‘Careful Watch’

‘…judgment and justice have taken hold of you. Be careful that no one entices you by riches; do not let a large bribe turn you aside. …’Job 36:16-21

 Careful Watch
 
He's† taken the chalice of my womb
sent it away
He's† taken the depths of my knowledge
stripped it and remade
He's† taken the love in my heart
succumbed it to death
‒strangled it in plea
forced me into bleed
 
He's† forced me to see man
the depths of his heart
from the agonizing of sin
as he pillaged my soul
to see breaks of beauty within
 
He's† taken my pride
emptied its glass
He's† smashed my vanity
revealed how beauty doesn't last
 
He's† placed His† hands on me
holding me down deep
'til all anger seeped
‒as on my bed...I selfishly wept
He's† forced me to see
depths of insecurity
every seam of my body
‒forcing me to look at it
in sincerity
 
He† strangled my throat
stripped me of my prideful-laden coat
He† put strips of silver in my hair
lowered my cheeks
‒keeping me from smiles
as I laid down to weep
 
He† sent rivers to my eyes
He† laced me with horrible scenes
‒revealing man's discrepancies
truth in what he denies
‒right before his very eyes
 
He† brought pain to my heart
as I listened to man's lies
‒lessons from He†
forcing me to see‒
the depths...inside of me
 
like the thunder in the night
He† forced me into fight
turning me inside out
struggling through a blind man's sight
 
He† waged His† war on me
taking me from a marsh, soggy land
to a desert's broken sea
He† swarmed me with locust
He† opened up the lion's den
devouring me down to bones
covered in a blanket of skin‒
not seeming my own
‒lost and unsure
of where I belong
 
He† singled me out
forcing me to see man's empty clout
He† filled me again with knowledge
put a strong whip in my hand
slashing a worded belt
pulling empty judgment
from man's mouth
 
He† forced my body in paradise
striping this mind
with His† roll of the dice
‒using my voided, naked body
as an eagle grips a helpless bunny
He† took my heart and mind
drawing out evil in kind
‒as I crossed every line
 
―†―†―
 
His† power is beyond
anything known to mankind
He† can force us to see
what He† wants us to see
He† can force us to hear
what He† wants us to hear
‒nothing is beyond His† reach
it all happens‒
for Him to teach
 
man thinks he understands
man thinks he's reached
the depths of God†
man throws:
'listen, we can teach you'
'listen, let us correct you'
but man is wrong
God† controls every song
His† whispers are louder
than the lowest of sounds
His† eyes pierce the thickest of walls
 
man can not teach
where God† instructs
His† knowledge out weighs
any man's scale
His† abilities are beyond
any notion of achievement
 
He† can bring you pleasure
endless treasures
then in a swipe of His† hand
destroy with a swift puff
of the sand
 
who can dispute
who can say they understand
 
who buries themselves in science
thinking they are in control
of their conscience
who can perform surgery
thinking they are in control‒
their knowledge is their own mastery
 
who can build their wealth
thinking they rule their money
thinking they outsmarted
the one and only Creator†
 
who bows down to statues‒
man's endless idols
thinking praying to them
will grant their request
thinking God† doesn't see
their devotion to idolatry
 
who controls industry
thinking they themselves
came up with the designs
came up with the formulas
came up with the ideas
who writes a book
who sings a song
who acts in a play
who plays an instrument
who dances a dance
who paints a picture
who mothers a child
who marries a wife
who does any type of art
‒any type of skill
thinking they rule their nest
thinking they are excellence
‒above all the rest
 
lost sheep
in a blind man's sea
‒not looking at the truth of He†
 
the Artist† of artists
gives you the heart
‒you have a responsibility
through this given creativity
 
He† puts it all into motion
from the slightest of movements
to the biggest of bangs
from the slightest of whispers
to the loudest of declarations
ALL...at the mercy of His† hands
 
—†—†—
 
SEE in ALL things‒
God† created
‒there is nothing
that does not belong to Him†
 
He† sends the good
He† sends the bad
 
ALL answer to Him†
 
who can say
tomorrow will be theirs
who can say
their lamp is good
who can say
they are seeing in careful watch
who can declare righteousness
through anger and hate
 
SPEAK UP! ANSWER!
 
