Within the darkness of the shadows I observed your light and in moments of deep thought I drew you close to me. I felt my heart open and experienced the intimacy of your love. Upon my knee’s I surrendered my life to your beauty of unreachable glory, yet I was aware you were embracing my soul so I would not fall away and be lost in the waters of Angels tears.
Bless be to all who seek the creators love Spirit, and allow yourself be lifted from your entanglement in your eyes so blind to truth. I seek to walk with you to that which awaits us in the closing moments of time, but the opening of Heavens soft touches of eternal knowingness which brings us all together. Luke Le Bree. <3 .
“JESUS’ LAST WORDS, TRANSLATED BY J-JAY SAMUEL DAVIS, WHOSE FACEBOOK SITE (BUT NOT HIS TUMBLR SITE) HAS BEEN QUARANTINED BY FACEBOOK, INC. FOR INAPPROPRIATENESS!” a poem November 28, 2018 [Wednesday!] a.k.a.: “J-Jay, You Bad Boy!”
As Jesus-Christ-sat-on-that-Rock, He told-us-a-thing-or-two:
Like “Eat the food that-your-girlfriend cooks – lap-up her fishy stew!
And listen-to-her-chatter, on-and-on-’til-Break-o’-Day,
For, although-you’re-sure to slumber there, at-least-she-won’t-think-you’re-gay!
If a mangy cat – or a dirty dog – doth stroll up to your side,
Pet and feed – the vile cur – for-a-blessing, it doth ride,
When-you-take-pity – on-a-wayward-soul – and show some kindness there,
It makes life better, for all concerned – and-with-flowers-in your hair,
Sing a song – and dance a jig – and tell a friend you love-um,
For we may not be here again – so-try to-be-real-aw’esome!”
And with that, Good J faded, He vanished in thin air,
Upon The Rock – that He did sit – a flower was laid bare:
It was a flower, as fair as Spring – and-gilded-in-purest-gold;
I bet it had the sweetest smell – if truth be ever told!
And, as I walked – away from there, I heard a pure delight!
“Merry-Christmas-to-ALL, I’m-sure-to-”call,” some cold and lonely night!”
And if you can't complete your self Go and buy yourself a Puppy 😁 That Puppy will teach you all about LOYALITY FRIENSHIP LOVE IS NOT WON, Love is earnt when you complete you first Animals understand, why can't you! Mim x
Cats love boxes Oh, what fun to cat's Creeping around-the-clock playing Crushing paper delights Oh, to be a cat, life is full of adventures My Father one day said to me " one day if you come back from Heaven what do you want to come back as? " That was so easy, Auntie Zelma's … Read More
Jesus Message. My dearest family, I call upon you to love each other as if you were loving me. Sometimes you may have a problem with someone, I ask you to keep loving them because I do and we are family. you need not communicate or be with them but know Love is what holds us together and creates Life , for that is where I am. If you wish to share with a partner be that a wife or husband under my eyes and see yourselves as one , know it becomes the complete you. Never have a partner just so you can have a sexual experience, for this beautiful gift is not for your gratification only but it is for your partners wonder and joy for it places you in oneness and truly binds you as it did Adam and Eve and my love flowed through you as a gift of life and gave new life in many ways, including new born bathed in love. Think of love each day which covers life itself, a persons name . the beauty of all your creations including sharing the creation I have offered you. The day comes when you will feel the fullness of only total beautification of life. I will seek you all with rivers of joyful tears and clouds drawing you into colors of great beauty. I AM.
O loving Jesus , my love, my life, my connection of love to all you hold holy. Blessed by you being with me and all others I share your messages with.. Amen <3 <3 <3 your messenger ,Luke. <3
To all my followers of light who see hurt and suffering among your sisters and brothers, my children. Show them the way to forgivness as I would forgive you. seek to understand there past and it will enlighten you to the problem.
remember the judges of the world who do not accept me could never give justice to my children for they see nothing of life and how love is what it is. You are preparing to be ones who one day will judge angels and those who have hurt my children like yourself. Be the love and have the compassion I have and had for you. If ones treat you badly and refuse to do this walk away from them, do not have to much pride where you are deeply hurt. I myself will walk with you and there hurt they cause and refuse to ask forgivness or be sorry will be judged by myself.
