‘Oh! Sorrowful Heart!’

‘…the whole land will be laid waste because there is no one who cares…’―Jeremiah 12:5-7

 Oh! Sorrowful Heart!
 
I felt a fragment
of His† heart
–barely a fragment
the sorrow buried deep–
I can't even start
 
He† looks east
He† looks west
–there is no one
I beg for Him†–
'look some more'
He† says:
'it's no use
they are too proud
even with the given tools
they conceal‒
what they're told
–they fear the crowd'

 
He† bows His† head
–shows me all those dead
He† wishes they'd understand
to whom they are wed
 
but they refuse to listen
as did their forefathers
–the law of love
they easily shed
so their egos‒
can get fed
 
as to me–
each time He† speaks
more silver...in sneaks
of more and more truth‒
wisdom....
He† gives me a peek
–clearly...the why
I see
‒then not–
all lost at sea
 
'do your part'
He† tells me
'it'll be okay'
He† reassures me
 
but my heart
feels the sorrow
time can no longer–
be borrowed
the harvest...soon–
to be sorted
the good from the bad
what will live
what will be burned
 
the judgment is spewing
a peach that won't survive
yet the target will die
before he finishes the job
 
a people up in roar
no longer able to soar
 
all across the earth
sticks and bricks–
equal the same
a spilled sorrowful heart
plants itself in every town
plants itself–
against every nation
 
oh! sorrowful, mourning heart
taking the children–
for its own
for it found no home
‒all sacred, holy love
disappeared‒
in trye's blood-soaked flood
 
'prophesy against them'
says the almighty Lord†
–all I want to do is pray
He† says:
'it's too late‒
they live in sedate'

 
so I cry–
I feel His† sorrowful heart
a tiny, tiny piece of it
He† bows His† head
as I close my eyes
see...all those dead
all those who forgot
to whom–
they were wed
 

Note: The photograph that accompany’s this work was taken November 9, 2019, Certainty of Visions. It may seem a random shot of my hair, but it isn’t. The V was put there and not by me. It symbolizes Vengeance. To further state His, that would be God, message, on November 11, 2019, He sent us the Avenging Angel, which He not only points out with the green Orb but also by putting an arrow in the sky to be sure that I see it and point it out to you. This isn’t a joke. This is as real as it gets. People from all around the world will start getting messages. Pay attention.

As always, the bold italic in the work is the words of God. He directed me to Jeremiah last night and the line that He wanted me to see: ‘because there is no one who cares’. You think He isn’t here for some reason. You think He isn’t paying attention. He is always paying attention.

‘Permission’

To be reborn, as Jesus said, you are not baptized in water but in the Spirit. This comes after you’ve died…for in order to be reborn, you must first die.

Permission
 
He† sits there waiting for you to say it
He's† giving you permission
–why don't you take it
 
He† stands there patiently–
His† hands thumbing
His† toes tapping
He† sits then stands again
He† paces...up and down, up and down
 
He† can't intervene
in frustration...He† waits
He† goes to His† Father†
tries to intercept
wants to intercept
but a mighty hand goes up
 
'an adult's bitter heart is still present'
 
so back to waiting
He† goes
 
He† watches, sends in the angel
the guide
hoping you'll see
–that breaking you down
is a matter of keep
 
the permission is granted–
fall to your knees
cry over all those horrible deeds
yell, curse, scream
curl into a ball–
hug, go on, hug those knees
sniffle, let all your crevices bleed
–wipe them on your sleeve
pucker them lips
suck air in deep
–go on and just breathe
 
look around, go ahead, look around
things are beginning to look differently
they seem...simple
maybe almost magical
 
go ahead, cry more if you need
go ahead, sniffle
pucker up them lips in pout
 
things, indeed, have changed
you are feeling your child-heart
you are granted permission
by He†...who is the Lord
 
in the depths of your scream
you called out His† name
you see....
that's what He† was waiting for
 
He† was waiting for:
the coming apart
of your adult heart
He† knows sincerity
only lives in the child heart
–that place where God†
wants you to turn...truly
 
when you get there–
He† knows you died...truly
for you called out–
now....
the crumbs of Jesus† comes in
 
it is the time–
for you to be redeemed
the beginning of your new birth
–a new baptism
when the Spirit† comes over you
and you become clean
 
patient...it's a slow process
for good reason
a child's first steps are careful
go too fast and you'll fall
–you'll have to restart it all
 
shh...slow, slow, slow
the Lord† is waiting
it's your choice to succeed
–all you have to do
is believe!
 

