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EASTER
Almost 2,000 years ago,
Christ gave His life for us.
First Corinthians eleven:
twenty three-twenty six … trust.
Only one celebration, Christ
commanded us to keep.
Anniversary of His DEATH, night on
Nisan14th said … "keep!”
Christ Memorial is yearly,
on Passover night fell.
Nisan14th, is April 4th,
this date … everyone tell.
GOD so loved the world HE sent HIS
only begotten SON
Scripture in John three: sixteen, proves
not God, Christ was … sent one.
Must follow first century pattern,
observe Christ sacrifice.
Christ as High Priest sacrificed self,
paid God … ransom blood price,
Christ’s memorial’s once a year, one
night commanded to keep.
Easter’s, pagan celebration.
it’s ancient roots … run deep.
Easters from pagan Eostre
fertility goddess.
Honest Christians ask why churches,
involved … in pagan mess?
March 30, 2023
?Easter Poetry Contest
Sponser: Regina McIntosh
1st Corinthians 11: 23-26 “that the Lord Jesus on the night”
... "Keep doing this … in remembrance of me.”
He died today
He died today, for both you and me
keeping intact his righteous human dignity
Died like a criminal he was hated and despised
With divine love for you, do you even realize?
He died today, not because he did something wrong
but to save you and me, now to him we belong
When someone dies for you, how do you feel?
Do you even understand it, to you is it real?
He died today, because he chose to do God's will
Without his sacrifice, we'd all be slaves to sin still
Because of his altruistic, self-sacrificing love
We can be forgiven, by our heavenly Father above
He died today, after sunset, it was the Passover of Nisan 14
after sundown tonight, we remember the events in between
He had his last supper in company with his faithful friends
then his enemy betrayed him, his life would soon end
He died today, bruised and battered but he was innocent
he was a perfect man, a ransom for us, that was heaven sent
We cannot forget the great love that to us was shown
We now live in eternal gratitude, our very life we disown.
John Derek Hamilton
March 23,2016
Woe betide humankind as it marches on technology.
We had the evil machinations of war,
Of death unleashed from mouths of guns,
And man-made thunder from above,
Laying waste to home and life and limb.
I've heard of evil spawned
From unreined despotic rule,
Of genocide and how it was designed
To wipe out David's Star.
How gas and gun were by decree
Used to grind a people to the dust.
I see evil in the machinations of men
Conniving to cheat and steal.
But it was not Zyklon of the Holocaust,
Or Sarin and Phosgene
That caused a tragedy
Of scale that was unforeseen.
As men stirred from a restful sleep,
As men went about their work,
As children prepared for school,
As wives stirred their morning pots,
A vaporous miasma was spewed from vents
An insidious evil that soon spread
With sinister intent.
No warning or time was given
As laboring lungs gasped out
Their last precious breath
To be overwhelmed by noxious gas.
They fell like flies upon the streets,
In bed, at work,
At crossings of the rail,
At termini of bus and train,
Their destinations changed
With pitstops of Hell
Before Mercy conveyed them
To their individual definitions of Afterlife.
The Passover in ancient times
Had intent and divine decree
And spared the chosen.
But this?
They said it was an accident
Of neglect,
Corporate cost cutting,
Greed for more and more.
Third December Eighty Four
Was when evil came knocking-
Methyl Iso Cyanate or MIC was its name,
And left its mark forever.
Bhopal, I had cried for thee!
~ 27 Jun 2016~
Based on the Bhopal Gas Tragedy
Poway, California~Passover Heartbreak
4/27/2019
I spent most yesterday in agony.
Thinking of the hideous attack in Poway.
A wonderful spring morning, Jews quietly
intent to complete this last day of
Passover at their synagogue
How did they know, it would be a day full
of fears, tears and lament.
And, outstanding human compassion.
America needs to fully understand, you
cannot stop a madman with a gun with
words.
You, yourself, your husband and children may all perish!
As you were brainwashed into thinking
owning a gun is an evil thing.
When lives are on the line, you may
die, don't you get it?
Thank God a Border Patrol agent was at
the Tree of Life Service!
Thank God even more so, he had a gun,
Was able to take on the shooter who
ran like a coward.
