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(A lone voice whispers)
I always used to wonder
Where do Robins go to sleep
Then one dark night
Within a deep all-consuming lucid dream
At approximately one o'clock
A beautiful deity appeared out of the mist
Wearing a blue and white coat
Holding a Lily and a shining lantern
Across its shoulder, a golden trumpet and a branch from Paradise
On its golden belt
Hung a scepter and a silver scroll
As it strolled towards me
Within my illustrious sleeping streams
A strange palace of darkness
Where no birds
Flew or squawked
Its mysterious ever watchful eyes
Held me firmly transfixed
Like an ethereal heavenly hawk
Its bright white orbs
Swallowed me whole
As it whispered words
I'll remember
Until I'm old
Within the light of day,
We appear
Your beloved and even I
To watch over and visit you
To see and follow all that you do
When we, the blessed few
Waiting in the new spectacular bright white lights
In the glorious cathedrals of Atmos, shadowy arches
Cross over
When allowed a brief time
Before we are eventually
Reunited in a new form
To rejoice in hymn
Within your All Highs
Divine Church
Depending upon
The faith of your choice
To visit those we still
Love
To leave a sign or sing
A sonnet
Happily with echoes of our new voice as we too mourn
Then in here
At darkness
In
The Great In-Between
A place you all visit
Whenever you fall asleep
In deep dreams,
We always appear
For real spiritual shapeshifters
Like us
Never really sleep
We just transform into Robins
Through a supernatural technique
For sometimes they are merely vessels
We use
Just one of our everlasting souls keeps
So if you see one
And it sings
Looking straight at you
Remember this
It's just a beloved loved one
Maybe even me
Archangel Gabriel
Channelling
Through
And with that beautiful closing line
It disappeared quietly
Back into the receding winds that whined
Of the Hidden Divine
And when I awoke at eight,
I'm sure it met me
Sat on my old garden's wooden gate
My beautiful friend
Who loves to sit on the washing line
Whispering and singing
Hello
Sending shivers and tingling
Shooting
As I remember that dream
All the way
Up and down
My sinuous
spine
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
...The devil didn’t hide, he strutted right out,
a smile painted on his red face.
“Why my dear sheriff, how in the world
Did you ever find my new place?”
Abner stared on, seething with hate.
“An old friend told me to find you here,”
He explained, glancing up to the sky.
“You know why I’m here, you son-of-a-*****.
You made those poor people die.
And now has come your time!”
The devil he laughed, and shook his head.
“You think that Colt will take me down?
I’m a damned archangel, and well beyond
The people of this backwater town.
Now behave, and toss that on the ground.”
Abner lifted his arm, taking careful aim
at the devil’s broad, muscled, red chest.
The devil just sighed, and started forwards
“You should not put me to the test,”
The devil did smugly confess.
Abner squeezed back on the trigger,
And a shot rang out in the night.
The devil lurched backwards, screaming loud,
his hellish face a mask of fright.
He looked down, shocked at the sight.
A hole their awaited, the flesh dissolving
around where the bullet had hit.
He gasped and looked up at Abner,
saying,”No! No, I don’t believe it!”
Abner just smiled, then on him spit.
“Pride, its goes before a fall,
that you of all folks should know!
I talked to your Pa, and He answered true,
and showed me the best way to go
about laying your carcass low.”
“See into each bullet I carved a cross,
and in holy water I dipped the tips
Then old Priest Frazier blessed each one
Blessed my gun, and then gave lip
to the Big Guy to watch over my trip.”
The devil shrank back, eyes afire,
struggling to say on his feet.
Abner he fired five more times,
what the devil sowed he then reaped,
and fell to the ground in defeat.
His body dissolved into the snow,
His soul went screaming back to Hell.
Abner breathed a sigh, holstered the gun,
and stood their quiet for a spell.
They he walked out, heading down the hill.
Now some folks say the crash of ninety-three
was what drove folks from Aspen’s mines,
And ushered in the beginning
of the town’s long and sleepy times.
But the real story you will find
Is that the dark one roamed and destroyed
until an old cowboy took him apart,
And for decades to come he raged in Hell
about Abner Gidden, that damned upstart
who dared shoot the devil in the heart!