Note: The photograph that accompany’s this work was taken on December 10, 2019, The Dragon, Angel, Mom and Baby. You can go to the page and read the work to understand the title and what is in the photograph.

‘Wrecked Moments’

It doesn’t matter the reason, false doctrine is false doctrine, and more people are following it than ever before.

Wrecked Moments
 
times long ago
when we weren't yet
ready to go
 
a time when
we had no control
–a stripping of our
solid gold
 
the place...where–
began our fold
the place...where–
our freedom of self
selfishly sold
 
–without us
ever...being told

Note: The photograph that accompany’s this work was taken November 9, 2019, Certainty of Visions. God showing off His art. God time is not ours, but He warns through His prophets so that you may prepare because you do not know when His time is coming. And it IS coming!

(January 22, 2020)—Before the age of 18, our inner makings change because of something someone else did. It doesn’t matter all the wrong decisions we might have made before that exact time when another person came into our lives and told us the ultimate lie, and we believed it because we were too young to know the difference.

Every single one of us has this moment.

I wrote ‘Wrecked Moments’ this morning before reading anything, then I hear David say, ‘Open the Bible, I’ll lead you to the Scripture that goes with that.’ So, I did. Amazing. The first letter Paul wrote to Timothy from Macedonia to encourage him to not give up because there was a lot of fools loose mixing up things. Not much has changed. In fact, many things are worse; hence, what was pointed out to me today. As the commentarians of my Bible write:

Paul gives Timothy personal instruction and advice on a variety of matters and warns him concerning both false doctrine and those who would teach false doctrines, whose only goals in teaching is either making money or achieving popularity.The Daily Bible in Chronological Order

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‘Spilling of Blood’

Do you really believe that God doesn’t speak to us anymore? How is it that the world’s society as a whole have come to this? Have you ever questioned this? Do you know why? Are you not concerned to the why of it? Just the answers to these questions should have you rattled.

 Spilling of Blood
(A Plea for the Innocent)
 
Lord†, is it of mercy
as esther pleaded for her people
that I plead for all the innocent
all those defenseless souls
struggling for hope
as they are submerged in hate
as they are submerged in the greed of others
–innocent lives sold for sex
as those buying and selling
worship and praise–
proclaiming it is all right
in God's† eyes!
 
Lord†, I plead for them
I beg for Your† hand to come
to slam into these fools
for stealing the innocence
for robbing their dignity, their grace
 
Lord†, it's all over the earth
every where I turn–
I see beauty and nature
but lying beneath this mask
is what's smothering Your† love
 
condemned, I stand
suffering with all the innocent
pillaged, I withstand
hate and angry words
from those unhealed
–those who cause strife
those who spread bitterness
 
Lord†, I feel Your† heart
I feel Your† disappointment
I feel Your† disapproval
–please bring comfort
to all those putting their souls
in Your† hands
for their bodies are sold
to the highest bidder
all declaring it is right
in God's† name!
 
Lord†, this isn't just one nation
Lord†, this isn't just one people
it's all over the earth
the darkness has consumed them
–God's† veils have reached the maximum
they do not see
as God's† prophets of the past
deemed...to say it will be
IT IS!
 
Lord†, Your† time is coming
those with malicious hearts
those will never be allowed to see
–this, as God's† servant, I understand
 
Lord†, I ask for those in see
I ask for those with good hearts
–they stand the victims
of the blind
Lord†, I ask that You† continue
to keep their hearts pure
whatever comes to them–
in their suffering
at the hands of the blind
give them the strength
to remain in You†
give them the strength–
in all the wickedness around them–
to understand Your† unconditional love
give them the strength–
in their given gift of free will
to continue to choose You†, Lord Jesus†
so that God's† kingdom
will be their inheritance
 
as I write this–
I humbly pray for the broken–
those in the mince of their choosing
may they make the right choice
may their veils be removed
and they see Your† grace
they see the energy of God†
all around them
–bring them their salvation
so when it's time
a proper room will be prepared for them
 
help those weak in faith
help those lost to the bad shepherds
help them discover Your† truth
help them see God's† wrath
help them see why He† is so angry
 
as I write this–
as a servant of God†
I know this world will see worse
I know the war is escalating

I humbly pray for the innocent
I humbly pray for the good in heart
I humbly pray for those fighting
through the tests God† has them in
 
I humbly pray that they come to understand
that God† is always in charge
–all good, all evil
God† is the Alpha, the Omega
 
