Lamentations alone cannot stop
the bleeding of the land at the ankles,
nor stop the tears of Deluge
Grief matters little in a prophesied
pogrom, for a general death is
not reckoned with evil —
And prophecies shall remain with rain
forty days and forty nights;
And the empty trenches of Desert
shall be filled, her sands mired
upon the gluey spittle of the rains;
Even oases shall puke their water
upon broken rocks —Desert treasures.
When the sun lies in witness to this
history, with ancestral brown drums
saluting yonder,
lamentations shall be futile.
Well Daniel had the lions den
And David had his sling
Daniel prayed and prophesied
And David became a king
God cares for us all
No matter what we do
If we only love him
He Will love us too
Mary had a heart for God
Ruth had loyalty
Mary became Jesus mom
Ruth became redeemed
Yess God cares for us all
No matter what we do
If we will only love him
He Will love us too
Be a hero just like Daniel
Be brave like king David
Use lions for your pillows
Sling a stone at that giant's head
Carry the light like Mary
Lay down hum-ba-lee
At the feet of the one
who our soul redeemed
Judge Deborah led the army
Hilda gave degrees
Philip's daughters prophecied
And maidens will dream dreams
So many heros in the Word
To inspire me
The greatest hero of them all
Died on Calvary
Be a hero like Deborah
Don't sit there silently
After Jesus gave his life
Our lives to redeem
The debt we owed for our sin
Has been paid in blood
Now God sees us equally
And equally He loves
Yess God loves ...
So be a hero..
Oh yess God loves
God ...is.... love
The woman was a prophet,
though many forgot it.
She read the fates for others,
she helped many lovers.
Never once did she look into her own soul,
she never tried to find what would make her whole.
But one day, she wished on a star—
that she could find a love that would go far.
A man with a long beard prophesied his fate,
said he would meet someone great,
who orbits the same star
and would understand him—till they fell apart.
His life was a crowded place—
full of strangers who had promised to stay.
The man forgot his roots, forgot where he came from.
His fate, too, was read by another—who failed.
It is prophesied that
“Wisdom dwells
In contemplation;
There we must seek her...”
After contemplating a lesson I heard,
I now realize that there is something
That may be called Churchtianiry, and
There is what is known as Christianity:-
Now the first has its focus on what’s called
DINO;
While the other has its focus on what is known as
SHBISTO:-
Acoustically Speaking:
Disciple
In
Name
Only…
&
Serving
Him
Being
In
Service
To
Others…
The DINO’s emphasis is on those who are;
The SHBISTO emphasis is on whose they are:-
Contemplatively:
Be not who you and others think you ought to be;
Rather, be who and whose you know you are:
We are here to love as He loved us as His friends;
We are not here to be in love with only that name
We think we are:
Following the crucifixion and the resurrection, the 12
Had to become whose they were:-
anxiety wrapped around my neck
and hands struggling to free myself
lying on my bed close to the edge
i was struggling to keep my breathe
in the velvet sheets,
where cries turned into moans
and with a single kiss,
i was brought back from the hell
swing of a pendulum speaks to me
in its back and forth motion
it prophesied to be prepared
storm will make landfall again
It is prophesied that
“Wisdom dwells
In contemplation;
There we must seek her...”
After contemplating a lesson I heard,
I now realize that there is something
That may be called Churchtianiry, and
There is what is known as Christianity:-
Now the first has its focus on what’s called
DINO;
While the other has its focus on what is known as
SHBISTO:-
Acoustically Speaking:
Disciple
In
Name
Only…
Serving
Him
Being
In
Service
To
Others…
The DINO’s emphasis is on those who are;
The SHBISTO emphasis is on whose they are:-
Contemplatively:
Be not who you and others think you ought to be;
Rather, be who and whose you know you are:
We are here to love as He loved us as His friends;
We are not here to be in love with only that name
We think we are:
Following the crucifixion and the resurrection, the 12
Had to become whose:-
The question hung, a silent weight,
"Is God a truth, or sealed by fate?"
A whispered doubt, a searching gaze,
Lost in life's intricate maze.
Then came a shift, a jarring sound,
As unseen forces spun around.
An election's tide, a nation's sway,
And words that echoed, day by day.
A voice arose, with fervent claim,
Foretelling outcomes, like a burning flame.
Events unfolded, stark and clear,
Dispelling shadows, calming fear.
The prophesied, it came to pass,
A mirror held to time's swift glass.
And in that alignment, strange and deep,
A fragile faith began to leap.
"If futures known can be declared,"
The questioning spirit softly shared,
"Then surely realms beyond our sight,
Hold wisdom, truth, and guiding light."
The prophet's voice, a bridge it seemed,
Between the seen and what was dreamed.
A knowledge whispered, years before,
Opened a newly found belief's door.
So in the unfolding, stark and bold,
A personal story starts to unfold.
The question lingered, now takes flight,
"For how could prophets know what's right?"
And in that wonder, faith takes hold,
A story whispered, to be told.
The Holy Land neath hammer blows -
is this what Jesus prophesied:
when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes
the sightless see a suicide;
when thousands fall like dominoes
the blind deny it’s homicide;
when women fry in thermal throes
the gents reject it’s femicide
when rockets slaughter embryos
the fools forget it’s feticide
when children die and decompose
the dullards doubt infanticide;
when bodies burn with afterglows
no one concedes it’s genocide.
Whichever way the west wind blows
leaves morals dangling, crucified…
Polaris, Star of Ursa Minor
among her suns, you are chief shiner.
Commonly known as Pole or North Star
you guide navigators from afar.
Can you also lead and guide me
as She who led the Magi Three
to the Desire of all Ages
prophesied of by many sages.
