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So many seeking to attack me
telling lies of my spiritual state
saying there's no hope in God
showing their hatred to me berate
But God the one I will look to
who lifts me up my constant shield
so I can lie down to sleep
for the Lord sustains as I appealed
So I'll not fear the numbers there
no matter against me they're set
for thy word will arise to save
the enemies He'll defeat even yet
God's salvation belongs to Him alone
He sends it forth to bless His own
to conquer all our enemies He will
making all peoples quiet and so still
(PSALM 3 (ESV)
O Lord, how many are my foes!
Many are rising against me;
many are saying of my soul,
there is no salvation for him in God.
But you, O Lord, are a shield about me,
my glory, and the lifter of my head.
I cried aloud to the Lord,
and he answered me from his holy hill.
I lay down and slept;
I woke again, for the Lord sustained me.
I will not be afraid of many thousands of people
who have set themselves against me all around.
Arise, O Lord!
Save me, O my God!
For you strike all my enemies on the cheek;
you break the teeth of the wicked.
Salvation belongs to the Lord;
your blessing be on your people!)
After but a moment,
Drowning in a sea of confusion,
All hope dashed against rocks of despair,
Her firm resolve culminates in
V I O L E N C E . . .
S i l e n c e...
"For the one who has died has been acquitted from his sin."—Romans 6:7
After but a moment,
The maiden awakens
To peaceful surroundings.
"...Why are you causing noisy confusion and weeping?
The young child has not died, but is sleeping."
"Then, taking the hand of the child, he said to her, 'Tal'i-tha cu'mi,'
which, when translated, means: 'Little girl, I say to you, get up!'"—Mark 5:39, 41
Her eyes slowly adjust as
Her recognition rushes
With audible cries of joy:
"My Mother... My Father... You look so much younger, you do!
My Brother... and the others! Could this really be true?"
As the sun shines, our eyes rain thousands of tears
For the thousands of years of exquisite delight before us.
"...and he said that something should be given her to eat."—Mark 5:43
She feasts on curing fruit, and does willingly stoop
To drink from the river of water of life.
"In the reflection I see
What could have been,
What should have been,
Yes, what now is true for me!"
Oh, Vanessa, what grand, joyful reunion!
Love...
Joy...
Peace...
Innocence of youth reclaimed!
Please sing me a new song, my darling girl.
Please sing me a new song again.
"Do not be amazed at this, for the hour is coming
in which all those in the memorial tombs will
hear his voice and come out..."—John 5:28, 29
Copyright © 1998-2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Battle of the Blood Moon
Recklessness invited this total eclipse,
Carl Jung’s shadow had tightened its grip.
On a weak, feeble ember, refusing the debt,
Mortally glowing in relentless regret.
But embers remember, darkness to light,
With appraisal, reflection, and owning the plight.
The fire barely warm, the soul full of mourn,
Battling humility and shame, whilst drowning in scorn.
The crimson photons on the pale orb adorn,
The new moon moves into its own quantum form.
The battle of the Blood Moon; Unbroken, Re-born.
Restoring the circle, shattered and broke,
Takes courage and strength to resurrect hope.
It’s all an illusion, this chemical confusion;
It warns of the end of our molecular infusion.
It’s an unwitting addiction, a delusion of fiction,
Take me back to clear skies, and my time pre-addiction.
The implosion atomic.
The shock astronomic.
The sky fell down, all around it was toxic,
Previous values shamefacedly now paradoxic.
This awakening is late, I cannot express
How I lived without eyes to see this mess.
External forces help check dark momentum,
This insidious inertia that’s making my head numb,
Not a moment too soon, The Nick of Time 2,
We will persevere, with sadness — not beer.
And like the writings of Watts: the presence is now.
Three fleeting seconds of time to choose the mind’s vow.
Tomorrow is possible. No hurdle too high.
Twin flames burn eternal; they just cannot die.
The Blood Moon anew, Clean without waste.
Just its crimson hue, And timeless space.
What once felt like chance, now fate takes its place,
Two atoms colliding, a molecular embrace.
The unseen auroras find their familiar place,
Together again to live with grace.
Form:
The arctic poppy
stretched into existence
rooted on a rock
surrounded by ice
it unfurled
its lemon cream petals
in an open embrace
with the sun
the small meek flower
filled with warmth
and smiled
A scorpionfly
buzzed by
and declared,
“How tedious it must be
to spend one’s day
staring at a ball of light.
Instead
tantalize your eyes
with the earthly
fun, glory, and excitement
around you!
Animals
intertwine their limbs and horns,
rivers
frolic and dance, and
mountains
lengthen
to show off
their fine
dress
layered with a
multitude of
colors and textures.”
But, the quiet flower
gazed only at the sun.
A wolf spider
dropped by
and persuaded,
“Poor child,
snow completely
surrounds you.
Ice even grows
from your stem and hairs.
It’s okay
to surrender
for a moment.
Droop your head
curl in your petals
and rest your eyes.
But, the yellow bloom
only turned more golden
as it kept its eyes steady
upon the fiery globe above
A grey wolf
its eyes always darting
padded quietly up to our hero
and whispered,
“This is a dangerous land
and you are much too sweet.
Of course,
you’re safe from me.
However,
there’s a reindeer nearby
and I am afraid
to it
you are prey.