The Rapture
“13 But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus. 15 For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. 16 For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord.” 1 Thess 4:13-17 NKJV
Jesus died and rose again,
As will the righteous in the first resurrection.
With a shout and the voice of an archangel,
All will hear God’s trumpet call to salvation.
They’ll join their Savior in the air;
Followed by those who are alive and remain;
Caught up together in the clouds;
Immortality to forever claim.
Do not sorrow for those who’ve fallen asleep.
For they have hope of tomorrow eternal.
Wipe the tears from your eyes;
Your next meeting by God’s made possible.
When our Lord reveals himself,
Our human frames, He’ll resemble;
The beloved children of God,
By The Rapture will assemble.
In a resurrected and glorified state,
The righteous dead will gaze upon His glory—
Maranatha, come, O Lord;
The Second Coming no longer a story.
The names of those enrolled in heaven,
Will be ticked off upon God’s slate.
Both the virtuous dead and living;
The Gifted eternity to relate.
This Rapture will be no secret—
The whole earth will see Christ come.
Some will cry out for the rocks to fall on them;
By His glory they’re totally overcome.
Christ is a consuming fire
To those who know Him not;
They’ve wasted their opportunities—
The love of God rejected or forgot!
The Rapture completed;
God’s people will ascend
To the heavenly Jerusalem—
One thousand years to spend.
The books will be opened
To judge the unrighteous dead;
Not by God or the heavenly angels,
But by previous mortals instead.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
In my mind's eye I see this incredible vision that would make a beautiful African painting. Perhaps I shall try to make it real.
I dedicate this poem to the women of Africa. Be inspired by Archangel Ariel who is the Lioness of God.
English:
To my beautiful African lionesses
Zulu*:
Ezintombini zami ezinhle zase-Afrika
Afrikaans*:
Aan my pragtige Afrikaanse leeuwyfies
Xhosa*:
Kwiingonyamakazi zam ezintle zaseAfrika
Swahili*:
Kwa simba zangu warembo wa Kiafrika
Arabic*:
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'iilaa labawaati al'afriqiaat aljamilat
French*:
A mes belles lionnes d'Afrique
Portuguese:
Para minhas lindas leoas africanas
Yoruba*:
Si awon abo kiniun mi l?wa
Igbo*:
Nye nd? nne m mara mma
Hausa*:
Zuwa ga kyawawan zakoki na Afirka
My beautiful African lionesses
By Michelle Morris
17/08/2023
There is a lioness within
Every African woman's heart
She often has to hide it
Lest the Dark ones want its spark
But it cannot remain hidden
For she will always stand tall
Walk with grace and beauty
So much courage through it all
That lioness is there with her
Like her ancestors by her side
They give her strength and forebearance
To take this life path in her stride
All the pain and the sacrifice
All the grief and the sorrow
It is washed away into the river
Only good is there for tomorrow
The waters ebb and flow
Like our mountain roads towards home
We shall build our communities
Share our wisdom and our rainbows
We are not forgotten, dear ones
Africa is the cradle of mankind
Our seeds have scattered with the wind
To nurture and develop resilient minds
For we are humble and gentle
We are powerful and mighty
The Sun sees our warmth
The Moon knows our kindness
For we are blessed and guided
We share knowledge and history
Our empathy and compassion
Creates Ubuntu in our region
The Angels and Archangels are here
They surround us with Light and love
For Africa, her time is coming
To help us with life on Earth
Oh, my beautiful African lionesses
Take heart that all your prayers are heard
Your tears fall and spring forth new life
Throughout Africa and this world
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Written: April 8, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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love fleeting
moments
soul controlled
promiscuity &
wantonness
winnow wheat
from chaff
magically
besot
bog-myrtle
emblem
shrewdness
credence
communication
intimacy & physical touch
oversight
laudation
love binds
oozes
matters
expands
prevails. . . and sounds
spiritual
visual
reversal
unperishable
individable
love is all around
love is all about
love is all we ask
love is all we bestow
love is all I have . . .
