lovely lively lithe lambs leaping
making merry without peeping
nurtured by nature’s natural safekeeping
older sheep’s aged joints are creaking
pleasure in seeing little lambs, they’re seeking
My favourite is lamb roast
Seasoned with garlic
Surrounded by roast veggies
Crisp spuds are a must
Served with mint sauce- and
Brown gravy
Yum!
They glare with eyes like frozen steel,
Piercing, yet blind to what is real.
They see the frame, not the flame,
And brand me with a borrowed name.
Their hearts beat cold, devoid of grace,
Slander drips from lips that never face
The truth I carry, bold and bare—
A golden heart they wouldn’t dare.
They speak in tongues of defamation,
Crafting myths from accusation.
As if I’m carved for crucifixion,
A symbol of their own affliction.
But I do not break—I crystallize.
I rise beneath their shallow lies.
Resilience is my quiet hymn,
A light that does not beg to dim.
So I ask you now, with open hand,
Do you think I’m a sacrificial lamb?
Or am I the storm they failed to tame—
The soul they tried, but could not name?
I am cold-forged, born of frost and flame,
A heart of gold beneath the blame.
Not prey, not pawn, not silent ghost—
But the truth they fear to face the most.
Time is a satin lamb against young souls- then burlap lion as we grow old.
Aroma wild, Rosemary
Lamb shanks and onions
Carrots, bay leaves, potatoes,
Ample garlic cloves
Add origami
Pita Bread
Wow!
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After the elect
Sailed through the milky river
Christ, the golden lamb
Shined through them in daylight blue
Like Omicron Velorum
Inspired by the Manichaean hymn "Hymn of the Bodies in Paradise"
Oh, my Lord! I'm quite a lonely lamb;
I know not which womb I've come from!
What I speak and do creates hostility.
I know not the difference between
Good and bad, as l learnt it not as a child
Resting my head in my mother's lap!
Having no parent to guide me rightly,
I request you to be by my side always,
And teach me the ways of the world!
Show me the right track to travel on;
Give me the wisdom to be righteous
In my outward expressions, while I speak,
And in my inward reflections, while I think!
Save me from becoming the laughing stock,
And set me to be the apple of people’s eye;
For I crave to taste the bliss of true love!
You shall say to the master of the house (Luke 22:11 NKJV)
So you may eat and drink at my table (Luke 22:30)
Covenant is His blood, poured out for us. (Luke 22:20)
I love you, I am willing and able.
I hold these blessings of Joy as I should,
I take thine body and blood, it blesses.
I will taste and see that the Lord is good, (Psalm 34:8).
I do this in remembrance of Jesus. (Luke 22:19)
Overwhelming presence, His Holy light,
It shines on my heart, for I glow outward.
You redeemed by your great strength and your might, (Nehemiah 1:10)
Who have tasted the goodness of the Word? (Hebrews 6:5)
Exalt thine glory and truth, I can see,
Love chooses to be emptied into me.
(A Sonnet to the Lord, of ScottM 11/25/2024 praise tapdig com)
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I came in from the fields to take a bath.
Taking off my worn clothes I stared aghast.
They were so stained and filthy, torn and worn
That I looked for a way to get new clothes.
Sadly, I was poor without a penny.
I looked and saw the old chains on my feet.
These kept me bound to a cruel master.
I would not be free after my life passed.
I walked by the place where the lamb was killed.
And in quiet desperation I threw
My clothes into the place where its blood spilled.
Quickly, I pulled them out and stared in shock.
They were made new and bleached whiter than snow.
I put them on in surprise and in hope
And found the chains had fallen from my feet.
I danced to the mirror and realized
That the blood of the Lamb made me new born.
the loud lion roars
let us hope the warm Spring lamb
is not far behind
Gentle tributary
of a hill-born river
suburban lake caressed
acres of fertile land -
paddy rich, growing fields
Schools of fish raced at depths
water-birds, herons, egrets,
warblers, mynas, pipits,
swallows, shikra, barbets, owls
Bowl that held varied lives
The surrounding city
rapidly scales cloud- heights, as
skilled strategists, land grabbers,
investors, policymakers,
now take her on a ride
The silenced birds, once family
to the lively-living lake,
their provider, now watch
from a mile, her being led
like a lamb to the slaughter
chemical sewers, toxic algae
rotting froth, foam, fumes engulf
volatile, fire-prone, wasted,
water body stands scrapped
A stilled lake, beyond repair
He humbly accepted to lay down his life
To put an end to the enmity and strife.
This was the Father’s will,
So that the sacrifice would serve as a seal.
He was a lamb taken to the slaughter,
To redeem and reconcile us when we falter.
He was meant to be a rising light,
One that would tunnel through the recalcitrant night.
He understood the mess and nonsense that plagued us,
Leading us to the abyss of loss.
He laid down His life to deliver us from their works,
Freeing our hearts from the chains and stocks.
There was an eerie presence that ruled on the inside,
While it loomed heavily on the outside.
He walked the road to the slaughter to free us from its power,
So that we could stand upon redemption tower.
Christ was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
To make me, a born sinner, His daughter,
His death on the Cross, the best love story,
That washed my sins and clothed me with glory;
The Maker of the universe stayed dumb,
So that we, His creation, could now come
Into His presence and call God, Abba,
The only One who is the true Rabba;
Like a lamb to the slaughter, Christ was led,
A sacrifice for us, His blood was shed,
He's the Lamb who took away the world sins,
Everyone who receives Him, by grace, wins;
Christ ~ both the Shepherd and the Lamb of God,
Oppressed and afflicted for us, who're flawed,
The LORD laid on Him all our sinfulness,
For us, Jesus died with full wilfulness;
He opened not His mouth when He was killed,
In His death, the law of God was fulfilled,
A Lamb to the slaughter was Jesus Christ,
For me, for us, for the world, sacrificed.
Light breeze on the pasture green
Tilting his head to the side
A young lamb looks with a grin
At the world, so wide
He can’t see his mother there
For a day or two
So he thinks now who will care
About him: will you?
Passerby, don’t pass me by
Take me if you can
Help to find the reason why
I’m alone again
For a while I’ll be alone
Under dazzling sun
Mother said this is your home
Don’t you worry, son
But of course she meant I’ll be
Worrying, in case
I will learn the mystery
Of this peaceful place.
Wisdom was bored, so she left heaven’s serenity
Yaldabaoth was bored, so he formed the world we see
Saklas was bored, so he moulded man like you and me
Samael was bored, so he taught man silver and money
Man was bored, so he worshiped this blind deity
Through this boredom, we forgot heaven’s serenity
Through boredom, we crucified heaven’s lamb on the tree
Through boredom, we beheaded the Prophet Mani
Through boredom, we burned the Cathars despite every plea
Through boredom, we seized and colonised land and sea
Through boredom, we filled all with blinding anxiety
Until Adam will rest his head on the lamb’s tree
I am tired, but wisdom’s touch moved me to write this for you to see
Inspired by Soren Kierkegaard’s argument that boredom is the root of all evil, from his work “Either/Or” Part 1, Chapter 6.
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