Bless you I AM
Thank you my beautiful God I will take note of what you ask and remain free in your love. <3 <3 <3 Luke.
We thank You oh God for your generosity and kindness, and ask that You hear us in this hour of indecision.
Make us worthy of Your blessing and keep us from further want.
Help us restore our abundance here on earth, so that we may turn more attention to Your divine kingdom. We have worked so hard, and yet there is no end to our lacking. Grant us this wish, and make us worthy of its fulfillment.
You have to be so convinced that God is for you that you don’t fall apart when life is against you. Don’t get bitter when things don’t work out. Don’t live sour because something didn’t happen on your timetable. Don’t lose your passion because the contract didn’t go through. Don’t give up on your dreams because you had a setback. Know, deep down, it’s a setup. Know that God has the final say. He didn’t bring you this far to leave you, and Him being for you is more powerful than the world being against you! Share this with someone you love and be blessed!
Scientific Death of Jesus For the next 60 seconds, set aside whatever You’re doing and take this opportunity! Let’s see if Satan Can stop this. At the age of 33, Jesus was condemned to death. At the time Crucifixion was the “worst” death. Only the worst Criminals were condemned to be crucified. Yet it was Even more dreadful for Jesus, unlike Other criminals condemned to death by Crucifixion Jesus was to be nailed to the Cross by His hands and feet. Each nail Was 6 to 8 inches (ca. 20 cm) long. The nails Were driven into His wrist. Not Into His palms as is commonly Portrayed. There’s a tendon in the wrist that Extends to the shoulder. The Roman guards knew That when the nails were being hammered into the Wrist that tendon would tear and Break, forcing Jesus to use His back Muscles to support himself so that He could Breathe. Both of His feet Were nailed together. Thus, He was forced to Support Himself on the single nail that Impaled His feet to the cross. Jesus could Not support himself with His legs because of the pain So He was forced to alternate between arching His Back then using his legs just to continue to Breathe. Imagine the struggle, the pain, the Suffering, the courage. Jesus endured this Reality for over 3 hours. Yes, Over 3 hours! Can you imagine this kind of Suffering? A few minutes before He died, Jesus stopped bleeding. He was simply pouring water From his wounds. From common images We see wounds to His hands and feet and even the spear wound To His side… But do we realize His wounds Were actually made in his body. A hammer Driving large nails through the wrist, the feet overlapped And an even large nail hammered through the arches, then a Roman guard piercing His side with a spear. But Before the nails and the spear Jesus was whipped and Beaten. The whipping was so severe that it tore the Flesh from His body. The beating so horrific that His Face was torn and his beard ripped from His face. The Crown of thorns cut deeply into His scalp. Most men Would not have survived this torture. He had no more blood To bleed out, only water poured from His Wounds. The human adult body contains about 3.5 liters (just less than a gallon) of blood. Jesus poured all 3.5 Liters of his blood; He had three nails hammered into His Members; a crown of thorns on His head and, beyond That, a Roman soldier who stabbed a spear into His Chest. All these without Mentioning the humiliation He suffered after carrying His own Cross for almost 2 kilometers, while the crowd spat in his Face and threw stones (the cross was almost 30 kg of weight, Only for its higher part, where His hands were Nailed). Jesus had To endure this experience, to open the Gates of Heaven, So that you can have free Access to God. So that your sins Could be “washed” away. All of them, with no exception! Don’t ignore this situation. JESUS CHRIST DIED FOR YOU! He died for you! It Is easy to pass jokes or foolish photos by e-mail, but When it comes to God, sometimes you feel ashamed to forward To others because you are worried of what they may think About you. God Has plans for you, show all your friends what He experienced To save you. Now think about this! May God bless your Life! 60 Seconds with God… For the next 60 Seconds, set aside what you’re doing and take This opportunity! Let’s see if Satan can stop This. All you have to do Is:
