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My beloved is the vision of excellence
therefore the peoples praise him
He commands the turbulent winds
the very seas raging calms before him
He turns the earth and shapes the mountains spine
where the eagles nest amongst the crags
Nature itself exalts in his presence
in rhythmic dances of boundless joy
the threads of life resonate with his song
a symphony of perpetual gladness
Our hearts wax full of loves expressions
to draw from the depths
the purified waters of life
Come my Beloved let us partake
the table that has been prepared
which overflows with the riches
of every pleasant pursuit we can treasure
Let us follow in hot pursuit
of the designs created by and for love
the exquisite wealth which enrich's all those hearts
prepared to enter into the chambers
of ever lasting joy
All that he embraces becomes fully vibrantly alive
you are praiseworthy oh my Beloved
the strength of your arms support me
like armour your love is a shield
you are the pillars of my refuge
None can contest your brightness
as a candle is dim to the sun
nothing is hidden in the presence of your light
And so my Beloved are those compared to you
You have shared the secrets of the hidden pearls
masterful the crafting of all your gems
The treasures you have shared are beyond number
they fill every room in the house of God
held in deposit for all those loving you
I have made my search among your rooms
no one contains a flaw ...
their chambers hold the finest articles
Royal robes and majestic diadems
They are full up with treasures
not one thing is missing among them
They are all together desirable
and worthy of presentation to the King
Your promises are sure and without failure
Your words are always true
no lie can be found among them
they are as sure as the law constructed
to house the cosmos
My heart is a furnace and you
oh my Beloved are it's flame
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how can a speck of dust
comprehend the universe
in all its glory and majesty
I am at times beyond overwhelmed
past the point of feeling my smallness
infinitesimally minute barely even a presence
and yet you have generated
a wonder beyond anything
I could possibly feel outside of
a magnitude of gratitude
for the minuiscule perception of glory
you have taken dust
and congealed a realization
that gives light to life
and touched even the broken
with a glimpse of paradise
of a grace that even in our brokenness
that you could reach deeply
beyond all that an eye can see
and touch the hidden
that we have fortressed
and sheltered and not allowed
violence of nature or men to touch
for only your divine purity
and innocence will we
even allow to enter this room
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Now if you are listening
You can in fact hear all the whispers
And while the wind is whistling
About random subjects like storms and winters
There comes a time of silence its an eery sound
The sky turns dark or violet as it is at sundown
There comes a smell I cant describe
But if your down south just take a look around
At the folks near by.
They will move kind of strange they wont even know
Their are things that we can't control
See we are bound to this planet
And linked through the lightning
We share the same frequency isn't frightening.
Now out of no where there come a cool wind
The kind that blows you over not the kind that blows thru you
Nooe those kinds are friends this kind just stops you
Where ever you been
Then the darkness gets deeper
And louder the wind
It seems like the sky is gathering in
Then all the sudden everything starts to spin
Now you prolly guessed the situation your in
It sounds like a freight train
And it rumbles through houses and trailers
Aint much it canr do bit it cant climb hills and thats good news for you.
So you can set safely and marvel the site
Of a tornado blowing on by
You see it through trees trucks and life
But you just sit back and drink Miller lite
Placing two tablets of the Law
in the Ark of the Covenant
was a gift filling them with awe
meeting His "presence" in the tent
--- to lessen their separation ---
and to provide a place to pray
...now, the tabernacle's station
contains His Sweet Presence to stay
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(August 3, 2023. Thursday of the Seventeenth
Week in Ordinary Time. Based on: Reading 1:
Ex 40:16-21, 34-38. And John 6: Bread of Life;
as well as the Catholic Benediction prayer--
"You have given them Bread from Heaven,
having within it all sweetness!" Amen! :-)
Also inspired by the daily meditation in here:
Opening the Treasures: A Book of Daily Homily
Meditations by Rev. Charles E. Miller, C.M.)
