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purified in the flame
cleansed in the rain
finding beauty in the pain
accepting the distain
of all that became
there's sincerity in shame
dim's the only pressing view
fog covers through and through
empty in the reach for you
breathing in a quaint defeat
the scent of hope's subtle retreat
familiar gloom sets on both feet
wounded spirit, rest once more
with mended wings in time you'll soar
crafted through divine weaving
these thoughts are just deceiving
your maker's form will hold
and once again you'll be made bold
purified in the flame
cleansed in the rain
finding beauty in the pain
He was subjected to a biased system just like me
He was falsely accused of blasphemy
His presence was a threat to their status quo
So into a jail cell Jesus they did throw
righteousness is a menace to corruption
and Justice is a danger to obstruction
and anyone who tries to make this world woke
those in dark seats of power will cut off and choke
we serve a God of true salvation
a God of righteousness and restoration
and no matter how hard evil tries to take us down
God will always place us on higher ground
righteousness is a menace to corruption
and justice is a danger to obstruction
and anyone who tries to make this world woke
those in dark seats of power will cut off and choke
Jesus's sacrifice was the catalyst
that allowed us to be renewed and blessed
and the sacred blood that was shedded
on Mount Calvary
cleansed us of sin and gave us a ministry
they wanted to eradicate
and make Him an outcast
they wanted to exterminate
and treat Jesus like trash
but righteousness will always be
a menace to corruption
and spiritually justice always
a danger to obstruction
and anyone who tries to make this world truly woke
those in dark seats of power will cut off and choke
yet they couldn't destroy Jesus's reputation
not comprehending He was God's creation
The Messiah, Our Savior, the Son of Man
Who came to wake us up to His Father's plan
yes, righteousness is a menace to corruption
and justice is a danger to obstruction
and Jesus who came to make this world woke
will never be cut off and will never choke
the Messiah, Our Savior, the Son of Man
who came to wake us up to His Father's
master plans
Awake oh hermit
“Drop that thought, ego begot ~
Here and now, be thus self-taught”
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Prone to weigh and size,
we self-block surprise,
since we don’t let go,
of thought forms that flow.
Habit of thinking,
dots in time linking,
plunges us in trance;
piquant circumstance.
Laying thoughts to rest,
no load on our chest,
awareness heightens,
our aura brightens.
Sans thought we are free,
caged not to mind’s tree.
Cleansed of egoic stain,
fears to rest are lain.
Conscience voice heeded,
thoughts used when needed,
soul regains control
of our earth life role.
Our void centric eye,
sees through ego’s lie,
choosing tranquil calm
and love’s healing balm.
Empty is our cup
but love’s our backup,
which pervades our form,
as magnetism warm.
Stop energy leak.
We’re he who we seek.
Soul’s luminescence
is pure God-essence.
19-July-2022
What compares to the present?
The present is like a needle
Time threading through its eye
A needle on a phonograph
My record is now on the B side
Still, I can't listen to the present
The future is encrypted
A symphony heard as conspiracy
The past nostalgically stained
I search for the exquisite
The elusive present ever pure
The past is a sweaty t-shirt left behind
Time is a tall drink of glass
Ever replenished on repeat
What is full will be emptied
Time is a shirt forever laundered
The cherished stains washed
Only to be cleansed of your sweat
I'm apart from you now wondering
If I stay present could I be with you
Be the needle whatever record may play
Be the laundromat to any stain
The praxis of now seems futile
The future conspires against me
On the B side how old I've become
The present is not immaculate
The present is not kind
It ages just like me
Even needles will dull
Even washing machines break
This past is vinyl to MP4
New generations care not for the old
The future is not ours to hold
My present is a past for the young
My mistakes are fodder for seedlings
The young will also be compost
I shouldn't think futile thoughts
Wait for younger philosophers to fail
Just like me and generations before
We search for the exquisite present
Ever elusive and requisite present
For us to find love in the present
When the record is done
When the needle lifts
I'll be tucked in my birthday jacket
When my stained shirt is washed
Bleached and bone white
I'll be put on the shelf
The present like love is perfect
The search is ever futile
The record and shirt gathering dust
After a thousand years or more
Only God will cherish
Specks of dust
Here, within my dark abyss of stark silence,
I hear the jangling tunes of rusted chains
echo futile summer dreams
like wildflower chimes in the wind,
comforting my inner moon~
still bleeding self-inflicted sorrow,
in need of a balmy muse
as my heart painfully exhales poetry,
breathing in the peace of petrichor,
grieving through my pen on paper
amidst procrastinated punctuations,
confusing the columns of calm
between the quiet quotations of healing.
But somewhere between the
unpredictable lines of emotional storms,
you’ll find our forgotten feelings,
sedated by fireflies fluttering
through the musical mists of sleepless nights,
quenched like once upon a sacred quill,
floating amongst salt and light,
like a crescent’s rose blooming into the blues,
learning to erase the unspoken shadows
lining the boulevard of my weathered soul,
for this is the song of the pearl
resting in a sand-soaked bed
of broken shells,
turning oceanic pages
with metaphors that ebb and flow,
like a collage of dancing diamonds,
cleansed with colors of sunsets
softer than the chorus of h o p e
wrapped like souvenirs
laced in saffron and sage.