1. Simply Pray for the person who sent this message to You:
2. Then, send this Message to people. The more the better.
3. People will Pray for you and you will make that many people pray to God For other people.
4. Take a Moment to appreciate the power of God in your life, for Doing what pleases Him. If you are not Ashamed to do this, please, follow Jesus’ instructions. He said (Matthew 10:32 & 33): “Everyone therefore Who acknowledges me before others, I also will acknowledge before My Father in heaven; but whosoever denies Me before others, I will deny before my Father in heaven.”
What has man done to our Lord
Let us count our blessings of your own home
Be soft, do not let the world harden your soul
Do not allow other’s to make you hate or question your freedom of choice
“JESUS’ RESPONSE TO THE DIRECTIVE BROUGHT BY CERBERUS!” a poem April 22, 2019 (Moon Day)
AP News (Vatican City) Yeah, we got Him The Directive, but-He-didn’t-much-respond, For He was just a-fishing – over on Golden Pond; However, one eye-witness thinks-she heard Him SIGH a bit, When he heard The Latest, from “Satan’s Central Teat!”
(Unofficial Statement?) “Yeah, but this happens every year after Easter time! I’ve been here! I’ve lived here! I-done THE TERRIBLE CRIME, Of trying to shut down The Financial Temple Lords! They-don’t-take-much-notice-of-me, as-they-count-knots-on-dusty-cords, Saying HAIL MARY-s, as an example of what is good; You-know, after-about-100-times, I said: WHO CARES? I would, RATHER JUST GO FISHING! and, NOW! It’s-been-OVER-2000 years, And 2000 times THIS has happened! So, I’ve really-just dried my tears, Being content to-just fish and – sing! And s – r – w my wife – and-be-“a-ding-a-ling,” And smile – and concede – that SATAN-is RIGHT: There’s NO NEED for salvation here! Everyone’s perfectly all right, With The Status Quo – and family affairs!
I like the water – and fresh morning airs, And kissing my lady – where few men will go! And indulging my foot fetish(es), by sucking on her toe! And seeing how things go! For (at this point) I HAVE NO PLAN; I’m just a regular JOE – but (like us ALL) A POWERFUL, SPIRITUAL MAN!”
So, patience is a virtue, and Jesus knows to wait, The WILL of BALANCE – it-is our fate, And, seemingly, at some point? this realm will become undone! Then people might turn – to The Only Begotten Son, To ask for some guidance! But he might just withhold, ‘Cause after 2000 years of being crucified, He’s-become – awfully-bold!
“Save us, Lord; oh, save us! Hosanna in The Highest!” “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before! But-you’re-talking-to-A-SIGH-est!”
“A DIRECTIVE FROM SATAN, THE DAY AFTER EASTER!” a poem, a.k.a.: “So What!” April 22, 2019 (Monday) “A bear-like monster sleeps-outside my door; It has three heads, and I-can hear-it snore! It’s brought me a note, (of course) POST-RESURRECTION; Perhaps I’ll read it! We’re-certain-of-its-direction, Because, after-Easter, notes-from-Satan-from-H – L L, Are-our inspiration – to follow His will! But I AM Jesus! Anyway, here’s-what-it-said! One’s-ALWAYS-sent-The-Day-After, from The Lord of The Dead:”
“Yeah! Yeah! So, Jesus arose! SO WHAT!? Let’s get back to work! School-will-be-in-session; let’s not be no jerk! Produce! and Study! and Anal – yze! Easter is OVER! Clear-the-eggs-from-your-eyes, And get-y’all-focused, to PRODUCE – and DELIVER! Have lust for-any-lover! (I’ve arrows in my quiver!) Do go -back to-your-favorite-bar(s), with-the-firm conviction, That you all need heavy drink, to relieve your affliction, Which is fear – and concern – and desire to prevail! Don’t-forget-about-“track-season!” Run-and-win, without fail! Work, Work – Work, Work – Wo-o-o-o-o-rk – a -way! Make lots of money for taxes! Kiss The I.R.S.’s (you-know-what)! Hoo-ray! Since our fiscal year – is officially underway, And, even-with-a-tax-extension, remember! YOU GOTTA PAY! Also, go to The Doctors – for another – great CHECK; They’ll find something wrong (with you) – Y’-know, what the heck! Buy some pills – Be SAFE and SOUND! And-protect-the-U.S.-with-fences! It’s hallowed ground! And worship a lot; pay big tithes; Get ready – for lots more GREAT HOLY DAYS! (Here’s-a-surprise:) A L L OF-THE HOLIDAYS THAT’S RIGHT, THEY’RE ALL THE SAME, BUT JUST AS EXCITING! REALLY EXCITING! So, do not blame, ME, for You-know – I can’t make all this stuff up?”
