Saturday, June 25, 2016


Sophia Myles


My voice will cry out in distress.
I will be heard.

I will seek help when I am in trouble.

My hands will reach up until night.
I will repeat my reach.

I think of peace. I feel restless.

I work for comfort. My spirit faints.

My eyelids won't close.

I am troubled. I dare not speak.

I read about history.

I consider my past.

I commune with my heart at night.

I search my mind. What will it take
to achieve success? Will I be put off
forever? Has nobless oblige
been forgotten?

Is there no promise for me?

Has graciousness been taken 
from grace?
Has anger eliminated compassion?

I say: "My grief is this.

Moral law has been taken 
from government.
It's not civil."

I will remember what has worked 
for people in history.

I will call to mind wonders

from the past.

I will meditate 
for energy. I will 
reflect on the design of power.

Respect for life is holy.

Is anyone more holy than life?

No one has the right to murder.

Even the Giver of the promise 
obeys the law.

The promise is for providence.
Whoever loves knows this experience.

Love has worked wonders.

This power has been shown to the people.

The strength of this power cleanses us

for redemption. We are the children
of resourcefulness. We prepare 
for times of trouble.

The water saw your power

reach down from the sky.
It trembled. It was shaken
to the depths.

The waters waited to touch the whirlwind
as it extended down to earth.

The turbulent waves 

wanted to reach up 
to meet your touch.

When heaven 

reached the sea
a pathway was cleared. 

Rain poured down from the clouds.

Lightning flashed.
Thunder rumbled. The earth shook.
Air was sucked from the atmosphere, 
but a way across the shallow sea was seen.

We were liberated from slavery.
Your footsteps were not visible, but
you led your people to experience
freedom in the exodus 
through the wilderness.

We were drawn through the reeds
to offer the sacrifice of praise.

This is my deliverance.

A path has been made straight
for me with the people.

I will reach out with my voice
whenever it is needed.

77 Voce mea ad Dominum
1 I will cry aloud to God; *
I will cry aloud, and he will hear me.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; *
my hands were stretched out by night and did not tire;
I refused to be comforted.
3 I think of God, I am restless, *
I ponder, and my spirit faints.
4 You will not let my eyelids close; *
I am troubled and I cannot speak.
5 I consider the days of old; *
I remember the years long past;
6 I commune with my heart in the night; *
I ponder and search my mind.
7 Will the Lord cast me off for ever? *
will he no more show his favor?
8 Has his loving-kindness come to an end for ever? *
has his promise failed for evermore?
9 Has God forgotten to be gracious? *
has he, in his anger, withheld his compassion?
10 And I said, "My grief is this: *
the right hand of the Most High has lost its power."
11 I will remember the works of the Lord, *
and call to mind your wonders of old time.
12 I will meditate on all your acts *
and ponder your mighty deeds.
13 Your way, O God, is holy; *
who is so great a god as our God?
14 You are the God who works wonders *
and have declared your power among the peoples.
15 By your strength you have redeemed your people, *
the children of Jacob and Joseph.
16 The waters saw you, O God;
the waters saw you and trembled; *
the very depths were shaken.
17 The clouds poured out water;
the skies thundered; *
your arrows flashed to and fro;
18 The sound of your thunder was in the whirlwind;
your lightnings lit up the world; *
the earth trembled and shook.
19 Your way was in the sea,
and your paths in the great waters, *
yet your footsteps were not seen.
20 You led your people like a flock *
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.

Sunday, June 19, 2016


Elisabeth Shue: Battle of the Sexes

Aisuru kokoro

My heart longs 
for the sensation of serenity
as a deer thirsts for flowing streams
of cool, clean water.

My soul is cast down.

I remember the celebration of youth.
The majesty of mountain looked down
on the vibrant green lushness 
of the tree covered land. The raging peace 
of river was fed by the crystal clear of streams
that flowed down from beneath the peak
that held up the soles of my dirty sneakered feet.

The water ran ajar with the land;
as far as the eye could see. 
God was praised 
by the sun's rays.  
Divinity was seen
as serene
within me.
Worship was 
found outside 
the temple.

Now sea calls to sea;

from finite to finite 
to the climate and infinity.
My heart starts at the rumble
of the thunder drum as the waves
of wind and spirit start the splattering
patter that cleanses the soul
when rain roars to the ground.
The lightning flash of love
commands respect with a dash
from the crash.