I humbly pray that they come to understand
what You†, Jesus the Christ†, meant by saying:
 
'everyone is invited, but not everyone gets in'
 
may the innocent take it into advisement:
Your† hand is their only salvation
 
this my loving, gracious Brother†
this my humble Lord Jesus the Christ†
I ask in God's† righteous glory
for His† wrath be spared
to leave the innocent with humble hearts
and lighted souls
 
this, God's† humble servant
ask and beg
for those who remain in You†
for ever and ever
amen

(January 19, 2020)—Since the middle of last year, I have been led to Esther over and over again, and each time there’s something new pointed out to me. Today was no exemption. The two Scriptures that I include here point out this: Standing up for the innocent. Standing up to the adversary, the bully, the mean people of the world.

Last night I was led to a documentary titled, ‘Iraq’s Secret Sex Trade’. I had no idea. I have been led to this abuse of ‘sex‘ since I began this journey. In the Visions, in the last of the visions, God points out this horrible truth. It was a horrible thing to write about and it was an even more horrible thing to see! He told me in the visions that these things were happening now. I didn’t want to believe that. So, He’s been showing me examples of all of it around the world.

To be a witness to abuse in its ugliness is the saddest of things. I have been saying that ‘everything is not what it seems’ and it has been pointed out to me over and over the truth in that.

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‘He† Breathes’

‘Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that his deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light…’…John 3:1-21

 He† Breathes
 
there's a temple
it's aged and pristine
a glorious monument
celebrated, cherished
there's a cross in this temple
an image solidified to this cross
I look at it
I crumble inside
for they do not know
why

 
there was this boy
He watched His parents work
He did what He could to help
but He kept hearing a voice
from why deep inside
He said:
'do not be afraid
you'll soon remember'
you see, I was veiled, too
so that I could learn truth
 
it is normal to feel different
when our Father speaks to you
He changes you
the deeper parts of you
so do not fear
it is more normal
than living on earth
 
to believe is to truly feel
this unquenchable desire
way deep in the heart
to love our Father
with everything we have
 
it is normal...to feel this love
when the heart is pure
it is normal to question yourself
for to offend our Father
is the worse thing
for a believer to do
 
rest in Him
the one who gives life
fear Him
for He also takes life
be patient in your rest
go about daily chores
forget your troubles
 
trust in Him
our Father knows
come to Me
and I will show you Him
 
love is all you need
a heart bursting with joy
for each other
without curses and hate
 
lean on Me
I'll make your burdens light
trust in God's journey
for you
He will make you whole
 
let Me comfort you
invite Me in
I'll pave the way to the kingdom
in love, through our Father's mercy
forever and ever
amen.

Note: The photo that accompanies this work was taken on October 15th when God sent the Phoenix, which is the symbol of New Birth. I have to say that I didn’t not choose this photo because of the Phoenix. David led me to this particular batch today. Fitting! In this particular image is the angel. This is just one of many amazing things God has sent to us!

(January 16, 2020)―I blushed and felt shy after writing what I heard today. I knew who was talking to me. Then I heard God ask after I wrote it, ‘You adore My Son?’ I said, ‘Yes.’ He replied: ‘As it should be.’

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‘How’s the Wine’

‘See, darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples…It still is (meaning the darkness is still present) because He then says…Nations will come to your light…The key word is will. It hasn’t happened yet…from Isaiah 60:1-14

 How's the Wine
 
you planted the seeds
ensured their soil...fertile
richly mixed within–
the best nutrients
–you watched day and night
plucked every weed
–babied every seed
 
your fields were blessed
for you cared for their crest–
sun came when needed
rain came when needed
all your vines began to grow
healthy, vibrant
–'til the grapes began to show
 
you marveled at their birth
giving thanks and praise
but you missed...a thing or two:
your eyes started to go blind
you started dreaming prosperity
–as more grapes appeared
your eyes grew big:
you can buy more land
you can build a bigger house
–money spent...not yet earned
not yet understanding–
the return
 
you became so careless
you didn't even see–
as your presses grew
as your cellars filled
as your variety increased
–you forgot about the nutrients
you forgot what was needed
–what each vine required
–you even forgot
about the weeds
–how they root and feed
 
you forgot to tend‒
below the surface
–all you saw...shiny vines
but in the dark‒
weeds and pest
began to ingest
 
a slow building nest
–leaving you to guess
but you didn't
–did you?
 
years have passed‒
since that first glass
you've grown‒
‒so many things
you own
 
you don't even access–
what's 'a mess
you just keep moving‒
never wondering–
what's next
never even asking–
how many vines...lost
to the infest
 
you just keep spending
you just keep enjoying
–drinking....
your well-brewed wine
–making....
a simple toast to your lost
 
and to you–
nothing else adds to the cost
you've become the boss
whatever...you have rights
to toss!
 
so, my friend....
how's the wine?

