My ancestors believed witches had magic
My ancestors worshiped a golden calf
I'm embarrassed, such folly is tragic
I shake my head and have to laugh.
Today between females and males there are no lines
We say we can surgically change either side
We can power our cities on wind turbines
And Israel's guilty of genocide.
We can always squeeze more from the rich
We know there's always money to burn
No hurdle, no obstacle, no hitch
40 trillion debt, no need for concern.
So we're so much smarter than those shepherds in the rocks
They worked for their money, thought nothing was free
Fought off invaders, and tended their flocks
Could they have been closer to reality?
He had the book which God wrote
To read it, his life he did devote
Based on faith, not on proof.
Pursuing what he thought was ultimate truth.
Commands and divine rules for living,
Rules of fighting and forgiving,
What man should eat, what man should wear
When a believer should not cut his hair.
He had purpose, he found worth
Divining God's goals on earth
Much time hunched over a book
The forest for the trees, this man mistook.
he looked for hidden layers of meaning, acronyms
Below the straight text, messages within
Going beyond the author's intent
Years wasted, years spent.
I've known believers, but their feet were on the ground
They were free agents, not to a whirlpool bound.
The could drink from a well, but not drown inside
Their book was not a universe, just a guide.
Yes, its interesting what folks did 3000 years ago
But lets keep track since of history's flow
Let's take the best of science and thought
Believe but perceive, don't get caught.
In praise of Elohim, the shofar sounds,
Its ancient call, our hearts resound.
A trumpet's blast, a sacred song,
To Adonai Tzva’ot, our voices raise so strong.
With every note, our spirits soar,
To the heavens, we implore.
The shofar's echo, pure and sweet,
In worship, at the feet of Shaddai, we meet.
In awe, we stand, our souls aligned,
With faith and love, our hearts entwined.
Praising HaShem with shofar's grace,
In this sacred, holy space.
So let the shofar's voice proclaim,
The glory of El Elyon mighty name.
In praise of El Roi, we stand as one,
With shofar's call, our song is sung.
Taharah (Hebrew)
The Empty Tomb
Sunday morning they went to the tomb
And found it empty and felt gloom
“He is risen,” they were told
And even then, they were not bold
But what of the purpose of their mission?
To anoint the body, is the admission
But why anoint rotting flesh?
The purpose of anointing, to keep the smell fresh
As a body was carried to its end
The deceased did not wish to offend
Spices were placed on the rotting flesh
So while passing people, it would smell fresh
This would disgrace the newly deceased
Something to prevent, in the Jewish mid-east.
So this very act is nothing more
Than a plot device, a literary chore
To have the tomb discovered bare
So that followers would not dispair.
But now we have another err
That is rarely laid to bare
Women would never clean a male
Only men could receive that hail
And if they did, a strong bewail
Women cleaned only the female dead
A task that men would never tread
So when you hear these tales disagree
It matters not whether the numbers agree
For the story itself could never have been
Nothing more than a literary scene.
The world has become jaded by the news we observe
It’s not until we notice something morally monstrous
Neither peacemakers nor warmongers have the nerve
It’s the emotions of the weak that raise our awareness
Our heads turn around when it involves the innocent
The terror and tears on their face make us take notice
Traumatizing their faultless world are the malcontents
Disrupting their pure sanctity with death and sickness
Trying to make sense of what has harassed their reality
Children and the elderly suffer, contrary to popular belief
Too delicate to be collateral damage of the war’s tragedy
Hearing the innocent cry, are you listening to their grief
Who are we but our practices,
Our ancient food and songs,
Who are the chosen few that we meet in the beyond?
Where are the lines beneath,
From order to chaotic press,
Defined by time and creed it seems devoid of holiness.
If all glory be to G-d, is that to yours or mine,
The differences seem minor through translations over time,
Drawing ever closer and yet further apart,
Is it what’s in the book, what’s taught or what’s in the heart?
If I will start over and trade the Matzo for the date,
Would my love be any different, would my humor or my hate?
Would I grow up wanting for the festival of lights,
Or look forward to a month of eating with family by candlelight.
Would I miss the songs of my homeland or the wine,
Would I learn new songs and sing them with my brother’s side by side.
The similarities between us cut deeper than the land
So, there for the grace of G-d go I
With my brother’s hand-in-hand.