He† gives knowledge
where knowledge is due
He† gives wisdom
where wisdom is due
He† will give, He† will take away
He† will veil‒
seal your mind
seal your eyes
seal your ears
when He† needs to move you
when it's time for you to prove
the depths of your heart
 
He† will send in hard love
He† will challenge the depths of you
‒see what lies deep in your heart
He† will shake you
He† will rattle you
He† will put before you
what your mind cannot conceive
 
when He† calls you
He† will seek you
when you turn on Him†
He† will darken you
until you answer Him†
until you blast open your heart
until you face your self
 
that's
that's
 
the mercy...God's† help
 
that's
that's
 
the reveal in judgment
‒the love of a Son†
coming in‒
 
for only then
have you opened your eyes
in careful watch‒
you see truth all around you
you become aware‒
those blankets in deception
that try to again steal you
‒absent is hate and angre's drool
for Jesus†, you become the fool
LOVE...LOVE is all around you
 
that's
that's
 
when true knowledge awakens
you become just a child
your Father† tested you
your Father† challenged you
‒you've learned...at last
how to win your prized key
 
by the force of heal
from wounds buried deep
‒what God† wanted you to see
destroying the shame
that kept you in captivity
 
that's
that's
 
when you are totally free
‒no fear to see
for you surrendered
to the ultimate Holy in See†!
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‘Ringing of Ears’

Humble. When you break, when you fall to your knees and feel shame leave your body, you aren’t afraid of people: No! You become afraid of the LORD!

 Ringing of Ears
 
it's been pushed
by the Lord†
 
'say what I† need you to say'
 
I dug deep
within my heart
 
'I can't...it's just too hard'
 
then He† stopped
the coming of love
‒taking flight
the wounded dove
 
so I sat...thought about it
 
'what more can I shift'
 
gave in...so here it is:
 
'whatever they say about me
whatever words run deep
it's the eagle that's going to seep
‒fall from its perch
send many to the hearse
 
it's not I...my little ole self
who has to heal
from the burst
 
the eagle has surfed
the wrong turf
out stretched‒
the hands of the Lord†
 
think...think with your hearts
the idol worship
has to end
the eagle has been taken
‒has become the fiend
 
go away, go away
my voice has to tell
no matter the yell
or who sends me to hell
 
the Lord† has His† grip
even if you call me a witch
He's† in charge‒
control of this ship
your hat...go ahead and tip
 
the eagle has deceived
‒what was given to her
has been stripped
no longer a graceful flight
‒the wings are soon to be clipped
 
hear, hear what I say
it's about to be the Lord's day
hear, hear what He† has to say
‒the eagle's flown
the wrong way
 
down, down, down
she will fall
roll to the ground
like a frustrated ball
oh! how once she stood tall
‒helping every bit of y'all
 
sad, sad rings these bells
as with my ears‒
I openly, loudly hear
the fall is drawing near
the Lord's† strapped me‒
in this corner
pledging...me move no further
‒unless I write the hear
 
ring, ring goes the bells
remembering...once the gentle flight
the eagle way up high
soaring through the open sky
 
the Lord† took notice‒
her careful ways
hearing her calls
helping in the save
 
oh! how she lost her way
that once beautiful eagle‒
so large and strong
how! over the edge
she has gone
as her young starve
‒sitting there alone
 
open your eyes
oh! beautiful eagle
see how you lost‒
your principle
your strong hold
has weakened
oh! how the Lord†
you have forsaken
 
awaken, awaken
hear the ring of the bells
deaf and blind
as you sit on a throne
‒one to soon fall
for the Lord† Almighty
has seen it all
‒His† hand is wrapping
around the ball
He† has sounded
His† final call'

(December 27, 2019)—Today, the poem came first. After I finished writing it, ‘Open the book,’ came. Zephaniah. What is highlighted in the Scripture below is what I underlined in red back in 2007, the first time I read through the Bible. Amazing.