Polaris, famous as the North Star
what a fit metaphor you are
of Jesus, the “Bright and Morning Star”
who leads and guides men from afar.
Fellow travelers, life’s wayfarers
Don’t be detoured by naysayers.
Jesus is the true Polaris,
He is the guide to get to know.
Water! Water! The entire landscape submerged
Grave silence! Except the torrents swift and huge
Intimidating sights, plains and valleys merged
Rushing above the tops of roofs with a surge
Clergymen discoursed it the Almighty's curse
The end of epoch, predictors prophesied
Scientists explained it an eco inverse
Country folk acknowledged it ill-fate and cried
Swept by it the colonies of little birds
Corpses drained by the rapid gush of water
Crashed , ruinous, inexplicable for words
Haphazard the course of life by its slaughter
Debris and uprooted trees drained by the flows
Disfigured the pretty landscape of lush green
Distressing sights remained as heart rending woes
Destruction with all its diabolic spleen
Life becomes an endless and relentless fight.
By mingling, can't we make an adaptation?
Western and Indians' viewpoints may be right
But harming nature leads to degradation
Place : 2nd
Counted among the congregants, the geese
flying by, two by two, at sunrise. Guitar
combines nicely with a heavenly voice.
Behind me the couple makes the Spirit flow.
Their voices, too, intertwined like Ivy.
Blessings and more blessings!
We arrive home to a ruckus in the bush.
A red cardinal has my undivided attention.
Perhaps, Mom is paying a visit.
I like to think so.
Blessings and more blessings!
Tears in sunrise glow. I sang of the Savior.
He washed me white as snow, as they drove
nails through his hands and feet. He healed me.
We sing of an angel on a stone, declaring,
“He is not here! He has risen!”
If you only understood, friend, he made a way
where there was no way, and all through
the Holy Scriptures it prophesied
what Jesus would do. What more…
what more do we need. We need only believe.
Blessings and more blessings!
Bless you, dear ones!
Bilocation – 2-11-24
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Bilocation
Love
Slips through labyrinths of tangled spirits
Complexities and conundrums of misdirection
Released by prophecy,
Like clairvoyant fingers of misty sunshine
in two planes
sharing one minute.
Love reaches beyond boundaries of fluttering flesh -
A bridge point of lyric pointillism
With the rhythmic respirations of one breath
Inhaled,
Exhaled,
In poetic unison.
Love exists
Beyond mortality of bone and sinew,
Not begging for crumbs
At the prophesied banquet
The festival
That rains clear jubilees
On every exuberant heart
Reveling in its ecumenical caress
Wrapping cells, bound in time,
With never aging,
Time released,
Pulsing plasmas.
Love dissolves membranes
In transdermal hands of blessing
Showering polka dots of zest
On the skin of souls
Transfusing showers of tenderness,
Ardor
And affection
Into ever borning present – never past –
Seeds
Planted like ephemeral timeless sunlight
Without minutes
Or astral lines
Love
Leaves permanent footprints
All at once
And
Everywhere.
With factories and private jets, the elite
produces 100, 000 times more carbon
than you or I. (It has gone up to .04 from .03 ppm.
Yet, we are the ones lectured in scare, tactic.
Tell me something. Do you see the Davosites
eating bugs and car-pooling?
Do you see them eating filet mignon and travelling
in a style harmful to the Planet?
Extravagance is not conservation.
It is the opposite.
They are enslaving you with pretty notions
and hypocrisy.
"Israel will be compassed about with armies"
...Iran, Turkey, Sudan, Russia, Lebanon, Syria...
Psalms 83, Ezekial 38.
"Wonder what is on tv tonight?"
(and you haven't even flipped through the Bible
to see if it was prophesied)C
(I know it's not as riveting as a cookoff or American Idols.)
One third of the population will perish from their coming war and deeds. That is 2.6 BILLION WITH A "B"
AL...
IF 'HE' HADN'T COME AND BORE HIS CROSS...I COULDN'T BARE MINE. AMEN.
Many concerns are on my plate
so many worries…tranquility escapes
I look to the right and to the left
but only find more troubling depth
In this vacant alley…I feel lost
like there is no end…just cost
Then, in a fragrant whisp, I’m reminded…
of a road, and barn…to which it winded
Light glows…from a heavenly candle
that slowly moves across…midnight’s mantle
My soul’s eye…follows its course
‘til it halts, beaming as a guiding source
From an ass…a tended virgin alights…
large with child…the hay a blessed site
A cry comes forth…awakening the world
for A Child is Born… a prophesied hurl
And as shepherds and magi rush to the scene
my shoulder’s yoke morphs…a peace…serene
The Joy of the Season which I had evaded
now enters my heart and I am elated
I hear a choir…of the heofon kind
announcing the Savior…of all mankind
Though my troubles are still yet the same…
hope, glistens horizon…Alleluia, Christ came!
Is 7:14, 9:6, Matt 11: 28-30, Lk 2:8-20
©jmsbell-12/05/22
The truth will be revealed when we wish to see it
How can we ignore what once was prophesied
Even of events are still to be fulfilled in the future
Christmas birth is now commercialised as in past
How the temple was so full of unclean offerings
Remember that it is the death of this child, which
Is of significance for this what's the prophesies
Salvation promised because of Christ's sacrifice
The manger and the tomb, which are now empty
Messiah prophecy is now fulfilled, so will the end
Are you prepared for the true Bi millennium soon
So, seeking this perfect gift is freely given to all
God incarnate through a child who was promised
In fullness is the reconciliation between us both
For through Christ's sacrifice, we're fully accepted
The future it's known we can not change this ever
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