Kingdom Come
East, South, North and West
Rhythm of the shores to the oceans
Tomorrow unseen
Today the preparation
Biblical pages into scriptures turning and turning
Thirst in the lesson
Hungry in thought
Wonder and mysterious
Soulful promise
Blessings that surround
Masterpiece into excellence
Ultimate Rise
Willing and fulfilling
Establishment of Faith
Dancing to the skies of Miracles
Heaven’s watch and Soul’s renewed
A Cross that started all
Redemption granted
Deliverance step by step
Dancing beyond measure
Spiritual bound
Thy Kingdom Come.
Did anyone read what God said to Adam in the garden dont eat from the tree of knowledge, of good and evil.
The enemy knows our weakness before we know God strength,
God didn't say dont eat from the tree of knowledge, of evil and good
As evil now suppresses good
TRUTH
Truth’s smoke rising
Ashes of lies left behind:
Awareness revealed:-
A polar bear, rolling in the snow.'
A platypus turning jn a stream i know.'
Quite polar opposites, but there ya go."
Thunder speaks in riddles
I was never meant to solve.
Maybe silence
is the only language
I was trusted with.
Birds circle overhead
with jeweled arrogance,
their laughter sharp enough
to cut the sky.
I can’t tell if they mock me
or mourn me,
but their wings sound
like pages turning—
as if my story
is already written
and they’re skimming
the last chapter.
I’ve run the race from all my haste
with lungs full of gravel,
asked forgiveness
from shadows that never answered,
left pieces of myself
in places no one visits.
And still the world
refuses to shift,
refuses to notice
the quiet collapse
behind my ribs.
This body—
five feet ten inches
of locked doors
and flickering lights—
feels less like a home
and more like a cave
I was sentenced to inhabit.
Yet the wind keeps pushing.
The birds keep laughing.
The grass keeps falling
at my feet.
Somewhere in all that darkness
is a truth I haven’t touched yet—
a shape moving just beyond
what I’m willing to see.
Spoken biblical words
Prophecy exchange
Motion through time
Redemption shall reign
Transformation from flesh to everlasting
Heavens come down to Earth
Rebirth of hearts
Tongues shall testify
Truth told
Spiritual within
Storms will shout
Skies will open the chatter
World attention
Earthly eyes to look up
Wait upon will arrive
Wonder assured from yonder
Hearts united
Buckle up and be ready
Hold steady
Wisely thought.
Where upon the earth do I acquaint new life?
A Spirit who scampers upon a banshee breeze,
Unsure—anxious thoughts taking aim, rife, unmoored
Focus unsharp—a fog on a mountain freeze—trees
Seek hope, its landing unannounced, high and lofty:
A child, clay-borne, raised by morning’s star,
and bearing the velocity of love
Untainted, untrodden, undaunted, unstifled—
What nurtures freedom in a nature made for freedom
Time clicks; a moment slips, forgotten.
Hallowed, sought, bought, fraught—a chiefdom
Berean, listening without ears of cotton
Whispering, churning, turning, burning—wind
A persiflage ingested as thunder rumbles, grumbles
Persistence, resistance—conscripted in sin
There, a cry for wisdom, yet stuck—fumbled
Who? A father, mother, sister, brother—kin?
Progeny, cacophony—perhaps fools on atolls
All, forgotten tenets in interplanetary space
The medicament—far-reaching, teaching bleeding souls
Contrary to prevailing belief: to show no grace
Yet responsible life-stewards, a virtuous gift extols
Greater, higher—hope, faith, and love proclaim the Ancient Scrolls
Thunderstruck
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By each God-sired newly born thing
Through Love, spirit-active
A blank face, for acknowledgement.
Heart, as unreactive.
Of that o'er grass, of a skied will
Warm blows, invisibly
Do these same now, sensing as much
Bow as bend: " corm ; burst free!"
Save the earth. Obliterate your world.
Begin by ending.
Let the sky-ceiling buckle and split.
You are the first to go.
Scrape the crusted-hard scabs from your skin.
Shred the nerves where the winter enters.
For the earth—which needs no saving—
your worldly heart must stop.
Your flesh feeds the gulls.
White wings. Red beaks.
Stripped clean.
(A child on the pier lowers her hand,
the splintered stick held mid-air.)