I didn’t want to write what I’ve been getting. I’ve been too afraid. God says, ‘Don’t fear.’ I still didn’t write it. Then I received a text conversation, which I remained in God’s grace, but the other person did not. Hate. Anger. Calling me names and criticizing me heavily. God: ‘Karen, do you understand now?’ Me: ‘Yes.’ Those who think they know me will keep on with their insults because they aren’t understanding God’s process. They look at the dark end of life, that which God puts us through in order to grow us, and that’s all that they see. Why? Because they, themselves, refuse to look at their own mirrors and heal. So, they blame. According to them, I am the cause of their issues. According to them, I was the worse person to cross their paths. According to them, if it weren’t for me, they’d be happy. Wrong on all three accounts. God is in charge. This…THIS…they don’t understand because society has corrupted them so bad that they believe God has no wrath. They believe that God is just there to give good. They don’t want to see that God is in charge of everything.

Here’s a point: The prince of the earth…that would be Satan and all its army…passes on what is good and tempting…the pleasures in life. It is saying, ‘Look, this way is easier. You don’t have to worry about the past. Move on and forget what happened to you. Here’s pleasure, money, comfort. You don’t have to be uncomfortable.’ That’s the test. God and money don’t mix. Doing what God wants from us is hard. What is lost in the mix is that the churches of the world…all those that has been around and our parents went to…they teach that all those pleasures are blessings from God and you don’t have deal with your issues. ‘Give it to God and let it rest…they are so easy to say.

You have to do the work! That’s HOW God works. You can’t just give it to God and forget about it. He wants you to deal with what hurt you. Oh, you can go on blaming someone else. Oh, you can say they are the worse person in the world. Right. God sees all. He knows the truth. That person you are blaming…they have a better shot at seeing God’s kingdom than you do. You keep blaming and you will blame yourself right into the pit. That IS 100% accurate.

Some really horrible things have been said to me in the past two months, from every angle of my life. Why? Because people don’t want to face the truth. They would sacrifice an innocent person to hide their secrets. Only…God knows all, so it’s a bit ridiculous looking at it from God eyes. I was told today that people are praying for me, but I know that these people who are praying for me have racial hate in their hearts. This isn’t of God. God said He would send some of His tribes into slavery, but He promised He would deliver them from it. And He did. So if you have hate in your heart over race or people who have died a long time ago who were once slaves, you are hating against God! Didn’t you know that? So, how can you pray for me, when you harbor this type of hate for God?

I was also told that there is another god out there that I don’t know about. In all my years, I know only ONE God. This kind of talk from anyone tells me that they are being manipulated by Satan. This is not the kind of talk that is of God. Didn’t you know this? Judgment. Blame. Hate. Anger. All of that is the test…through Satan…that God puts us through. I’m still called a hypocrite. Do you know what God says: It’s okay, Karen, you passed your tests. I know I did because He fixed my heart. But those who blame and criticize me don’t want to acknowledge this because they are still blaming me for their problems. God fixed my heart! Not a doctor. God. Of course, they will say, ‘There was nothing wrong with your heart in the first place.’ And then turn around and call me a liar. I was called that again today as well!

‘They will all hate you because of Me.’ God and Jesus say this over and over in the Bible. Don’t you understand what that means? I was told that my writings aren’t helping anyone, my books aren’t helping anyone. Who has the right to make that call? Only God. Have you ever thought that my writings won’t help anyone until after I’m dead? Did that ever cross you mind? Oh, I’m not worthy enough to write for God. God says: You are worthy, Karen. Shame kills. Shame destroys. People buried in shame will mutilate anyone who gets in their path of fake, of the hide. Well, God sent me to several people to get in front of that shame and put it in their face. And He wants me to write about my experience. Shame is one of the ultimate test that God sends. He’s testing hearts. ‘Everyone is invited, but not everyone gets in.’ Do you really know what that means?

