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I Believe in God

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I believe in God
Amen

That is my motto. Like it makes what I do matter, I suppose, but what did I do? I am a wretch beside even thee, and if I should compare, I am put to shame and the Lord is Glorious in all He does.

I know what Amen means and it is not just a word to you if you are not blaspheming with it all the time. It has purpose, rather authority when one wields it at the end of a single word, via command.

So I say love one another
Amen

Peace be with you
Amen

My poems are rather rash
The nitty gritty ash
I am but ash
Before the Lord
In all His Glory
So peace be with you
My Heart is gleaming
My hope is in the Lord
I hope in you too

Let us leap that faith together
Over the stone fences and the liars lairs
And into the hearts of the crowds
Bringing peace to the world
By a simple way
Love
That is all it takes
Love in all that you do
Love you

Hatred Has No Place

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Cannot say I am happy
But my happiness is irrelevant
No one cares

I notice things
Little things
That make me want to

Lash out in anger

Call down fire from heaven

To destroy the world that hates
To start all over again
With but a few that remain
But what good is that
When prophets are ignored and scorned

None repent but the few

Truly
I am bone of His Bone
Flesh of His Flesh
A Beloved Son of God

Daughter of God
You have much to learn
About love
About the Love that loves you
And the burden that comes with it

Hatred has no place in a heart of love
Nor by those who surround you

I have poured out signs after signs
As gentle as can I can be
Only to be rejected
But I still love and hold on
Others would rather I die

Being favoured by God
Brings jealous hearts to light
So their jealousy will be lit up
And burned like a fire that cannot go out
For jealousy breeds hate
And hate has no place

Rose

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His Spirit rose in me
His Spirit rose like the dawn
His Spirit like roses
Blooming an otherworldly fragrance
A fragrance sweet and sublime
Leaving me inundated with love
Now I give it back
And stomped on for doing so
I give it back still
It is more than a gift
Who shall receive?

Wondering about God

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I stood wondering
With the knowledge of future events
Tasted what is good
Tasted what was a Gift from God
That the Most Holy Spirit
And the flames of Holy Fire
Burned but did not consume
Left me longing for more
It tasted good because of It
The One who gave it all
Gave me a spoiler alert
As to His whereabouts
And our destiny of Eternal Life
And I just blabbed both
So then I Bless you all
Even though I am slowly dying
Now that I know
I can do anything
Including just writing words
So that a sound or a phrase…

Does it ring a bell?
Because it was a warning
Repent from evildoing
Plain and simple
Cut off time is soon

Pain in the Neck

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I wish I liked pain
It happens every day
Today is worse
Like nails in my spine
While swallowing hammers them in
Makes me want to vomit
Maybe I should slit my wrists
Cause my “loved ones”
Deprive me of pain relief
Because they feel nothing

Moments of You

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There are more moments
In my life than not

While thinking of me I am not
But rather of you

Why you
Matters not
Selfish I am not
But in what way

Whatever love is
I would give my life away
Instead He gave me His
In His favour did I convey
A hater I am not

So be bold with your blessings
And I will be bold in my love
That is how you will find me
Says He

But you can find me anywhere
Says He
In the least did we embrace
Kept from love
Of a certain kind

I know and believe in all truth
Sincerity
That I am not
Jesus Christ

But rather one embodied
In the Spirit of Christ
Through the mystical union
Of a certain Sacrifice

The one sacrifice that takes all

For it takes a certain kind of prayer
A prayer of thanksgiving
A prayer of struggle and sacrifice
A prayer of blessings upon the littlest ones

But to those who know of these little ones
If you bless, they will bless
If you curse, they will curse

Woe to you should you curse
Bless instead, trust me
It gets easier
When it reflects in the actions you do

Time to get your hearts in the right place
Believe me
Believe in Love

Forgive

Sons of Thunder

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Did you hear the thunder?
Did you hear it that day?
Did you know?
That it was to call James and John
Together

So the earth shattered echoes with a boom
None felt the wiser
Now love thunders
For the Sons of Thunder
Are Sons of Love

Persecuted on all fronts

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I have taken an account
Of actions against me
Persecution on all fronts

Accountant says
That no love exists
Except from a minor few

But those lacking it
Those slacking it
I always forgive

Despite the call
For destruction
That looms from above

Gone

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Last one
No more will I write
No more will I pour
My heart as I have done

I opened up in many forms
Let my soul wrapped in flame
Stake a claim
But I stood all alone
When love stood before me

I have seen too much to deny
Felt too little from others
To hate this world so much
Believing in a mystery

I could say you won the battle
But what will you lose
When I am gone?

… I never wanted to say I told you so

Come to Me

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I have been told
By many and few
To not dwell on the past
It appears we have no past
And therefore no future
But there is one thing about me
You should know
I love absolutely everyone
And bear their pain or disease
If they passed me by
Turning me into
A hypochondriac
According to science
However, I do not complain
But offer it up to God
He then takes it away from them
If that is what he wants
For it is written
He shall bear their suffering

Your heart is so far away

Remember That

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He said pray that it not be winter
On that day for you
O that day of wrath
So then He took Winter for Himself
Upon Himself be bore
For me and you
How did he do?
So far, alive
And heartbeats are like a Harley
Listening to that song that boomed
Made me remember
Remember, that Jesus is King
No matter what happens
No matter what

Power To Give

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I had hoped
Hoped that by now
Those who truly love
Would step up
But they did not

I had hoped
Hoped that by now
Those who love to love
Would do so
Without question
But they also did not

This includes myself!
As it is your faith and love
Reflecting through me
As I am merely nothing
Yet
I Am Who I Am
But you
You are also nothing
Did nothing
And hid

So from one breath
I can blow you away
Like a hurricane
As it is in my power to give
Though I prefer the Love path
Either way I can lead you there
Your choice…

What Makes Me Ill

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What makes me ill
Is not your diseases or viruses
But your lack of compassion
That the least are driven asunder
By your inflated sense of righteousness

I Am is among the least
Bearing the worst of it all
That is what makes me ill
Know that when I am ill
Angels come to my aid

I Love My Own Art

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How could I not love
My own art?
If it be of my love
If it be of my hate
It is my art all the same
So let me be the worst of all
That is how I appear to them
But I can bear anything
Including death
Including hate
Including pain
Yet live
Because of Love

Love loves you
And
I learned
To let Love love me deep
So I do yearn for more

Only Love I give
Nothing in return is bestowed
That makes me the least
As I am still and can weep
But do not gnash my teeth
Peace
Amen

Open Up I Did As Moses

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Jesus and I
I open my heart
My heart beats like a drum
That tore a hole from a spear
And I sighed
Because I knew right away
It was Eternal Life
My God
That Spear
Was worse than the nails
Every day

Loss 2

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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