This has been your 1st special 2019 directive, Brought-to-you-by: Cerberus, Satan’s bloody-dripping-pup! 🙂 – Woof, woof!
“A TRINITY OF EASTER BONNETS* – FOR THE NEWLY RESURRECTED!?” Easter Sunday: April 21, 2019 [Monday! in Australia!!]
“NO, IT’S NOT!” a poem a.k.a.: “You Mean It’s NOT Halloween? Oh, That’s Why!”
“‘No, it’s-NOT-Halloween!-It’s-EASTER!!’ “Oh, sorry, that-must-be-why, There-hasn’t-been much spooky-candy in-The-Store, as-I’ve-wandered-by, And Dracula’s teeth (generally-a-good-seller) are-half-price-off-on sale, While little Bunny-People-are-out, wig-gl-ing their tail[s]! And The Zombie Crawl’s unusual, for it’s-being done with a cross! Dang! I-really-missed-it-this-year! But it’s-not a total loss!?
Yet, it-explains-a-lot, for, in October, when-I-really-thought-it-was-Easter, I got no eggs-and-one-girl-was-annoyed, when-I-taped-a-tail-on-her-keister, But, eventually, she-dressed as a bunny and shook it pretty well! Dang it! Yeah! I-wonder – if I will go to H – L L – For mixing-up these holidays, in such an-unrighteous-fashion! I’ve missed the candy, and now my dandy costume I-can’t-cash-in!!
So, I-better-get-t’-thinkin’-’bout going to Church, [early] Sunday morning
When Jesus was tri-um-phant, as-a-vampire, without warning! LIVE FOREVER, BUT DON’T BITE TWICE, ‘CAUSE YOU-ONLY-LIVE FOREVER! So-try-and-be-nice!
THEY-say HE-had-some-candy though, when-he-came-out-from-The-Tomb, But no one would approach-eth Him! We’re-so-cautious-from-the-womb, Afraid that we might just-get-“bit,” turned-into-Deathless-” Folk!” They-all-thought-The-Resurrection [Thing] must-be a-media-joke!
Y’-know, just like Mich[ael] Jackson, That Guy could really sing! And-a-a-rou-ound-Hal-lo-ween, He-was-The-Trick-or-Treatin’-King!**
* – or is that Sonnets? ** – King-Of-The-Chew, The Candy Chew, with-Chocolate-Mashes-and-lic-or-ice; And He was real great at parties! One word, Sweetheart: “FOOT-FE-TISH!”
“THE WAY!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Party Hardy If You Want Your Lordy, Lordy To Wakey-Wakey!”
HE’s risen!! Dang, He’s UP AGAIN, Walking here, amongst all men! ‘Tis-no “party trick,” for The Son’s Arisen! The rock is rolled! It’s-a-ROCK-&-ROLL-vision! As Jesus Christ (That Guy’s Alive), As He steps from the tomb, He “takes a dive,” In-the-flowers over there, And-when-He-looks-up, there’s HER stare!!
With His face all dirty – and stinky too, She sees Him there, &-says: “What-did-you-do, With-My-Lord, you garden-er?!” And Jesus sees [that] He-can-fool-her?