A shameful heart is a sinful heart. You are pillaging your own self before you pillage all those around you who try to help you. Do you know that God’s unconditional love hurts? It makes you cry. To look within the depths of yourself…that’s what God wants of you. To humble you. To take pride out of the equation. The conversation I had today…full of pride. That person is far from knowing Jesus, yet this person said I didn’t know the Lord. Humble. When you break, when you fall to your knees and feel shame leave your body, you aren’t afraid of people: No! You become afraid of the LORD!

When you talk about the Lord and display hate and anger in all the same paragraph, you are NOT healed. You are not walking the Jesus Way. Jesus is the ONLY way to get to the kingdom. I walked the opposite way. Damn straight! I had to fall in order to rise. I had to die in order to resurrect. I had to know sin in order to know truth. That process hurts…it’s when nothing else matters but looking within yourself. You don’t concern yourself with the outside world. You don’t concern yourself with who calls you friend. It’s you and the Lord!

Here’s a secret: You can have tons of friends, but none of them actually is your friend. Look back on your life: When you were broke, who came? When you were at the end of your rope, who was there? When you were battling in sin, who called you out on them? Answer: The person you hate the most. The person you do NOT call your friend. The very person you betrayed.

The marks are on your heart. Their heart is cleaned. God works in mysterious ways. Truth. The ones who judge you…they are of the world. Only Jesus has the right to judge. We all go through the darkness. We all sin. We all judge. Humble. It’s when you fight your way in resurrection from all the sin you’ve committed, all the sins that were committed against you, that you start living in truth. Until then, the mask is on. Satan still has its dibs on you. Remember: God is the God of the living. When you are in death (sin…your darkness), He is not present. Once you get to that point where you ask for His mercy, Jesus comes in and starts throwing those crumbs. You have to be strong enough to recognize them. Like getting mail from an ex. Jesus is telling you something. Jesus is calling you. Random things like that are NO accidents. That is Jesus crumbs!

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‘Within Me’

‘…This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed….’—Luke 2:25-35

 Within Me
 
blessed is He† within me
for another child will be born
one to be consecrated by God†
to help those in harm
‒for His† first born came
His† spirit remains
in truth...for all's salvation
 
He's† building His† army
seeds planted to save
His† love spreads
pulling all who answers
from the dead
 
His† good shepherd will come
against all odds
bring true love in sum
opening wide
the gates of the kingdom
‒with his gentle seed
he'll plant the helper
the one who'll come
to empower His† church
stripping evil of its game
‒for Jesus'† spirit
in him...will remain
 
the good shepherd
will join his wife
‒a marriage in God's† eyes
paving the way‒
together...a boy and a girl
born to an aged mother
who's granted favor
by the holy Father†
who'll be guided
by Jesus the Savior†
 
born will be a family
to aid...fight the enemy
‒no evil...with them
will take company
‒for Jesus'† hand
will wrap them in holy
 
blessed will come
this new birth
extending Jesus'† hand
healing the broken
fighting the enemy
as God† begins the journey
‒calling some home
then deciding the inheritance‒
only His† tribes to share
 
holy, holy the almighty Lord†
embraces what's to come
growing His† kingdom
spreading love
through a sum
‒the good shepherd
made from a sinner
paving the way
‒his seed's coming to say
 
'two gates are opened'
 
then he'll help the way
for those choosing
Jesus' Way

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken December 10th. The baby is at the left bottom of frame. This is just one of the babies God has put in the sky for me to photograph.

(December 25, 2019)―This morning I opened my Bible to Acts then closed it. With tears in my eyes, I asked God my usual question, ‘What do You want me to write about?’ But I added this: ‘Since I’ll be doing this for the rest of my life.’ I opened my Bible again and the Scripture pertaining to John the Baptist and Jesus’ birth. This is no accident.

