Four seasons fill a year’s fullness of time
and fills the core of human shell and gourd -
in that season of youth’s Spring balm its prime
will reap the honied hive of years endured.
And golden Summer so brightly spangled
from whence its firstfruits cling the swollen vine,
lest it not plucked lays withered and tangled
only to fall a spoil buried in time.
For circles of life ring the culling tree
when Autumn its rich shedding off has cast -
so begins the end, a fading glory
in the long shadows of lusting days past.
Winter too, when the cold hoary bark wets
and the pale mortal sun upon us sets.
Written: May 2011
Amalgam vis-à-vis
of platonic enzymes,
intimate fireworks broth
enraptured,
unsatisfied mix
of protons, electrons
and neutrons.
web emotionally
strewn with
woven feelings
fluidly, are
matrix firstfruits,
pure words that
from the book don't run away
antimagnetic apples
that of the tree
don't fall ,
phenomenon from love to love...
the chocolate egg broken
its yolk yellow with sin
the serpentine tongue bites
and screams
“suffer the fools”
but at the sash painted red
broken bread
chalice of wine
terror on stoop
can’t step
inside
the living room
the firstborn dies
the firstfruit thrives
graveclothes neatly folded
4/14/2020
Brian Strand’s STRAND PICK 12 Poetry Contest
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy;
I have come that they may have life,
and have it to the full. (Jesus’ words)
John 10:10 NIV
But Christ has indeed been raised from the dead,
the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep. For
since death came through a man, the resurrection
of the dead comes also through a man.
1 Corinthians 15:20-21 NIV
Investment In Heaven
Written: by Miracle Man
2-20-2020
My finances never deprive me of needed sleep,
though thoughts of collecting, find me somewhat beguiled.
Because I enumerate blessings, not counting sheep,
In Heaven you'll find my retirement plan is now filed.
Proactively I check on its growth each Sunday,
Its invested in a place where it can't be stolen.
A location where no sin will be found on display,
where's no depreciation and balance found swollen.
Proverbs Chapter 3
9 Honour the LORD with thy substance, and with the firstfruits of all thine increase:
10 So shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out with new wine.
I was never the same as the others.
I knew it at birth.
Firstborn; firstfruits; given to God;
My parents were not the same either.
They were pure Lovingkindness.
I was not the same as everybody else.
I have always been a stranger.
A sojourner, an alien in a foreign land.
I knew it on the mat taking a nap,
on the stage in kindergarden.
I knew it finger painting.
Given winning then defeated, losing everything.
Time and time again;
I have fought all my life.
I still fight.
Attacked left and right, throughout this earthly life.
Pray for me and the few that be for victory.
Over the evil one.
The last has just begun;
Hebrews 13-2
" Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby
some have entertained Angels unawares. "
This warning is for YOU.
Jealous
And the Lord poured out his spirit upon the believers
twas the morn' of Pentecost cost cost
where are the Christians of today
that prefer this holy day?
how few perceive the loss loss loss
my Lord's name is Jealous
why do people prefer the land of the lost
and who among you all
can truly perceive the cost cost cost
Christians are no better than those who serve
the God's of perverse churches and nations
seems the devil and his bride have deceived this world
with it they all drink the wine of desolation
together they destroy the prophets
unto their own condemnation
for this all the souls in the sea shall die
and the rays of the sun will burn
and the world will curse my Lord
for them it is easier than to repent and turn
around from wicked ways
for they prefer their false god's holy days
and his cross like face
and their idols that sit silently
in their designated place
as the word falls upon the few
and like the Lord and his prophets
are shunned and hated too
they look for ways to bring forth understanding
and the feast of firstfruits is coming very soon
and do you ever wonder
just who and what are you
Cast your bread on the waters
After many days you'll find it again
Of this be sure sons and daughters
No matter how many starless nights there've been
Cast your bread on the waters
And after many days you'll find it again
Coming down from your Father
Of heavenly lights who knows just how, where and when (chorus)
As a high wind blew in the morning
He went out in tears sowing seed
And his hands were not idle in the evening
With hopes that they both would succeed
In time the clouds became dark and gray
And the trees began shaking their leaves
But he reaped the fields with songs of joy
And returned carrying in his sheaves
(Chorus)
Before gathering the sheaves into barns
He gave all the firstfruits to God
Then loading up a seafaring vessel
He prayerfully shipped the harvest abroad
Expecting to receive a good return
He waited patiently night and day
But when the great increase finally arrived
It came sailing in from another way
{Bridge}
For He who supplied seed for the sower
And bread for food will multiply
The seed you have sown and will increase
The righteous fruit of your enriched supply
(Chorus)
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