Surrounding Angels: Happy New Year 2012 to All in My Sphere

Unseen in Spirit, moving light speed grace
The angels carry Christ's redemption joys.
They minister to those, their soul's laid waste
By dark devouring torment, hope destroyed.
A kind uplifting word, a simple phrase,
And whisk another element appears.
Distracting cruel thoughts injecting praise
Into sad minds dispelling darkling fears.
It's thought each person has a guardian,
Just one angelic being who safe keeps
His human host from lurking evil's den
And preying hordes who'd maime and kill the sheep.
But I submit it's countless angels who
Do keep us well and whole and loved, Christ's Truth!

Mockers Before Christ's Redemption: Must We Suffer Them? 5/19/87

 On my journey through religion's byways, and scandals in 1987 at the Full Gospel Tabernacle and other churches I attended, I encountered a motley group of individuals and was forced by the Lord to discern after the Spirit, not after the flesh, which, of course, deceived. There were those in church who apparently "loved" the Lord, but also mocked His truth and commandments with their behavior. Could I judge a righteous judgment against the church, the "believer"? The scripture says I can. Did I? I was mocked and not understood, walking after the Spirit, a Christ representative. I wrote this sonnet to cope. And eventually, the Lord led me onto another unexpected path.

Oh Lord, the scorners, mockers always there
Who would upend Your loving, generous self.
As such their darkness would my soul to wear
So they could justify their evil's stealth.
Do not receive your Being, and ignore
The coming of Your light to help their cause.
Such haughty, errant crassness won't repent.
Instead they'd mock the Lord and Calvary's cross.
As they feel nothing is their worth in life
Know not He is their source, He is their light.
They choose to cause self-torment, no respite
From inner turmoil, hate and inner strife.
Oh Father fuse their souls with thy Love's heart,
And separate them from the Dark One's arts.

God vs. Satan: Two Sides of One Being for Mercy's Sake

Would I have known the extreme goodness of God's mercy if I had not known the extreme terror and pain of selfishness commensurate with an unregenerate soul? Would I have known grace if I had not wallowed in a sty of "lust of the eyes," "lust of the flesh," "the pride of life?" Would I have known the power of humility if I had not known the fear underlying an arrogant and boastful heart?  I think not.

Evil serves goodness. Remember, where sin abounds, grace abounds more. That is scripture. What that means is, there is more grace in NYC (often called sin city) than in the cities of "righteousness" out west. Remember, Christ said it would be better for those of Sodom than for those of Capernum who denied the Lord. Let the Holy Spirit reveal what that means.


The man who exalts himself above the Lord,
Thinks that his will is uncontrolled and free.
But he is background noise, cacaphonous chords
That Satan strikes on lyres for all to see.
Such man's convinced decisions are his own,
Convinced his thoughts are his as are his friends.
His mind so vapid not know the unknown
That he's strung-up, a puppet for Satan's ends.
Before the Lord brings Light, Sins' slaves we toil
As slaves of Satan chained and bondaged, bound.
At God's appointing we see we're despoiled
But God's ordained such torment 'til we're found.
So understand, our life is not our own.
His opposite sides imbue His merciful throne.

Agape (In C.S. Lewis' Discussion of Four Loves-Agape is greatest)

In C.S. Lewis' brilliant The Four Loves the author discusses the greatest of love, agape which is Christ's love. First, it is a spiritual, divine and all-encompassing love. It is given freely with no expectation of return. For those unfamiliar with Christ's love or for those who are just beginning to understand the depth of it, it seems impossible to bestow. This is the "turn the other cheek love." Turning the other cheek requires superhuman effort, divinely inspired; in fact it is impossible unless one is in Christ's spirit and renewing one's mind in the Word daily.

From the perspective of one on the receiving end, if they are not in Christ's spiritual adulthood, often they do not realize what it is. How can they without God's wisdom of understanding at that adult level? Such love is incomprehensible to the human mind. All manner of twisting and distortion occurs about it until finally the anointing breaks through (probably years later) and the understanding comes to the one on the receiving end. Most likely, the individual giving the agape and the "receptor" have long gone to other spheres of influence. As the Word says:  the seed was planted, one came and watered, another tilled the soil around the plant, another provided the sustenance, etc.

This sonnet is representative of such agape love which is spiritual and never physical. The closest thing to the physicality of agape is feeling inner peace, warmth and forgiveness; it's power can send chills running up and down one's spine at its recognition and its presence. Being physical is so far beneath agape; it is mortal and selfish. It can indeed, kill agape love: objectify another's soul making it a nonentity (think what the Nazis did to eradicate self/identity in the concentration camps).

In human terms the closest thing would be to say agape is like platonic love. However, agape is much greater than that because it leads to redemption and renewal of the soul to Christ. Platonic love does not entail Christ, the anointing, the spiritual level of wisdom and faith.  Platonic love is mental and intellectual. Platonic love remains on a plane of logic. Agape defies logic. That's why it's impossible to understand, unless divine understanding is given to understand:  someone plants, someone waters, someone tills, someone gives sustenance, etc.   It takes time.

Oh Michael, Christ emboldened you with Love.
This Grace bestowed upon His chosen ones.
In hallowed sanctity of world's above
The carnal, worldly realms we surely shun.
And you, confounded, and perplexed, undone,
By that, you cannot seem to grasp or see,
Will learn in seasons ripe that you are One,
With Him in fullness of His unity.
A vessel or an ark, a ship, stalwart,
He's making of your soul to receive Him.
So don't throw off my Love* which fully starts
His process of your freedom from gross sin.
Just know this song of love envelopes you.
His love and mine are One with you in truth.

 *agape love (no distortions please)

Cutting His Jemstones

Nowhere there is to hide. This jemstone's done.
The Father's cut this being prisim-like.
His gleaming facets, shine brilliant as the Son,
To pierce and flame all prayers. Heart flames strike
To blaze eternal fires to burst black stars
Who'd seek the darkness running from His plan.
No infinite space between, no distance far,
And no escape from cutting, chiseling hands.
Oh woe to scribes and pharisees who lie
And preach destruction on the innocent.
Oh woe Capernumites who'd faith decry
Condemn that their traditions Christ has rent.
Abundance, sustenance the Lord gives all
Those who abide in Him, answer His call.

Justice/Vengeance is Mine, Saith the Lord

From my perspective, I have a knack for helping others to the detriment of myself. I bestow upon them love, power, strength. I edify their souls and provide solace and comfort, sharing the anointing of love. And then, and then! No recognition of this is made that they appreciate. Sound familiar?

This happens, to everyone, I guess, maybe women especially give to men who expect such generosities and exigencies as their right and due. And sometimes, God help them if the men don't get it! Regardless of the "rightness" or "fairness" because it is not right or fair, there is a transference that occurs. To stand up, some stand on the heads of others crushing them down, ignoring them, not appreciating the blessing the individual has been to them. In the process the victim is sucked downward, his or her being darkening as the other reaches into the light.

For the one smashed and crashed into the fallow earth to join the worms, it is an unbearable experience that cries out for some morsel or grain of sustenance to be given by the crusher. Anything...a particle of dust. But often the dust is only in the dry mouth of the "obliterated" who is starved and drained.  From the depths of my being, I understand this because it has happened to me on more than one occasion. And from the depths of my soul, I've cried out to God, "Enough." I guess the song, "If I hold my peace, and let the Lord fight my battles, victory will be mine." was the MO I followed. Hmm. Now, I tend to open my mouth, if I can or leave/ the poisoned creature to stew in its own formaldehyde because such behavior is death-filled.

This transference process is happening all over the world by the way. A metaphor for the economics and politics of the class system which is very much alive burgeoning, in fact. The wealthy live to squash into the brown earth those of the same skin tones. Does their blood, the infeebled's, blood not cry out to God? Oh, I forgot. They are the tribal heathen. The Caucasian male imperialists (fast becoming a minority) who now use globalism to expand their empires, are more righteous because money is righteousness and truth. (They used to use Biblical scriptures and their "notion" of God, until many realized who the true hypocritical heathen were.)  You can pay to reverse/eliminate/wipe out truth, you know. History books are filled with the vacuation of truths that publishers can believe in.