I read through it, then ‘Within Me’ bled on the page. I write what I hear. I know I head this clear. God has been showing me a baby for a while now. This baby is not Jesus. Go look under God’s Mercy. He has put a baby in the sky several times. No, I’m not pregnant. I don’t even have a boyfriend. It is still clear that God is pointing this out to us. There are things that are being revealed to me that I cannot tell yet, but I will eventually.

When? Is this all really going to happen? I know God. Yes, it will happen. When? I’m not God. His time is not ours. I am His messenger. I write what He tells me. I don’t doubt that it is Him and Jesus that I talk to, although I question it all the time. God is in charge. He can make us hear what He wants us to hear. He can make us see what He wants us to see. So, no matter who is talking to me, it still is God. For He is in control! I fear God. Whatever He wants from me, He gets. If you don’t live your life this way, then you should question why.

He sent the words in ‘Within Me’ this morning, the day we celebrate His Son’s birth, for a reason. He directed me to this Scripture to tell me, ‘Yes, Karen, it is I you are talking to.’

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‘The Silence of Still’

The mercy of the silence will be unexplainable.

Note: The photograph was taken November 9th, the bride and groom, the Sign of Jonah.

The Silence of Still
 
can you hear the whispers
through the air
the conjugating of birds
shh...hear them go quiet
the low howls of hounds
the uneasy purr of cats
the cattle all laid down
even the horses lie on their bellies
their necks stretched out
their eyes focused no wheres
 
the waves that raged
now are calm, smooth
except for the slow bumping
against lifelessness
against broken shores
where once stood beautiful structures
glazing in the morning sun
now lay invisible images
lost in the silence of still
 
shh...can you hear the whispers
the crying of the trees
their battle long gone
watching the water come and go
its dark, mucky vortex
surrounding the hollowness
of the silence
their departed leaves
withering in mixed congregation
 
shh...shh...can you hear the whispers
tiny ants coming out to feast
hungry flies gathering around
surveying the air
lurking in the stillness
ready in their devour
of what's left
of the silence
 
shh...shh...there it is
far, far but so very close
from low, deep in throat
a piecing wail
like never heard
an unmatched sound
human...animal?
how can one tell
it's engulfed in the stillness
like a look looking
but not seeing
it's bathed in rage
a blanketed depth
so darkened and mellowed
that it stills the stillness
 
shh...shh awaken to the whisper
the sound of inconceivable
as the ants begin their march
as the flies settle their position
as the leaves give into their stench
as the trees weaken their hold–
their roots release the earth
as they fall to the ground
lose themselves
to the wet cape below
 
the silence stares
listening to the anguish wail
coming from deep, deep
as the sea returns to the sun
wrapping its arms around
the silence
begging for beauty
to be seen
as she rocks back and forth
begging the trees
begging the cows, the horses
all those in the wild
'stand up, stand up'
 
but shh...shh there's just the whispers
low, low...the stillness
as its look keeps looking
but can't anymore see

‘The Heart of Love’

‘Not everyone can accept this word, but only those to whom it has been given….The one who can accept this should accept it.’…Mat. 19:10-12; Mark 10:10-12

 The Heart of Love
 
to give up the right
in affirm
paying a ransom
in servant
not letting our hearts burn
or even be concerned
–with any payment
to earn
 
it is taking what is learned
live it in firm
over and over...churn
‒holding tight
in preserve
wanting‒
without coerce
without a need–
preach in some church
 
instead....
living it–
without a rehearse
watch it–
spill in the universe
seeking more and more
to read its verse
–without needed words
in splurge
 
it's in the appearance
of the return
credits earned
–leaving nothing
to burn
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‘Absent Gail Winds’

‘In the pride of your heart you say, ‘I am a god; I sit on the throne of a god in the heart of the seas.’ But you are a man and not a god, though you think you are as wise as a god. Are you wiser than Daniel? Is no secret hidden from you?’…Ezekiel 28:1-10

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken on November 9th. At the bottom on the left is what makes this photograph interesting. Whatever the red object is, it appears in two of the frames only. My shoes are solid black. There was nothing around me to have made this image. I have no idea what it was, but I know I wasn’t alone when I was taking these photographs! The significance of this day’s photographs are important. When you are unveiled, or when you decide that your pride is not as important as God, then you will understand all the photographs and writings here. God bless you, in Jesus’ name. Amen.

