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Speaking in the Wind… ?

As if with words
the symbols true
they tell a tale,
known to a few…

to me they ‘speak’
of stalwart mind
in face of folly,
man-un-kind…

and who be sad?
as stand and die
in multitude
astride the lie ?

before the flood
for love of life,
for sake of man…
before we die
how can the people
still not see,
does it not say
our misery?

we , blinded by the light ,
not chance,
the message bids us
join the dance

to know what is not,
now, to love
Pied Piper
sets the tune,
no dove…
and few resist
but poor and lame
alone desist
afore the flame…

Could life remain
and bid that love
can never die
as is above… ?

Nay,
sing anew an old refrain
the sunshine comes
after the rain…

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Set in Unholy Darkest Whirls…

 

Would I could thank
for great work here,
an open heart
to all who care,

none can requite
save love o’erflowed
in tears we weep
along our road.

Are worldly words
more yet to speak
to me in lies
I did not seek?

The blessing of
all love is bid
by manifest love-star
not hid…

and so love stands
against the world,
all that is pure,
banner unfurled:

All is revealed,
sure known of heart,
one master of
all men apart…

and of that light,
held high and bright,
floods forth to show
One way past night,

and calls the few,
to traipse alone
and find beyond
the way to home.

So none can break
this heart sublime,
as forged in craft
beyond our time,

made from pure white,
so bright that few,
yet openly,
can see the hue…

for written white
on white is clear
only to those
who know no fear.

Yet know it true
for it is told
by love within
a Truth of old…

This human bond
around the earth
has so been willed
in holy birth.

Joy of spirit,
if un-denied,
is faith in love
that never died…

healed by it then
in count of years,
many do doubt
in time of tears…

Pure gold of few,
refined by fire,
keep faithful heart
though many tire,

So see it grows,
steadfast and true,
faith as old oak
above the new,

stands ravage now
of careless time,
none can stop the
the happy rhyme…

and all is met
from purest start
beginnings set
alone in heart…

The mother then
of this the birth,
not that which fails
itself on earth…

and maybe you
do know it’s true
through love of old,
begun to do?

This holy then
above all women
Greatest Spirit
birth is proven.

though she bitter
sweet Babylon
would fain adopt
or steal Thy son:

re-entering
this darkened earth
she waits intent
beside the birth…

Pray for her soul
for her mistake,
she longs as we
to be awake,

forgets in haste
of strong denial
her Father’s love
for yet awhile.

In honour then
embrace me now
I shake and tremble
as I bow…

in knowing Thee,
great love at last,
so many words
said from the past…

and so in time
I bid thee speak
once I have learned
now to be meek.

Fitting judgment
of Great Spirit:
those who suffered
long to know it,

all home before
many who moan
that they be white
by words alone,

As if, unjust,
should it be this,
beginning of
the end, amiss?

See hearts of world
as black as coal,
many by strife
did miss their goal:

white of heart do
bid the others
follow after
as pure lovers..

spoken well then,
the words of price,
fulfilled with tears
and sacrifice,

but of Great law,
few will defend,
peace for all awaits
in the end.

One there is in
blackness of heart,
who in the end
has played his part…

even to show,
by denying rather,
for the ages,
love for his Father.

The honour last
to one Jesus,
Son of Light, in
flesh before us…

just as does
His Father honour
fulfilling of
his worthy hour.

Returning home too,
to be with us,
prodigal son,
most prestigious…

blessings then to
all who come home
and four great winds
to most unknown,

for who catch
the wind if bidden,
none wily can
with faces hidden.

Salute brothers then
and sisters all
well met indeed
in One loves call…

At door left bound
many, atime,
with clos-ed mind
and ritual rime,

but celebrate on
then, with me,
for it is done,
and cannot be
undone by aught-
for it is writ
and none can turn
it back a bit.

Its work is deepest
task of love-
Amen to love,
known from above.

All know their hearts,
and so uncover
holy word of
greatest lover…

love is priceless,
truth, of great pearls
set in unholy
darkest whirls.

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Messiah:

From another place,
one seed
fell here,
on the edge of this hill.
This now-tall spreading
knew no surrender…

No other measured
this steely purpose,
this was no war of proof
…but your sure
becoming,
in isolation
from their gusty winds.

