29 September 2016

Hillary Is Reviled For Bill’s Infidelities But Trump Gets A Pass

This is an actual quote by a Trump supporter about why she will not support Hillary Clinton: She was already there. I don't respect her. I don't vote for a president just because she is a women. Her husband is a rapist and womanizer. I don’t want him back in the White House. I won’t be so cruel as to justifiably identify the WOMAN who made this mind-boggling justification for supporting that reprobate orange demagogue, Trump.

Okay, I just cannot wrap my brain around that reasoning. My response to her and to every person who hates and denigrates Hillary for being cheated on, but gives Trump a complete pass is as follows: 

You don’t want Hillary because Bill cheated and she had the unmitigated gaul to stick to her Faith-centered commitment to her marriage. But you do want a man facing multiple charges of child-rape of sex-slaves from the very same accusers who helped put the billionaire pedophile, Epstein behind bars? You want a man whose raging misogyny is everywhere documented with audio and video from his on disgusting orange face? You want a man who’s been incest-fantasizing about his daughters for decades, even when they were babies? You want a man who is a self-confessed serial cheater, even bragging: “You know, it really doesn’t matter what (the media) write as long as you've got a young and beautiful piece of ass?” You want a man whose on first wife accused him of rape because he made her feel violated? You want a man who publicly calls women dogs, pigs, fat, ugly, and worse? You want a man who skeezes around beauty pageants, then demeans the winner so vilely? You want a man who actually said to one of the women apprentice contestants “Must be a pretty picture, you dropping to your knees?” You want a man who cheated on his first wife with a woman he courted in church?”

Please… OH MY GOODNESS! PLEASE explain to me why Hillary is reviled for Bill’s infidelities but that putrid orange reprobate gets a pass?

20 September 2016

Shadowed Forests of the Past

A poem of a place I left behind when “Hope was born anew…”

Bad old, dark places…
Places where my life no longer dwells…
Looking back upon the past…
That wasting, dark, drear past…
Come words from a long ago
Where my soul no longer cowers.

A place of wrenching loneliness 
always on the edge of light,
waiting to drag me back…
back into it's embrace….
I just kept trying to hold on, 
trying to hold out for love; 

But, every day that passed without it, 
Loneliness lurked to overwhelm.
And, darker still, monsters lurked…
Monsters lurked at every… every turn…
Soul shattering dramas spun out
in relentless perversions of hope.

Until that pivotal moment…
that time when change began…
Change began and Hope was born…
Hope born anew within my breast.
In that Hope, on angel’s breath…
An angel-friend led me forward.

She led me through the dark
and back to light and Faith.
I learned the true Me…
the truest Me I was meant to be
And learning Me, I learned Love.
Learning Love, I learned to love.

It's a truly blessed state…
In brilliant shining sunlight…
A place of laughter and love and joy…
Such have I found for myself…
After the long, dark road through tortured, 
shadowed forests of the past.

© 19 September 2014 MomzillaNC

19 September 2016

A Prayer for Our Nation and Hillary

There’s a palpable fear in our nation… a genuine disquiet weighting our hearts and minds, bearing down upon us, crushing our sense of peace. We hear loud voices proclaiming such hatred and bigotry and racism in the name of our Faith, in direct contradiction to our Savior’s own commandment.

John 13:34 “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. 35 By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” 

Gracious God of hope and love, we humbly pray
Your mercy upon our world, now and for all time. 
We honor You and pray Your will be done and Your peace that passes understanding come upon us. 
We come to You in humblest gratitude for all the blessings you have heaped upon America. 
We thank You for giving our hearts and our minds recognition of the truth. 
We honor You for the mission for which You call leaders to serve in the world. 
And, we thank You for Obama and Hillary who have heeded Your call to service. 
Father in Heaven, we ask Your healing grace upon the hearts of all humankind. 
We plead for Your intercession in the hearts and minds of all Your creation. 
In this time, there is fear in our hearts, Lord, for the future of our nation and the hope of our children. Fear and worry bear us down and lay weighted upon our hearts and our minds. 
We hear hatred shouted so loud from the hearts of those claiming Your name, Father. 
It tears at our hearts, and it disquiets our minds, and it wars against our peace in You. 
We feel the world becoming dark and frightening, overwhelmed by hatred and violence. 
We see that hatred manifested not only against each other, but manifested directly against Hillary Clinton. 
We know she is not perfect, Lord. 
Neither are we. But we hear Your commands from her lips,Your commands, through your only Son, to treat each other with kindness and love. 
All Mighty Father, we raise her up to be perfected to fulfill Your mission for this nation. 
We plead on her behalf, please surround her with Your hedge of protection, Omnipotent Lord. 
Holy Lord, we seek Your solace and the Holy Spirit’s guidance to turn our words to Your purpose.

May the meditations of our hearts
be acceptable in Thy sight,
Oh Lord, our strength and our redeemer.
~In Jesus’ Holy name
We pray all believing,

15 September 2016

Prayer of Protection for Hillary Clinton

There’s a sickness growing in the heart of America against this woman of Faith. It’s grown so desperate that a large minority have embraced a man who is the antipathy of our American ideal and is the embodiment of everything our Faith tells us is immoral or wicked… everything we have always believed to be downright evil. It has become a different religion in America today that has nothing to do with Christian Faith. It is a religion predicated on lies, on bearing false witness. This is the cult religion of “Hating Hillary.” Its practice is masturbatory vigilanteism, sometimes manifested in the galling and terrifying chants of “Lock her up!” And in calls for “Second Amendment Solutions,” and in calls for armed rebellion when she is elected.