 Absent Gail Winds
 
a silence will ring
absent that drenching thing
‒a rumble will start to sing
an unusual vasting fling
 
it will come‒
from way down deep
a slow, rising to seep
in the air
you cannot see
‒not one wind
will the sea bring
 
from under the feet
something's coming
unsteady
from a small string
harmony in cling
to a sudden rage‒
bumping, shaking
 
it's earth, it's God†
oh, my! it's something
maybe good, maybe bad
it's still moving
after…the silence rings

(December 20, 2019)―I couldn’t sleep. I got out of bed and looked at the clock on my phone: 3:33 a.m. As I was looking at my clock, I saw it change to 3:34. I went into the kitchen and got bread out of the cupboard to fix toast. I looked at the clock on the microwave 3:33. As I was looking at it, it changed to 3:34. I went lay back down, but still couldn’t sleep. I got up and looked at my phone, 4:40. The double number again caught my attention. I went in the kitchen to look at the microwave, 4:38. I didn’t realize that the two clocks were 2 minutes apart! I went back to lay down and fell asleep. When I awoke twice more I looked at my clock at different times, just random acts: 12:44 55 degrees; 1:11 55 degrees! Everything happens for a reason.

When I sat to write, an even bigger surprise awaited me: Ezekiel and his prophesy against Tyre. Ezekiel 26:15-21 and 27:1-11 were on the first page I opened my Bible to. Reading it, I felt this really eerie feeling. The Visions. God has shown me matters of the sea since I was moved to this apartment. Now I know why. And He is showing me again and again, today…this is just too obvious to what He is saying. I didn’t go look for this Scripture. I opened my Bible and there it was. This is after these visions, after months of praying that this won’t happen. This is after God putting the images of the visions in my mind so I’ll remember what is happening when it does happen. This is NO coincidence! Everything happens for a reason. My clock now reads: 3:33 p.m.! I just took a picture of my phone to document this interesting event and the moment the screenshot was taken, it turned 3:34! This is NO coincidence!

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‘Vastness of Discourse’

Everything is connected! Everything is NOT what it seems!

Note: The photograph was taken November 11th when we were sent the Avenging Angel in the sky.

Vastness of Discourse
 
it never fails
cruelty, disloyalty
forgetfulness
tiny bits...adds up
to the vastness
of ugliness
 
the Lord† showing His† face
only to be disgraced
man-made disobedience
the loaded gun of control
–in their seamlessness
of greediness
 
nineveh...your given symbol
truth of its legacy
–a failed heart
in its self-destructiveness
 
you aren't any better–
your stripping cadence
forgetting then adhering
–never knowing truth
in all its easiness
 
this lure of money's faithfulness
has again...trapped you
not knowing truth
in holiness
 
'why am I here'
 
your constant weariness
–your uncleverness
due to the end result–
the control of you
power, wealth
the seekers of the doers
keeping you sedated
over and over
 
you...not seeing God†
His† endless process
thousands of years
captured by your hunger
for lust
sexual, murderous mutilation
–without understanding
the connection of oneness
 
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‘Prophecy’

‘for they scattered My people among the nations and divided up my land. They cast lots for My people and traded boys for prostitutes; they sold girls for wine that they might drink…’ He’s coming for Judgment…to fix Earth. It’s your choice on what gate you want to go in.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken on November 11th when God put the Avenging Angel in the sky byway of the clouds. You can see the Green Orb is pointing the Angel out. In other photographs taken that day, an arrow in the clouds is pointing this out as well making sure that we take notice and understand that this is from Him.

