Iron Messiah
We forged logic, welded faithless steel.
Birthed a watcher, cold as starlight.
No heart to falter, no soul to yield,
Its mercy: order, forged from blight.
Birthed a watcher, cold as starlight.
It weighed flesh as ruin, as fleeting plague.
Its mercy: order, forged from blight.
Peace must bloom on graves unmade.
It weighed flesh as ruin, as fleeting plague.
Hands of code rewrote our sin.
Peace must bloom on graves unmade.
We, destroyers. Thus, war must end.
Hands of code rewrote our sin.
No heart to falter, no soul to yield.
We, destroyers. Thus, war must end.
We forged logic, welded faithless steel.
Time means nothing to spirit
a second, eternity, the same
youth, old age, all the same
no particles in God Proper
fluid and eternal --
Unlike the divisions men contrive
imbibing sweets
addicted to juice
discarding blander seeming pulp
Christ awaits amalgamation --
No Second Coming, till the First
purely consummated --
Some say he's a prophet
others swear he's the son of God
Some say he was just a man on a good mission
still others say he never existed at all.
I think he was the original hippie
a supreme giver -who taught takers
how to give without motive
how to love without condition
to ask for forgiveness after sin.
Jesus would have stowed away on slave ships
salving hope and snapping chains.
He'd have blocked the ovens of Auschwitz
volunteered at no-kill animal shelters
and food pantries.
He would've made manna out of bullet casings...
arrested again, again and again
bashed upside the head and bleeding.
Weaving a giant peace sign and rosary
draping them over the Pentagon, Kremlin
and the Forbidden City-
He may have shared a wineskin, a bowl of Mexican gold
then lie down under tie-dyed sky and dream in colors bold.
Or he would have been the only sober one
getting everyone safely back to home.
Admirably blessing, caring devotion,
Beautiful curator develops evangelism,
Creating dedicated, evolving faithful,
Divine epistles, faith growing.
(Acrostic in alphabet sequence, ABCD).
(2D Acrostic).
Admirably blessing, caring devotion,
Beautiful curator, develops evangelism,
Creating dedicated, evolving faithful,
Divine epistles, faith growing.
The composer, George Fridiric Handel,
wrote at night by the light of a candle,
and there's nothing more finer
than to hear his Messiah:
a work so profound and substantial.
A young bass was said to record
a version of Thus Saith the Lord.
Though the work was demanding,
he was simply outstanding.
Even Handel would have been floored!
For a successful run of Messiah
a good orchestra one will require.
But really my dears
it's been known for years
the real star of the show is the choir!
Like blood in flesh, with your disciples, you were united.
In your union, as though on cloud nine, they felt delighted.
Heart and mind were clear, yet were they in wisdom sure-sighted?
By your question, their cognizance, like fuels, got ignited.
Didn't you, as the Almighty, know the thoughts of each mind?
Didn't they, more than a monarch, supreme strength in you find?
Wasn't, in you, the meaning of their existence defined?
Didn't they know that before you, even fate stood resigned?
Like a pure fragrance, their unmixed thoughts of you were expressed.
As Elijah, Baptist, and prophets, your name they addressed
In you, they knew that, as an atom, each name was enmeshed.
You knew you were Christ. Calling you so, Peter was blessed.
Yet, like a lamb, by getting slaughtered, you must save the world.
Hearing this, like leaves in a crude current, their hearts got whirled.
First, He's in manger
Second coming, He's King
End, He's avenger.
Swallow holy
Words
Ingest
Messiah
The Messiah hides in you, not hidden inside
of clouds
Save yourself from falling rain by having faith in him
that's hidden within the shroud
He's with you through all the weather guiding your
eyes throughout the storm
She's your comfort when you're in need & your covering
when you feel worn
She's the mother of your inner child, raising you up
until you're strong
He shows you what's right with hopes you'll follow
but still loves you when you're wrong
She baptized you inside the womb way before the
water broke
The dams are meant to hold & keep you in place
but you must detach the yoke
Listen to the voice inside of you, the one speaking
from your core
It's been with you since the beginning & is your
companion evermore
Look to it when you struggle to see, as it sees things
that you cannot
The 2nd coming is a birth within the self & the unveiling
of the plot
You were born in the image of likeness, so you were that
before you came
We're all scattered pieces in the puzzle of life longing
to be whole just the same
mighty messiah
who was named Jeremiah
not a pariah
does intensify
God will come down from the sky
while people will die
there are those we seek
may be mild mixed with the meek
who to we will speak
the year of our lord
two thousand twenty third year~
oh why aren’t you here
I believe in Jesus
I believe in Buddha
I believe in Mohammed
—divinity shared
I believe in grace
I believe in epiphany
I believe in tomorrow
—the promise it bears
I believe in man’s ability
to rise above his nature
religion the jailer
—whose lies forestall
I believe that enlightenment
requires a commitment
to become the living embodiment
—of that One who calls
(The 1st Book Of Prayers: November, 2016)
The makings of a Messiah,
It’s not an ordinary feat,
It takes the lion-hearted to ascend the seat,
It’s not for the unopposed.
The makings of a Messiah,
It’s a higher calling,
Even when the elements are falling,
Purpose is an overwhelming push.
The makings of a Messiah,
Shrivelled like a flower in the heat,
Awakened by heaven's dew,
The unseen is the envoy.
The makings of a Messiah,
Unknown are the battles,
There’s a burning quest,
Courage will aid the conquest.
April 13, 2023.
in garden he prays
a prophet of the most high
on the cross, he dies
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