Joining
flowing counting
growing knowing
asking giving
motivating comforting
having
love is painful
fruitful
disdainful
gainful
baneful
graceful
hateful
archangel
playful
baleful
wakeful
unstable
i love: love
i am so in love
in love with Joy
in love with happiness
in love with anger
in love with frustration
in love with tears
love hurt, love heal, love win, love kill,
love loose, love catch, love toss, love match,
love fall love is right love is wrong,
love is weak, love is strong,
love rise love tall, love smile, love frown,
love stay love cease, love dream love sing,
Michael, archangel of the realm, instructed Gabriel and Raphael to be messengers of God's word to man. God in his love for man, stepped quietly back allowing men and angels their free will.
He said, "I'll wait and watch for each to find their way and when they're ready, I'll bring the home to me, if that is what they seek."
From that moment on, each was set free to forge their dreams, to build their empires, to love and live their lives.
On occasion, Michael left the earth to converse more closely with God. In those hours, Lucifer displayed his guile. When women and men felt alone and afraid in the desert, on the sea, in the great forests, Lucifer whispered in their ears and hearts of God's abandonment and therein birthed weakness, fear and doubt.
Then they were ensnared, and in their suffering, confusion, sickness, pain and dying, Lucifer poked and prodded their aching and they lost faith.
Rulers and kings, tyrants and dictators waged war despite the prayers of some. God heard their prayers, forgave them and loved them, promising a savior, a messiah who was yet to come. Mankind waited, longing and looking for a king to save them as the life, time and death passed them by.
Lucifer waited too, not as patiently, rising frequently from the depths, tempting both the women and the men.
Many took the bait he laid, breathing in the pleasure of discontent and embracing the temptation. Lucifer took hold over time, though his satisfaction waned. With pride and power, he was sure he proved God wrong.
The woman long ago was gone and there had been countless sons of man.
Living gods had rose and died and there were many more to come. Pharaohs and Caesars, Herods, Pilates and pharisees, and so many unnamed others would take power and wage war, depriving the lesser men of life and liberty.
Through the fearful darkness, the shadowed spectres and the light, hope still thrived and men and women waited, prophesying that a savior, a messiah might yet come and from the overwhelming darkness and despair, un-believed and un-accepted, there shone the light of hope and love and salvation.
I am stifled, stagnant, stressed and seriously strung
from streetlight to streetlight
There is nothing left, my energy is kaput, gone.
My creativity is something I barely remember.
Until I get home to my refuge in the country,
my trees, my lilacs, my lilies, my tulips, my earth.
I shed the cloak of heaviness, at my front door,
running toward my lightest coolest dress.
In seconds I am outside walking from one corner of my yard
to another, taking photos.
Talking to my trees, hugging them even,
replenishing the bird feeders, while cardinals soar in.
Butterflies light on my shoulders, dragonflies dive-bomb me,
I am Snow White here.
I do not whistle but I chant as I walk around my yard loving my flowers,
pulling up weeds.
All of the weeds have a place somewhere. I place them where nothing grows,
Knowing next year they will fill up this bare spot.
The only plants I do not replant are thistles.
Thistles hurt so much when I step on them barefoot,
and barefoot I am in my faerie yard.
So I pull up the thistles and I put them into my dumpster
knowing they will thrive at the dump.
I have a wild rose bush I had to dig up from another place
way deep in the forest.
It took me six hours. I thought it would be worth it.
It took four years to bloom.
That fourth year I said to it
“If you do not have one bloom tomorrow, I am throwing you away.”
The next day I woke up to that rose bush with forty beautiful hot pink flowers.
I kid you not.
When I am gone for a few days my yard comes alive upon my return.
The trees begin waving frantically even when there is no wind.
My husband always comments on it. Archangel Jophiel and I laugh about it.
She comes to me at night, and we discuss the beautiful things we have seen.
We discuss the grasshoppers, bees, wasps and yellow jackets too.
My yard is alive, five flower gardens in all. With unexpected visitors.
I sometimes see a gorgeous snake or a handsomely painted turtle.
There is a reverence and awe about it
I cannot fully explain, but it amazes me always.
~Jesus Christ Lives~
( The Celtic Cross)
Christ
Came and
Rose
And now
Lives and
He sits
With His Father
One day He will return
So be ready when He comes
Because no one knows the day or the hour but one day He'll return
As He promised and then His reign will begin and will never end
And Jesus will never lie because He is God and He is just perfect
He loves everybody so much and doesn't want a single soul to perish
He always tells us the truth
It is something I am sure
I just accept
And also
Want to
Believe
It.That's
The way
I feel
My faith
In Him
Can't be
Shaken.