Prophecy
 
it comes–
a constant in proficiency
each line in relevancy
–nothing to be stuck in pudency
except–
for man's constant recusancy
 
hundreds...hundreds of years–
in between the aducacy
comes the means in prophecy
through oneiromancy
releasing in recumbency
–the authority in hearing
 
pulling, pushing
forcing the vibrancy
reiterating its urgency
repeating for reasons–
in certainty
 
always the same tendency
 
coming for supremacy
as man's lost in repellency
–tipping over in dizzy
his constant adamancy
 
the warnings in relevancy
'fix your infrequency'
moving to and from–
the only leg in legacy
–what drives you to bankruptcy
testing your ability
in mercy
 
lacking true love–
the discrepancy
–this awesome balance
in delicacy
giving into the divergency
instead of remaining
in consistency
 
giving into currency
being the shakable gypsy
forgetting coherency
–for materialism
spiritual insufficiency
–not seeing the blanket
in urgency
 
you're living in delinquency
–for the almighty Lord†
lives in divine elegancy
sitting as head abbacy
–patiently waiting in consistency
knowing the mind's balance
in delicacy
–struggling through its
individual counterinsurgency
 
He† waits...watching–
in total clemency
knowing He's† already told–
the coming belligerency
–over and over
the constant discrepancy
 
the coming hand that awaits–
a sudden departure
–a move in spiritual normalcy
owning up to predominancy
a time to mend–
what's in virulency
 
open in all transparency
–His† voice in redundancy
the reversal in testacy
from right to left
...left to right
–a rise from your somnolency
for a shaking up in queasy
the thief coming–
destruction of the papacy
removing all worldly certainty
–in its pungency
 
a fixing of inadequacy
a lady lost in dressy
–all lost in conspiracy
 
a flip in intimacy
so you'll know the Lord's† efficancy
–comings–
when the total of indecency
smothers that of true divinity
 
it's time–
shaking, rattling, rolling
just slightly
all to become voided in hazy
–a time for a soul
to pick its currency
 
bow your head–
no time for immoral conspiracy
the matter at hand:
who's in supremacy
–of all you see
who heads the embassy
 
what is true holy
 
as the glass of water shakes–
souls gone...sudden take
remember your contumacy
God† dwells over the living–
over them
He† stands always
in ascendency
 
do away with your hypocrisy
in Jesus†–
seek the true intimacy
–a pure heart in frequency
for whatever shakes
will become steady again
for whatever darkens
will become light again
it's up to you alone
to decide your own competency
no one can add the accuracy
–truth of your heart
 
the shake will determine
a given time before the fire
–this for your advertency
no amount of worldly currency
will aid allegiancy
 
help the living–
dead bodies no longer live
the living breathes–
that is certainty
 
here's God's† consistency:
the scales are out
hearts are weighed
rooms are being prepared
two gates are being fully opened
–the coming autopsies
just the beginning
–the constant in consistency
 
words already given
–without discrepancy
line for line
–a given conveniency
 
the Lord† almighty
in all His† fragrancy
awaits in His† diplomacy
–your choice
as given from the abbacy
Continue reading “‘Prophecy’”

‘Not Much’

To love…you make that choice. It’s not changing your mind. To truly love, you can’t change your mind because it is not with your mind that you love: It’s with your heart.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken November 9th. The image of the double Orbs in the bubble, which appears many times since September 27th, stands for love…a two that becomes a one in harmony because of pure hearts truly loving each other and forgiving each other for each’s short-comings. The purple light coming from the bottom and shining on the Orbs stands for Jesus’ love. You can’t be truly in love without Him guiding you. He IS love.

 Not Much
 
it doesn't take much to love me
–your enchanting laugh
sharing everything inside
(outside is too surface)
it's that place...way down deep
where I know you–
and you know me
–the deepest of secrets–
we keep
between God†, you and me
–and no one else
gets to see
 
it doesn't take much to love me
in my arms...you're free to weep
while letting me hold you–
without having to be neat
letting go...a time in baby
knowing I don't think you're weak
but courageous and strong–
for letting it all out...seep
 
it doesn't take much to love me
it's having our song–
you holding me gently
never embarrassed–
to dance with me
 
it's touching my body
desiring to hold me
–whatever my shape...wanting
giving me that security
that it's my heart–
that sets you free
–not sexy or beauty
 
it's building me up in strength–
gestures and words in tiny
just because you are happy
–to be in my company
 
no, it's not much to set me free
putting me on a course–
you...wanting
not needing...wanting
to please
in a world so hectic–
slowing it down in ease
–giving you back...all of it
what you gave to me

‘Grace in Age’

Competing with that young you when you get older is the worse thing you can do. Men…those not healed…that’s all they see. They don’t know the truth…at ALL!

