The story of Jesus
So easy to explain
After they crucified him,
A woman, she claimed his name
The story of Jesus
The whole Bible knows
Went all across the desert
And in the middle, he found a rose
There should be no questions
There should be no lies
He was married ever happily after
All the tears we cry
No use in arguing
All the use to the man that moans
When each man falls in battle
His soul it has to roam
Angles of heaven
Flying saucers to some,
Made Easter Sunday
The name of the rising sun
The story is written
By so many people who dared,
To lay down the truth
To so very many who cared
To carry the cross
Of Jesus and beyond
We will guide the light
This time with a woman in our arms
We as men
Can’t explain the reason why
The woman’s always mentioned
At the moment that we die
All we know
Is God is by our side,
And he says the word
So easy yet so hard
I wish not to be alone,
So I must respect my other heart
Oh, the story
Of Jesus is the story
Of you and me
No use in feeling lonely,
I am searching to be free
The story
Of life is quicker
Than the wink of an eye
The story of love
Is hello and goodbye
Until we meet again.
I know that there’s a reason why I need to be alone
I know that there’s a silent place that I can call my own
Is it mine? Oh, Lord, is it mine?
You know I get so weary from the battles in this life
And as many times it seems that you’re the only hope in sight
Is it mine?
Oh, Lord, is it mine?
When everything’s dark, and nothing seems right, You don’t have to win, and there’s no need to fight
I never cease to wonder at the cruelty of this land
But it seems a time of sadness is a time to understand
Is it mine?
Oh, Lord, is it mine?
When everything’s dark, and nothing seems right, You don’t have to win, and there’s no need to fight
If only I could find a way
To feel your sweetness through the day
The love that shines around me could be mine
So give us an answer, won’t you?
We know what we have to do
There must be a thousand voices trying to get through
You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
We are all children of God. As was written, seek, that we may be called,
that we may become one, as sons and daughters –
as Jesus Christ our savior taught.
They say:
We’ve seen the Light.
We are here – to show, to Lead (away).
And then:
After realizing certain power[s],
They overcome, perhaps oppress,
For those claims must have results —
Even if their singular Path can only be realized, judged, and ruled
In and from exclusive Towers.
For us, they are the “Chosen” —
So some say.
Yet, many reason, and may wonder – Someday:
Revelation 17:14 These shall make war with the Lamb, and the Lamb shall overcome them: for he is Lord of lords, and King of kings: and they that are with him are called, and chosen, and faithful.
Our roots drink from a soil of renewed casting;
Drunk (in a past),
Yet soon to be fulfilled (everlasting).
Our trunks are girded with layered shields –
Armored, that we may weather this ground
(As beacons among fields).
Our branches are gifted as arms –
Reaching up and out;
Stemmed, intricate connections overcome all drying doubts.
Our leaves provide an enveloping canopy
(Where rain kisses these lips).
Veins flow in unison –
Accepting and open to all quenching tips.
This body prepares us for answers –
Of what will be sent;
Wholly planted, we shall share in reasons –
Of what the stages meant.
The Sun leads us through seasons –
Of sustenance, growth, thirst.
Light, that we may seed, shines evenly –
So the last may become first.
A cycle gives us chances to discover
An abundance of everything in need;
Eventual to a pattern –
Within time is a setting – Where those called shall be freed.
Daniel 12: 2 And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.
Eagle flew out of the night – He was something to observe Came in close,
I heard a voice Standing stretching every nerve – I had to listen had no choice I did not believe the information – Just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom, boom “Son,” he said, “Grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.” (Hey back home) – To keeping silence I resigned My friends would think I was a nut – Turning water into wine . . .
Happiness, fulfillment, passion,
The exclusive,
The uplifting gifts, shared:
How can they be more than imagined –
If the past plucks, grounds us
To a plane of the never to be dared?
Believing –
In wonders,
In seeking further,
In a continuance of realizing dreams –
Indeed,
This may lead us – to everything.
Where there is hope
There can be growth,
For these are the buds that spirit wings.