The Rabbi, shot in his hand, had to have
fingers amputated,
To which a woman responded to me,
" That's no big thing! "
Is this what America has really shrunk
down to..so heartless and cold?
Many of you up in years understand
clearly, this is statement brazenly bold.
A Chabad woman with no gun, bravely
stood in front of the Rabbi to save his life.
It cost this outstanding woman her very
own life.
Which of us would perform such an act?
A deed so spiritual with so huge an impact?
The killer is detained, we all feel safe?
We forgot Sri Lanka, a week ago?
Of course, we did!
Christians and Jews are all in danger.
America needs to rise up and defend its
own schools, churches, synagogues and
homes and peoples.
The lesson from the Third Reich and
Hitler hauntingly remains....
The guns from the Jews were all taken.
Once the government owns all guns, we
are all forsaken.
The Holocaust ensued, millions perished.
Who thinks "Never Again"is impossible,
Better think again.
With heartfelt sympathy to the Jewish
community in Israel and the Diaspora.
Panagiota Romios
4/28/2019
6:00am PST
Moses was set adrift on the Nile in bulrushes,
The freedom fighter had encounters with God,
And trembled at the sight of the burning bushes
Mountains quake, earth trembles, heaven is a flood.
With rain, thunder peals, and the lightning flashes,
Exodus begins with the terrors of Gods wrath,
The storm in converse, moving to battle marches
End the endless servitudes that deny good health.
God is a deliverer, the most daring commander,
Write the laws for generations to understand.
Hear children crying from far, and draws nearer
In the clouds going by crossing the burning sand.
Echoes of the storm warning through retribution,
After enduring advice with death and curse strife,
The end of grief made the brief choice of freedom,
A Passover for angels to hand out generous relief.
Ten terrible plagues did not cleanse their mild faith,
Only approves of pride where arduous sin survives,
Stubborn and steep, the rank street stank with death,
Sweeping aside the familiar and magical voices.
Exodus, going out of one mess into another wilderness,
To Mount Sinai, memories made the hardship escape,
When tabernacle blesses, holy war rebellion possesses
The ten commandments people’s mind could not keep.
Troops scattering and stumbling off their feet,
Fall upon civil heaps into the deep trampling waves,
Pharaoh’s host would lie silent forever in defeat,
Piled up at the bottom of the trackless seas.
Turn of events snatch away the cruel margin of duty,
Rest for the weary, in the land Moses never knew,
The wandering warriors finished foreign captivity
And after forty years the pleasant land was in view.
Conclusion, salvation is Gods promise blessing
Hope for the future that our offspring may inherit,
Egypt was left empty, the perils of a world becoming
A weaker state of humanity than Eden exhibit.
-A song from the short skit I wrote for this Passover-
You can say that I’m weak
You can say that you’re strong
You can mock or oppose me
But you can not stop my song
You can not stop my song
You can say that I’m wrong
It won’t matter to me
Though you choose to deny it
Soon sweet freedom shall be
Soon sweet freedom shall be
And right now the hardship surrounds me
And yes, I’m a slave now I see
But though I can not see the future
I know someday I’ll be free!
I’ll hold onto my hope
I won’t listen to you
Though you say hope is foolish
I know hopes can come true
I know hopes will come true
And right now the hardship surrounds me
And yes, I’m a slave now, I see
But though I can not see the future
I know someday I’ll be free!
I’ll remember Yehovah who loved me
And for Him I will patiently wait
I will run and not grow weary
I will walk and not grow faint
I’ll remember the promise He made us
I will patiently wait for the day
When at last He will lift us from bondage
And until then I’ll say
And right now the hardship surrounds me
And yes, I’m a slave now, I see
But though I can not see the future
I know someday I’ll be free!
Yes, I know
Someday I’ll be
Free!
635.