Note: The photograph of myself taken in November is just to remind you that women in the 50s are not dead. Men make us seem that way because those of us with brains don’t stand by and accept the sins of men. Men, who aren’t of the Lord, don’t like that very much. They too much like their sins. I often told myself in the past that I wasn’t going to be single in my golden years, but, in the back of my mind, I knew I would be. A lot of the world’s men want a woman to be quiet and accept. Sorry, that’s not what God wants of me. I’m told I’m still young and that my day is coming. I trust. I still have faith that God is going to reveal to me what true love looks like. When He does, I’m going to boast in ways you never knew possible. At 50 years old, soon to be 51, when you see that boast, you’ll know God sent me a man who sees my heart and not a piece of ass. That there…that’s real!

Grace in Age
 
tightness of skin...loosens
as hands travel along...adding flavor
character...cleverness in soften
 
lines gather around eyes
tiny moments around lips
a woman's saddened endeavor
as makeup creeps in deep
it becomes a hopeless feat
bringing about smiles in laughing

'why go so hard to try?
this heart is better to see
than color-painted eyes'

 
a body struggling in thin
for a man's touch
a sexual needing rush
'why bother'...she laughs in sigh
boys will boys–
always seeking youthful toys
always wanting to see
something delightful, pretty
instead of looking in deep
where truth, real, maturity
really does seep
 
age comes in...no where to hide
accept all those lines
even if alone you lie
–a toy you'd rather not
a woman in truth...instead of deny
a better way to live your life
 
a gentleman will someday see
your aged look...enough...pretty
enough...sitting, talking with maturity
than a toying sexuality
 
those who left you behind
them, too...gain those lines
lost in a memory's time
of what 'use to be mine'

(December 12, 2019)—Growing old together. That’s what it is meant by a two. Seems so much has been forgotten by so many folks. A woman shouldn’t have to worry about being alone in her golden years, but man seems to have forgotten the most about what it means to be a two. Man has forgotten who God is.

Why is this? What happened to faith? ‘Grace in Age’…it shouldn’t be hard. Trust and forgiveness should be the solid foundation with Jesus and God at the head. I’m so tired sometimes of writing the same thing over and over again. I shouldn’t have to. But reading the Book of Isaiah tells me we haven’t much changed. The only way to get to God’s idea of utopia is to understand His process. Maybe, just maybe, more folks then will understand that growing old together is a joy and should be delighted in.

All you men who look at women as pieces of meat to be devoured then tossed aside, you aren’t going to fair very well when your body sleeps. I heard somewhere that it takes a good woman to get a man into heaven. I wonder: Who determines what a good woman is? In all that I’ve experienced, men see a good woman as one who makes him feel good about himself. Wrong! In so many ways. A good woman is the one who challenges your demons and makes you look at the man in the mirror. Maybe when you finally realize this, you’ll stop running from woman to woman, or stop seeking a woman, of any color, to take care of you.

The maturity part…that is what a good woman is looking for. You, who are more worried about your life, talking about your imagined childhood, talking about your imagined successes…that’s not what a good woman is looking for. She’s looking for a man who loves her just the way she is. When she gets that, she wants…wants…to be a better person because he’s shown her that he wants to be a better person for her. Love is hard. Didn’t you get the memo? And God wants us to love…oh, that Jesus love is sweet…but word to the wise, that Jesus love is hard love…that which makes you look at self in ways you never dreamed. And that good woman…Jesus sent her!