Where there is a song,
There can be singing –
If we accept awakenings of chance.
Rewards are for the soaring –
As we unfold, embrace,
In another cleansing flight, and dance.
Sunrise
Bless my eyes
Catch my soul
Make me whole again
Sunrise, new day
Hear my song
I’m tired of fightin’
And foolin’ around
But from now on
Till who knows when
My sword will be my friend
And I’ll love you, love you
For all of my time
In the(opening)woods they found one, and another. Unforgiving landscapes of former trails had left them withdrawn, yet anxious – to awaken (once again). Life, in description of their past, was (partially) possible in terms of anticipating realized dreams. Then, to spite transitory evolutions, they ran through an enveloping forest – into eternal paths of embracing possibilities. Trials of time had judged, ruled, become circular fates, as if it was a natural passing of dates. Yes, theirs, “for [many] a season,” traveled darkly – while Hope, the survival key, lent shelves selfishly. Though separations (directions) had moved them among similar destinies, here, beyond the (fading) trees, they would truly meet.
It was a search (so to speak) for everlasting youth. Following, came mornings of ever-spinning truth. Two drank current instants together — conversed with the sun. And she softly questioned reason: “Of this, what will become?” He answered passionately: “Truth is forever done!” In that presence, Light shone upon reality. Cups filled with wonder; they began to reach. She smiled with the glowing (of their newfound peaks). He listened, soared, and returned – without retreat. A clearing welcomed each dawning; these paths were beyond defeat. Two (who were wandering) grew in acceptance, in fulfillment, of what (more) would (promisingly) be.
Last night was our anniversary, White Wolf.
And, last night you left this world.
It was a “Holy Union,”
Yet certain provisions never unfurled.
You were “My Everything,”
My spiritual wife,
My best friend,
All that was intertwined (and left) in my life.
Our Love will go on, forever –
Though, until I see (and hear) you again,
The eternity promised
Will never be the first day, to begin.
Blessed Anne Catherine Emmerich:“Is notable for her visions on the life and passion of Jesus Christ, reputed to be revealed to her by the Blessed Virgin Mary under religious ecstasy.”
~+~ Video is in dedication to Saint Joan of Arc + Lorraine (who should be regarded as a Saint) ~^~
These passages are in love, honor, and memory of Lorraine Travis(with ongoing inspirations). She gave (and shared) some of the Greatest Gifts with me — many of which most would never believe. Respectively, if ever a (second) chance shall be given (with renewed seasons and circumstances), in turn, a sharing as much as possible with the world regarding what wholly debilitating challenges as well as infallible visionary experiencesshe went through is intended. A prayer: If I fail to do the latter, may others, collectively, or someone else, individually, be able to make this come true (in and from the Spirit). 09/23/2016
~+~
“Being Conscious of Miracles Attracts More of Them”:From the heart of the core miracle, through each connected (or lighted) realm, there are both natural and purposely provided paths. In association, our spirits (as guided by exploring/opening minds with pristine callings) have the ability to make these journeys (in truth) – where, beyond our earthly settings, even the physical may follow through.
Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
While they’re standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion
Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Poor people gonna rise up
And get their share
Poor people gonna rise up
And take what’s theirs
Don’t you know
You better run, run, run
Oh I said you better
Run, run, run
Cause finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin’ bout a revolution
Yes, finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin’ bout a revolution
Talkin’ bout a revolution
Don’t you know
Talkin’ about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
And finally the tables are starting to turn
Yes, finally the tables are starting to turn
“‘I saw the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. 26 Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will live in hope, 27 because you will not abandon me to the grave, nor will you not let your Holy One see me decay. 28 You have made known to me the paths of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence.’
Look at them,
And how they fall.
There must be a past tied to the present –
Predetermined through Divination,
For those so oppressed,
For those beyond our call.
Why else would they fail,
And never breach our stature?
One side must have turned.
One tide must have churned –
Maybe written a way, a destiny,
In this, their Books of Life?
Though, to an effect
It was surely written:
“[They shall be] afflicted.”