Meditation on the 5th Joyful Mystery:
The Finding of Jesus in the Temple
At the age of 12, Jesus went to Jerusalem with His parents together
(For the Feast of the Passover)
After the event, Jesus remained in Jerusalem
(Mary & Joseph realized their son was no longer with them)
This is the 5th Joyful Mystery – The Finding of Jesus in the Temple
The worried couple searched for their lost son
(For three days, their child was gone)
Until they found Him in the temple among men of learning
(And Jesus told his parents He must be in His Father's dwelling)
The fruit of this mystery – Joy in Finding Jesus
Oh God who had made Jesus an object worthy of seeking
(Seek Him like a treasure, a food, a dwelling)
The God who returned His Son back to Him
(So we also return to His heavenly realm)
As “The Finding of Jesus in the Temple” had shown “Joy in Finding Jesus”
Lord God, like in “The Finding of Jesus in the Temple”, we want to find Thy Son
(So precious because He is Thy Only Begotten One)
Like Jesus Christ, find us when we are lost
(And bring us back unto Thy heavenly host)
Praise God! We realized “Joy in Finding Jesus” through the 5th Joyful Mystery.
-04/05/2019
*Meditations on the Mysteries of the Holy Rosary
My friend, do you know me?
I am a Pharisee
No, not per the dictionary
Which mischaracterizes my beliefs and me
For while he keeps the tradition, it's true
A Pharisee's an ever-evolving Jew
He delves deep into the Talmud to learn the ways
to deal with the problems of the world today
Thanks to the Pharisees a Jewish-Israeli farmer
can halakhically* 'Sabbath-milk' a cow in its barn, or
devotedly observe Passover or Yom Kippur
be he in the jungle, outer space, or Kuala Lumpur
What's more, be it abortion, euthanasia or homosexuality
the Talmud treats current issues of controversiality --
A Pharisee views the times in light of the Talmud, you see
~ differentiating his faith from Hebraic-Christianity**
________________________________________________
* halakhically = in accordance with Jewish Law, in this case
the laws of the Sabbath
** Practitioners (for a few generations after Jesus Christ)
were known as Hebrew-Christians.
No matter yours truly an atheist,
I consider myself fascinated with my ancestry
x cited regarding: upcoming
Jewish holiday fast approaching
by the bewitching hour which doth hold key
to Chamber Of Secrets to – me
analogous being Sorcerer's Apprentice
as you will read and see,
though impossible mission
to proffer extensive family tree.
Courtesy of Google, this grown man
linkedin with tribes of Zion
indulged curiosity of mine
proudly harkens, (particularly
as he doth accumulate orbitz around the sun)
from Semitic ancestral line
surrounded by Jewish community
(countless years ago,
when we called Penn Valley
our place of residence)
off a street that arches
(like Noah’s bow sprint)
and named Woodbine.
Yet, he knows virtually nothing
about Jewish History
lets inquisitiveness wander
as a descendent from the “Lost Tribes Of Israel”
pondering how his life would be lived
if baptized in customs, faith, and religion
considered one of the oldest codified paradigms.
The first of the High Holy Days
or Yamim Nora'im ("Days of Awe")
celebrated on the first two days of Tishrei
the first day of the seventh month as "Zikhron Teru'ah"
("A memorial with the blowing of horns").
Rosh Hashanah is described as "the day of judgment"
(Yom ha-Din) and "the day of remembrance"
(Yom ha-Zikkaron)
occurs 163 days after the first day of Passover (Pesach)
beginning of Rosh Hashanah
at sundown at the end of 29 Elul.
The evening before Rosh Hashanah day is known
as Erev Rosh Hashanah ("Rosh Hashanah eve").
On Rosh Hashanah day,
religious poems, called piyyuttim,
are added to the regular services.
A special prayer book,
the Mahzor is used
on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.
This sacred day, the horn doth blow to chauffeur
(two precious daughters
now grown and autonomous
didst long since exit and escape
parental basket of deplorables,
where freedon beckoned,
when age of consent attained
exited out front door)
marginally linkedin with historical past
replete with tantalizing lore
where legions of commandments pour
and more relevant than ever
as global tempests roar
atrocity diminishing Hebraic peoples
courtesy incessant pograms and war.
The recipes have dawdled
In their box for nigh a year,
But now they'll get some brand-new stains;
The holiday is here.
It's time to clean and shop and bake -
From scratch, if you are able -
And then to find that special cloth
To decorate the table.
The wine is waiting to be poured,
The napkins folded neatly;
The soup is bubbling on the stove,
The baby napping sweetly.
When evening falls, we'll gather 'round
With family and friends
And read the oft-told story,
Though we know just how it ends.
And then we'll eat the festive meal,
Familiar and delish;
To do it all again next year
Would be my fervent wish.