‘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 Yeshuah†, 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! 

(December 28, 2019)—A hypocrite. Shame. I addressed the hypocrite on my personal Facebook page discussing that I wasn’t a preacher. You can go read it. It’s public. Karen E. Leger…my page name. or k. e. leger my author page name. A hypocrite. I was called that too many times to count. Yeshuah called the Jews who were entrusted to teach the Law of Moses (God’s Law) hypocrites. Do you know why? Apparently not. I also heard that I needed to hang out with other Christians, so that they can correct me, by someone who calls himself a Christian, while calling me  names and saying I am the worse thing in the world and the cause of all his miseries. He is the second person to say such a thing in my life. How can I be the cause of another person’s misery? That’s the solid question.

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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.

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‘The Silence of Still’ (Written from a Vision sent by God)

The mercy of the silence will be unexplainable.

The Silence of Still
(Written from a Vision sent by God)
  
 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 piercing 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 

(December 22, 2019) The above describes a vision sent to me from God.

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

‘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

 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.

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‘Vastness of Discourse’

Everything is connected! Everything is NOT what it seems!

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

(December 19, 2019)―I was a little girl. My mother was sitting in her chair on the edge of the seat. I was standing in front of her. My back towards her, sort of leaning on her. Her arms around me. Daddy is stooping in front of me. My eyes are even with his. He has his arms up and he’s looking up. He has his fingers in my hair, moving my hair around. I feel the liquid running down each side of my face. He’s trying to clear the path so he can see the damage done.

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‘Rapture’

I don’t want to believe Him. I didn’t say I don’t believe Him. I said I don’t want to believe Him. It is true all the same. God doesn’t lie. He is truth. Jesus is truth. Truth is. You can’t defend what is. God’s will is. And what is…is. And what God’s will is…will be…therefore, it is.

Rapture
  
 on Earth‒
 lives all creatures
 in each‒
 lies a common feature
 one so misunderstood‒
 confusion set
 by so many preachers
  
 in came our Teacher
 setting things straight‒
 before His† departure
  
 but control was always
 man's infrastructure
 a way to push‒
 the foreclosure
 ‒the ways
 of the stagnated vultures
 ‒forcing many
 into dried-up pastures
 as their man-made kingdoms‒
 they nurture
 ‒building up
 to in-the-now pleasures
  
 here's something to measure
 a good shaking-up lecture:
 a soul...beings under the texture
 live forever‒
 despite man's literature
 ‒this...where...in comes
 the mixture
  
 by man's hands‒
 the mind-bogging massacre
 where man thinks‒
 he conquered
 byway of the conjure
  
 this inside being‒
 driven by
 a higher chauffeur
 ‒one with
 a divine signature
 ‒in the moment
 of departure
 it leaves
 without torture
 ‒up or down‒
 depending
 on its nature
 ‒the heart's activity
 in haggard
  
 you see
 only a body's exposure
 ‒already gone
 its inside architecture
  
 so when comes massive
 in measure
 bodies will remain‒
 seen as volatile in nature
 by those stuck‒
 in man-made pastures
 ‒a common mistake 
 in manufacture
 ‒typical...man-driven legislature
  
 'everything
 is not what it seems'
  
 pay attention‒
 to the ultimate Wizard
 the one controlling‒
 backwards and forwards
 He† who makes‒
 the rain and the blizzard
  
 He† will come in seizure
 bust up your infrastructure
 for He† is
 the ultimate investiture
 ‒leaving you sit
 in questionable wonder! 

(December 8, 2019) Note: The picture that accompanies this work was taken November 9th. I haven’t finished putting up all the photographs taken this day. There is no rush as there was before. What will be will be. You will pay attention after God makes His move, for your faith is weak. (This is His message not mine.)

‘Tests of Worth’ (God in Commentary)

What is life worth to you? What would you do to get it?

 Tests of Worth
  
 will you remain the playa
 the prima donna
 stuck in propaganda

 or will you see
 as did hezekiah–
 stand still
 drop all pride of heart
 pull out deception's dart
 do your part
 for the one and only Lord†
  
 in words of isaiah
 in words of the Messiah
  –now...will you continue
 to adhere to false dogma
 ridicule His† agenda
 words sent to heal, to save
 not break down, destroy
  
 will you see the difference
 change your ways
 will you continue your
 judging hoopla
 praise in a manipulative
 hosanna
 will you turn
 see truth in Yeshuah the Savior
 or abuse His† cross
 for money's gala
  
 what's your worth
 avoiding the pit
 why won't you heal
 from your trauma
 –understand the true utopia
 Heaven's doors...opened
  
 God† won't send a subpoena
 –it's all upon self
 seeing true worth
 the reason for the Messiah
 from death to resurrection
 from fall to rise
 the truth
 to your dilemma
 as in the life of hezekiah
 stand firm
 in God's† agenda 

(December 3, 2019)―I was told to wait and post this. I’ve been waiting for the go ahead. I finally got it.

On November 15th, I received the following message directly from God:

‘You will see. The test is coming. They will see I am the God, the Lord Almighty, the Alpha, the Omega. They will see My wrath around the world. I will shake it, rattle it, put it all in unstable. Unite or see the end. Unite. Come together. Help. The time has come. For the prophet Isaiah warned so now a new prophet warns. This is the one and only God. The warning is set. The button’s been pushed. You will soon know it is I.’

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‘Collapse’

Maybe…it’s time to pray.

 Collapse
 
as the turn of clocks
begins its reverse in tocks
shifting of rocks
shall tie some knots
 
shaky salted, soggy lands
will no longer stand
all those jagged, edging strands
pushing down
as sink, sink goes the sands
 
no use tying to docks
or hide treasures
in a steel, hidden box
 
no use trying for hot
stuck in cold
trottie, trot, trot
 
nothing will come
as in showers of band
nothing will go bang
by any hands of man
 
oh! as the turn of clocks
a passing by...no one can stop
or...over...hop‒
with a 'think not'
 
thoughts of 'I don't understand'
thoughts will come
from every clan
for to the stillness‒
they became faithful fans
never seeing 'I can'
in the forever of 'I am'
instead…away...they ran
 
passing...turns of clocks
‒just a tip from the top
a chance to untie tied knots
after...a rapture's
during-the-night rob
of what you thought‒
you had the power to stop

( December 2, 2019) Note: The photograph, taken November 11th, when the avenging angel appeared in the sky, says again…the vision will happen at night.