And still, the message remains conflicted.
Some certainly blind simply choose –
When, what, where to see.
What about other passages –
Written complexly?
For here, there are two sides, opposing –
With One goal (infinitely):
For here, in each and every direction,
Where all awakenings could surely breathe –
Within us:
Two sides,
And beyond –
Another two;
From four corners
To a Center – (Truth).
Four poles:
Above us,
Below us,
To that which is Right,
And (at times), where it is left.
Yet always, there is a Center,
A Vine holding us together –
An offering branch,
As a heart (withstanding)
In every season of weather.
Within us,
All sides can be reached.
And without,
All tides may arrive (at times),
As possibilities to seek.
Above,
Below,
Within,
Without,
One goal –
Without a doubt.
Four triangles,
The building blocks –
A crystal,
A Trinity –
The foundation rocks;
A past story, chapters,
A future,
The Center knocks.
Who are we to judge
The poor and oppressed –
Those downtrodden,
Seemingly failed in success?
Which sides must have yearned?
Which tides must have burned
In these distinctive paths –
Whose Books appear to mirror a certain wrath?
Was it a choice, or choices –
From the dark, or of the Light?
Was it free will –
From a Spark, or of the night?
Was it from a sentence,
Or of a guided plight?
In all directions –
Where many stories may be spurned,
What questions?
Which questions?
And what more could be learned?
Who are we to judge –
Beyond ourselves,
While watching
In every season of weather?
Overall,
One circle, One Vine
(Offering a branch from a heart to a hand)
Is holding us together.
Alpha,
Omega,
The falls
In between –
The little ones,
The calls,
Our witnessing.
These are personal paths,
Individual,
Yet collective.
Should we sentence,
Beyond ourselves?
And where are we connected?
Across,
Between,
Side to side,
Listening.
An eventide,
A Light – all-encompassing.
Other questions:
Are we truly growing?
Overall,
What is the Reason –
And where are we going?
Wherever we may end up,
Whatever our current stake (in Life),
Let us focus – again.
If not,
How many chapters upon others
Are we to rule, to begin?
The rich –
So often lost;
Mansions on hills,
Comfort, but at what cost?
The poor –
So often in drought;
Digging modern Niles,
Yet still, so many never doubt.
Some certainly blind simply choose –
When, what, where to see.
And yes, they are watching;
Is it eventide?
Is it all-encompassing?
Is it collective –
Overall?
Do the little ones have questions,
Voices,
Answers,
To our calls?
Looking up (oftentimes),
The poor may bleed;
From their eyes the rich are set:
“Yea, they have no needs.
They are like kings, or queens –
And to them, we are weeds.”
Looking down (oftentimes),
The rich may seed;
From their eyes the poor are met:
“Yea, they have no reeds.
They are like needles –
And to them, we are freed.”
“Judge not, that ye be not judged” –
Prophets, the Bible,
The Son says.
Open up,
Let the rivers flow;
Accept the Vine
(As a branch),
And welcome all that follows.
Alpha,
Omega,
The falls
In between –
The little ones,
The calls,
Our witnessing.
Above,
Below,
Within,
Without,
One goal –
Without a doubt.
In Heaven:
The Father,
The Word,
The Holy Ghost –
(One).
In Earth:
The Spirit,
The Water,
The Blood,
(One).
Looking up.
Looking down.
A cross in between.
A Book of Lives.
Witnessing.
Above us,
Below us,
To that which is Right –
Judge not,
Trudge not,
And there is Sight.
Let us sing:
The Life.
The Breath.
To all that was,
To all that is left –
You are the Miracle,
All that is Right,
All that is to be,
All that is Light.
You are everything –
A beginning, an end.
To Thee,
Prayers we send.
Of Thee,
On knees we bend.
You are everything;
You are the One;
My Father,
Our Father,
And The Son.
You are the Foundation –
And in time,
Twice begun.
In their own image,
Their world is fashioned.
No wonder they don’t understand.
Science, like nature,
Must also be tamed
With a view towards its preservation.