The darkness of knowledge

is illumined with the question
revealed through prayer.
Will you help me?

I say to divinity,

"You are my rock; my deliverer;
the Savior in whom I trust. Why 
have you forgotten me? Why 
must I settle for sorrow 
while my work 
is exploited?"

It's as if my adversary

was pouring salt on my wound
to increase the pain. I am taunted
by the question once again,
"Where is your deliverance?"

Why are you cast down, dear soul?

Why have you become unsettled within me?
Put your trust in your deliverance.
Divine being will be praised again
within the sanctuary 
of your temple.

42 Quemadmodum
1 As the deer longs for the water-brooks, *
so longs my soul for you, O God.
2 My soul is athirst for God, athirst for the living God; *
when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, *
while all day long they say to me,
"Where now is your God?"
4 I pour out my soul when I think on these things; *
how I went with the multitude and led them into the
house of God,
5 With the voice of praise and thanksgiving, *
among those who keep holy-day.
6 Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul? *
and why are you so disquieted within me?
7 Put your trust in God; *
for I will yet give thanks to him,
who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
8 My soul is heavy within me; *
therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan,
and from the peak of Mizar among the heights of Hermon.
9 One deep calls to another in the noise of your cataracts; *
all your rapids and floods have gone over me.
10 The Lord grants his loving-kindness in the daytime; *
in the night season his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
11 I will say to the God of my strength,
"Why have you forgotten me? *
and why do I go so heavily while the enemy
oppresses me?"
12 While my bones are being broken, *
my enemies mock me to my face;
13 All day long they mock me *
and say to me, "Where now is your God?"
14 Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul? *
and why are you so disquieted within me?
15 Put your trust in God; *
for I will yet give thanks to him,
who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

Saturday, June 11, 2016

The Republic Is

Winona Ryder: Stranger Things

The Republic Is
Within You
Kyōwakoku wa anata no uchi ni arimasu 

Listen to my thought.
Consider my contemplation.

Attend to my cry for help
for I pray to you, my God. 
You are my Guide.

You hear my voice in the morning.
I appeal to you early and watch 
for answers to the lateness
of the day.

You are not someone who takes pleasure in terror.
Evil cannot dwell in you.

You hate the works of destruction;

the acts that kill people and destroy property.

Lies damage communication for organization.
Deceit for division is divisive;
for homicide is bloodthirsty.

Mercy is the greatness for your house.
I will enter your presence with gratitude and awe.

Help me to find that which is right.
Guide me on the path to justice 
despite those who seek to enlist me
to profit from pride and prejudice.

Make the way to truth clear.
Deceit seeks to force my retreat.

The doctrine for destruction 
has become the heart for our policy.
Our statements have become an open grave.

Declare detection of guilt for the guilty. 
Convey direction for the correction
of those who were deceived.

Cast rebellion out as the creator of rebels.
Rebels did not rebel against you.

Let all who take refuge in you be glad.
They will sing of your joy forever.

You will give them shelter 
so your love may be exalted.

You will bless independence with responsibility;
anoint faith in the resurrection of goodness
for justice with truth.

5 Verba mea auribus
1 Give ear to my words, O Lord; *
consider my meditation.
2 Hearken to my cry for help, my King and my God, *
for I make my prayer to you.
3 In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; *
early in the morning I make my appeal and watch for you.
4 For you are not a God who takes pleasure in wickedness, *
and evil cannot dwell with you.
5 Braggarts cannot stand in your sight; *
you hate all those who work wickedness.
6 You destroy those who speak lies; *
the bloodthirsty and deceitful, O Lord, you abhor.
7 But as for me, through the greatness of your mercy I will
go into your house; *
I will bow down toward your holy temple in awe of you.
8 Lead me, O Lord, in your righteousness,
because of those who lie in wait for me; *
make your way straight before me.
9 For there is no truth in their mouth; *
there is destruction in their heart;
10 Their throat is an open grave; *
they flatter with their tongue.
11 Declare them guilty, O God; *
let them fall, because of their schemes.
12 Because of their many transgressions cast them out, *
for they have rebelled against you.
13 But all who take refuge in you will be glad; *
they will sing out their joy for ever.
14 You will shelter them, *
so that those who love your Name may exult in you.
15 For you, O Lord, will bless the righteous; *
you will defend them with your favor as with a shield.