So the sonnet, though intensely individual for me at the time of the church scandals in May of 1987, applies to many whose blood screams out at injustice and cruelty where generosity and love have been given without a smidgeon of acknowledgement in return.


My blood screams piercing through the universe,
"The debt be paid, the debt you owe to me!"
Those stolen coverings from me dispersed,
To gain the Kingdom Son's authority.
The Pain, the curse on me allowed you to
Enjoy prosperity and favored love,
While I abused and tortured, defamed, too,
Took sin whilst you looked Godly as His Dove.
The price I've paid for you to gain His Rod,
In recompense from you must be returned.
So all your harlot boasts I overtrod
To gain all riches that my blood has earned.
Christ's debts must be fulfilled by sufferings, yours!
I'll shine forth Jesus' Glory as you're cursed!

Move

I wrote the sonnet above in the 1990s when my life was adrift. When has it not been? But it seemed that nothing was happening and there was such immobility and stasis. I was a bridge hand in the waiting mode, looking to win my tricks, but the time for me was interminably slow.  My job, my personal life all yielded a void, somehow, and the writing goals I had were on treacherous hold. I was growing older and there was no stopping the clock. I needed to MOVE!  

Eventually, even a slug moves or dies. I was, as in many periods of my life, near death, death...of the will, heart and soul. And I cried out to God. My soul released some of its torment. He came and helped...and lead me away from death's maws and readied me for the next crying out. 
                             MOVE

Oh Father, lift me up. My spirit's low,
And lead me to your pastures soft and warm,
Away from treacherous shoals and labyrinth's woe,
And darkness, smothering will to static forms.
Oh Father, spur my spirit toward the fields
Of light and rest and peace, sweet action's womb.
Produce momentum; in energy do seal
My essence. Repel the vacuum, inaction's tomb.
Oh Father, fasten my conscience to your Love.
Fire my will to melt with  Yours, then seat,
Me in Your wisdom's throne. And Holy Dove,
Enfold me in Your wings; the void defeat.
Cruel resignation, stasis and delay,
Are vanquished by Jehovah's Will and Way.

The Politics of Poverty

When one's defiled by hunger, pain and want,
A level's reached beyond hope and despair,
There is no need to threaten, terror haunt,
Those who no longer fight, no longer care.
What glory then to smash the poor to death?
What satisfaction? What great honor that?
What crowns bestowed? Does it increase the breadth
Of power, worldly fame to be a rat?
For rats they are, the wealthy who've laid waste
To global millions suffering at their hands.
"Oh No!" Rats protest, "You speak up in haste."
"Look at my charities; my giving stands!"
Oh, Christ did plead to give thy wealth away.
Inherit Spiritual Kingdoms. Hell assay!

Help in the Time of Need, The Lord

Oh Lord, help me when others cast me down.
And throttle all the hopes I have within,
Deride my soul and spirit, pound and pound
My work, my joy, my life as blasphemous sin!
Because they're tortured, crazed by inner strife,
They lash against those who they look to see
Are weaker, lamer, humbler, full and ripe
With gifts that they do lack in constancy.
I call upon you Lord to vindicate
My walk, my life, my work from those who prey
Upon my goodness, and would throw my fate
Into a deep abyss and You betray.
My realm is made by You and You o'erthrow
Their works of hate with Love on me bestowed.

Oh Lord Obedience is all You ask. 8/6/87 (original)

This is more toward the original sonnet that I wrote in 1987 because I was going through turmoil during the church scandal crisis of Jim Bakker, Tammy Faye and Jessica Hahn and Gene Profeta, Hahn's pastor.
It's a difficult lesson to learn, but necessary for those who want to follow Christ in spirit and in truth. Obedience, following the Lord's will (manifested in the commandments: Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, strength and might; Love your neighbor as yourself.). Of course, that means turning the other cheek when someone goes to smack you on one cheek; you offer up the other for the person to hit, and this is important...sincerely mean it. As if to say, "Look, if you must really hit me, it's so important to you, then hit me on the other cheek also. Whatever makes you feel better. I understand.")

1. Can you do that to someone who is family? a sibling? a boss? a co-worker? The commandment says neighbor. What does that mean? If you are a billionaire, then your neighbor is likely to someone of your economic class. What does neighbor truly mean? Someone with the same values and spiritual beliefs? It is easy to bend and twist the commandment to mean what we want and end up, then, justifying our own brutality as kindness and our lack of forgiveness as a blessing. Sorry to use the pronoun "our." If it's troublesome, then please assume that I am talking about myself, because I am.

To follow the commandments, especially the second one, takes great understanding, divine understanding, and great personal power WITH humility. I can't do it alone. I need God's help and power to even begin to get the wisdom behind the commandments. In any case, this sonnet was an attempt at realizing the difficulty of obedience to God. I guess the Dali Lama has something when he discusses decreasing one's ego and self. But how do you do that when you are celebrated world-wide? If he were no longer heard from ever again, maybe that would be a beginning? Anyway, this was written in 1987 the time of church scandals.

To follow the first commandment, loving God, one is essentially alone in Him in one's walk. Only the person himself/herself has the relationship with God. No one can tell him/her how to establish that relationship. There can be guidance, but one has to establish it face to face with God, so to speak. And part of the process includes how obedient one is when the Spirit of God is leading him/her. This is tricky. If Spirit of the Lord is telling you to take a stand when no one else is doing it, or worse, others will point the finger and criticize and condemn for one's obedience, this is a hard road. However, the Spirit gives strength. Also, The Lord will not contravene His word (i.e. by insisting you murder or break his other commandments.). He will direct a person to seek the truth when others are lying. These others may have the "appearance" of righteousness and may come in sheep's clothing, but are actually wolves. If one is obedient, the Spirit of the Lord will reveal the truth, and will lead down an irregular road to get to the truth. But one will get there. I did. But it was very hard and the road had no light but the inner voice to get to another path that was smoother and in Light.

Oh Lord! Obedience is all You ask.
Submit ourselves as living sacrifice.
For then we are as lambs to do Your tasks,
To shed Your glory forth, to shine Your Light.
How does Your sweet, dear Light then shine in us?
We do Thy will. We do Thy way, Thy Truth.
We do die daily as in You we trust.
Flesh* crucified, our soul is misconstrued,
To look a fool, so people break our heart.
To uphold truth in goal and quest for Life
Is to be sacrificed to take Christ's part
In secret. Spiritual force destroys Hell's strife.
How is this Light revealed? Reproach is made.
For through God's son, flesh dies to people save.

flesh:  carnal nature: ego, pride, self-interest, one's own agenda as paramount

I'm Loved By Him! (Christ, the Lord) 1/7/87

 I wrote this sonnet at one of the most abysmal times in my life. I was going to the church where Jessica Hahn had attended, The Full Gospel Tabernacle. I had left the choir and had felt that it was not the time to leave, yet. I didn't know what scandal would erupt in three months, but I knew that various members of the church, especially the pastor were in trouble in their walk with Christ and felt I had little in common with them, not because of my education and professional background, but because I was at a completely different spiritual level than they were. I am not bragging when I say this. My appearance belied who I was in Christ. If one didn't discern me after the Spirit of the Lord, the person or persons would be completely mislead by their sight. As much as was possible, I walked by faith and not by sight and I listened, followed and discerned after Christ's spirit. And that is one of the points of Christ's kingdom, a message that is eternal. One must discern after the Spirit to see the things of the Spirit, infused with Christ and his sacrifice of love. If one looks "in the natural," the carnal realm, one will miss the kingdom and Him completely. Believe me, I'm still learning. In any case, the sonnet was written out of my soul need as an encouragement to me in a very dark hour. As I read it years later, it still lifts me and I hope, it lifts you, even if you don't know Christ. And if you were drawn here, not knowing Him, just plug your name in place of the "I," and "I'm." Because the same applies to you as well.

