The presence of God does not end
Especially at the Eucharist
For the Host Most Holy
Is the beginning and the end
May the Lord of Hosts
Lead you to
His Presence
In one another
In the Universe
In you
Month: December 2017
Loss 2
First some perspective
Feeling ostracized
Is no different
Than the death of a loved one
However to the one left alone
All their loved ones died
Such that without love
There truly is nothing left
But when poustiniks pray
They should remember the forgotten
Before they lose themselves
The joy is only found
When the pain is offered
We found it together
Through the cross
Through the death
Through the resurrection
Amen
Just A Tree
A tree is just a tree
Until it is taken down
And used as decoration
Or a cross
Either way blessings and love
This one has little angels on it
O What A Day
What a day of love
Despite evil afflictions
O what a day of love
When sanctification came our way
O what a day of joy
When salvation came as a child
Had we known they would crucify him
Would we have kept him hidden?
Some things are kept hidden
In plain view for you
Yet a True Life in God we live
And undeserving of every reward
The reward that Jesus promised he did
Oh my heart beats like his own
Deification comes
It comes sooner than you expect
Do pray out of love
O what a day of love
My heart sings it true
Whole Host
I had a vision today
I was before the Throne of God
That was surrounded by all the Saints
Surrounded by all the Angels
I appeared before all of Heaven
And the whole host cheered with praise
I felt unworthy
I was nothing before the Lord
The Throne was empty before I appeared
So I asked the Lord for His Presence
The Almighty Father appeared and He was also Jesus
I prostrated myself before Him
Saw His Feet and asked
Am I worthy to untie your sandals
He said, “You are”
As I removed first His left sandal
I saw His wounds
The scabs were large so I wept tears of Joy
At the worthiness He gave
I kissed his feet and my tears flowed
Onto His feet
As untied His right sandal
My tears flowed onto the wound from the nail
And the wound started to shrink and heal
Lit to Cry
My heart is going to cry
My heart has dipped into the sky
It broke open and let out the light
That light the lit the water to wine
Santa is a false god
**** Spoiler Alert ****
I remember
When Christmas Eve
Was full of wonder and belief
At the birth of Jesus – a baby
Not just a baby
But God made fragile divine
Yes, fragile
Which it is why Santa’s foot
Crushed the stable
Before the warm hearth
And the world celebrated it
Celebrated destruction
That is not love
Your sin is letting this false god
Prey on the greed of children
Turning them into heathens
Because they were all lied to
And continue to be
So the Mother of God
Took her child and flew
Away from this apostasy
To crush the head of Satan
Once and for all
AMEN
Wondering at
My prophesying has been tested
My prophecies have come to pass
I am nobody really
Just a lower case alpha and omega
Remember, there is always mercy
Ask for grace Our Lord will give it
If wrath comes
It was because of your ignorance
Not because of my warnings
My eyes are growing dim
Which means the time is very near
As the lack of love
Allows for a thick blanket of death
For the asleep
A New Heaven and New Earth await
What are you waiting for?
Letter to Executives of Bell Canada
Important message to the so called executive leadership team, of whom I cannot contact directly. What are you afraid of?
In the light of the latest news of various certain high profile executives, leaders, and idols, the darkness of your sins have been brought into the light as was foretold long ago. The light is not light of some spotlight of power, but rather the power of love.
Over the years, the corruption from within your organization has bound yourself to the chains of death and sin, unless you repent before they come to light, and repentance means bringing it to the light yourself before someone else does, which takes tremendous courage and strength, gifts only God can give.
You know what your sins are, and greed is at the top of the list. What do know what magnitude you will be punished? Take your total net worth and divide that by the lowest paid employee in the entire company and that number is how much you will be eating ash. If you do not repent, you will hate, and if you hate you will be cast away because God does not tolerate haters.
That simple.
I look forward to hearing your confession.
Moses (yes, the real Moses)
I read their hearts
Stones of hearts they all were
I could not reach them
I could not tell them I loved them
Their love was cold inside
Ready to be cracked open
Amen
Oy or 0y
Never did keep track
Could not bother with time
It is not real, you know
Cause if the Earth spun faster
You would have had a hundred birthdays
Instead of twenty
What is the worship of the sun?
What if the world spun to a halt?
How old would you be without your clocks?
Where would the sun rest it’s rays?
Just like the Moon
You only see one face
So you know it is possible
What would time be then?
The oscillation of an atom?
Do you like to age?
Face God and worship God
YOUR Creator who loves YOU
Where time has no meaning
And Love by Grace keeps the illusion of time still
Babbling Love
The Lord listened to me babble
I babbled as a child
Just babbled my joy at life
I can only imagine his delight
The Lord never stopped listening
As an adult I still babbled
Babbled my complaints in life
I can only imagine his pain
So I stopped babbling
Babbling in the desert
And listened to the wind
Until I heard nothing
In the nothing was His Voice
That voice that laughed with delight
At my childhood babbling
Forty years later, I Am
Glue
What is grace but the glue
That perfects what is broken
You have to ask for the glue
The Lord will give it to you
I asked for the glue
But just like a child
I started fixing things but me
I saw so many were broken
So when the Lord came back
Glue was everywhere
Except on me
Only Satan’s World
Only in Satan’s world
Would a man such as myself
Be labelled a psychotic
When all I did was bless and love
Now they took my rights away
With red tape to contest with
I will not pour out wrath
But instead die alone in silence
Then the world will be in darkness
Forever
Love is Dying
Love itself is dying
And about to truly die
Do you not feel the blood shed pangs?
And no one cares enough
For if they did for this unworthy vessel
They would let me out
Of this evil prison
Instead they keep me longer
My only way out
Is to LIE
I would rather DIE
Broken Earthenware
You can still hold
Broken earthenware
With love
But it is still broken
If not all the pieces are together
Love can make vessels new
If you believe in the Resurrection
All the while you say to yourselves
What does this mean?
It means the long lost flock
Has not been accepted into the fold
Sheep are still sheep
And I am the shepherd of this exiled flock
Still do not believe?
Not on my head these hot coals are
Feel the burn and anxiety?
It gets worse
Amen
Moses
I Am Moses
No matter what
Care
What do you care
That a son of God
Is about to be put to death?
…
Apparently no one does
Second Time
Whoever you think I am
Matters not because
It is now too late
By the time you figure out
The identity of this wretched thief
It will be too late
And for a second time
I will raise the dead
In Christ. Amen
A Prophet Scorned 
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