Note: The photo that accompanies this work was taken November 11, 2019 when God sent the message of the Avenging Angel. He went beyond what He has been doing up until this date. He not only used the green orb to point out what He wanted us to see, He also put an arrow in the sky that day to ensure we got the message. Not many paid attention. This will come at a price.

(January 15, 2020)―I have been writing and not completing. I have quite a few pieces to work on. But there’s a few things God is wanting of me. Being number 1 since I began meditation back in July: Stop smoking. I’m on day 5. So it’s been interesting, but I’m about to move to the next part of my journey, so zero nicotine is part of that. I always knew this. Back in 2016, I was told this as well. So, wherever I’m going, I’m willing!

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‘Tested Hearts’

‘If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.’―Author Unknown

Tested Hearts
 
I tested them you know
to see how'd they flow
to see if their love would show
to see...if they were real
in gold
 
every, single one–
fell to the flo'
just hit it...out...sold
my little libido
love's true row
–they so easily
put it out in the cold
 
on me, they all rolled
put me on death row
for a popularity show
'she's crazy ya know'
–all for a people-pleasing fold
 
I tested the forceful in bold
just to tell myself–
'I told ya so'
 
easy...so very easy–
they'd made me the mold
for themselves...blame to unload
–without a second thought–
any love for me
to hold

Note: The photograph that accompanies this piece was taken October 15th after I asked David to prove himself again by sending me a daisy. I knew the spiritual world could manipulate technology by what they had already shown me in the previous photographs and by a message put on this website (I left them up) back in August. When I was reviewing this set of frames and noticed the daisy sun, it was a bow-the-head moment. This was also the day the Phoenix was sent over the water, to reveal new birth is coming. In this particular frame: The daisy sun, the promise made to me in the pink bubble and the ray of purple light: Jesus blessing the promise.

‘Mechanical’s Return’

The worse mark on the heart: Malicious intent: refers to the intent, without just cause or reason, to commit a wrongful act that will result in harm to another. It is the intent to harm or do some evil purpose.

 Mechanical's Return
 
I could tell you to heal
it doesn't mean–
I'm not gonna have to deal
 
I've been fooled by men, too–
saying they were real
giving me all the deep thrills
while kicking my ass
on the treadmill
–that looking-good-for-them
became a perfected skill
–to be honest–
that inside need of mine–
they never fulfilled
 
I've been lied to by family–
that bloodline...not sealed
it's the worse manipulative
battlefield–
I've ever saw revealed
–especially when your ex–
helps the overkill
 
it all adds up in life–
becomes the great ball
of surreal
'did that really happen'
you asking yourself
trying to peel
all those layers–
in betrayal's ordeal
 
you move, then move again–
time...trying to steal
just to keep the heavy pounding
in your heart...still
 
you forgive all of them–
a bit of goodwill
done...you wipe up–
every tear you spill
alone...you move about
doing the ordinary:
eat, dress, clean, pay bills
waiting for the phone to squeal
waiting for:
'I'm sorry'
'I was wrong'
'what was I thinking, please forgive me'
'mom, I'm so sorry...you were right'

 
but it never comes–
even when the total truth...revealed
you realize you're dispensable–
you've been repealed
all their shame–
placed on your head–
without having to drill
–for them...it was so easy
your whole life gone…killed
 
of course, I know what comes next:
it's all your fault–
they'll claim you had control
of the wheel
they'll demand you get down–
kneel
pray, get saved
to God†...appeal
they'll shake you down–
all done in freewill
–you were put on a platter
served up like choiced veal
 
yes, I could tell you to heal
your life...rebuild
stitch together–
all the parts of your quilt
then put it all behind you–
move forward–
on an even keel
 
but then...I'd be lying to you–
I'd be better off
buying you a cocktail
take you...get some pretty nails
put your hair in a ponytail
then get ready...do some blackmail
 
but then...you'd be no better
than that betraying cartel
you'd become just  a plain ole infidel
–your soul...so easy to sell
 