“Well, yes!” He lies; “I’m-the-land-scrape-designer, But I did see Your Lord, OFF his recliner, Walking-over-there – and-saying GOOD BYE!” (But This Girl can-see The Glint in His eye!!)
Since-Jesus-is-a-lousy-liar, She knew it was Him! “Oh, Lord, [you’re] such a kidder!” and, although-proper-&-prim, She-made-a-run-for-Him, and-He-said: “HOLD ON! You’ve-got-[on]-your-“Sunday-Best,” and-I’m-covered-with-lawn! So, don’t touch me now; I’ll clean up pretty soon, But – JUST GO-TO EVERYONE, & WE’LL FLY TO THE MOON!”
“Well-NOW, take you time, Lord! Everyone’s mostly in jail! They were celebrating YOUR WAKE! I-will go-get bail!”
Anyway! That girl wasn’t actually MARY! Her-name was: Dory,* (I just thought you-might be interested in getting The True[r] Story!)
Anyway, eventually, Jesus DID “clean up” and He did realize,
WHY HE AROSE!!! This-here’s a big surprise!
You-see, it was REALLY because of the drunken orgy wake,
Because they all were drinking – and SHOUTING, for Goodness’ sake,
And Jesus, dead and sleeping, must-have-heard-something-like this:
“A WAKE! A WAKE!” and-it-must-have-filled-Him-with-[such]-bliss,
Strange, but true: IF YOU-HAVE-A-WAKE, BE REAL HARDY, For your exuberance can be infectious – and even wake The Dead!!! And I got this from A REAL GOOD SOURCE! It’s-what-an-“ancient-text”-said!
[And I’ve ALSO got some REAL-QUALITY, residential property, a-Florida-estate, Nestled in some once-wet-land, and the-scenery is GREAT! We can ALL live there, praising The Lord each day, And PARTY HARDY, Lordy, Lordy! It-is: THE JESUS WAY! 🙂 – Hooray! OK?
“NO APOLOGIES NECESSARY!” a poem Easter Sunday!!
That’s right! Complainers love-to-complain, and-coughers-love-to-cough! Another-Easter-Time-arrives where JESUS-WOULD-LOVE TO-GET-OFF, Being-hung-UP-on-that-pole [AGAIN!] spending (I imagine) too-much time, Suffering and bleeding, so churches-can-celebrate-and-pine, And think-about-and-focus-on Their-Crucified-Lord, again, Crying into their “GIVING cups,” lamenting all their sin!
We-are-the-soldiers, as before, pulling-the-garment-of-The-Lord, And we PLAY FOR IT – and laugh and sing, and hope we can afford, A-lot-of-drinks, at-our-favorite-pubs, when we exchange THE garment; Let’s take our helmets from-these-spears – and plunge-[them]-into-this-varmit!
With swords and shields and spears – Let’s have a bloody, good time,
And, if we’re lucky, at the local bars, we’ll-commit-a-little-crime!
Some rapes and mutilations! Perhaps, a-young-girl-can-be-“groomed!”
I just-love-another-Sweet, Sweet Easter, especially-as-HE-lies-“entombed!”
And, then, after all the rapes and murders, we’ll [REALLY]-celebrate-The-Season!
SUNDAY MORNING SURFACES! and things are calm! The reason?
Every-one’s passed-out or dead, but few of them are “giving!”
And here comes Jesus, out-of-The-Tomb, Yes, sir! He’s really LIVING,
The-Good-Life, and-a-once again, He greets His friend named “Mary,
and He says (for-the-2000th-time), “I beg you, Friends; don’t tarry!
FOR, I’VE DEFEATED ‘SATAN,’ & I ‘ M PUTTING-HIS-FEAR-AWAY!
This is IT! Welcome, Everyone! to-a GLORIOUS, BRAND NEW DAY!
Where NOW there is no need to suffer! You-don’t-have-to any-more!”
