Were you there?

My Lord…

Ash-fallen foreheads

refused to see her slim unfitness

to truly care for or otherwise foster the baby boy

a precious toddler seated perfectly

except when she slapped and shook him

cursed him

threatened to desert him

or ‘tear [his] little ___ up cause [she] don’t give a ____ who sees’


My stop had come

and I seized

to take a 30 ft. flight through the crowd to fight

rage we shared for different reasons

or just complement his sweet face and wish her a better day

on the way out

Sometimes honey tempers vinegar

Other times fire forces evaporation


Instead, no words

His silence proved he, two, had already learned to cope with her madness

the seed of what would one day grow into deep anger or compassion

while i copped out on the side of not

directing another one to a labyrinthine system

to get to work

for a labyrinthine system…


Why did i hesitate to lay down my life for this innocent

when I’ve taken the fall for the guilty

An under one-minute eternity made a fool of me

having diffused more in less Time.


The new computers came

after we spent the morning

reviewing an outdated curriculum

marked by highlighters and intentions to fight the negative stimuli

dulling our students towards diseases and the odds

of babies having babies.

Hypocrisy


Regardless of whether any of us make it

where we’d like to go

on the road taken

a loving heart is bypassed

while some mother may be celebrated

and at least one son of a wo/man has already suffered enough.

Good night. 



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💡#SOwattage: By Any Other? No. (#Saturdaymorning #devotional)

Humanities scholars or just fans of poetry from Shakespeare and hip-hop are likely to be among those eager to support the sweetness of roses for what they are, not what they’re named.

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Their argument, if confined only to the “Romeo and Juliet” literary work, has merit. One step outside of that context and the general function of phonics seems to offer a serious hook if not real content.

Of fishing for consumption, for instance, a strait (as in Bering, not burying depending on your hometown’s accent) might look and sound perfect for the job. It can’t and shouldn’t fulfill the same purpose as a straight, baited line cast therein by the skilled hand nor does it account for the hungry believer and/or professional’s direct trod to the water source.

Certainly, it does no justice as a jacket in this regard, either.

However…

28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. (Romans 8, KJV)

In His Son alone, we find that all these things converge for His Glory. He Is:

  • Living Water
  • fish (catcher/foreman/mass distributor)
  • via the Holy Spirit, what draws us who navigate & swim about the world right on in
  • the narrow Way forsaking other gods’ vain imaginings
  • our carriage or company in the Walk, and
  • peace that defies conventional understanding, calms our rages & helps us hold it together;

truly Being All to all people as the apostle Paul teaches us to imitate, making chaste the life behind us.

That being said, since He Knows and calls us by ours, shouldn’t we also “kiss the Son” by honoring His rightful Name? According to many, Christ is allegedly an elevated title conferred to more than one throughout the ages and Jesus, also a common name among some cultures, is said to have derived from Greek and Hebrew variants such as Iesous, Yashaya(h) and Yeshua. The name also has its connections to thunder/lightning god Zeus, but that’s another story. In my darkest hours, calling no other Name than Jesus has been my reprieve. God alone Knows that. The accuser and followers will pretend, tease & call crazy those whom God implores to call on Him.

That part of the enemy’s tricks is so bothersome! Any so-called average person would take offense to a date or lover who expected them to answer to an incorrect name. How dare we believe or expect less from the Alpha & Omega? Needless to say, the enemy prides itself on influencing us to engage

  • anger
  • accusation
  • condemnation
  • scare or shame tactics
  • confusion, and sneakily dangerous in this information age,
  • a lukewarm neutrality or false peace that politely wants to agree with everybody.

To constantly dial the wrong number hearing only self, speak incorrectly (or worse, insincerely) and not converse with or cry out to Him at all forces the Beloved into legalistic, rigid and diminished relationship with Our Redeemer. It behooves us to comprehend, then, that any other name and the response from using it is not promised to be sweet.

Despite our birth names and all we/others have done to fit, improve & sully them, what matters most is when and what He calls us—softly or harshly but all-ways uniquely to our qualities via a nature only He Knows will reach us. Then, His True Name (and y/ours) will be written on our hearts never to be removed without our placing and keeping hands in the brier, so to speak.

Disobedience and rushing get thorns[*], some of which may manifest through (not necessarily of) those so close we least expect it. Commitment to grace, holiness and purity in patience beholds and allows us to, in turn, present roses to Him then to what we hope is a growing number of those able to recognize His fragrance. Let’s make sure we truly listen, Love Him, take His hand and apply His Word like Life depends on it.

It does.

May The Sovereign God guide, bless and keep you according to His Will.

#KBDYB

* #HolySpirit #drinKing *

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take off your cool, babe.

never let your heart leave Him

or His, you, lukewarm.

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💡#SOwattage: When He Knocks… #Faith of Our (#Found and) Fathers

[S]eek after it and you will find. Continue to knock and the door will be opened for you.

I am the gate; whoever enters through Me will be liberated, will go in and go out, and will find pastures. The thief approaches with malicious intent, looking to steal, slaughter, and destroy; I came to give life with joy and abundance.

