O, hearken, now, and dim the lights as glory fills, first watch, of nights and Heaven's veils are slowly drawn, signaling the day is gone. Take up your posts, ye watchmen, strong -- the birds have hushed, their solemn song .
Second Watch: 9pm-12am
Civil Twilight flashes green on horizons seldom seen unless ye know just where to look to find the passage, some forsook ; through eye of needle, light the way-- darkened night, replaced the day.
Coincidences or Consequences, who knows but around the same time my package got stolen from the mailbox was the same time their power got shut off. I digress and do so continue to. I wonder the first thoughts to cross the mind(s) of the person(s) as they opened the package to see three little crystal items the main one being a crystal church table ornament? They may have thought ooooeeee money but no, it was a modest gift. I bet the idea of it being a gift to be given to a preacher's wife never entered into thought. I mean really, what are the odds on that happening? However I can only...
Cumulous islands float like zeppelins That collect like silver St. Christopher’s medals Ascended into the wild blue yonder Where their ghostly apparitions rival Fatima To shower tears from where Jove collides With Jehovah on his way to the grocery store In a back alley of Mexico City Where cats caterwaul for mercy Among the hungry orphans Who cry for the love of any God Willing to hear Their sinewy plea For clouds heavy with amaranth Whose granary is found in Nimbus waves
Imagine if there was NO heaven And no one ever held a Lucky Seven. Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind Whether cruel or kind, Whether good or bad Whether Happy or sad All eternally damned into a lake of fire Without the Savior as a Sire. No Savior with His Saving Grace No God with a comforting embrace. Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds? Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead To live and lead the Righteous life Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
Loved one lost Your left with questions No answer to satisfy Despite terms to endear What do you say to yourself But what you want to hear
Making sense of what no one can console All you feel is the emptiness And the longing in your soul
The static of mean well thoughts Seeking a prayer to make the pain go away And yet holding onto it When it feels like all that's left of the bond As you think of who they are In a place somewhere beyond
Blood bought souls are more than angels But the reconciled...
that the earth could be depleted, like a seething crucible; that mankind could be defeated, how incomprehensible! when God called light out of darkness and commanded sky and sea, who could fathom human starkness earth's new vile reality?