening ears are getting few
      But remember we are not alone
      Encouragement from one another
      Experiences to share
      Such a joyful praises and happy faces
      All God's true servant's wear.
      So if you have the pioneer spirit
      For a day, a month, a year,
      You'll see how rich Jehovah blesses
      In being a regular pioneer.
      ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
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