Trilog[ies]: Hard Rains Fall

April 24, 2019

+Trains

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony

I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Songs and Faith +3

When He Returns


An Inspiration

December 16, 2018

An Inspiration; A Meditation;
A Focus:

In His presence; In His domain:
All that is good;
Only what is good;
And, everything else is on the outside.

For in the past, what was not shed was shed for them.
For now, and the future, what is not shed will be shed for us.

When we are “clothed in fine linen, white and clean” what remains? :
All that is good;
Only what is good;
And, everything else is on the outside.

There is only one God – over All.
There is only one Son – over us All.
Amen.

Cleansed and Clothed +
White Cross - Clothed Within+


Daniel 3:18 (But Even If)

September 9, 2018

But even if He does not, let it be known to you, O king, that we are
not going to serve your gods or worship the golden image. . . . +++

I Will +++September Butterflies +3I Am - Always+

My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all;
and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand.


Good Fridays: Why? When?

April 3, 2015

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:

~^~Good Fridays (When)

Gifts and Rams

Ring Them Bells

All Sides (One Goal)


Another Tide (Coincides)

April 12, 2014

Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God: and I will write upon him my new name. Revelation 3:12

Another Tide (Coincides)

Rising Tides
Rising Tides
Easter 2014: How many millions have watched “paranormal” shows and, aside from the predominant fluff, seen indisputable proof of afer-lives/ongoing existence in other planes?  How many millions have heard/watched “mediums” speaking the words of those “passed on” and knew, My God, that was real?  How few have realized from the latter/former that what was witnessed/experienced, positively, could open avenues toward understanding, and eventually accepting, realities of Spirit?  Accepting may be first, in steps.  Understanding may be first.  The aspects may work together as a coinciding wonder.  In whatever singular or combined path (of/for purity), getting to that initial door is of a sacred magnitude – where one can receive ongoing keys.

Further, though there is and was crucial Truth to Jesus Christ literally returning to be among His people (as resurrected), what if, just for an openings’ sake, one took time to correspond medium-type occurrences (back then), at least as possibilities in some instances of those passages?  Could Jesus have spoken through Mary Magdalene in such a way that the Apostles had no doubt of where and of whom it was coming?  Maybe she was gifted in that way – collective to being especially chosen?  As in Acts 2:2, could Peter, and all of them (including various scribes and followers) also have had experiences so overwhelming that other doors of Truth were opened forever?  Regarding “paranormal” relations (again for openings’ sake), what more may Mary and the rest have seen/witnessed after His death?  What other events were so powerful, which, combined with all the previous miracles, moved them to seek to move all others with such absolute fervor and confidence?

Imagine: A Key

‘New Atheists’

 Hello Again


All Sides (One Goal)

August 4, 2013

All Sides (One Goal)

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.


Permanent Waves

July 20, 2013

1. Tide Pools
2. Hyperspace
3. Permanent Waves

Permanent Waves

Permanent Waves

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. . . .