‘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

‘A Faith’s Window’

You don’t need permission to do what is right. You don’t need to ask what’s in your heart. You already know that. Follow that.

Note: The photograph that accompanies this work was taken November 11th.

 A Faith's Window
 
it's preparing for rain
when the sun is bright
 
it's saying truth
when it's not even–
expected of you
knowing–
it's safe within you
being something–
only you knew
‒but feeling a pull
a little hurt to deal
doing what is real
 
it's understanding the storm
to set things right
 
it's making moves
‒just something
you have to do
without being told to
even when no one–
understands you
even when they see you
as a fool
 
it's staying the course
no matter the force
going against the core
never asking any man–
what for
 
taking it straight
to the Lord†
for you just know
He's† in charge
 
it's being in tuned–
to your emotions
hearing what's inside
letting it overpower–
everything outside
–arguing and debating
alone in a closed-off room
but never giving into doubt–
without evidence given
to what's it all about
–just doing...even in gloom
because you heard it–
from deep within you
 
when all seems dark
everyone telling you–
what to do
–so lost and confused
knowing truly–
what to do
even if others–
don't want you to
–it's coming
from deep within
void of family and friends
–digging deep...trusting
for you heard the Lord†
talking to you

‘Broad Stroke’

Artists. God’s workers. Those who listen to that which comes from inside.

Note: The art that accompanies this work is a screen shot of art within a photograph sent to me on November 9th. God’s art. If you have an artist’s eye, then you will see the image.

 Broad Stroke
 
the Lord† has taken my life
made me a symbol in strife
a fighter for the light
 
He's† laid His† pen to strike
each time win is in sight
He† covers each pit of bight
with another tireless fight
 
I struggle in this mixture
so contrite
 
'why do You† punish me–
didn't I live most of my life
walking in right'

 
I cry and cry
day to night
with moments in relieve–
to sit down for Him†...write
as He† pours the words inside
forcing me
to bring them to the outside
 
I can't fight His† might
His† brush reaches me
from every height
keeping me down–
 
'write, write it down
pen to paper
how I† make you feel
speak truth–
what's behind this deal'

 
each time I refuse
He† toughens His† strike
keeping every body–
out of sight
as I struggle in lonely's stride
begging me to cry and cry
 
'why do You† hate me
I've done all that You† asked
I've never faltered
–my complain and my fight
isn't that tight
keeping me from the write'

 
but He† comes down
in a furious flight
making my body heavy
my will, my spirit
lost in the night
feeling evil all around
lost then found
lost then found
against every silently screaming fight
weighing me down in kryptonite
covering me with sorrowful blight
 
'all I've done for my knights
I get condemned
they get happy and high'

 
He's† taken all away
every love, every pleasure
drowned it all
in my wrestling plight
 
'write, write it down
pen to paper
how I† make you feel
speak truth–
what's behind this deal'

 
as all the words I write
not being the ones right
 
'yes, yes, yes
–go deep, deep, deep
the truth of Me†
don't leave any to guess'

 
I wobble in my cry
as swollen goes my eyes
I eat 'til I'm high
smoke cigars–
pretend I can fly
wondering over and over
 
'what more do I write'
 
as the emotions
continue its roller-coaster ride
 
'fuck you world
and all your dick-swinging swirl
I'm tired of crying for you
Lord†, I'd rather just die
then a moment more–
for them...write'

 
then deeper goes my ride
'til my head wants to blow
from all the tears I cry
then they all dry
sting...burn rings my eyes
leaving me haunted in why
 
'write, write it down
pen to paper
how I† make you feel
speak truth–
what's behind this deal'

 
writing the truth of Him†
His† broad strokes forcing the hymn
He's† in control of everything
all sadness that stings
all happy that rings
but the artist–
His† most precious thing
brings truth through
that suffering thing
 
there's no running
from His† might
the art comes from His† heart
through the pen
His† messages ring
the truth of the sadder
of the happier things
–that which bleeds life
in the will to fight
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‘Entrusted Servant’

It is through the power of the Lord that we listen and hear His voice and then do what He ask of us. For it is through faith, that we hear. For it is through love, that we do.

 Entrusted Servant
 
I do not know you
I do not know
if you answered the do'
 
I have
 
I know God's† providence
for me
I questioned
then He† made me see
 
I do not know
what  you are to do
I do what He's† told me to–
deliver His† message to you
‒now I know the voice–
who it belongs to
 
you may not know
what He† wants of you
but I know
what He† wants of me
I must give to you
what He's† given to me
 
I cannot turn back
I cannot undo
what He's† done for me
 
what He† has not given to you
you do not have to worry
what you cannot undo
‒you do not have to worry
doing...what He's† asked of you
for you do not know
 
I do know
‒I cannot undo
what He's†
asked me to do
so I'll do
what He† wants me to do
for He's† asked me to
 
it is so
what I now know
He's† given me seeds to sow
I don't have to guess
who will help them grow
for I already know
for He† told me so

‘Fight!’

Crimes against you…it’s nothing to do with you. It’s a test of will…those God holds dearest are tested the hardest. Don’t give up! Don’t lose faith.