I'm loved by Him! I'm loved! He worships me!
For I'm in Christ in whom He trusts, is pleased,
His friend to sword the Dark, bring Light, to see,
His farmer who plows ground and dungs His trees,
His Lamb that's slain so others resurrect,
His sheep matured who gives His covering,
His Word of power that works His full effect,
To break the veil of sorrow, and Joy bring.
I'm all to Him, a flame of ministering fire,
A glorious reigning wind, a flowering field,
The seed, life-bearing, sweet with His desire,
A child of age and time in Wisdom sealed.
I'm One with Him, His body and He's mine,
A fulfilled plan of infinitely pure design.

Self-Condemnation: It's Over For You!

The greatest compliment our Lord receives
Of adoration and of praise and love
Is sweet identifying that we see
Our face as Christ's face, sacrificial love.
That we would know beyond all knowing ways,
That we would have all power and all might,
Believe and see we're in Him, are His Day,
Is seeing with His eyes; we are His sight!
To know that we're in HIM is what He wants,
Beyond self-condemnation and man's law.
To trust implicity our Sonship's launch,
To infinite realms where no one's gone before.
So praise your Father! Christ defeated sin.
Give thanks that it is finished. We're in Him!

Fire Baptism in the Holy Spirit

When I behold His countenance of Light,
I'm struck, as lightening strikes a rooted tree.
Propelled toward energy, there's no respite,
From fusion with the Lord. I then believe.
Next, comes the process. Slowly it unfolds:
He sounds the depths and grows His silent might.
It spreads to all the corners of my soul,
And settles deep within, brings spiritual sight.
To walk by faith oh yield to blinding suns,
And couple with the heat and fiery froth.
Don't cling to cold and darkness' outer runs
And desolation's love which comes to naught.
So fiery brilliance, tongues of fiery flame
Engulf us, baptize us in Jesus Name.

Pharisees

During my days at a church in Massapequa, headed by a pastor who was infamously connected to Jessica Hahn, I was spiritually troubled by what I intuited was happening. Though I lacked the specific facts, I had two spiritual dreams which infused my sensibilities and furthered my understanding about what was going on behind the scenes there, though I lacked details and information that no one, AND I MEAN NO ONE IN THAT MINISTRY was going to share because lies and secrecy were its foundation and paranoia was its MO. By the way, this is the opposite of what a ministry should be, regardless of the individuals i.e. Jessica Hahn who use it for their own advantage.

At some point, I will reveal the telling dreams. In any case visiting speakers came and went, some of them involved in their own scandalous behavior. Others, like Pastor Goforth were quite innocent. However, I sensed that many of these men, including the pastor of the church were pharisees, standing in judgment over the congregation, though they themselves were rife with carnality and hypocrisy against the Word of God. After all, if one is NOT carnal, they why would they hook up with the likes of Jessica Hahn, who later was publicly exposed for her less than virginal behavior in The New York Post (1987-88) and other magazines and papers, including a piece by Sarah Rymer in a national magazine where Rymer claimed that Hahn had duped her. Duh!

This sonnet was inspired by my experiences at this church with those who spoke or preached there. I am waiting for God's deliverance of them; see the last two lines. I believe it will come and the Lord will show me when it does. (So, call me crazy. ;-) )

For pharisees, the greatest hope does lie
To have revealed the Kindgoms of our Lord.
Who best but they, self-righteous in their sty,
Can least believe the gifts God's grace affords.
And so, accusers of the Lord they be,
And blaspheme He's revealed in meek and mild.
They know, self-righteous, that this cannot be
In some so lowly or in some so wild.
They see reflected in their fellow man*
A beast of nature, small and dark and dim.
Convinced they are in lies of their own sham,
They point the finger out, what is within.
To them may God reveal His greatest grace,
To transform Satan to Christ's shining face.

*man - I am fully aware of the connotations here. Sorry, I have to work out the rhymes to make them OBVIOUSLY female inclusive. Forgive the paternalistically charged word. I mean male and female.

Sin

If sin is separation from our God,
Self-hate then rules supreme in people's hearts.
Unworthiness and loathing are the rod
Which beats these sick ones, splits their souls apart.
Divided, selves are broken dreams, are death.
Not knowing like reflections they would see,
If they knew Him, they'd be His Holy Breath
And speak those things that're not, as though they'd be.
Self-hate breeds doubt, breeds fear, breeds guilt, breeds pain.
These crippled think they're worthless. Valueless!
Christ's revelation, Glory's golden train
Transforms seekers to Christ in His greatness.
Our Lord ordains for some this golden plan.
For others, mirey clay and fallow land.

Witches of Evil

The evil witch is dead. I witnessed it.
Those evil ones who'd try to murder me,
Transformed to life and freedom. God submits
Them to His Son for all eternity.
Rebellious they would not submit to Him.
Though He knows what to shape for all of us.
Their minds would try to rise up their own whims
Reject God's counsel, love, and peace and trust.
But watchmen of the House of Isreal,
The Lord appoints to run with faith the race.
Lay down their lives as lambs. Their blood they spill
In sacrifice: change witches to Christ's face.
Such watchmen, me and you the Lord does guide,
To lead those former witches to His side.

Obedience Through Christ (adaptation from original written in 1987)

Oh Lord, obedience is all you ask.
Submit ourselves as living sacrifice;
Then we would be as lambs to do your tasks.
Shed Your Glory forth to shine Your Light.
How does Your powerful Light reflect through us?
We do Thy will; we do Thy way, Thy truth.
We daily die, by faith to in You trust.
Our flesh is crucified, ego refused.
We look the fool compared with the elites.
We uphold truth in hope on journey's way.
Destroy our pride; appear as in retreat.
But then He comes, in triumph. Hell's power's stayed.
How is this Light revealed? Reproach was made.
Through Christ, the resurrection we are saved.

Faithfulness, Protection, Peace (written 8/5/87 - revised 9/19/2011)

The Godly lambs must always faithful be;
Receive His promised love's inheritance.
When evildoers try to cut Christ's tree,
He does protect and give His recompense,
For violating those He loves, adores:
Removes His strength. We see how His grace flows,
Upon all flesh, unto Earth's very core.
Through Nature's majesty His lifeblood shows.
And everyone upon this earth beholds
The Spirit's vibrant other-worldliness,
And those whose pretense wallows in the shoals
Of exploitation and vulture excess,
Discover how they've lost the comfort of
The peace and Holy unction of God's love.

Proclaim yes, Lord. 8/5/87

Proclaim yes, Lord, I do receive Your Truth,
In consecration, I give all to You.
Though others look and see one so uncouth,
He's sees His sacrifice, forgiveness, too.
No matter what their eyes would look to blink
Portray as hideous, judge and despise,
No matter if they drag you 'til you sink,
Into a cruel abyss to make you die,
Then speak false words of friendship, masking hate,
The Lord protects. He lifts sins' blinding curse.
His Love leads you to joy and peaceful states.
Destroys the enemies who'd bring Death's hearse.
I speak His words to comfort darkened minds.
Reveal His love and peace so chains unwind.

The Love That God Bestows 8/5/87

The Love that God bestows on all his lambs
Is powerful. Nothing can defer from it.
Though evil tries to steal from the I Am,
It can't seduce for in His power we sit.
He has prepared us for all Godly works
Of faith and joy and peace and righteousness.
And though we're hidden, danger always lurks,
But in His shadow we find peace and rest.
Discerning power He gives so we may see
The snakes who smile and smile with evil hearts.
His spiritual vision shows unfruitful trees*
The falsely lightened souls who from Him part.
I know by faith I'm Christ's forever more.
A door to Godly sights where eagles soar.

*unfruitful trees: Christ says you shall know them by their spiritual fruits: love, joy, peace, patience, etc. There are 9 fruits of the Holy Spirit. If a follower is unfruitful, he/she is carnal and not growing in Christ's love. The follower needs to submit completely to God.