Given the same
State of integrity,
It will surely serve us well.
Art as expression,
Not as market campaigns
Will still capture our imaginations.
Given the same
State of integrity,
It will surely help us along.
The most endangered species,
The honest man,
Will still survive annihilation.
Forming a world
State of integrity,
Sensitive, open and strong.
Wave after wave will flow with the tide, and bury the world as it does.
Tide after tide will flow and recede, leaving life to go on as it was. . . .
Blood in the sand, a cry in the street
Now the cycle is nearly complete
Ten thousand years, and nothing was learned
No turning back, now the wheel has turned
Big Brother is watching and he likes what he sees
A world for the taking, when he’s ready to squeeze
The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same
The difference between us is a part of the game
Soothsayer saying now tell me no lies
What is this madness that is filling the skies
Spreading like wildfire, fallin’ like rain
Though they may promise, they only bring pain
Here:
Eternal eyes welcome passage. Here is Truth.
Open with care, that which is naked (as hearts).
Once embraced,
Why must certain invitations tear those apart?
Now: Chance, choose, while dreams arise (in destinies). Now is the time.
Search, as told to seek;
If one’s soul accepts,
The Guidance will be complete.
Where: Revolutions of spheres spin distinction; Where intuition speaks,
There is direction.
Lines are often drawn –
As intrinsic Art paints triads of reflection.
Then:
Awakenings answer absolute wondering. Then, there is belief.
No longer wander beneath purity, light.
The journey arcs in ascensions;
Elation takes flights.
Here is the truth that invites. Now is the chance to realize. Where is the Art that replies? Then is the answer to the search (for what guides).
Desperation shows its ugly face in many ways
No one can escape the times we live in
The answers are so simple
And we all know where to look
It’s easier
Just to avoid the question
Hello my friend, we meet again
It’s been awhile, where should we begin?
Feels like forever
Within my heart are memories
Of perfect love that you gave to me
Oh, I remember
When you are with me, I’m free
I’m careless, I believe
When the dragons grow too mighty
To slay with pen or sword
I grow weary of the battle
And the storm I walk toward
When all around is madness
And there’s no safe port in view
I long to turn my path homeward
To stop awhile with you
When life becomes so barren
And as cold as winter skies
There’s a beacon in the darkness
In a distant pair of eyes
In vain to search for order
In vain to search for truth
But these things can still be given
Your love has shown me proof
Madrigal: Neil Peart
Approaching Shores
A modest man from Mandrake
Traveled rich to the city
He had a need to discover
A use for his newly-found wealth
Because he was human, because he had goodness
Because he was moral they called him insane
Delusions of grandeur, visions of splendor
A manic depressive, he walks in the rain
Eyes wide open
Heart undefended
Innocence untarnished
Cinderella man
Doing what you can
They can’t understand
What it means
Hang on to your plans
Try as they might
They cannot steal your dreams
Regardless of denomination: According to the canonical gospels of Matthew, Mark and Luke, Jesus spent 40 days fasting in the desert — where he endured temptation by satan. Ash Wednesday marks the beginning of this 40-day liturgical period of prayer and fasting.
Ash Wednesdays
Challenges and Ashes
Parable of the Faithful Servant
“To whomever much is given, of him will much be required;
and to whom much was entrusted, of him more will be asked.”
In memory of a shield and a cross: Daniel 12:2
And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.
The Resurrection of the Dead
1. And in those days shall the earth also give back that which has been entrusted to it,
And Sheol also shall give back that which it has received,
And hell shall give back that which it owes.
When I was a little child,
and dwelling in my kingdom of my father’s house,
and in the riches and luxuries of my teachers,
I was living at ease.
[Then] from our home in the East,
after they had made preparations,
my parents sent me forth.
[…]
Then they made with me an agreement,
and they inscribed it in my heart so that it would not be forgotten:
“If [you would go] down into Egypt
and bring [back] the one pearl,
which is in the middle of the sea
surrounded by the hissing serpent,
then you will put on your glorious garment
and your toga which rests (is laid) over it.