 Fight!
 
put your heart
into it
fight the beast
of it
cry, yell, scream‒
beat the walls
of it
‒tear it down
to bits
you got this
all the evil‒
resist
 
fight, fight, fight it
 
you can get
the best of it
 
strip it, yank it
‒it wasn't your bit
it wasn't your fault‒
in any of it
 
destroy that bitch
 
fight, fight, fight
 
punch the shit
out of it
be bigger than it
you've got this
 
scream...hiss!
 
tear it
to fucking bits
 
fight! fight!
fight it!

‘Write It!’

Be exceptional! Trust in your journey. You are being led in a specific direction for a reason.

 Write It!
 
don't be afraid of it
be bold in admit
don't smother it
‒force it
 
pen to paper
fingers to keys
write it!
be brave in commit
‒you're chosen for it
save those
dying from it
 
you got this!
you're surrounded by angelic
trust in it
don't fear it
‒bring the Boss†‒
to the front of it
 
rock it...own it
heart and mind‒
combine all of it
you're the way of it
don't deny it
 
be the just of it
obstacles...jump over it
hell...plow right through it
that evil whore‒
crush that bitch
to the world...say fuck it
God's† the way of it
‒be the hot of it
to all His† askings...submit
then you'll have‒
the glory of it!
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‘I Work For You’

Keep pushing through. The gifts waiting are far more than you ever dreamed. Cry, scream, slam your fist into walls…know it will be okay. Your life is just beginning.—kel

 I Work For You
 
I'm here
struggling, too
run, jump...come through
my energy
I pass to you
in flight
I visit you
my love
I give to you
helping you get through
 
I work for you
say prayers in twos
we said our adieus
not in words of true
but in faces of blue
as pride and ego
forced the cue
–what's already written
in the book of truth
 
I know you see it, too
you feel my energy–
in heart, get through
leaving you
in tads of confuse
run, jump...come through
–it's the spirit of soothe
passing it all to you
 
look to the morning doves‒
as on the ground
lies the dew
no need to kneel in a pew
just look up‒
they are watching you
even hearing
what you're thinking, too
 
I work for you
in a manifestation clue
run, jump...come through
it'll be okay
whatever you're going through
keep going‒
the time line...right on cue
I'll be waiting for you
through all your doubt‒
through all the emotions
that swarm you‒
give it to the words do
God's† waiting on you
urgency in time's review
as I lay
working for you
knowing you'll get through
‒forgiven
will be
all your past dues
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‘Backlash’

You must learn to fight with your mind!

 Backlash
 
He's† coming
His† fierce wrath
–a warning
that will steal your laugh
 
He's† waited
as you gently
took your bath
seeing you
enjoy your treasures
He's glad
 
His† simplicity‒
riddled with an interesting sass
if you fall too far behind
on the graph
He† has an unwavering strap
administered by
a father's unconditional love‒
in a dash
giving you a chance
to bounce back
from your deep, darkened nap
 
but you haven't read
the telegraph
you haven't heard
the endless knocking raps
you haven't heard
the crash, the clash
or the blast
you haven't even heard
the slush
of His† slow drag
 
instead
you waddle like an ass
pretending to celebrate
honor His† flag
while others...with a bat
so willing to bash
 
round and round
lap after lap
slowly distorting Him†
in every class
mixing it all up–
commoners can't even grasp
leaving it all
to be given in mass
not willing
to take on the task
–it's all been a trap
 
the mark of the beast–
will be an easy lash
they will be willing–
without any wording sass
let alone
a flame from a shiny blast
 
how to measure gullibility–
the strength needed
to cure this rash
will take more
than attending a mass
or around waist
wrapping a sash
 
in the mind
will come the nag
–a played-out invisible rag
strange thoughts
making a face sag
doubt...oh! how nasty!
its constant drag
heaviness and confusion–
mixing it all up in lag
 
there's a better way to combat
this dark invisible rag
–powers hidden
once sealed–
too high to be grasped
it's now time
to bathe in its vast
opening it up–
the vaults...down...smash
 
mind for mind...slash
taking control back
before the Lamb† comes
in a flash
open up for a higher stash
–sorting through trash
with an energy in splash
 
yes, He's† coming
a warning in passing
a chance to be given
for a new class
a higher way
fighting in blast
a choice in self's brass
–thrive in eternity's musical jazz
or fall in evil's
forever fire-pitting trap
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‘To Not See in Shame’

Micah adds to the importance of the Choose!

 To Not See in Shame
 
He's† coming–
He's† watching and...tired
nothing has changed
all lost in shame
playing a tireless game
for simple gain
‒forgetting His† glorious name
 
He's† coming‒
your songs are deranged
your mentality strange
believing in sports' games
gold chains and diamond rings
leaving His† name
out of range
condemning those who sang
glorifying His† name
 
He's† coming‒
152 sets the range
in time...sets the change
choose which side‒
you'll play your game
then it will be set
no more chances to change
you choose
it's your time
to arrange the change
before time
gets out of range
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