I've Seen Your Greatness, Lord (8/5/87)

I've seen your greatness, Lord, Your covering,
Which heals those in a filthy, mired bed.
I've seen the patience that Your Love does bring,
To inside out spin peace from dire dread.
Your work of Grace and Love so great it is,
To transform whores*, self-righteous and unclean.
You make them Living stones** with Holy kiss
And call forth Light and love from gifts unseen.
The dreams You give reveal your healing power
To cleanse the soul of filth and pestilence.
You burn the waste with holy, sacred fire,
Then seal completion. Judgment's recompensed.
And thus you did create with Godly seal
This vessel, Christ's perfection true and real.

*whores: carnal Christians who are not devout nor spiritual, but who live a defeated, rollercoaster life, walking  by sight, not by God's faith or power.

**Living stones:  Spiritual Christians who walk by faith and live by God's power and the baptism of the Holy Spirit.  (During the Day of Pentecost-tongues of fire alighted on believers and they were anointed with God's power and the Gifts and fruit of the Holy Spirit.)

Persecution Trials

When called a witch, the Spirit in me flowed,
Vibrated fiery flame and blue hot might.
To see how Hell would on His Lamb bestow
A disobedience, pretend it's right.
How strange when others would then call you names.
The Hell in them they seek to spill on you,
With forked tongue the snake would play his games,
Seduce the Chosen; lie and say it's truth.
His lamb is holy ground. Death has no place,
In us, nor hate, nor fear, nor doubt, nor lies.
God's love makes whole and heals with fullest grace,
The lambs the worldly folks hate and despise.
Oh mercy Lord on those who name call you.
Open their eyes to see your Spiritual truths.

A Liar's Viewpoint 4/6/87

Oh hear! Oh see! Let Christians see "God's" church.
How hateful, whorish, her adulterous acts!
How low of self-esteem is her Christ worth!
Now, I'll expose her with my "truthful" facts.
Raped I was, then dumped, left in the streets.
I had no part of intercourse with her.
Apology none for cruel, hateful feats.
Abandoned, with no glory like a cur.
I'll make her pay. Avenge with blood. Gain fame.
I'll then disclaim my culpability.
A wolf clothed white, I'll hide, use Jesus' Name,
Only discerned with spiritual eyes that see.
Oh Lucifer, seducer, you're unmasked!
For Christ reveals your lies to those who ask!

Whorish Acts: Babylon's Church

I wrote this after discovering that the revelations of Jessica Hahn against Jim Bakker during the 1987 press debacle were tainted with her past behaviors that indicated she was no innocent as she and the press conveniently painted her to be.

Did you accept with love or hate the Lord?
Does justice's retribution sync toward fame?
Were you complicit, actions gross, untoward,
Abusing those who're born in Jesus Name?
What made you to in anger punish Jim,
To get expenses for your "pain and grief?"
Or was it lying tongue engorged in sin,
Brought judgment's sword on him for your relief?
Forgiveness does forgive and it repents
Of hate-filled acts. Forgive? You do believe! 
Destroy the blood of Christ of those who're sent?
You harm the Bride, the church, branch of His Tree.
When we forgive our brother, Grace does come.
Light fills our soul when we embrace God's Son.

False Spiritual Churches: Mystery Babylon (4/7/87)

Again, this was written during the spring of 1987, when the media was exposing church scandals and preachers unable to "live up" to the high standards of Christians, an irony. Of course, Christianity doesn't proclaim living up to pure standards; it acknowledges that the more we try, the more we fall and fail and the more we need redemption through Christ's blood to heal (salvation) and be cleansed of ways that are utterly harmful to our minds and souls.

I see two churches forming in the ranks.
One black, one white, one false, one True, Christ's Bride.
One looks so beautiful and gives God thanks.
One's powerful in influence far and wide.
One can't discern them both in temporal realm.
In Spirit one must measure, sound their being
Most cruel and pornographic, devil helmed,
The false. The True shines Light, His Lamp for seeing.
Distinguish through Spiritual gifts the Babylon Church
That's killed in "Jesus Name" and raged its wars.
That's masked itself as "Christian," though occult
Seduced, betrayed true Christians, God besmirched.
Of which do you belong? Accuse the Lord?
Or hope to understand His blood, His Word?

It's Victory of Spiritual Life 4/3/1987

It's victory of Spiritual Life force flow,
Through cities*** I do claim for Christ the Lord.
And lands so wasted once by Hell's state, Rome,
I claim be green, sprout seedlings of His Word.
Abundant fruit filled life be manifest.
God's gardens grow to ever-present state.
He tastes His fare and shares with lambs who're pressed,
Then they overthrow all kingdoms built on hate.
Christ always lights His flames to torch the skies*,
So earth** below will cleansed and hopeful be.
He always does remove what He decries
So chosen children's eyes begin to see.
Oh, work Your Will my Father. Show this lamb
What is ordained in me of Your great plan.

*skies: metaphoric of mental states
**earth: ego reality
***cities:  people networks

Christ's Might (4/3)

This was written during the time of the Jim Bakker (1987) scandal which had great ramifications on the church I had been attending because the church pastor Gene Profeta had been complicit with Jessica Hahn to "cover her back" in her attempt to solicit hush money from Bakker. I had been told "through the grapevine" that Hahn had kept motel receipts proving that the pastor had been with her; they had had an affair. She intended to go public with the receipts proving their affair (Many suspected this, but exposure would have hurt those faithful to that church.) unless he stood by her which he of course did. This was revealed by Richard Dortch (on the board of PTL at the time) who said that Profeta threatened them to give Hahn the money. At the point of this writing, I had no information; I discovered much later during the summer and into the fall.

My Father placed His spiritual might on me.
For mighty is my calling in His name.
As chosen, birthed, His seed of His True Tree,
To speak His word in Light, His Truth proclaim.
To those who'd make me nothing in this life,
Don't see the fiery star that burns inside,
This temple, Holy visioned, Christ's true wife,
With universal power, His holy bride.
I'm bone of His. I'm flesh of the I am.
My temporal self consumed by Living Light
Of Christ. One in His flock of sacred lambs,
Who with Him sit and rule and reign and fight.
His understanding, knowledge fires my mind,
To seek with patient love those of my kind.

A Vision Come to Pass

Beside the pool two lovers exchanged vows
As rivers flowed with crystal sunbeam's dance.
They spoke with words unheard, sweet, soft, profound,
That they, as One, would mankind's* world enhance.
And then, they vanished. This vision marked in Time
Appeared in other forms throughout the age:
At times a song, a flower sketched in rhymes,
A whirlwind's wave, salt seas, red clouds, stark rage.
But when love's fruit did ripen off One Tree
Whose heavenly branches sky winds shook and shamed,
Some branches broke to plummet full and free,
And yielded fruitful love by Christ ordained.
Love's vision came to pass from vows exchanged,
Two lives in Christ made One: their love, Christ's flame!

*mankind: also includes womankind. Sorry purists...I am not being chauvinistic...problem with  syllables. At some point I will be improve my poetic skills to accommodate.

As Always, I Pray Peace

As always, I pray Peace and Joy for you.
For gone are lies proclaiming Darkened states.
In Him, the Lord, we're One. We're Love. We're Truth.
Delivered from self-condemnation's hate.
You can't destroy your life. For what's to do?
Lie to yourself? Damnation's not to be!
The Lord made you to see and know the Truth.
The Truth is freedom's life eternally.
And so rejoice when fiery trials appear.
The Glory of His might will be revealed.
No singe, no burns, no torment should you fear.
You can withstand. By Faith in Him you're sealed.
Maintain your promise Faithful to the Lord.
Just praise Him that you manifest His Word.

Overcome Self-Hate With Joy (8/7/87)

Oh friends! Be not discouraged by the Lord.
For all's of Him, in Him. For all's ordained
To show the Glory of the Living Word,
To show the Might and power in Him you've gained.
Your bitterness would steal His Joy from you.
For we're the joyful gift the Lord has given.
If you rent us pain's torment will ensue;
Betrayed yourself, drawn in by false, cold sin.
Our Father always tries our works in fire.
Our works show Faith. Our works show righteousness.
He wants His mighty son in you to aspire
To fly above black clouds and Hell's duress.
For only in the Spirit's Joyful state
Do we overcome the realm of cruel self-hate.