Now pay attention; I am standing at the door and knocking. If any of you hear My voice and open the door, then I will come in to visit with you and to share a meal at your table, and you will be with Me.

Matthew 7:7, John 10:9-10, Revelation 3:20 (VOICE)


When I felt strong enough / I was discovered by the Love / I had been waiting for so long / You told me none of that was real / I cannot hide how low I feel / to know that you were never wrong

You broke me / and taught me / to truly hate myself / Unfold me / and teach me / how to be like somebody else

You’re lost & found / Fallen out my faith / Broken down

~ from “Lost & Found” by Lianne la Havas


We the people, male and female, are the results of both natures’ agreement. Especially in what’s considered the third millennium, this isn’t always manifest from the amicable, bubbly marriage of a man and woman’s first marriage that leads to immaculate conception and birth after wedlock. Unfortunately, agreement only refers to the successful physical and chemical reaction in this regard.

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Recent Pew Center research of U.S. family structures seem to suggest that God most consistently blessed the ‘child’ who’s used to being left alone. Those of antiquity to today’s Aleppo might beg to differ.

 

If scientific “advances” continue to have their way, we may one day leap from the lily pad of artificial insemination practices or so-called test tube offspring once reserved for breeding farm animals at a higher amount and rate of commercial production (i.e. slaughter), still requiring male and female sex cells, to the route of bacteria and fungi’s asexual reproduction. After all, we are quite the proud and capitalistic DIY culture, no? To my limited knowledge, unless it’s a matter of vital records that easily go missing in exile or crime, there was only one extraordinarily born to no father or mother as Melchizedek was written to have been. Oh, what a ‘fore and aftertaste… .

Like those species whose mature eat their young or old symbology depicting the head of beast nature somehow sustaining itself by chasing and devouring its tail, we the people at times appear hard-wired for self-destruction. One example of this “get ’em” gene witnessed moreso in the (affect shaped by the) cold, pressurized hustle & bustle environment of some urban Petri dishes lies in the narrative many a modern man has presented to enough women in the name of subduing or shaming the collective her.

The proverbial construction workers’ disrespectful expletives are said to follow what’s registered as a nasty attitude or rude rejection via lady passersby’s protective silences. Unjust as the likes of such men, some are quick to deem (and doom) any woman unwilling to accept or place trust in frequent curses, spitting, imbalanced supplies/demands and false or secretive methods as the result of involuntarily lacking an earthly father’s presence.

Never mind the fact that they often denounce, disrespect or drain any authority except their own including their fathers and may struggle to properly discipline and maintain the respect of sons or other creative offspring. Something in the mortal heart/mind set on playing God by attempting to play another will always have difficulty respecting and acknowledging the Being of God living and moving in different ways through all. As expressed in previous posts, s/he who feels above pleasing or reasoning with their earthly parent(s) or offspring are likely to find it that much more difficult to see with natural eyes, past artists’ depictions, and truly honor the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

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“When parties end, clean-up’s not immediate.”

Needless to say, many family structures and dynamics throughout time make ease of respect, or even relationship, a challenging prospect. Any of us might have the option to pick a serious bone if the angry, Biblical first brother Cain was our daddy though the deadbeat label pales in comparison to that of jealous murderer. Representing the seventh generation from Genesis, his son Enoch [*/worksheet] would also have the option to simply walk well with God as of the Godly blessing that follows the sixth number of the human, will; the flesh that He loves and chastises as necessary. Who feels it, knows.

In hopeful honor of His Sovereignty, including the not-so-gentle ways more popular as the designated day (?!) for mundane love nears, a poem discovered some years ago via the Transformation Garden blog emerges. May the glimpse of God’s Love and Wrath in totality, before Eternity, help us to enter the Door that He is and eventually continue on a path worthy of Glory.

 

Hard God

“Candles and rose light

through cathedral glass

poorly define Him.

No gentle picker of pale

violets in grass.

No wandering shepherd

breathing wisdom and hymns

in shaded vale.

Let it pass.

I serve a hard God.

Liken Him to a raging fire.

Remember Him

forcing Pharaoh higher

to cliff’s edge,

then to churning sea;

see him swallowing Korah

in an extemporaneous tomb;

recall His intended pyre

to be built

from His erring

but chosen sons,

quenched only by Moses’ plea.

I serve a hard God.

He walks a stern path

through the earth.

His voice roars

in thunder,

giving birth

to terror;

oceans leap

in His wake

waves are hurled

mountains quake –

desolations are His footprints

in the world.

He is hard

and His way was stone,

touch and free

from gentility

like nails

driven through bone

and splintered to a tree.

He thunders and kills

from below, in, above;

He consumes all dross.

He is stern

like love

and hard

like a cross.”

Venus ~ Hot ‘n’… Victorian?

(Illustration: “Venus on the Half Shell” by Lynn Coleman)

Touch it.

Mastamet-Mason, A. (2014). The Saartjie Baartman’s Body Shape versus the Victorian Dress: The Untold African Treasures. Scientific Research Publishing. Retrieved October 14, 2014, from http://www.scirp.org/journal/PaperInformation.aspx?PaperID=49224#.VD3Zw56JOuY