to heal...you yourself
has to...outright...deal
 
you gotta face truth–
you're not the jezebel
you're better than all they dispel
you're stronger, wiser–
ring, ring goes the liberty bell
but first–
you've gotta face the swell
all that shit that put you in hell–
you've gotta roll in its pungent smell
you've gotta cry, scream, yell
–get it all out
in movements of a snail
you've gotta face every detail
learn why...in came...the fail–
their destructive zeal
–not anything...for long
you can conceal
 
then you're gonna bounce–
that's right...bounce
all that pain–
you're gonna unveil
forward....
you're gonna willingly propel
–the chains of your forced jail
no longer for the regale
–no longer...you...for sale
 
after you popped those chains–
you'll realize you fucking derailed
all they tried to nail
on your pretty little fingernails
–you done exhaled
you put yourself in prevail
the mechanical tall-tell
–the tipping of the scales
 
you're gonna learn
–on your own–
you've done been rebuilt
they can't even drown you–
in the best of ales
they can't even go
to the court of appeals
or on you–
seek the navy seals
 
you've become the real
in deal
for you didn't just heal
you've become the truth–
of the kneel!

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken October 23rd, which revealed a lot through the spiritual world: the All-Seeing Eye (an interesting use of the gazebo to tell us that God sees all); the Dragon (The Dragon in Symbolization: The dragon, a legendary creature symbolizes protection, success, wisdom, loyalty, fearlessness, strength, balance, and immense possibility. Being the master of all four elements of Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind, it also embodies primordial power. Details of the Power Primordial Force is the primordial energy that originated everything – reality, time, space, life, death, matter, energy, and every possible and impossible concept existing and non-existing in the omniverse, from a single particular to the infinite  omniverse….God revealing His power and that He is over everything); the cross, God’s use of His energy through the orbs; faces and images of those present…spirits; and the earth’s change coming. In this particular photograph, the All-Seeing Eye; the promise made to me in the pink bubble; and Jesus’ love or presence showing through in the purple light.

(January 6, 2020)―This morning: Write from the heart today. I was empty then full…thinking about the things people will do and say when they have a mark on their heart labeled: Malicious Intent. These thoughts that I write about today started yesterday with me taking myself out for dinner and listening to hypocrites talk about segregated pre-planned housing and how they didn’t want to mix with other people’s traditions and cultures.

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‘The Adjunct’

Jesus speaks.

 The Adjunct
 
it is written
time and time again
to be faithful
to listen to the words

of the Lord†
but pillage continues
false gods are still in place
My† people still misplaced

 
they wreaked My† lineage
they seized My† Father's† house
where, O where are you
gentle souls–
who rest in the Lord†
seek refuge in Me†
humble yourself before Me†
I will guide you
I will remove the fools

 
bow down and pray
mercy will be yours
come to Me† and seek
change your ways
violence is coming
He† is angered
His† hands are drawn

 
you can't fight His† wrath
you can't mellow His† anger
bow down, seek Me†
there are wondrous things

on earth
to keep it–
you must save it
all the gold and silver

won't do
it's inside you
the place of refuge
open your hearts
clear your minds

 
it's time to change
His† angered hand is coming
His† wrath will decide
–hold comfort in My† name
listen and hear
have glory in the Father†
for He† is the vessel
all who comes into Me†
will open to Him†

 
blessed is the kingdom
forever and ever
in the Lord's, Jesus the Christ†, name
humble and praise
with My† brothers and sisters
amen
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‘Dried-up Noise’

‘Perhaps that itself is the very answer: as Creator of the universe God can and does act in ways that confound men. Death undoubtedly has a totally different significance to God than it does to man….’―The Daily Bible, In Chronological Order, 365 Daily Readings

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken October 15th when God sent the Phoenix, the symbol of rebirth. This photograph is another example of God’s energy. He manipulates the green Orb to reveal His footprint!