And now you bend with the gale which blows
and your needle shower
scourges the bare blasted Scottish rock
and solitary pine,
you know the strange happiness
of your desolate home…

and I know that
I shall come again.

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Everyman…

1495

awareness,
essence of the art
what it is sets man apart
and yet we lied to make our stance
but twirl around in every dance
still
one looked straight
as in a trance…

few will die thus
-sake of all-
to seek the Truth
breach every wall
and suffer long
in empty halls
-fall to rise,
not rise to fall…

and self descends to disrepute
world tramples on with
heavy boot
but by the noise we know it’s moot
there is no profit
in their loot…

pain of longing
in my head
but to be free
need not be dead
for what-created’s
life instead
our source and destiny
we’re fed…

and reaching low
to Love we’re born
to lift the head
of those forlorn
for Love is bliss though saints are torn
as Love’s for all
and few yet bourne

to know Love is the only way
no matter what religions say
the world is lies
but it will pay
when evil takes all life away
but all will live
another day…

as only one can do in life
ignore the pain
rise over strife
for there’s no Truth without a knife
division is the gift of wealth
for none hold lies who has no breath
and those few Love
are free of death

our prophets, jesters, bards ,and saints
down the ages Truth they paint
though fools assert their words be quaint
by spirit born
fools’ way it ain’t …

all knew the role
would come to this
to love how words can capture bliss
that Love’s far more than when we kiss
just one way
to know
what being is…

beyond the mask of physical
the truth no longer mystical
know what we are and what we found
captured by mind without a sound
healing all pain
in every wound
for all is perfect
where we’re bound…

intimate detail…
pain few yet bear
then total bliss when it’s all over
birthing the god-child
in our soul
for every man our only goal..

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May I sit
awhile?
… I am fair tired from
journeying
through timeless stars…

tired of tears
tired of lies
tired of false desires not born of sun…
tired of darkness
tired of pride
tired of corruption of hearts
tired of your sickness
tired of your gluttony
tired of your greed
tired of your guilt
tired of your imbalance
tired of your injustice
tired of your uncaring
tired of your sad grey eyes
tired of your fears
tired that you do not acknowledge
and yet
we are all the same…

and I wish to end it all
so who will lend me their sharp blade ?
…to slit both sides
and let the earth
drink my blood…
as she thirsts for it
… and she is worthy of blood

…or is it
you will fight me still
your will
to you
yet but a thrill
- and not fulfilled
kill’s bitter pill ?
… you who yet have not distilled
the peace
that once
was built
within ?

But if you are
then
instead dead,
yet seem
somehow
somewhat alive,
who then will bid me enter in
to warm old bones
by blazing fire
of broken ruin, life your own,
to breathe in the light
if
aught be left
still unconsumed,
in this foul place
that you call
home ?

Nay, I’m so weary
I would end
it all ,
as many fairest children
of them all,
turn back
to your ways,
filthy
black inside
in very heart
I gave them…

Who then comes here
to tell the tale
of those who say
it is
my fault ?
… Who then will judge
of this old man
crippled
almost dead
iconoclast
who lost his one dear son
to pay for all
…and other,
from beginning,
went astray ?
…Will any now accuse me sore
and
rant and rave
and go to war?

so
come
and
I will hear
thy poor complaints
against the few,
my comely saints
… and I’ll hear right,
hear all
uncouth,
this then
the place for Light
of Truth ..
bring me, within, no darkness here,
but keep it out!
I swear
I cannot bear
with it about
- show mercy pleasing to me too
as it behoves us all to do
come bandy words
if needs you must
see
who it is
in whom you trust
and who lives only for the dust
if I may bear you in my niche
with arguments
the best
of each
…and if your words
are not amiss
then I will grant your fondest wish
talk then
with me
if not undone
see who has heart
to cast
first stone

…mercy
just,
unending bliss,
my misery in thee
bourne
with a kiss
….aim well
and let your hatred fill
to darkened
storm
if be
your will
… and end my life,
if you do judge me with this blade
- now make your move
…else I will hear
fair song of love

Who will come home with me,
who’ll stay
when I do take
all life away
in once-fair world
which needs must
pay?
…for it is naught
but is for thee
who made it thus
and so
it be.

