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Ponder, Mourn, the Haitian Earthquake

Posted on July 14, 2010 at 11:52 PM

                              Haiti’s crying wind blew in yesterday,

                              and un-nerved the souls of America;

                              and blew right thru my own heart-way.


                              Across the blasted rusty mill creek it fell —

                              A tree: already dead, the wind ‘snapped,’

                              and lay it’s splintered torso FLAT.


                              All day each leaden hued face I met,

                              was stunned in look and tones of grief.

                              What else can be said in so sad regret?

                              O pray for the living Haitian’s relief.


                              Tens of thousands of souls are dead,

                              and tens of thousands more  ‘sigh’

                              and ask— “O GOD! Are you dead?!”

                              (How sad to thus mournfully cry!)


                              A tree, if green, stands head erect.

                              It drives it’s limbs heaven-ward,

                              as if light from above calls to direct.

                              A man is a tree, and green—if he elects,

                              but his choices own him and are free.

                              Overall, heaven wills (or not) to intersect.

                             Given to all is the willful choice that’s free.

                              There a man finds his rightful person,

                              and finds equal the STAND of other trees,

                              where most agree God’s “no respecter of person.”

                              So, heaven must judge the ‘created,’

                              and we all (for yea or nay) will agree

                              until ‘sin’ be no more respected,

                              and GOD be seen AS GOD,

                              when all eyes HIM will see.

                              For now one must ponder the dilemma.

                              Was Haite already the deadened tree?

                              So, when her splintered torso lay flat,

                              By the crying wind of yesterday’s deed

                              she answered to her mournful lying rap—

                              “O GOD! You are really dead!”

                              (They awayed His grace, tis the cold-hard fact.)

                              Ponder the thought I’ve now just penned.

                              How many trees snapped before God

                              in that yesterday’s cause of wind

                              — and were they already ‘snapped’—

                              splintered torsos because already dead?!

                              And how many Christians today stand like that—

                              Dead trees, already dead, ready to snap,

                              when the crying wind comes to blow?

                              Who can really really know?

                              The thought is in my own lap.

                              A thought, an idea, can be a tree, but it too

                              Can be already dead, and ‘snapped,’

                              Laying ‘it’s splintered torso flat,’

                              Hence a meaningful image of two

                             (or more, if you’ll think about that.)    


Categories: My Protestant Christian, My Later Poems

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"He that hath ears to hear, let him hear." "Take heed what ye hear: with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you: and unto you that hear shall more be given." Mark 4:24 

The DARK SAYINGS of PROPHECY---the secret things that belong unto the Lord our God---the opposite of the Spirit of Evil, the "Strange woman"---the Deep and Secret Things GOD Reveals of the Darkness and Light that Dwells with him; the wisdom and might, the OMNISCIENCE revealing the Revelations of Kings; all these things spoke (and embodied King Jesus when upon earth) unto the multitudes in PARABLES; and without a PARABLE spake he not unto them that would listen: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the PROPHET, saying, I WILL OPEN MY MOUTH IN PARABLES; I will utter things which have been kept SECRET from the foundation of the world; the SECRETS of WISDOM, that they are double to that OF the "finding out of the Almighty to Perfection" (despite our iniquities); THE SECRETS of the heart sacrifice of sheep counted for the slaughter (as Jesus was); THE CONCEALED SECRETS of the matters of a faithful  spirit, harbored safe in the mulititude of counselors, where is the God in heaven that REVEALETH SECRETS and maketh known unto kings what shall be in the latter days (now), in the VISIONS of the heads (of kings, presidents, prime ministers, rich men, the high men of the earth, the merchants of the earth, and even dictators) what should come to pass hereafter (in our present moment of the future) and by THE REVEALER OF SECRETS; concerning human beings who receive THESE SECRETS, to make known the INTERPRETATION OF DREAMS AND VISIONS to kings, that all men may know their hearts and BY TRUTH know God is a God of God's, and a Lord of Kings; and indeed a REVEALER OF SECRETS because of DIVINE OMNISCIENCE, settling in their hearts and consciences, witnessing to the LAW OF GOD, in the day when God shall JUGDE THE SECRETS OF MEN by Jesus Christ according to the Gospel message of Glad Tidings of Good News. These are THE PROPHESYS WHICH MANIFEST THE SECRETS OF MEN'S HEARTS and cause them to fall down and worship and witness that GOD IS with (these) PROPHETS OF TRUTH, who are servants of Jesus Christ --- Apostles separated unto the Gospel of God as promised, for he promised his PROPHETS in the ancient holy scriptures (writ, graphe, documents) in THE PREDICTION of Jesus Christ our Lord, who was born just like the patriarch David was, in human flesh: whom now is made manifest, and BY THE SCRIPTURES OF THE PROPHETS, according to the EVERLASTING GOD, made known to all nations (ALL |PEOPLES) for the OBEDIENCE OF FAITH, which OBEDIENCE is deserving of a God of such WISDOM that he should be glorified for ever through Jesus, the christ. All these hath the INVISIBLE church (for those who have the kingdom of God within them) manifest in APOSTLES uppermost, then PROPHETS, then Teachers, then Miracles Workers, Healers and their gifts, Gifted Helpers, and Administrators of God, especially in all languages spoken by the nations (peoples); for the SPIRIT OF THE PROPHETS ARE SUBJECT TO THE PROPHETS that there may be no confusion of BABEL or BABYLON, but peace in all the INVISIBLE CHURCHES (of the hearts) of the saints; who are no more strangers but fellow citizens of God's GOVERNMENT, with the saints, and of the household of God, built upon the foundation of the Apostles and PROPHETS, Jesus Christ himself being the CHIEF CORNERSTONE OF GOD THROUGH THE SPIRIT OF GOD. AMEN, and amen.

(This is a poem actually. It takes a bit of pain to read through it though, because the style is "continual paragraphing." References: De 29:29/Dan 2:2,3/ Mt 13:34-36/Job 11:6-7/Ps 44:21-22/Pv 11:13,14/Dan 2:29,30,47/Rm 2:15-17/Rm 1:2,3/1 Cor 12:28/14:32,33/Eph 2:20-22)