Spiritual Fruit

The Living Word's so precious to my soul.
He does renew my mind in Truth and light.
He lifts me up from peoples' Hellish molds
To stand, oppose all Darkness and Death's blight.
Appointed to responsibility
To bring the Light, in Peace beyond compare.
He's grounded, rooted firm, a cedar tree
That shows its fruit of Love with fragrance fair.
And those who'd take the fruit and use it for
A work of Death's carnality and strife,
Cannot exalt themselves, in glory soar.
Instead, in mirey clay will lose His Life.
Oh Father! Praise you! You are at my healm.
You keep me lifted up in Spiritual realms.

Preserve me Lord

Preserve me Lord! Oh keep my soul in peace,
For some would try to steal the joy of You,
Dray down the love. The victory defeat
Of what You made in me which loves Your truth.
But you have placed Your nature deep within
Me to obtain Your crowns of righteousness.
No knowledge can surpass when knowing sin,
You cleanse with Grace and peace and happiness.
Oh Father, do I bask in Your sweet sun.
I know no flesh can make me feel Your warmth.
Oh Father, I do joy that I have won
Your unconditional love which saves from harm.
No part of me is separate from Your love.
I'm whole. I'm one with You, the Holy Dove.

The Dark Will Never Understand (8/7/87)

The Dark* will never understand the Light.
The Light allows one's vision to be clear.
The Dark would rob you, stab and cut and fight
You in a tunnel of hate and strife and fear.
The Light is Truth and once it's come in you,
No living thing can stop its wondrous flow,
For Grace in Christ is Light and Peace and Truth
The theories of evil ones He overthrows.
And I do know the Living Word's in me.
Shout and proclaim of His experience.
Do know effects of crass idolatries,
Their horrors and their painful recompense.
And now he gently shows His ways to me.
His mysteries revealed to make us free.

The Dark: A spiritual entity which encourages blindness and trust in what one can physically see, decrying the realms of Spirit which are not visible to the "naked" eye. (The Light -Christ/Truth requires sight by Faith.)

No Weapons Forged (based on Isaiah 54: 17) (8/12/87)

No weapons forged 'gainst me your Godly lamb
Will prosper or make marks upon my heart.
Protection, guidance, knowledge, the I Am,
Has covered me in love. We'll never part.
From Him was birthed my being pure in force.
Such might delivers me unto His Whole,
Steers me through clouds and stormy ocean's course.
Through depths of Hell and Death, He saves my soul.
Through Him withstand I all that fear would bring;
Withstand the barbs of people's hateful words.
And Death and Treachery have lost all sting,
For He reigns free in me. Royalty's conferred!
Suffuses all my being, Christ My Lord.
Against Him none can stand. He is this Word.

Running a Good Race (8/12/87)

Oh Lord with patience I have run Your race,
And I am running still, as you would force
Me to upset the pharisee's dead face,
As you would lead me on through mountainous course.
I've run this race with joy and love serene.
Within, You've given me to understand
And trust the things of You that are unseen,
Cast down all words and works of fleshly hands.
I fly the race that's true in Spiritual Life,
And fly through realms controlled and ruled by You,
So far above the Sadducee's sore strife,
And worldly souls that sell the lie as truth,
The race a never ending circled whole,
 Which you've ordained to purify my soul.

Lay Down Your Life, Gaining His (8/12/87)

To gain the Lord you must lay down your life
As you have known and trusted it before.
To gain His Grace without your inner strife,
You must seek depths into your secret core,
And follow 'til the labryinthed way's pure void
Of Dark demise and sallow death and fear
Does choke you, rend your person and destroy
The one you hoped you'd be in this World sphere.
To gain the sure foundation of His Word,
You must then crawl on razors in your mind.
Let cruel despair and hatred be the sword
To slash your self's identity unkind.
As you submit your flesh to die in Truth,
You'll find your face is His. He's one with you.

No Angel's Light Shall Shine

No angel's light shall shine before The Son.
No radiance but His shall be upheld.
No brilliance but His fiery torch be flung.
No brightness but the Morning Star's be felt.
His Light is all the stars that need to blaze.
His Lamp is all the guidance I do see.
His Flame so sweet to comfort all my days.
His Fire, so pure, so luminescent, free.
None other can to come in His Bright Way.
No luminary has His Might and Force.
For beauty's truth does Lucifer betray,
With lies so manifest we know their course.
Christ's Glory's His. His Truth is His alone.
As such the Living Christ controls all thrones.

My Father Did Assure Me

My Father did assure me as His son*
That righteousness and purity are mine.
He's me in faith, for we've become as one,
One bone, one flesh, one mind, one Christ, like-kind.
I know He shares His truth in fellowship
For wife and friend am I, so He reveals,
His plans for future glories to equip
His chosen sons which He in Christ would seal.
To work His prism Light, then Love-fire burns
The lies, hypocrisies of dragon** youths,
Exposing filthy waters, He up churns
Their filth unclean so children see His Truth.
So harlots*** be prepared for chastisement.
And be destroyed. Find Christ. To you he's sent!

*son:  all those who have been redeemed by the blood and baptized in the water and in the Spirit are first- fruit (the first harvest) sons to the Lord, brothers/sisters in Christ. The word is inclusive of women as well and not meant to be paternalistic.

**dragon: one of the many facets of evil---doubt filled, lacking faith in Christ

***pastors, etc.:  those who preach Christ but who do not really immerse themselves by Faith and Christ's love...daily. They are unfaithful to the Lord, embracing practices which are contrary to Christ's love.

My Father Has Revealed

My Father has revealed His truth to me,
Through Moses and Elijah's spiritual growth,
Through Paul, Ezekiel and Christ's blood we're free.
Christ sons have overthrown cruel Babylon's yoke.
And further we do go in Kingdom realms.
With knowledge of His ways, transcend all time.
Discover great true concepts further delve,
In all the disciplines smash worldly shrines.
No idol's worshiped; no rebellion seen.
It's not of Him, His kingdom, nor His Might.
Beyond the infinite space, yet cells between,
Our spiritual eyes do look with spiritual sight.
We lead the saints in knowledge, wisdom, power.
Christ's Living Word reigns free, makes Earth our bower.

How Much?

How much dear Father do evildoers know?
By righteous faith I trust your promise sure.
Their minds would seem to hatred on me sow,
Their souls with cruel perversions would allure
Me to the shoals of darkened Hades Hell shores
Instead of kingdoms filled with Truth and Light.
How much of this is plan and will of Yours,
To strengthen me to grow Christ's power and might?
And same for evildoers? Oh Lord, I see,
We're nothing! All you are! It's you who fill
My mind with flowing Grace which you begot,
With blood! Christ's sacrifice of pure love's will.
I follow Father, as you prove my soul.
Reveal Your love in me? That is our goal.

Tremendous Joy

Tremendous joy does pulsate through my soul.
Christ's Light does flourish in this universe.
The stars of beauty burn Hell's mirey cold,
And Death lays dead in depth of black, cold hearse.
Exalted is the Bride to see the Son,
Her husband who has vindicated her,
Above the likes of prostitutes, whoresons,
Who'd show as filth the Lord and His true church.
The whoredoms, harlots, Jezebels and pimps,
Impure, unwhole, unfruitful and undone
Have lost all riches, mansions, money mints,
And lay like rotted, stench filled, desert dung.
Christ's purity of Truth has vanquished these.
And healed their souls' blindness and disease.

Oh, Satan

Oh Satan. Don't you know your future's end?
The system you've created is destroyed.
The law has been fulfilled by mankind's friend
And Christ has shined the Light on your dull void.
The time has come for evil to be through
And mankind's works revealed as shams and lies.
For you know Faith is substance and is true,
The way into Christ's Kingdom you despise.
Your agents do lure us to worship flesh:
Its pleasures and its appetites so ripe.
Its passion for what's young and new and fresh,
Its lust for carnal, material ways of life.
But when confronted with mortality,
Christ's way is chosen by humanity.