… so will you ask
me in
to seek
right in the fire
to hear me
speak
awhile
of all
that now has been,
concurrent is,
and will be seen ?
…who is now here who has not bowed
to light of word amongst the crowd,
who,
cruel,
judges,
won’t forgive?
who bids me enter
so all live ?

Come
I do ask,
and all are bid,
for none excluded,
nothing hid
I will have all to have their say
if choosing love
or
saying nay
…or curse me
and I’ll turn away…

Have ye disgust
at my
dark skin
… or open doors
let me within?
…it’s as you will
so will you say
who asks me in,
who turns away ?

Who then
that is
so straight within
will look much deeper
than my skin?
- who clarified
from all that’s dire
can come
in close
unto the fire
…know
I do now
right close
enquire

…beyond the ‘chat’
of pain and fears
beyond the deaths
of many years
cast
to the earth,
returned above
the ‘water’
burns,
‘fire’ quenches love
‘seas’ boil with troubles,
‘clouds’ you seek
-who ventures up here
so
to peek?
… fire from the air
-who durst yet speak ?

Wouldst thou then
still
insult my call…
come forth and sully
pureness,
all ?
I gave thee not
thy heart for this
yet come
be brave
by the abyss
…and yet my patience
stands atime
of any
that can muse
with rhyme
…the stories here
of few
who love
and seek to be with me
above
…these stave off timely
evil breath
the tide of time,
the march of death,
gentle as doves
see then these few
who live their lives
in brighter hue…
so I would
not yet end the trance
’til I have seen them
take their
stance…
and there is purpose
in this dance

…so who will set
this banquet scene
a stranger feast there ne’er has been
and if you choose
not sing true song
I will away
full swift and strong
and promise that
end
ne’er be long
…and after that
if still in doubt
not long again till lights be out

…who be refined
like gold from dross
tried in the furnace
without loss
who tarnished still,
who gleaming bright
who yet is blinded by the light ?
who stands this heat
of holy pyre?
…those few
now sit
beside this fire…

Who speaks here first
and who be last?
who lost their tongue?
whose tongue be fast?
who sits aside awhile and cries?
who very young?
who, loving, dies?
I will have answer
from the heart
to know which ones are set apart?
didst learn to smile?
…the answer’s clear,
and yet I see
but little cheer…
’tis only meek
who love,
and poor…
Who welcomes me?
… who shuts the door?

” … but the stranger that dwelleth with you
shall be unto you as one born among you
and thou shalt love him as thyself… “
Leviticus 19:34

” … Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares… “
Hebrews 13:2

” … Yet thou sayest:
Because I am innocent, surely his anger shall turn from me.
- Behold, I will plead with thee, because thou sayest, I have not sinned… “
Jeremiah 2:35

“… Will he reserve his anger for ever?
will he keep it to the end?
Behold, thou hast spoken and done evil things as thou couldest… “
Jeremiah 3:5

http://www.christianforums.com/blogs/u15209/

http://www.gspoetry.com/poemlisting.php?alpha=all&pagenum=12&id=41679

Eventually folks will all come to value lovingness more than life,
for it is the only way out of life…
few yet understand that life sacrifice is but temporary ,
one’s only experience in death is to ‘awake’ to a new reality of life ,
and none can die more than twice …
physicality extends to the end of time, existence is endless :-

Revelation 9:6 And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them.

http://www.gspoetry.com/hush-inspirational-poems-487776.html

Who shuts the door ? …

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just a picture on a wall…

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one flesh the truth
nothing enough
light ends in Love though way be rough
yet
pigs get greedy at the trough
I lost my way
long went astray
but light’s renewed at break of day
and few yet see
what needs must pay
for minds’ denial turns away
-the dark’s embraces’  traces stay
till life
has ended time’s decay…
darkness created cannot last
the Truth comes slowly
-lies are fast…
most don’t believe the die’s not cast
yet luck’s a name
writ in the past
…what folk decide from what we saw
is just a picture on a wall
and in the middle
open door
yet few see what a door is for…