 Dried-up Noise
 
the voices tingled in my head
repeated phrases it said
words in condemn
words in criticize
words in broken malice
–bringing my heart to dread
 
I listened for a time
put it in rhyme–
to draw lines
–casting it all aside
then pulling it back inside
 
all those words–
written and said
words people used as lead
drowning me in their dead
–pounding me over the head
 
for those words...out...I bled
 
laying on my bed
not kneeling beside
laying...in stillness
staring out...in semi-light
–this blank picture
in...did reside
wondering about all these lies
asking:
 
'what's the point...why
what's the hard...in kind
–where folks don't even try'

 
crying my eyes–
'til they were red
all that noise...all of it–
poundings of syllables
over each...my heart–
continued in bled
–over lost thoughts
I became wed
pondering the breaded words fed
covering me with their heated lead
 
then it began to happen

unknown masked covers–
I began to shed
piece by piece
stripping them off of me
laying them out on the table–
carefully examining them–
debating if I wanted to keep
this one or that one
yelling at some
praising others
–laughing over the fun of some
agreeing with those
that led to hard lessons
ridiculing those
that made me feel
silly and dumb
 
across the table–
all of them I spread
some: kept me above water
in tread
others: mended brokenness
with the tinniest of threads
 
some: out of me...came the best
others: made me sit back in rest
while still others:
seemed only to be a contest
lost in a conquest
of an enjoyable fest
–those brought out the sexiness
ending in me being less
 
through all of them–
came an abundance of noise
shaking up my poise
trying to sink in...my voice
 
so I had this choice:
picking through each–
as they laid there
on this simple table–
used to wine and dine
 
no, not I...it wasn't the time
 
as I looked at each–
I slowly awakened from blind
moving from this carefree feline
to something more magnificent
–not a lioness falling in line
but more of the spectrum
of a roaring lion
–taking that dried-up byline
'I am fine'
to something closer to divine
 
each little façade
that set up a moment's drive–
I began to divide
'til the table was full of times
overflowing...actually
–moments of self
I didn't recognize
 
a little...I cried
I over-indulged at times
in what I ate
adding a bit of weight
–trying hard to saturate
what drove each mask to sedate
–what invited in the noise
 
but that was it–
I wondered in surprise
there was no drinking it away
there was no sexting in obliviate–
that led to sex in fake
there was no desiring need
to get high
or even serious moments
of wanting to die
 
I sat...laid...stood–
all in unchartered wonder
asking myself: why
–I pondered this mystify
 
from the bedroom to the bathroom
from the living room to the kitchen
even the spaces in between
 
reading social media on the bed
binging out on the sofa
sitting at the table–
smoking cloves, drinking sodas
fixing coffee in the kitchen
 
staring at empty space
staring at all I possess
singing along to my favorite tunes
talking it out with myself
talking it out...to the air
talking it out with God†
 
asking over and over:
 
'what had changed'
 
wondering, searching
as I starred down at the table
then the questions stopped!
each piece...I began to shred
 
as each piece met its death–
its destructive words...fled
like a menacing rodent–
they just up and left
 
something began to happen:
the table's clutter
began to become less
each mask staring back at me
each tiny piece of each whole
saddened its face–
and just up and left
 
the weight....
that laid heavy on me
in rest
became less and less
 
'what is happening'
 
I kept asking–
without trying to answer
in guess
words just didn't come
instead...something unknown:
in self...less and less
I wasn't anymore feeling–
like a guest
 
the words that once
tingled my head
the words that I pondered
–brought me to dead
just left
without...anymore...contest
over which ones–
I dreaded...would be next
 
not anymore
came a need to call
came a need to text
came a need...up...sex
came a need...words in fed
–sit around and dread
 
empty...the table–
bare and neat
all that laid on it
–without fighting
I let go: shred
 
I looked in my bathroom mirror
–there she was
the one...behind...I'd left
 
on my face...added lines
in my hair...a silver shine
oh my! all that time
–my she was always
waiting inside
 
I stood there...listening
nothing
just memories of dried-up voices
–all that...with me...toiled
finally became soil
beneath my feet!
 
out of blind....
there's nothing in front of me
but time
unknown, undiscovered
but...still...time
–a newness in divine
that I didn't know was mine!

(January 1, 2020)―I was led to Ezekiel this morning. The Parable of the Cooking Pot caught my eye. (I will explain it below.) I read it, then asked, ‘What to write, my Lord?’, but I was empty for a while. ‘The heart’…were words that kept coming through. I sat there for a while…still empty,  then ‘Dried-up Noise’ bled on the page.  It’s truth. Yes, the continuing story of my own life being used as a symbol of life in a way. And…God: After writing this and typing in the parable, I was led to read more, then type in the rest of the Scripture under the two titles: ‘Siege of Jerusalem’ and ‘Siege Announced to Ezekiel’. It gets even more interesting: I’m directed to read the explanations by my Bible’s commentarians. I’ve read all of them once back in 2007, and since then, I’m not compelled to read them over often or include them in my commentaries. Today, was different. For good reason. God is answering me in a very big way!

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