The gulls do not look up.
They finish what they started
and leave the bones to the tide.
Winds of Consciousness,
waves of ponderousness.
Particles always whispering,
transparent and yet listening.
Bob Dylan lyricized the wind.
Others have been equally determined.
Through karmic rebirth and purification,
one can transcend in the eightfold revelation.
Always returning to the mortal taste of sentience,
always ascending in awakening self-observance.
Realize we are the cause of our suffering.
Realize how we can be free through our discovery.
Cultivate an attitude of love and kindness,
cultivate awareness of momentary mindfulness.
Envisage wholesomeness, altruism, and selflessness.
envisage empathy, compassion, and fairness.
Speak truthfully with the harmony of rivers.
Speak never with cruelty, hatred, or anger.
Acting with the fragrant, mellifluous breeze.
Acting with loving and unconditional ease.
Awaken to the absorption of the heart.
Awaken to life’s intricate work of art.
Winds of consciousness bring resilience.
Winds of consciousness are the habits
for turning Dharma wheels into enlightenment.
X (formerly Twitter) now reveals the country or region where accounts are based, as part of an effort to improve the integrity of the platform
The Twitter's land swept by emotion
The revelations hit like tide
In what we call mankind’s ocean
It’s just got harder to lie and hide
Such simple step, disclose location
Of mouth shooting nonsense off
Long overdue, stops world’s fixation
On lies, deceit, coercion, scoff
It will go on, of course, forever
Just little less, protecting truth
Manipulations ceasing never
But everyone is now a sleuth
They live in Asia somewhere
Yet post the news as from New York
Inflaming passions, brightest flare
No matter wise man you’re or dork
So, no more Gaza “poor souls”
Who post from London’s noisy bar
Yes, “Texas” girl angst’s full of holes
Wouldn’t spread from Moscow very far
Some ghosts are only making money
Yet others lie, consumed by hate
They’re not benign, amusing, funny
When they impact the others’ fate
Keep down division, fear, defiance
By which the folks are so consumed
Let passions cool, no rocket science
And lift the feel of being doomed
November 25, 2025
The Christian believer is fully blessed
having been called a child of God
knowing you are privileged above all
from the heart, praise to shed abroad
Consider deeply God's love for us
those who have sinned in every way
but yet God still shows us His great love
a perfect love that won't ever go away
This love moves God to redeem
His chosen people to be His very own
which took Jesus, God's son, to Calvary
to shed His own blood, our sin to atone
This redemption takes us even higher
to be with Jesus in His exalted state
as His priests forever in His kingdom
bringing glory to God at heaven's gate
Loved, redeemed and exalted
this is God's blessed picture
to His saints on this earth
revealing God's permanent fixture
("and from Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, and the first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, 6and hath made us kings and priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen. ")
Revelation 1: 5-6 (KJV)
Marvelous Revelation
Beyond my sins.
He paid it all.
He calls us home.
No matter how far we’re lost.
Show me the way.
In the valley it is just a season.
Marvelous Revelation.
A road to eternity.
Blood stained on the cross.
I surrender all.
Even though I’m stubborn.
He still loves each and everyone of us.
He suffered on the rugged cross.
He already knew us even before we were even born.
What a Marvelous Revelation.
A Marvelous Miracle.
He walks with us in the storm.
Melodies through our soul.
I stood on the isle, winds tearing the veil,
When the Lamb broke seals and Time grew pale—
First came the White, a conqueror proud,
With bow unbent and a crown like cloud.
He rides to conquer, not for peace,
His arrows silent, wars never cease.
A mimic of Christ, but cold in deed,
He plants the lie, he sows the seed.
Then Red did thunder with sword in hand,
To tear all peace from every land.
Blood soaked soil, brother and kin,
He feeds the fire of hate within.
The Black came next with crooked scale,
Measuring grain, but hearts grow frail.
A coin for bread, the poor must choose—
To starve with pride or eat and lose.
And last the Pale, like deathless bone,
Hades followed, cold as stone.
Plague and beast and famine near,
He is the end we always fear.
They ride as judgments, sent from God,
To cleanse the earth with iron rod.
Yet still the Lamb, so meek, so bold—
Holds back the wrath, till all is told.
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