It is
Too strong.
My hope
Always
Rest in
God's hands
Amen.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
February.26.2016
-For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.
1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 (NIV)
-So Christ, having been offered once to bear the sins of many, will appear a second time, not to deal with sin but to save those who are eagerly waiting for him.
Hebrews 9:28 ( NIV)
-Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen.
Revelation 1: 7 (NIV)
-But the day of the Lord will come like a thief, and then the heavens will pass away with a roar, and the heavenly bodies will be burned up and dissolved, and the earth and the works that are done on it will be exposed.
2 Peter: 3-10. ( NIV)
-Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.
Matthew 24: 44. ( NIV)
~Author's Notes:
The "Celtic Cross" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka
ladydp2000, on September 17,2010.
“For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.” 1 Thes 4:16
“5 For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not anything, neither have they any more a reward: for the memory of them is forgotten. 6 Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun.” Eccl 9:5-6
The doctrine of immortality,
Taken from pagan philosophy,
Perpetrates Christian faiths;
Forms part of an apostasy.
To believe that spirits of the dead
Minister to the living,
Has provided a way for spiritualism;
Fallen angels performing at Satan’s bidding.
Fallen angels appear as messengers
From what’s called the ‘spirit world’.
Bringing before men the appearance
Of departed friends revealed.
Many are falsely comforted,
Thinking their loved ones are in heaven.
When the verdict of ‘hell’
Is what finally may be given.
The Prince of Darkness
Is a chieftain of deception.
Has the living praying to the dead,
Because of this false doctrine.
“The dead know not anything”—
Satan’s messengers are fake;
Skillfully counterfeiting
Exact replicas to make.
The Bible clearly tells us
The true state of the dead.
Can’t fool the Jews;
Most Christians duped instead.
So few truly study
To find the truths revealed.
Many folk are only focused
On prosperity or getting healed.
Sadly the state of the dead
Has long been concealed.
Pagan beliefs prevail,
But truth must be revealed.
The righteous dead are sleeping.
Until Christ calls them from their graves;
Righteous living and dead made immortal,
When our Savior returns to save.
© Copyright 2008-2012 Maureen LeFanue
Google the world till you find me,
Draw closer; grip my heart and never let go,
Numerous moons have passed; countless suns have shone,
Yet my dream is curtailed,
I have unturned the blue; unzipped the stars looking for you,
Dug graves to uncover you; Uprooted trees to find clues,
Separated warm and cold air; to find the one I bleed; the one I breathe; the one I grief, the one I belief; the one I love,
I have befriended libraries to find your name; my love,
Given tokens to know the prophesy of your coming; my love,
A search that’s never ending until I find you; my future love,
I have roamed all over hell; to save your soul; my love,
Moved every corner of the earth; for the amender of my breath,
Tried bribing the archangel in heaven,
To certify to my heart that you are save and well; my love,
Just run a marathon in Daegu; for you who clutched my heart,
I can ran without shoes; but never without my strength,
Love I’ll die for you; as tomorrow means nothing without you,
Where are you at? Come swiftly seize my pressurized heart?
I know you can sense the soreness in my indoors,
Come cement my missing bits as you alone know how; my love,
Come devour me with glee; a beam that can never be expunged,
You know I need you; and that very true; my life; my love,
How can ‘I’ the Ferrari win a race without its tyres (you)?
I preserved every cell for you; ignored all love for you,
Don’t let me sting no more; I gave up everything for you,
When I confided in this love of ours; many pasted me a coward,
But my thoughts of you assisted me keep my sanity and purity,
My fluency with love rules made me patient,
Enough to wait for you the trance bloke of my centre; my love,
A love of tomorrow I preserve today and forever,
Soon my heart will dance and shout your name ‘ohh my love’
I treasure you my love; my tomorrow; my dream; my desire; my all; the one I have been waiting for all my life,
I sit here desperately jotting this jingle to you my love,
On tenterhooks it reaches you and remits you to me presently; my love.