He tells all this – to-the Disciples, but Satan will just snore,
Knowing that he’s surely got – [another] 3 hundred, sixty five,
Days-to-convince EVERYONE(?) that-ANOTHER-Easter’s-not-no-“jive,”
That-is THE WAY! The-Way-Of-The-World, Of-This World of HIS:
“[Let’s] just-keep-re-enacting the-same-old [liturgical]-Show-Biz!!!”
Until THE BLOODY END OF TIME – or-until someone gets wise,
Declaring-this, that: “Heavenly existence is HERE, before our eyes!”
We need-not keep a-spinning – the same old Ritual Wheel,
For Jesus has declared [triumphant?] His-ancient “Brave New Deal!”
We just need to accept it, and stop-all-this being fooled,
BUT!! We-DO love celebration SO MUCH – and of-being-RULED,
By systems-of-government, and-medicine – and, of course, pompous-religion!
CAN’T WE DISCOVER? Let’s open our eyes: THE DOVE IS JUST A PIGEON!
And-haven’t-we-been-“pigeons,” My Friends! PIGEONS!? long enough?
Turning-over ALL our lives to Demons, who-love-to “bluff,”
And say [that] They’re “in charge – and they’ve got a REAL GOOD plan,
IT’S: THE SACRED! Yes, THE-sacred-STATUS QUO, for-ev-ery girl and man!
And – Let’s just keep-on going – down the same old road!”
Will-we-always-bow-to-temptation? You-know, we’re often told:
“That PROS-PER-ITY (whatever THAT is) is JUST AROUND THE CORNER!”
Why-don’t-we-stop and look-’round-there, but NOT as some, poor mourner!
No, NOTHING MORE! just-NO-APOLOGIES, for-liking-to-EAT-&-S – R – W!*
So, anyway! Happy Easter AGAIN! It’s almost 6 A. M.!
Which is – time-to-eat-and-get-dressed-up – and-to-practice-another-AMEN!
And-when-you-go-to-church-and-sit-in-your-P’EW, counting-blessings in your life,
Remember, that each-GOOD-Nazi sat-with-his-good wife,
And they would sit there and worship – for as many Easter morns,
As The World would allow! While angels blew their horns!!
YET, HERE, DEAR FRIENDS, I DON’T SUGGEST – that-you-skip-Church-today,
But-you-should-know, It’s-a-social-convenience! So weigh what they-all-say!
TAKE GOOD ADVICE – and apply it, with-what “free will” you got,
But don’t buy in – to politics! For LOVE’s what Jesus sought! 🙂 – Happy Easter!
* – Of course, now-The-Bible don’t say much – ’bout Jesus and the ladies,
But-He-ate-a-lot, for-THEY-called-Him-“A-Glutton,” &-He-surely-did-like-babies!!
I’ve quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash bent with my sleep, I saw depart Its light, even as I woke, on yonder wall; Over against my bed, there shone a gleam Strange, faint, and mingling also with my dream. It sunk, and I am wrapt in utter gloom; How far is night advanced, and when will day Retinue the dusk and livid air with bloom, And fill this void with warm, creative ray ? Would I could sleep again till, clear and red, Morning shall on the mountain-tops be spread! I’d call my women, but to break their sleep, Because my own is broken, were unjust; They’ve wrought all day, and well-earned slumbers steep Their labors in forgetfulness, I trust; Let me my feverish watch with patience bear, Thankful that none with me its sufferings share. Yet, Oh, for light ! one ray would tranquilise My nerves, my pulses, more than effort can; I’ll draw my curtain and consult the skies: These trembling stars at dead of night look wan, Wild, restless, strange, yet cannot be more drear Than this my couch, shared by a nameless fear. All backbone great cloud, drawn from east to west, Conceals the heavens, but there are lights below; Torches burn in Jerusalem, and cast On yonder stony mount a lurid glow. I see men stationed there, and gleaming spears; A sound, too, from afar, invades my ears. Dull, measured, strokes of axe and hammer ring From street to street, not loud, but through the night Distinctly heardand some strange spectral thing Is now upreared and, fixed against the light Of the pale lamps; defined upon that sky, It stands up like a column, straight and high. I see it all know the dusky sign A cross on Calvary, which Jews uprear While Romans watch; and when the dawn shall shine Pilate, to judge the victim will appear, Pass sentence yield him up to crucify; And on that cross the spotless Christ must die. Dreams, then, are true for thus my vision ran; Surely some oracle has been with me, The gods have chosen me to reveal their plan, To warn an unjust judge of destiny: I, slumbering, heard and saw; awake I know, Christ’s coming death, and Pilate’s life of woe. I do not weep for Pilate who could prove Regret for him whose cold and crushing sway No prayer can soften, no appeal can move; Who tramples hearts as others trample clay, Yet with a faltering, an