Born of man and holy breath
Heaven’s angel who stops death
Father of the race of Seth
I have been a dark skin man
with a white god
For so long l was groomed
In another man's faith
The sufferance of time
I bared with my teeth out
Beautifying the face of pains
With false smiles
They came in peace
So they say with a meek tone
In the name of religion
and for the sake of their god
Religion, you mocker of wisdom
Like fools we followed
Like sheep led by shepherds
Humble, to the slaughter room
They dimmed the light of our future
and burn our reasoning to ashes
We abandoned our Own trade
to find gain in a blind man's business
O Africa! You forsaken culture
Your gods bleeds out
Daily the ancestors calls
Retrace your steps and return home
Why pray in the tongue of the Arabs
And embrace the Jewish laws
You prostitute your sacred ground
With the Worship of a foreign god
What shall it profit you
To lose your culture and gain the world
Haven't you realize yet
That religion is no solution to the world
We are Muslims,
we are Christians,
Jews and Hindus too;
Same blood runs in veins,
Made of same flesh and bone;
Same emotions,
Same love we feel;
God or Allah is same sense,
Word used differently,
In different worlds;
God Created humans
to live side by side;
Inscriptions say,
"Surrender to me,
And follow pathway I draw";
"Live for others,
Die for others,
And Feed the needy,
Live and let live";
Where have we lost;
Mistook guidelines,
Of God or Allah;
Reading and memorising,
Spiritual verses,
Two and five times,
Becomes the sign of excellence;
No text reading or worship,
Is worth,
Without bringing them,
Into own life;
Have we lost as human,
Defeated humanity,
For selfish avarice;
Purpose of spirituality,
Is only one,
"Live and let live"
© sadashivan nair
What do you say
when you kneel to pray
Is it for Health or Wealth
The Nation's Good
or merely for a scrap of food
I suppose it depends
on whether you are ill or poor
Concerned or just hungry
Any one of these
would guide your words
You'd hope that someone heard
your pleas to ease the pain
For worldly gain
For Peace on Earth
Or is it rebirth
that you seek
In a world of the meek.
Do you take off your shoes
Do you cover your head
Do you pray for the living
and bless the dead
Do you do it in Church
Do you go to a Mosque
Do you sit on your bed
Clasp your hands, bow your head
Do you sing,
Do you shout
What is it about
This profession of good
This praying for food
for starving nations
The lighting of candles
for dead relations
I find it quite odd
That we have but one God
Yet we cannot pray together.
Regardless of what the Liberal Media says
JESUS WAS A JEW
What has happened to religion,
That the media hates it so?
They look for fault in believers,
They tell us how to go.
They cast doubt on the faith,
Of Americans near and far.
They have assumed the authority,
To raise the holy bar.
They call us religious fanatics,
Holy wackos and such.
They claim we worship a false God,
That we are out of touch.
They twist the Holy Scriptures,
To their "enlightened" point of view.
What we have believed for 2000 years,
Is not the thing to do.
Love homosexuals and Lesbians,
Adults who abuse a child.
Even those who violate animals,
If not then you are wild.
They claim Jesus was a Muslim,
Though that faith was not around.
When the Son of our Heavenly Father,
Walked this Holy Ground.
If the scriptures are not enough,
To convince these evil souls.
Let science show what happened,
It proves all that was told.
If they want to doubt my Jesus,
Then join us for the ride.
Jesus was a Jew,
If only on His Mother's side.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Jesus Christ was the greatest Jewish man who has been on the Earth.
The world became a far greater place on the day of his birth.
When Jesus was nailed to the cross, he died for people's sins.
He's in Heaven with his father now but we will see him again.
The Jewish people have been persecuted and that's a disgrace.
Jesus is wonderful and he'll be the savior of the Human Race.
I did behold the vision
one like a daughter of man
singing before the armies of heaven
I did hear what the seven thunders said
said they put on your war robe LORD and go
then go and cleanse the earth with your sword
Lewis Nyaga
Misguided forces in our world
seek to reinstate Nero's declaration
in 64 AD, branding Christianity
an illegal religion,
not simply to announce it as truth,
but to make all people everywhere
believe it- and act on that belief.
Even in our nation, it's working!
We Christians help push the wagon
with our narrow, misguided emphasis
on "Separation of Church & State."
In our effort to keep the Government
out of the church, we've unwittingly
brought it in. Government regulation
is now at ridiculous extremes.
Our children cannot pray in public,
bibles are banned. God's name is stricken
from songs, prayers, coins. Mustn't pray
in Jesus' name, this might be offensive.
Christians are despised, persecuted,
just as prophesied in Nero's day.
Because America is known as a Christian
nation, our country is hated, our people
slaughtered- just as they were in 64 A.D.
*Illegal Religion
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