“FALSE WITNESS” is more than just being the source or fabricator of a lie or propaganda. It is also retelling that lie as truth. That is “propaganda,” which is just a political term for “GOSSIP.” If you do not have quantifiable proof of what you repeat, then you are “being a malicious witness” – and a gossip. Gossiping is bearing “FALSE WITNESS.”

Exodus 23:1 NIV
[Laws of Justice and Mercy] "Do not spread false reports. Do not help a wicked man by being a malicious witness.

Proverbs 6:19 NIV
A false witness who pours out lies and a man who stirs up dissension among brothers.

Proverbs 21:28 NIV
A false witness will perish, and whoever listens to him will be destroyed forever.


Heavenly Father, merciful Lord, God of all…
We pray in all things Your glory may be magnified.
Father, You see how many hate Hillary Clinton so unreasoningly.
You have heard the false witness they bear against her daily, Lord.
You have heard, with us, both veiled and direct threats against Hillary’s life and mission.

We thank you, Lord, for giving us eyes to see and hear the truth
We thank you, Lord, for giving her the heart to keep working for Your purpose.
We come humbly in prayer and supplication, to you our God of grace and solace.
Please surround her with a hedge of Your omnipotent power and protection.
Preserve her goodness and make clear Hillary’s path to serve Your purpose in this world.
And, we ask, our Father in Heaven, that You help us let go of anger and fear,
Help us let go of resentment and pray for the healing of the hearts and minds
For all those who are as adversarial against supporters of Hillary, as they are her.
We lift them up to Your perfect love and healing grace, Lord.
Preserve this nation and heal the sickness of hate gnawing at its heart.
May Your Will perfect the heart of this nation and restore the strength of our unity.


08 September 2016

Bumble Bee

A short poem musing upon the humble bumbled bee

Bumble, bumble little bee, 
How you fly is beyond me
Buzz-a-wuzza, buzz-a-bee
That whizzy buzz is music to me.

© 08 September 2016

06 September 2016

Romans 15:1-7

Romans 15:1-7
1 We who are strong ought to bear with the failings of the weak and not to please ourselves. 2 Each of us should please his neighbor for his good, to build him up. 3 For even Christ did not please himself but, as it is written: "The insults of those who insult you have fallen on me." 4 For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through endurance and the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope. 5 May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you a spirit of unity among yourselves as you follow Christ Jesus, 6 so that with one heart and mouth you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. 7 Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God.

“Hands and hearts and minds and voices committed to working for tolerance, peace, and social justice everywhere, always.” ~MomzillaNC

02 September 2016

Strange… A little frustrated aside

Don’t you just hate it…
  When your too quick fingers…
    Are tap - tap - tapping…
      Tapping out one thing…
         Flying across the keyboard…
           While your brain is thinking…
              Imaginings blazing…
                Wandering the ether…
                  And your eyes aren’t seeing…
                     What’s forming on the page…
                        But some rare something other…
                          Typos leaping ‘cross the page…
                            While majestic flights of fancy…
                              Spin and dance among the stars…
                                 When you finally settle…
                                   And look upon the page…
                                     Those typos have created…
                                        Something new and strange…

by D. Denise Dianaty

© 03 September 2014 MomzillaNC

01 September 2016

Mother Lost

An old poem from my undergrad days, of discovering buried memories in therapy – from a different time before my mother lost herself, abandoned by a patriarchy that understood nothing and cared even less.

Mother Lost
In her young heart she loved
She wanted nothing more than to give love
She wanted children, a crowd about her
A song unique for each bright star
She loved her babies, sang her joy
Gently cuddled and held them safe
Three times with ease brought to life
Blest gifts, her fair headed delights
Then came the fourth, hard fought
Ripped from her body, at last
With all  her might, the last dram of heart
At last, brought through alive

Why to look upon that face
What darkness left behind
A burden, a sorrow, each shining bright face
Take and take and take and take
Nothing more she wants now, save death
Oh no, say the doctors, the nurses, the society
Lock her away till she learns to lock down her pain
Don’t guide her back through to the light
No more songs, joyless duty and burden are hers
Her anger, her blackened soul, 
Locked behind closed doors
It’s not our concern
Send her home to her babies
No matter their plight

ABOUT MOTHER IN THIS POEM: She was so very different, so loving and attentive before all the pain, that I actually blocked out those good memories for decades -- they were just too painful to recall in light of how bad things got. The thing that always hurts me most, though, is that my two sisters who were already born, when she had the last baby, were too young to retain any of those good memories; and the baby sister never knew that loving and attentive mother at all.

Twelve years she was lost in her madness, torturing her children. The same children she'd pined for and dreamed of since adolescence; she'd only ever wanted to be a wife and mother. See, she was born blind and had to be sent off to a school for the blind, away from her family; she gained her sight later. She grew up very disconnected from them. When she was home, she was the poor little blind girl whom they all coddled and cosseted -- but never connected on a fundamental level. She wanted that closeness of family for herself and her children. That might be the most tragic thing about my childhood… the poisoning of her dream.

Still… If I could go back in time, I wouldn’t change anything; everything that happened made the person I am, gave me this “now.” I’d suffer every indignity, every torment again not to miss out on my “now.” Embrace the Joy!
by D. Denise Dianaty
© 20 August 2014