And with your brother, our second in command,
you will be heir in our kingdom.”
In nativity, Hope clings to safety; Its Lifeline is a chord, bedded and awash by the sea. Without projection, A Drifting eludes the tides of uncertainty. In Creativity, Hope floats, surfaces – As Uprising floods draw near. The womb is abandoned – As the Creator’s thirst overwhelms fear. Here, Through affirming admissions, When Fluid, When Faith guides – Hope labors, then delivers ascension. Follow. Let it Breathe. These sails swell with Awakenings. What is possible when One Believes? Nature. Nurture. Horizons rain possibilities. The cresting waves may set us Free? If cast aside, A veiled anchor drags the Radiance With the depths of dormancy. To be drenched in the Rapture of Reality – Or to be dry with bitter complacency. Another time? Another life? Maybe?
Ephesians: 4-6 There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called to one hope when you were called; one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.
Hold On Don’t you recall what you felt When you weren’t alone Someone who stood by your side A face you have known Where do you run when it’s too much to bear Who do you turn to in need When nobody’s there Outside your door he is waiting Waiting for you Sooner or later you know He’s got to get through No hesitation and no holding back Let it all go and you’ll know You’re on the right track
Ephesians: 14
Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves,
and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the
cunning and craftiness of people in their deceitful scheming.
Never Surrender
Modern apathetics; you got plenty of nothing to say
Some are born to follow: some will make their own way
Today you found a hero tomorrow you’ll forget
You’re lookin’ for convenient truth you haven’t found it yet
Never Surrender – we cannot be denied Never Surrender – spread your wings and fly
Revelation 7:14
And I said unto him, Sir, thou knowest. And he said to me, These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
“Glimpse[s]”
“To pass beyond is what I seek, I fear that I may be too weak
And those are few who’ve seen it through to glimpse the other side.”
When I was very young so many songs were sung
So much wasted time on an uphill climb
But you where always there, a feeling in the air
There was nothing to fear you were so near
Now you are here once again
As I stand in your presence
I can feel the quiet patience of your gaze
Like an old superstition
You are haunting all my dreams and waking days
(Chorus)
All my life I knew you were waiting, revelation anticipating
All is well, the search is over, let the truth be known
Let it be shown (give me a glimpse of home)
There’s no resisting you among the chosen few
It’s so hard to be sure, it’s so hard to endure
And when I hear your voice
I know I have the choice
To pursue an ideal, something so real
Now I’ve got nothing to lose
As I see your reflection
All the answers I desire become so clear
Like a page that is turning
I can look into the future without fear
You’re in my rock and roll, you’re in my very soul
Though it’s heavy to bear, it’s a feeling so rare
And it’s a mystery, the way it’s meant to be
Can we ever know, we’re moving so slow
There ain’t enough time in the world
As I reach up the ladder
There is something ever higher to perceive
Like a fire that is burning
In my heart I know I surely must believe
It’s Who You Are
Being Conscious of Miracles Attracts More of Them:
From the heart of the core miracle, through each connected/lighted realm, there are both natural and purposely provided paths. In association, our spirits (as guided by exploring/opening minds and pristine callings) have the ability to make these journeys (in truth) – where, beyond earthly settings, even the physical follows through.
To my Love, my“Joan of Arc”: At pristine times, you were a messenger –
of the greatest “Glimpse[s].”
At present times, we are continued –
among the messages.
Thank You For Everything You Have Done – And Will Do, Our Savior Jesus Christ and Our Father, the One.
My Sword: “In His Name; For His Glory”:
Every Day, Every Night, Every Moment, Every Light – For Every Thing: I Thank You – Forever and Ever: Amen ~+~
My Heart: In Your Names; For Your Glory:
For Everything You Did for Me, For Everything You Did for Us, For Everything You Will Do – As Another Gift – Whatever I Can Give, Will Be: “In His Name; For His Glory.” Forever and Ever: “Eternity Is Only The Beginning.” Amen ~+~
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