Sunday, June 5, 2016


Zendaya Coleman


Yeah Yah!

Raise praise with heart for soul!
I will cheer life as long as I live.
I will sing thanks to the Giver
for my existence.

Don't put your trust in rulers, 
nor in those who finance them.
There is no hope in their pride.
When they breathe their last
they return to the earth.
Let their pride perish with them.

Happy are those who trust 
in the Author of law; whose hope
is in the Maker of heaven and earth,
the seas and all that is in them;
the Keeper of the promise for life;
Who gives justice to the oppressed
and food to those who hunger;
Who sets prisoners free;
opens the eyes of the blind;
and lifts up those who are bowed down.

Rightness loves the righteous.
Strangeness cares for the stranger.
The orphan and the widow are sustained.
The way of the wicked is frustrated.

Leadership in love will reign forever;
the Commander of the commandments
throughout all generations.

Yeah Yah!

146 Lauda, anima mea

1 Hallelujah!
Praise the Lord, O my soul! *
I will praise the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.
2 Put not your trust in rulers, nor in any child of earth, *
for there is no help in them.
3 When they breathe their last, they return to earth, *
and in that day their thoughts perish.
4 Happy are they who have the God of Jacob for their help! *
whose hope is in the Lord their God;
5 Who made heaven and earth, the seas, and all that is in them; *
who keeps his promise for ever;
6 Who gives justice to those who are oppressed, *
and food to those who hunger.
7 The Lord sets the prisoners free;
the Lord opens the eyes of the blind; *
the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down;
8 The Lord loves the righteous;
the Lord cares for the stranger; *
he sustains the orphan and widow,
but frustrates the way of the wicked.
9 The Lord shall reign for ever, *
your God, O Zion, throughout all generations.

Saturday, May 28, 2016


Ming-na Wen: Agents of Shield

Reisetsu o teigi shimasu

Sing a new song.
Sing for civil law to secure creation.
Sing to defend the earth.
Sing for intelligence in design.

This is civil law.

Everyone has rights.

No one has the right to own another.
No one has the right to destroy another.
No one has the right to declare war.
No one has the right to profit from violent aggression.
No one has the right to murder.

Everyone has the right to defense.
Everyone has the right
to own his or her responsibility.
Everyone has the right to find provision
for basic needs. 

Everyone has the right to freedom in speech, 
media expression, religion, assembly 
and to petition the government
without punishment.

Every citizen has the right to vote.
Everyone has the right to fair defense 
when charged with crime.
No one has the right to punish with cruelty.

No one is God. Not even all people 
throughout all time are God. 
The law against murder is absolute. 
No one has the right to murder.

The title Son of God was applied to the one
who would did not claim the right to destroy;
who suffered the death penalty 
though he was not guilty of murder; 
who proclaimed that love
heals affliction caused by belief in cruelty
and violence. This Jesus did not claim
to be God.

The same title was applied to those 
who claimed the right to destroy;
who threatened to destroy any or all
who would not honor him as a god or God;
who sent men to their deaths in war; 
who sacrificed women and children
at the altar of personal profit;
who extracted wealth 
from the people for wars
that were created to raise taxes
and increase prices for basic provisions;
who destroyed cities and any who were found
left inside of them after combat between armed combatants;
who now destroy cities based on the claim that threat exists.

Those who say that 
Jesus claimed to be the Son also
assert that belief in God 
justifies genocide.

Those who claim the right to destroy 
are not civil, moral or legal
in accord with natural law.

They use the doctrine for destruction to extract wealth
from the people with taxes and high prices.

Celebrate the good news of salvation.
Declare the glory of love among the nations;
the experience of wonder among the people.

Law is to be respected. Consequence is natural.
Correction is personal and social. Legislation cannot
support wealth extraction. There is no right to destroy.

Presence in the present with perspective on perception
is a prelude to the measure of physical evidence.

Perception with the senses is not always right.
Testimony has to be corroborated by measure
and experiment. 

Truth is the majesty of reality.
Power is energy as it works through design.

Ascribe power to honor for your families. 
Ascribe honor to truth for people.