The Prophet Isreal

The prophet Israel is Christ who's come,
In me, in you. His light decries all Night.
The everpresent Glory of God's son,
Has conquered sin, its torment and cruel strife.
No tears of sadness, sorrow do we shed,
Just tears repentant, joyful, great of Grace,
So grateful thanks we feel for He has led
Us to His realm where we've become His face.
His hand is ours, His eyes are eyes of ours.
His breath so sacred breathes throughout our soul.
We stretch our cells, our yearning for His power
Each molecule of Life to be Christ whole.
Oh Father this our prayer Your Will's the way,
These temples, vessels, worship Christ the Day!

Eschew!

 Prodigal pastors once knew God in the first estate and the first love. If they return, their latter walk with Christ will be greater than their former.

Eschew! I doubt your doubt for it is false.
A prophet you have been of Hell's Belial,
And now you're smote and smoked, though Christ did halt
Your shameful fate which you'd withstood a while.
And now you recognize the gift how great
God's Glory, Truth and Light does keep us free.
And how His dear, sweet Love has sealed your state,
To righteous Truth and Grace to in Him be.
Recall remembrance. Once in faith were strong.
Once did know His coming in your soul.
Once In freedom you did sing Christ's song,
Once His knowledge, wisdom, strength, your goal.
Return to Him! Proclaim His Will always.
Your former joy returns in Christ, the Day.

Idol* Words of Meaninglessness

The breath of life, the living Word in me,
Cannot be stopped by others' idol tongues.
Its power great, its Light the Dark does flee,
Christ's glorious victory ark of brilliance won.
Those cannot force their dung on purity.
Their judgment fails, though my soul they would rack.
Their torment that Christ's Life reigns free in me,
Does break them. Worthless, they cannot fight back.
The Lord does stand. His children do stand, too.
Their words in Christ are sound in Truth and Might.
Their breath is solid Light none can eschew.
It always marks its target, smotes it right.
So speak in idol tongues? No power's there.
This Word, this Light sees Truth, so Night beware!

*idol: what one would set up as a god and worship  (a play on the homonym as well, duh!)

Capitols here as in my various sonnets are used to denote Christ's ownership and named spiritual powers (Might, Truth, etc.) Likewise, Night is a being a spiritual force of darkness.

The Word is Life

The Word is Life, so precious in my soul.
It grows me up and feeds me to proclaim,
All Life in Christ who in us sure takes hold,
And leads us, guides us, to His purposed aim.
The Word is knowledge understanding, too,
Propelling foward dreams to make them Life.
The Word is power's might to follow through,
Despite abysses, caverns, frightening heights.
Without the universe, within my mind.
Within the knowledge to perceive afar,
And energies and rainbowed force sublime
To spiritually dance me to the nearest star.
The Ark of Christ's a university.
And there I joy in Love's prosperity.

Cries and Prayers III (1987)

 Evil spirits are devouring spirits which may manifest through people, through concepts, through one's own considerations. We are counseled to "renew our minds daily in the Word of God." We are counseled to cling to the Lord and the Devil (all manner of evil thoughts, actions, deeds) will flee. But how do we discern evil? Sometimes it comes in a pleasing and beautiful shape. Sometimes we must go "behind the scenes" to see the true nature of things. There are seducing spirits that would lure us and make us think right is wrong, black is white, green is red and would make us question the very nature of our souls and walk with the Lord.

One example that comes to mind is the man who planned out and killed an abortion doctor. I thought the Word said, there are two commandments: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength and love your neighbor as yourself?" Some will claim an abortion doctor is not a neighbor. On the other hand, where/when is premeditated murder justified? The doctor's murder was planned and it violated the laws of the land. We must rightly divide the Word of truth and submit the sword (discernment) of the Lord to our flesh (carnal thoughts) so we are not misled by our own arguments. Did the man who killed the abortion doctor submit to the Lord when he was killing the doctor? Or did he submit to his own "logical" arguments?

I have a problem when such premeditated murder is justified by "Christians." It becomes political and church politics must be questioned and scrutinized; churches have a way of producing dogma and religious interpretation far from the Word of God in order to perpetuate themselves, be an "elite class" unto themselves. (Check out various church histories.) Jesus, himself, had his greatest resistance from religious leaders who were not working for "the good of the people," but who placed greater burdens on them with their religious laws and views. Would such religious leaders recognize "The Son of God," today? Or would they be blind?  The sonnet touches upon these themes. Above all, remember, unless we renew our minds daily in the Word, we are subject to seductions that move us away from Christ's Love.

Oh Lord, do save me from devourers,
Who'd slay me, drink my blood and say it's You.
Your saving grace and mercy's never earned,
Yet they'd deny that Christ in me is True.
Rejecting me is to deny the Lord.
Control me? No they can't it's blasphemy
Of Freedom's Truth of Living powerful Word
Of Revelation for eternity.
So subtle is rejection of the Lamb,
Discernment's needed to see what occurs.
Each time the Devil strikes at the I Am,
Exalted He makes us, our anger stirs.
The steps I take? Christ's Truth! In Him I grow.
The precious seed, His Word? In my earth sowed.

Cries and Prayers II

During the time I went to Massapequa Tabernacle, the church where Jessica Hahn attended and became ultra friendly with the pastor Gene Profeta, I was troubled by what I saw and prayed for the congregation, the pastor's wife and the pastor. Then the Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker scandal hit and I became apprised of his actions with Hahn and his indirect involvement with coaching her during the Bakker expose. The congregation never sought the truth. I wonder what would have happened if they did? The truth required a complicated response. I don't think the congregations was capable of it. They chose to believe a lie. Discovering the truth, all I could do was listen and be led of the inner witness and pray. This is just one of many sonnets written during that time attending the church 1986-1987.

Oh Father, Truth I want him to express.
A manly god, as god, a manly man.
You've made him and ordained him to...to address
Your Glory in Your garden as Your lamb.
And You have made a promise of Your son,
In Him to wed Your Church Christ bride in me.
And you don't lie with evil, dark, intent,
Or Change Your will for all eternity.
I know you Father, only I can trust
That which we both do share in Kingdom realms.
Those riches, sweet forevers never rust.
Oh,  prove Dear Lord, this promise to son Gene.
Destroy corruption and his soul redeem.

Cries and Prayers

Oh Father, do release my mind and heart
To work Your will in me to do Your work.
They're those who from You, they would hope I'd part.
They're those who'd see me destitute and hurt.
And though you've called them up to spiritual heights,
They linger in the shadows 'neath your realm.
Although you've given power, love and might,
They double-minded wish to take Your helm.
And You have painted such a truth to me.
And I so tiny, small and You so great,
And You have blinded eyes to I could see,
That You in me will stem their flood of hate.
Oh Lord, as you did smite by angel hands
Your Villains, do lift up this tiny lamb.

Heavenly Pastor, The Resurected Lamb

My Pastor's Grace is measured by His love,
So infinite so unconditional
Was priceless payment made by priceless blood,
To overcome Death's stones* traditional.
I see my Pastor's love for His Christ bride
Is limitless uncalculated want,
And yearning for us to be at His side,
To overthrow the Devil's hate-death haunts.
And Darkness' power can never separate
The love between us all that He has placed,
In hearts for Kingdom's Glory to create
Christ children whose dear birth in Him is traced.
We move in Him toward each in love and power.
Bestow God's light and love in His pure bower.

*stones: carnal Christians failing to follow Christ's inner witness and His Word

Nullification is Destroyed by Christ's Love

When some do pray, their words drop to the ground.
Do not to know the mercy of our Lord.
Do not with depths of love the Lord to sound.
Do not the fleshly sacrifice afford.
Our God recalls the living to His realm.
Restores with quickened Life what once was waste,
And steers the bark for He is at the helm,
Of yielded vessels who look on His face.
My Father is all Light and Mercy's grace.
No Death in Him. No darkness in His Light.
He's Love so infinite with gold so chased,
We overcome in Him in Christ we fight.
The love and light and life of Him is come.
Darkness, Death's hate force is overcome!