uncertain tread, That might stir up reprisal in the dead. Forced to sit by his side and see his deeds; Forced to behold that visage, hour by hour, In whose gaunt lines, the abhorrent gazer reads A triple lust of gold, and blood, and power; A soul whom motives, fierce, yet abject, urge Rome’s servile slave, and Judah’s tyrant scourge. How can I love, or mourn, or pity him ? I, who so long my fettered hands have wrung; I, who for grief have wept my eye-sight dim; Because, while life for me was bright and young, He robbed my youth he quenched my life’s fair ray He crushed my mind, and did my freedom slay. And at this hour although I be his wife He has no more of tenderness from me Than any other wretch of guilty life; Less, for I know his household privacy I see him as he is without a screen; And, by the gods, my soul abhors his mien ! Has he not sought my presence, dyed in blood Innocent, righteous blood, shed shamelessly ? And have I not his red salute withstood ? Aye, when, aserst, he plunged all Galilee In dark bereavement in affliction sore, Mingling their very offerings with their gore. Then came hein his eyes a serpent-smile, Upon his lips some false, endearing word, And, through the streets of Salem, clanged the while, His slaughtering, hacking, sacrilegious sword And I, to see a man cause men such woe, Trembled with ire I did not fear to show. And now, the envious Jewish priests have brought Jesus whom they in mockery call their king To have, by this grim power, their vengeance wrought; By this mean reptile, innocence to sting. Oh ! could I but the purposed doom avert, And shield the blameless head from cruel hurt! Accessible is Pilate’s heart to fear, Omens will shake his soul, like autumn leaf; Could he this night’s appalling vision hear, This just man’s bonds were loosed, his life were safe, Unless that bitter priesthood should prevail, And make even terror to their malice quail. Yet if I tell the dream but let me pause. What dream ? Ere while the characters were clear, Graved on my brainat once some unknown cause Has dimmed and rased the thoughts, which now appear, Like a vague remnant of some by-past scene; Not what will be, but what, long since, has been. I suffered many things, I heard foretold A dreadful doom for Pilate,lingering woes, In far, barbarian climes, where mountains cold Built up a solitude of trackless snows, There, he and grisly wolves prowled side by side, There he lived famished there met hought he died; But not of hunger, nor by malady; I saw the snow around him, stained with gore; I said I had no tears for such as he, And, lo ! my cheek is wetmine eyes run o’er; I weep for mortal suffering, mortal guilt, I weep the impious deed the blood self-spilt. More I recall not, yet the vision spread Into a world remote, an age to come And still the illumined name of Jesus shed A light, a clearness, through the enfolding gloom And still I saw that sign, which now I see, That cross on yonder brow of Calvary. What is this Hebrew Christ ? To me unknown, His lineage doctrine mission yet how clear, Is God-like goodness, in his actions shewn ! How straight and stainless is his life’s career ! The ray of Deity that rests on him, In my eyes makes Olympian glory dim. The world advances, Greek, or Roman rite Suffices not the inquiring mind to stay; The searching soul demands a purer light To guide it on its upward, onward way; Ashamed of sculptured gods Religion turns To where the unseen Jehovah’s altar burns. Our faith is rotten all our rites defiled, Our temples sullied, and me thinks, this man, With his new ordinance, so wise and mild, Is come, even as he says, the chaff to fan And sever from the wheat; but will his faith Survive the terrors of to-morrow’s death ? * * * * * I feel a firmer trust a higher hope Rise in my soul it dawns with dawning day; Lo ! on the Temple’s roof on Moriah’s slope Appears at length that clear, and crimson ray, Which I so wished for when shut in by night; Oh, opening skies, I hail, I bless your light ! Part, clouds and shadows ! glorious Sun appear ! Part, mental gloom ! Come insight from on high ! Dusk dawn in heaven still strives with daylight clear, The longing soul, doth still uncertain sigh. Oh ! to behold the truth that sun divine, How doth my bosom pant, my spirit pine ! This day, time travails with a mighty birth, This day, Truth stoops from heaven and visits earth, Ere night descends, I shall more surely know What guide to follow, in what path to go; I wait in hope
I wait in solemn fear, The oracle of God the sole true God to hear.