Quick!
Duck!
Hide!
Be safe!
But, the poppy resolutely
stood more erect
while its sight
never wavered
from the great light in the sky
A grizzly bear
although seemingly in a hurry
looked down down down
upon the humble poppy
and growled,
“Don’t you know
that winter is coming?
There’s far too much
to be done
for one to take time
to stare at the sun!
Be intelligent
and focus
only
on the tasks
of the world.
Heed my word
or perish
little one.”
But, the arctic poppy
chose
to keep its sights
on celestial heights
And the seasons changed
And the snow piled high
And the faithful flower was buried
And the seasons changed
And the snow melted
And the devoted flower returned
For you see
this plant
had learned from
centuries old memories
of One
who perfectly
kept His sight
upon The Light
was buried
and rose again
Sometimes fear is a monster hiding under my bedwaiting for the chance or opening to jump
into my head. Once in it twists and turns stabbing me like a knife. It's been an unwelcome
companion for what seems like my whole life. What can I do now to make it go away? There
have been so many reasons for it to come and stay and yet I still fight it day in and day out
wondering if its hold on me will one day give out.
I know the answer to my question even as I wait - the hope that rises in me and it's name is
Faith. Faith stands tall and straight with his head held up high, faith is not afraid to look fear
in the eye because he knows he is stronger than the little monster of fear. He knows that
he'll win the battle should fear come near.
But like most everything in life Faith only comes as a choice – for fear is instilled in everyone
before we find our voice. Then we will awaken and find Faith by our side – the hope that he
gives us comes in like the rushing tide sweeping away all the traces we've held on to for
years. Faith has caused the death now of all my fleshly fears.
Form:
The mountain looks across a sea gazing
as it crawls beholding living waves move amazing Grace
echoing gull's lament falls upon deaf ears
silence freezes over iced laced as they that breathe out
from salted whispers footprints scream injustice
Nurtured with the twilight covers ebony
dressed in sparkling silver starlight
where perfection has been misplaced
At the gate without hope as seen for it's strong virtues
realities shadows quickly reaches the summit
consumed far fetched mad as a hatter hounds of words
spell disaster smoking guns disadvantaged creation
This planet has lost the plot completely
with dishonest crooks filled with mercury heavy lead
back to front doses evolve helpless beings
small measures begins poisoning the weak minded fools
In those whom use the upside down Bible
for no good cause stumbling at the hurdles chariots on fire
spoken of at the burning bush our ten laws etched on stone
take your heathen temple out of our land
Inspiration:
Inspired by the “Footprints in the Sand” tradition—the enduring idea that when only one set of footprints remains, it is because the Divine is carrying us through our darkest hour.
—The Weight of Mercy—
I turned my years back down the seaward strand,
where joy had once impressed its double trace;
But when the dark unloosed me from its hand,
one print alone lay solemn in its place.
I deemed that single furrow spoke of doom,
and read Heaven’s silence as a sealed decree;
Yet grief, self-crowned, within my inward gloom,
arraigned the unseen for what mine eyes could see.
Then came one night when one brief sentence fell
through all the citadels I built so strong,
and where my failing breath could scarcely dwell,
I felt a strength that bore my soul along;
till, looking back, the furrows seemed to shine:
My feet were mine—the strength that bore me, Thine.
I hope that still, within my free heart, Lives,
A secret fire that cannot be defiled.
I’m just a man, who sins, trips, oft forgives...
Filed in a drawer, my Soul’s a little child...
Who knows that I will never Perfect be.
Yet, there’s a sublimation of all that,
In exercising all the wit I see,
But after, I lie, panting, on the mat...
This whole confusion’s all illusion, really!
Contusions upon cuts can’t win the fight!
And polishing a clod is worse than silly,
So… WHY? Because, by GOD, we have the right!
To seek within, a Sacred, Humble Spark,
That ever, and anon, puts out the Dark.
Be sure to be content in God
have no envy for the sinful lost
for their judgement will surely come
then their sin will surely be cost
True wisdom is to fear the Lord
continually and fully all the day
live reverently under His hand
learning to obey all He does say
This is a sure and certain future
for God's promises are forever true
His way for His own are always good
such is our assurance for God to do
The Lord gives us HIs divine blessings
for a sure and a truly certain hope
this from everlasting to everlasting
always hanging on to heaven's rope
This heavenly hope is divinely sent
coming down from Lord's gracious hand
trust Him fully for each and every day
till we cross Jordan onto Canaan's land
(Let not your heart envy sinners,
but continue in the fear of the Lord all the day.
Surely there is a future,
and your hope will not be cut off.)
Proverbs 23: 17,18 (esv)
Spiraling down the old forsaken road,
Oh, the dirt—the burdensome load!
Can I not drift, afloat on a boat?
This despair, a weight I never sought.
Mind awake with dreams unfulfilled,
Hope decays with each passing beat.
Noises loud, yet silence lingers—
Does this path lead to eternal defeat?
Life walks hand in hand with the night,
Does spring not spread its golden light?
The sun stands high, yet shadows reign.
Must I trudge on with a heart so tight?
Lead me, I pray, O spirits divine,
From the wicked ways of mortal design.
Lest with impurity my fate be cast,
Refine my soul—pure, free, and vast.