How Long? (4/2/87)

How long can you sustain a lying self?
How long must you feed garbage to your flock?
How long must cover ups break down your health?
How long must you kill sheep Christ's pure, Live stock?
How long must you convince yourself you're True
To Christ His faithful wife, the righteous sword,
Yet keep flesh pleasures, show the Harlot's view,
As if His prophets lie to shame the Lord.
How long this beating, stoning, hating of
The ones of Spirit, released to Christ control?
How long torment Jerusalem  above?
It seems in truth self hatred is your goal.
Oh Father where is justice for your lambs?
Who're beaten, murdered, stripped by  religious shams?

Despite (3/24/87)

Pastors and priests who are in conflict with their own walk in the Lord are struggling and oftentimes, instead of using the experience to help their congregants, lash out against them. If the congregants sense this, all they can do is pray and if led by the Lord, leave the church and return if the Lord guides them back or move on to another church after prayer and fasting.

Despite the strand of Hell on which you stand,
Despite the horrors that control your mind,
Despite the sorrows you've dealt with your hands,
Despite the lies and falseness of your kind,
Despite your calling Truth and Life disease,
Despite your hurting lambs and slaughtering them,
Despite your cankering all God's living trees,
Despite your cruel actions, sheep condemn,
Despite your calling crime a Christian Grace,
Despite your sanctions whereby saints denied,
Despite your shaming those who're pure of face,
Despite sin bloated soul that you've belied
I pray for you, that all will be revealed,
See Christ come in your soul, in Him be sealed.

Deny Christ's Love in Others? Discern After the Spirit.

One of the most humblest actions a church official can take is to acknowledge God's miracle of love in someone who was not birthed in Christ in that congregation. Pastors can become jealous over their flocks and can not be receptive to strangers, especially if they are not able to discern after the Spirit, a skill that must be honed after fasting, prayer and walking strictly by faith and guidance through God's word and the Word renewed inner voice. Off on any of these elements? Then discerning after the Spirit can not only be difficult but filled with error; good becomes bad, right becomes wrong, up becomes down, a wise man becomes a fool, and a liar and thief is trusted. In other words, one cannot tell a sheep from a wolf in sheep's clothing. Because people trusted their sight more than the inner Spirit, I often confused them because I did not "look the part" of the spiritual person. And that was the point. If one trusts one's sight "in the natural" he/she misses what the Lord is doing "after the Spirit."

The love you see in me you can't control.
It makes you act beyond your normal sense.
At times confusion in your mind takes hold,
And moves you round and knocks you off your fence.
Well, maybe Christ in me affects the way
Toward me you feel, and act,  and move, and think.
And maybe divine love is here to stay,
To push you toward that double dangerous brink.
And maybe what you prayed for me one night,
Is really prayer for you that I send back,
So He'll transform us both in glory's Light
And pin all Darkness' power on torment's rack.
Acknowledge Christ's love lives in me, a song.
Deny it? Face cruel Satan and his throng!

The Pearl

The pearl most precious formed in pain and toil
Is fragile, sweet in beauty, grace and love.
It's only worn by priests** and castes who are royal*
Because it represents God's had enough
Of spilling blood in righteousness and peace,
Sustaining hurts and miseries of death,
Of pouring out His wrath on purity
Of burning sacrifices to pay sin's debt.
Kings* and priests** strong seeds God planted when
He formed the spheres whirling out the end of time,
The only ones who're worthy that he sends
Can wear the pearl covering sublime.
For them Christ's love and faith beyond compare
Is formed in pain with blood so pure, so rare .

*kings: those who wear the spiritual crowns of Christ (i.e. Jesus' disciples)
**priests: spiritual holy men and women in Christ who walk by faith not by sight

Spiritual Rapture (not a material phenomenon as some portray)

Oh Jesus Christ is coming soon for those
Who live their faith and worship day by day.
The Lamb whose grace and mercy does disclose
God's love for all whose sins are ransom paid.
This raptured time to all's a mystery,
And God alone knows when the time's at hand.
He'll take us up. Immortal we will be,
Safe from the tribulations in the land.
And then O Israel's lights will shine the path
For martyred saints to follow in God's word.
And they will see the fullness of God's wrath
For worshipping the Beast who hates our Lord.
The Bride of Christ so soon will raptured be.
Receive our Lord so, too, Him you will see.

America

Beyond America does freedom ring?
Do bells of liberty bestow their wealth?
Or do the carnal ones in death-state sing,
And every fly and snake sting Christ in stealth?
Is freedom in our souls a foolish hope
To think about before one takes one's life?
Or is it Christ's Truth realm beyond earth's scope,
Achieved when golden* you've become His wife?
Is Truth ephemeral, not common sense,
A bloody lie, a doctrine of false thought?
Or is its power so great and so intense
It's known the moment that its Light is wrought?
Christ Freedom, Liberty and Truth come forth,
So we can see the Glory of the Lord.

*golden:  full of divine nature

Persecution of the Righteous

The lack of faith to be as Christ, a son
Does eat at one who knows the difference.
When knowing that the Light in Love has come,
Be unafraid to face this consequence!
But lack of faith would not be manifest
It it's surrounded by unrighteousness.
If everyone's alike in form and dress,
Then there's no seeing all are in distress..
The problem is when one comes in the Light,
Is not afraid to face the Devil down,
And stands for Christ and never stops the fight,
And lets no man* or devil steal his crown.
"Such contrast cannot be allowed," says man*.
"Let's stone him!" But that kingdom's built on sand.

*man and woman

Unfulfilled Purpose

People's lives are purposed, ordained Truth.
Shuttered, homeless, vagabonds we be
When innocent, pure goals we seek at youth
Become lost dreams and void's infinities.
The bend and sway of planets shapes our minds,
Our culture and proclivities of life.
Our minds, too, force sphere's orbits in like kind,
Spin round our energies and create strife.
We all are planets, satellites of suns,
Duped by an egotism insecure,
Of arrogance to deem ourselves to've won
Disregard the spiritual knowledge we've procured.
And thus, our souls are arkless, vacuum swept,
Disjoined from cosmic life, wandering, bereft.

God's Will Never Done

After a revelatory experience and need to return to my roots in Faith, I followed a circuitous route and ended up attending a number of churches birthed on LI from one ministry. If the root is noxious, then the branches are as well. I didn't know that at the time regarding the root of this ministry which is still operating on LI. That story is for another day. Suffice to say my eyes were opened spiritually, not because of the church or the ministry, but because I was seeking the Lord daily in prayer and truth. Actually, being in the church and singing in the choir became frustrating because of what I intuited happening behind the scenes. After a process of two years, I discovered I was right. The minister's will more than the Lord's was being done. The minister of the church that Jessica Hahn went to in Massapequa, NY was connected with Jessica Hahn in more ways than one. We'll leave it at that, though their connection is now public knowledge and a matter of record. And of course, he was and is married. Whether or not they completely conspired to bring down Jim Bakker maybe will never be known. Only God knows. In any case, this sonnet was written 4/28/87. Think Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker and PTL scandal and the minister of the church Jessica Hahn went to. (Hahn and the Pastor are still friendly, by the way. Old relationships never die; only old generals fade away.) Jim Bakker is thriving and well, thank God. I do believe he was set up and the media, anxious to tar and feather a preacher, was willingly, yet stupidly duped. Sometimes, I think the wrong preacher was tarred and feathered. The sonnet is NOT about Jim Bakker. It is about those (including ministers) who were judgmental and jealous of Bakker, contributed to his downfall and may have been happy that he was "tarred, feathered and run out of his ministry."

Perhaps you were appointed for crass deeds
To bring His purification of His sons.
Perhaps corruption is the fallen seed,
You do prefer lest God's will would be done.
And ignorance your lot and portion great,
And pride and evil's kingdom what you'd build
To reassure yourself your earthen state
Is what your worshipped idoled self does will.
And maybe satisfaction, joy and grace
Are shams instead of Word becoming Life.
Perhaps you do prefer a Death Mask face
Then supernatural justice, power, might.
Oh Father! Where' the fault within this kind?
My child, these say, "My will be done, not Thine."