Infer truth from reality for justice.
Bring offerings of fact for exactitude.

Celebrate beauty in the design of nature.
Let purpose be the beauty in your design.

Sing to the nations: "The rule of law is civil."
The world is so ready, the word will be heard.
People will rejoice in the equity.

Let heaven rejoice. Let the earth be glad.
Let the sea thunder and rage.
Let the field be joyful with fertility.

Then the trees in the forest will shout
with amazement when the storm comes
to test for substance.

The world will be judged for civility;
the people for truth.

Saturday, May 21, 2016


Emily VanCamp: Agent 13
Captain America: Civil War trailer
Marvel Girls video

Keiken no fushigi 

Wonder has been set as the sight for night.
Little birth bursts fill the darkening
and darkened sky with sparkle like delight;
creating statements of tranquil twilight
for the silence that surrounds the outer
reach of space.

When I look at the moon and stars,
I see the mystery of heaven;
the unknown that lies beyond
what can be known. I am left
to wonder, "What are we 
in the vast extension of time
in space? For what purpose 
has life been created?"

What is human in nature?
Nothing compared to everything.
Everything in relation to nothing.
We are a point of mind in the interim
where meaning is what we find. 

We have the authority to live, to laugh, 
to love, to play; to obtain providence 
for basic needs; to seek knowledge;
to test for the cause of change in matter;
to form judgment; to speak the speech
of truth, I ask you, for the destiny of justice;
to create art; to make products; to construct projects;
and to defend life for liberty and happiness. 

Majestic wonder, your energy extends
beyond design to the creation of love.

1 O Lord our Governor, *
how exalted is your Name in all the world!
2 Out of the mouths of infants and children *
your majesty is praised above the heavens.
3 You have set up a stronghold against your adversaries, *
to quell the enemy and the avenger.
4 When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, *
the moon and the stars you have set in their courses,
5 What is man that you should be mindful of him? *
the son of man that you should seek him out?
6 You have made him but little lower than the angels; *
you adorn him with glory and honor;
7 You give him mastery over the works of your hands; *
you put all things under his feet:
8 All sheep and oxen, *
even the wild beasts of the field,
9 The birds of the air, the fish of the sea, *
and whatsoever walks in the paths of the sea.
10 O Lord our Governor, *
how exalted is your Name in all the world!

Saturday, May 14, 2016


Lizzie Olsen
The Scarlet Witch in "Captain America: Civil War"
Captain America: Civil War trailer

Kyōyū sekyuriti

Happy is the nation whose government
is defined as civil by respect for rights.
Those who will not murder are lawful.

Light shines down from heaven
to show people the world.

All who dwell  on earth 
know the sun as the source
of light for our sight.

Our hearts are shaped by warmth.
Heat is the main catalyst for change.

Salvation is not dependent upon the strength of the military.
The strength of the military is dependent upon the intent to defend.

Strength is not subordinate to the conditioning of muscles.
Muscles are conditioned by the strength of will in mind.

The speed of a horse does not guarantee deliverance from threat.
Threat gives the horse the speed that is needed for deliverance.

Fear lies nearest to the heart of salvation when it moves you
to protect that which is most dear, but love finds food
in the midst of famine to pluck life from death.

Our soul waits for help until energy arrives 
with stealth to divert threat from attack 
for defense as with a shield.

Our heart rejoices in deliverance
as evidence for a Deliverer.

Let your love be with us.
We share our hope for security
with you.

12 Happy is the nation whose God is the Lord! *
happy the people he has chosen to be his own!
13 The Lord looks down from heaven, *
and beholds all the people in the world.
14 From where he sits enthroned he turns his gaze *
on all who dwell on the earth.
15 He fashions all the hearts of them *
and understands all their works.
16 There is no king that can be saved by a mighty army; *
a strong man is not delivered by his great strength.
17 The horse is a vain hope for deliverance; *
for all its strength it cannot save.
18 Behold, the eye of the Lord is upon those who fear him, *
on those who wait upon his love,
19 To pluck their lives from death, *
and to feed them in time of famine.
20 Our soul waits for the Lord; *
he is our help and our shield.
21 Indeed, our heart rejoices in him, *
for in his holy Name we put our trust.
22 Let your loving-kindness, O Lord, be upon us, *

as we have put our trust in you.