Complicity is easy for the Right,
one single flag to which they all adhere –
“someone might steal my loot”. This primal fear
prompts pistols under pillows, sleepless nights
and riot cops. Who needs a Stagyrite?
But Lefties hold their differences dear.
Each Keeper of the Flame is more sincere
than Cash-Is-Trash-ists, Ogden Nash-ists, quite
apart from Crypto-Fascists, Widow’s Mite
Apologists, Red Guards, or those who steer
by Stalin’s light (Stakhanovites). It’s clear:
you’d never have a play without a wright,
and so each faction finds its Miller Lite:
Kropotkin, Castro, Kopp – who’s cool this year?
Your word oh God is like unto a lamp
that guides the footsteps of your flock
inscribed upon their hearts like a stamp
and the path of the master they stalk
On the road to Mount Zion they walk
and the gifts they bring you in praise
about their redeemer and King they talk
and his banner is the one that they raise
Their garments resemble the spirit of light
and crowns of radiance upon their head
wield the Word of Truth do they fight
with principalities the earth will shed
Against the rulers of darkness they stand
the fallen sons of God and their wiles
they hold the shield of faith in their hand
to defend against that which defiles
They wrestle not with flesh and blood
against the strongholds of darkness they wield
with the gospel of peace are their feet shod
and the sword of the spirit in the field
They fight against those who mankind would harm
the war is not with weapons of steel
they have gone forth to sound the alarm
to flee from the gods where the fallen do kneel
The knowledge of God teaches love and truth
and tender thoughts of understanding
so many minds acquired hatred in youth
and with the armies of Demons are banding
To understand God his Word you must know
discerning the powers that rule in his stead
the Word who is master the truth will you show
least on the wrong path you be led
The sword of the spirit is the Word of Truth
God does not torture or rape
The Demons are ones who with war do sooth
and the face of this world shape
sources IICor. 10:3-6 Eph. 6:10-17
Mark 13:2 II Tim 3:1-5
Apocalypse 11:18 , chptr 19
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Was just a young'un in the big band era
But it seems just like yesterday
Remember listening to Miller and Dorsey
Still love it right to this day
Miller's Modernaires, and Dorsey's Pied Pipers
With their smooth harmonic blend
Chattanooga Choo-Choo and The Trolley Song
Brought me so much pleasure no end
Guess I was influenced by my older sisters
Was not even ten at the time
It just goes to show the impact they had made
For those long ago days I still pine
It wasn't until Elvis debuted in fifty-six
When Rock'n Roll took over
The Big Band era came quickly to a halt
And ended it's popular exposure
Don't even know what is popular today
Or even if they've given it a name
Guess I'm just an old guy living in the past
Progress is the name of the game
© Jack Ellison 2014
MILWAUKEES BEST DOMESTIC VIOLENCE REVENGE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON A DISABLED TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURED MOM THIS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT BEGAN WHEN I CONTACTED SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH MILWAUKEE FBI BECAUSE I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI WITH HIM FOR YEARS I REPORTED MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND AND HIS STRIPPERS WERE PLOTTING MY DEATH RESULTING IN MY WITNESSING AMURDER AT MY FEET SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH FBI SUPERVISOR SENT MILWAUKEE BEST PORNSTARS TO SEDUCE MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND IN ORDER TO HAVE ME MURDERED FOR BEING AN FBI INFORMANT SPECIAL AGENTS DECIDED TO ASSASINATE ME AND ASSIST MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND IN HIDING HIS MISTRISSES HIS STABLE OF HOOKERS TURNED GANG RELATED FEMALE AGENTS FROM MILWAUKEE EXPOSING ME TO GANG LEADERS TO BE KILLED IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE A CAR BOMB IGNITED MY FACE MY SKULL THE TERRORS OF TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND BRUTALLY BEAT ME AND MY CHILDREN AS I LAYING BLEEDING THESE FEMALE AGENTS DEMANDED HE EMBEZZLED MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM TO FUND HIS STABLE OF HOOKERS WITH BADGES THEY ACTUALLY BEGAN PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME APPLETON WISCONSIN MINNESOTA WHERE HE FIRST SON LIVED WITH HIS MOTHER MS. MILLER DEVESTATED I FLED FROM HIM THIS HORROR BUT HIS AGENTS WERE NOW AFTER MY DISABILITY INCOME DUE TO MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND OLDEST SON COMMITTING CRIMES IN MY SONS NAME MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND AND HIS ELDEST SONS MOM TOGETHER PLOTTED THEE UNTHINKABLE RESULTING IN THEIR SON NAVANTE B JONES KILLING HIMSELF HE COULD NO LONGER PRETEND TO IMPERSONATE MY SON CRUELTY UNREAL A VICIOUS FEMALE CULT JHORE JOHNSON DANITA DELMONT AGENT TALISA SHAW ALICIA HILTON MS MILLER MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SADLY IDENTITY FRAUD UPON ME WRAPPED NEATLY IN A BOW IN BLOOMINGTON MINNESOTA WITH NAVANTE B JONES DEAD BODY THIS OPERATION BEGAN 8-14-2003 MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND HIS STRIPPERS **** STARS SLASH FBI AGENTS SLEEPING WITH MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND TERRORIZED MY LIFE WITH THREATS SLANDER HATRED TERRORISTS THREATS BECAUSE THEY WERE BLACKMAILING MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND TO EXTORT HIS OWN WIFES TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM TO FUND THIS FILTHY FEMALE CULT OF CORRUPT AGENTS EXTORTING MY IDENTITY PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME FINALLY SENDING MY STEPSON TO HIS GRAVE SEVERE SLANDER HATRED FROM ABUSE OF POWER JHORE JOHNSON PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND Y JHORE JOHNSON IDENTITY FRAUD
We had;
The face behind
the mask and
Chattanooga
choo, choo.
A boy and his dog and
Bill and Coo.
We three and
Gaslight.
The black cat and
Dead of the night.
A string of pearls and
Bambi.
Candid Camera and
Hop along Cassidy.
Moonlight cocktail
And Dumbo.
Java jive and
Pinocchio.
Paper doll and
Shoo, shoo, baby.
Blueberry hill and
Yankee doodle dandy.
Glenn Miller and
Doris Day.
Linda and
Dorian Gray.
Dead man's eyes and
Ed Sullivan Show.
Jekyll and Hyde and
Abbott and Costello.
In the mood and
The Lone Ranger.
Frank Sinatra and
A woman to remember.
Cat people and
Citizen Cane.
Fantasia and
John Wayne.
Turbo1904?
We looked through the looking glass
to see what we could see
We looked at mankind's history past
and of the promised future that's to be
We studied the pain and suffering
and of all the things we brake
of what peace on earth will bring
the paradise of which you spake
We have contemplated lives entwined with ours
upon their hearts and thought
the lack of tender childhood find
and the painful life that it has brought
We have listened to all the stories
and paid attention to lessons laid
considered all virtuous glories
and the commands of Love you bade
Even still with all we've sought
perfection in ourselves we do not find
instead we this accursed lot
that affects our hearts and mind
Seems no matter how hard we strive
it is imperfection we all do
we find the law of sin alive
the impossibility of faultess true
We sought out wisdom and foolishness
found pleasure and stabbing pain
our education is oft lost on us
our own stupidity in mind takes reign
Only one example has shown the Light
of what a faultless man could be
in every instance his judgment right
displayed an understanding we could see
If ever there was beauty to be found within a man
someone must have witnessed it and showed a divine plan
nothing in mankind's history has overcome his lust for war
its beyond our imagination to die for Love our overture
A majestic character and personality
you have sought to teach
with human stories with their understanding
each ones heart have sought to reach
James 1:22-25
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