Inspired by Charles B. Widmeyer’s hymn “Come and Dine.”
COME AND DRINK
It’s inside of him who waits—
passion afore it’s too late.
The stirring of the waters, his healing close.
With no working legs, no boast,
has no friends to help him coast
into the waters…then Jesus overflows.
Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Oh what joy there is in Him.
Kind of joy that bubbles, rises to the brink.
With richest blessings poured, to the chalice rim,
overflowing cascade beckons, “Come and Drink.”
Magdalene’s seven spirits—
viscosity that digs deep.
She’s haunted by nefarious wolves—sceptic.
Deeper still, one touch of Christ,
draws her to the highest heights.
Deeply cleansed from impure thoughts— Christ heals the sick.
Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Oh what joy there is in Him.
Kind of joy that bubbles, rises to the brink.
With richest blessings poured, to the chalice rim,
overflowing cascade beckons, “Come and Drink.”
What’s better than this? The lamb—
led to the cross…great I Am
eaten up with all our suffering and sins.
What’s better than that? The dawn
bursts forth lovely as a swan—
Christ with life-giving power, a righteous win.
Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice! Oh what joy there is in Him.
Kind of joy that bubbles, rises to the brink.
With richest blessings poured, to the chalice rim,
overflowing cascade beckons, “Come and Drink.”
10/18/2021
February 8 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 22-23
Key Verse – Leviticus 22:21 And whosoever offereth a sacrifice of peace offerings unto the LORD to accomplish his vow, or a freewill offering in beeves or sheep, it shall be perfect to be accepted; there shall be no blemish therein.
HEART THAT ACCOMPLISHES VOWS UNTO THE LORD
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our Biblical training
As He accompanies us with His supreme reigning
Never leaving us; but driving us toward faith-gaining
Keeping us guarded from worldly dining.
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our sincere striving
As He helps us with His spiritual moving
Never forsaking us; but pulling us toward trust-thriving
Keeping us protected from vain cleaving.
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our quiet resting
As He refreshes us with His peaceful assisting
Never dropping us; but carrying us toward strength-hasting
Keeping us defended from carnal feasting.
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our mission-going
As He propels us with His gracious doing
Never refusing us; but bringing us toward goodness-bestowing
Keeping us guided from humanistic blowing.
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our struggling
As He upholds us with His caring cradling
Never abandoning us; but leading us toward sincere humbling
Keeping us hedged from destructive meddling.
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our languishing
As He cheers us with His heavenly vanquishing and pushing
Never neglecting us; but prodding us toward provision-replenishing
Keeping us covered from deceptive furnishing.
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our persevering
As He provokes us with His divine providence by His saving
Never harming us; but assuring us pardon of complete forgiving
Keeping us cleansed from guilt while we are honestly serving.
February 8, 2026
From this golden chalice Kings, Queens
and Princes drank from as I have today:
being cleansed of sins tormenting me!
The humble priest prays to God
as grace descends upon me!
If love is forgiveness,
then I'm healed!
Come, Lord...
bless me,
and heal
me now!
My song
is simple,
but joyful:
my reward
is salvation!
Very distant is that time when
I will stand at your open gate!
If you come to my jungle, you will not be the king.
Stick a gun in my face and watch the wrath that I’ll bring.
I bow before one and my friend it’s not you.
Bring your violence to my doorstep and it will be the last thing that you do.
My home is my castle and here I am king.
I rule this great land and my bite it does sting.
In this land we are armed, from sea to shining sea.
A redneck’s justice is what you will see.
Here law and order, is in my two hands.
I have 13 acres on which I now stand.
It’s fortified and safe for family and friends.
It’s soaked with my blood and all hate has been cleansed.
If you don’t like my thoughts then you better pass on by.
Evil is not allowed here and I’m going to tell you why.
Jesus gave his all for this life that we live.
I now follow in his footsteps and for you that’s what I’ll give.
Follow me down this path & observe my words
along the way
They're breadcrumbs leading the way connecting
dots like neural pathways
I seen the light & it was good until the darkness
had come around
The sun raised me up in all its ways so the dark
sought to bring me down
My thoughts were that of a crystal ball until clouds
formed in stormy pose
It started to rain but this cleansed my soul as angels
flocked in hidden droves
You see, eventually the roles will switch as pressure
builds for the oppressed
It's said the pressure will burst the pipe but diamonds
form under natures stress
The test is that of faith as to see if you're committed
to the guiding light
I had to embrace the darkness to know that I was
blind & it was this that gave me sight
It was a fight that I thought a game until I seen it
wouldn't end
This made me stronger than ever before & forged a
will that's built to win
Baptism by fire will mold your sins into the tools
you'll need to use
Harden your mind but keep it as water to help escape
this liquid cube
You'll run circles around this box when you master
dimensions designed to enclose
Master your mind & study its angles for it's the obtuse
that we oppose
These profuse lines may be profane to some that are
lacking the inner gnosis
Know that it's only mind that stands in your way &
all that it opposes