For-the mor-al-of-the-story – is, of course, just such: THAT-EVEN-WITH-[THE]-KIT-TY, THE -LORD’S “IN TOUCH!”
Moral #2: Plus, “(S)he who waits, is satisfied!” – – – Come-on-now! On-this The-Lord-ain’t-lie! For, The-Lord-brings [fine] din-ing- to the cat that waits! Just-be- patient and-God-will-sa-ti-ate! – – – Kittie needs, for Kit-tie-of-ten-pleads – – – For-a sav’ry DI-i-i-iSH, that BLEEDS! Praise The-Lord, for-we-can-afford – fresh-food-for-kit-tie, At EA-ea-ea-ster TI-i-i-i-ME, I-dun-wrote this ditty!
“GOOD DAY BAD DAY!” a poem April 19, 2019 (Good Friday) a.k.a.: “Do Unto Others . . . !” a.k.a.: “Try Not To Be a ‘Kicker;’ But a ‘Boxer!’ “
Jesus dies (today!) (once more!) at 3 o’clock! “He caused a riot!” Yeah, it’s [that’s] the same-auld-talk: “A riot he fomented – at The Church on Drury Lane!” It’s GOOD/BAD Friday! I’ll-try-to-explain:
Every day-is a good day, at least it is for some! And, on THIS day, The-Jewish-Leaders tend-to-often-“HUM,” Happy and laughing, watching some fine crucifixion, Of (so-called) BAD, BAD dudes, but-remember: Life’s-a-“fiction!” (pause)
Fact-is: “One (wo)man’s poison – is another one’s cure! One person’s ‘savior” – is another one’s ‘fuhrer!’ “ No! You’re not crazy – when you have a BAD day! Just-know, someone will be celebrating – just-a-“up the way!”
While you are bleeding – and drenched with sweat, Someone’s having a GOOD time! AND! It’s a sure bet, That your BAD day, no matter how rough, Will become your GOOD day, if you wait long enough!
So, here’s this guy – hanging! and bleeding, But I-don’t-hear the hanger pleading, For his life, his precious life, his sweet life per se, But-He’s-pleading-for-The-Good-Time-Priests, who-are-shouting: “Hooray!”
Let’s ask that everyone be forgiven – for having a good laugh, At our expense! for, the aftermath, Of anyone, kicking a-“Boxer,” when-he’s-down, Will be that the kicker – might-be kicked out-of-town!
Moral: So, when someone else – is-having a BAD day, – – – Offer them your help! And, for-them, even pray! – – – Give them help & hope & sympathy, even-if-they’re-gloating- in-the-fray! Try, IF-you-can – to-help-them to-feel “OK!” 🙂 – OK? fin <3
Postscript: A funny things THEY-noticed, when they took Him down – – – From-the-cross-on-which-He-was-hanging, (1) He-did-not-wear-a-frown! – – – And-(2) They-found an-inscription, bloody, on His back!* – – – It-said: (pause) “This-was-A-GOOD-DAY-too, although-it-was-a-little-BLACK!” * – Scratched there, with his fingernails!