Sickle
I saw Him†
again
larger than life
His† gown...brilliant white
glowing in grace
His† gold hair
‒surprising in color
it was black
during my first site
His† hands griping tight
His† arms bent
to His† chest
two blades
to the left, to the right
curving up
to each side
seemingly‒
ready to splice
I couldn't help notice
His† eyes
staring straight ahead
‒now I want to cry
all that I've felt inside
couldn't adjust
to this raging sight
He† is love
He† is might
standing before me‒
Jesus the Christ†
then again
He† went
out of sight
(December 6, 2020)―Nehemiah. He put the wall back together, too…that wall around Jerusalem that kept being torn down by war. As God wants us to put our wall back together. Which wall is that? Our hearts. Our minds. Our self. Heal. I didn’t write today, as in a poem. Instead, I was directed to ‘Sickle’, which was written May 13 of this year. I was asked to read it aloud. I did. Then, ‘Open the book.’ Nehemiah and confession was put before me. Do you see it now?
He’s warned you. God our Father, and Jesus warned us about God’s wrath. I don’t blame you for not hearing. Those who are open to them heard loud and clear. You will mourn. You will complain. You will get hostel. He knows already. After…after you do these things, He asked that you forgive Him for bringing you to them. And He IS bringing you to them. Trust Him.
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