Hypocrites Playing Church

In 1987 the evangelical church underwent a cataclysm from which it never recovered. It was the Tammy Faye and Jim Bakker debacle and Jerry Falwell, someone who was not an evangelical Christian sought a way to destroy someone he despised. Bakker allowed him to succeed and the Christian community suffered. At the time I was attending a church whose pastor was carnal, conflicted and unregenerate, but who was lost in this "preaching business" without a "way out."  The problem was he had lost his first love and had been misdirected by foul birds of the air (evil spirits) and other manifestations by not really seeking The Lord for a revelation. Without a vision people surely perish in carnality. This is dedicated to him and his followers, some of whom couldn't discern properly after The Spirit.

 Oh Lord, I see the maggots playing church,
Dressed for the funeral they dance, parade
Around the carcasses and dead flesh birds,
Whilst miming worship, steeped in bondage. Jades!
Oh so convinced are they of their great state,
Persuaded that their works have brought rewards,
Proclaiming knowledge that they're Heaven's gates
They preach like they have power in Christ's word.
Beyond the falseness, darkness of their dance,
Christ's Truth does Light my sight to see their games,
Swept up the public, charmed in their cruel trance,
They've alchemized the fake through "Jesus'  Name!"
The Word discerns these maggot preacher men.
In flames Truth's immolation brings their end.

Turning Point

 I was raised in the Baptist Church and knowing God's words in the Bible. I "accepted the Lord," at age 9. I always prayed. Did I understand what was being preached about God's love and sacrifice through Jesus' work on the cross? No. (I am still learning.) Through these years God was just "out there," and I was walking blindly unaware and afraid of my own shadow and inner hypocrisies. In college there were events that occurred which prompted a revelation: first that Satan existed and was real. I mean SATAN REALLY EXISTS. The conclusion? If Satan is real, then God is even more REAL and ALIVE and I had a choice. After the revelation, after the choice, I was never the same again. My eyes, were opened. And though at times, I tried to dismiss, overthrow or seek another way, Christ's Way was was the only one for me.

When Satan offered me the world's kingdoms,
I fled from him to Christ in joyful prayer.
Received the revelation that the Living Son
Had visited me when seeing Hell's despair.
And after my firm choice to follow Christ
Then Hell did seek to thwart my love in Him, 
My joy and peace that I knew God's real life
Was flooding all my being forgiving sins.
Then poured Christ's suffering blood! The shattered I,
Was broken then remade in purity.
Became a Living Christ child to defy
All Satan's world through Christ's sure Liberty.
The work begun to smash the Devil's realms
Is made complete. Now Christ steers this ark's healm.

Money Preachers

A number of pastors on LI preach the prosperity gospel. Its popular allure in the economic downturn, is a boon for the collection plate because to "get" from the Lord you have to "give" sacrificially to the pastor, God' representative. For those who are nearing the poverty level, oftentimes, multicultural populations, this may sound logical after hearing another derivative of the message, another iteration of the Biblical verse, Luke 6:38, "Give and it shall be given to you, pressed down shaken together shall men give unto your bosom."

 The New Testament, especially, is uplifting and overcoming. However, it's quite another bowl of sauerkraut to interpret most scripture as uplifting toward monetary riches. Well being is what the good news gospel is all about; it brings us through good times and bad. Men and women of wealth who have risen from one class to the next (Oprah, Gates, Buffet) were motivated not by riches but by a passion for the thing they loved doing. From my churchy experiences which I will share at some point, I found that pastors did not exhibit a love either for preaching, their sheep or the gospel "business." It was mostly a frustration. It should have been a blessing, despite the ups and downs which always do come for all, even for the entitled: i.e. the Queen of England, George Soros, the Rothchildes and Lloyd Blankfein.

                      Mad Money Pastors
When pastors preach prosperity "for" the Lord
When they cast down and prostitute His Word,
When they demand your payment to afford,
Materialistic lifestyles, showy lures,
When they would sell their body, soul and mind,
For cash and coin to vaunt their vision of
Their self, spectacular and so "refined,"
To "represent" the glory of Christ's love,
When they demand a luxurious life estate
And treasured artifacts then entertain
Whoresons and pimps who'd hang Christ on a stake
And maul His sheep without one thought of shame.
Such pastor Philistines do worship Baal.
Oh Christ! Your Light of Truth their souls impale!

Hypocrites: Carnal Pastors

 True repentance leads to true peace, love and joy. When one is a half-hearted Christian still repeating the same tormenting mistakes, the same regretful actions, like a whirlwind that catches up a house and destroys it, their soul is stretched with guilt, denial and arrogance. I've seen churchmen stand at the pulpit and pray, not believing for either themselves or their congregants. I have seen them go through the motions, acting their way through the sermon, but none of the repetitive words coming out of their mouths cleanse and change their lives. As a result, becoming bloated with sin, eventually their "actions" incriminate themselves and someone blows the whistle.

Jerry Falwell's gluttony superseded his pure walk in Christ. His carnality was evident on his body. His heart gave out from the strain. Jimmy Swaggart condemned sinners and was adept at hiding his own addiction from himself and his relationship with the Lord until a whistleblower found him out. W.V. Grant, Gene Profeta (minister of Jessica Hahn's church) Benny Hinn and others were exposed for their financial irregularities and Grant and Profeta went to jail. Jesus railed against the pharisees who placed burdens on the people and were bloated with sin themselves.

When whoresons pray no blood for cleansing's found
No purity have they to face the Lord
Defiled their prison house, unclean, unsound.
Of doubt and doublemind and unwhole Word
Unsteady markmanship their thoughts betray
The Lord can't hear their pleas. He knows them not.
No sacrifice of love in pig pen's sty.
Of prodigal way their law damned souls do rot
And yet, the law fulfilled is the only way
The Father then does see and hear their cry
In double paradox of death arrayed
They're lost from Him as Him they do defy.
Their blood must drop and drain instead of Christ's
For trashing Christ pure blood, torment's the price.

You Can't Believe For Others

One of my biggest frustrations was when praying for family and friends, so wanting them to be prayer partners or just believers in Christ. I am the only one in my family who believes in Christ, prays in tongues, and has spiritual gifts, recognizing that the fruit of the spirit is how to discern fellow believers. Actually, I am maverick Christian. I do not "follow" the political tenets of evangelical Christianity, adhering to every wind and doctrine that "the group" listens to and abides in. I am guided by prayer and the inner witness. In any case, I have learned to "wait on the Lord" with regard to family and friends and be lead of His Spirit, using wisdom, knowing when to "open my mouth" or be silent, and especially knowing it's not my work that counts, it's His and He has a time for everything. My time is inconsequential and immaterial. Norman McClean demonstrates this beautifully in his work A River Runs Through It made into a film of the same title directed by Robert Redford. The film always makes me cry at the end...for the family, my family and the poignancy of love. All we can do is love our families, pray for them and wait on the Lord to do the rest.

Hence, the poem below. We can never judge or imagine how someone will come to Christ. Indeed, we may be surprised to learn who is with Him after they passed. In the last, the thief on the cross believed...and he was a thief. In that instance, belief spoke louder than his previous actions.


                           You Can't Believe For Others

You can't believe for others if in Christ they're not ordained.
The lesson's hard the lesson's true, but it will keep you sane..
The faith that God drops in your heart is sacrificed with pain,
Because the joy that follows fast will bring the latter rain.

The paradox of life's extremes is only balanced when,
You se beyond your shallow dreams to understand God's plan.
Ordained your footsteps, actions ordained the Truth will be revealed.
You need to know Satan personally before the Lord's revealed..

To see your prayers come to pass words you once spoke were death,
You must fight God with all you strength to abide in His Life's breath.
To be a righteous holy one you have to pay Law's debts.
You have to be a pharisee before you'll be Christ's strength.

Now if your sight is inbetween then what you need to do
Is move to one or the other extreme then balance will come to you.
The men whose limbs do stride the fence are paralyzed can't move. 
The violent ones who know life's done begin new life in Truth.