The Creeds I Adhere To

The first creed to my faith---
So none are in question about it later on---
Is the Athanasian creed.
Reading it for the first time in years
Was like waking up from a dream.
So many stupid thoughts run through Christianity today
And to see it concisely stated all that I believe
Nothing added, nothing lacking.

Second is the Nicene Creed.
The most beloved verse is that 
Jesus descended into Hell.
For, if Jesus did not descend,
Then why make him ascend?
"It is finished" is the Hebraic covenant.
Nothing more. All is accomplished at the cross.

Thirdly, I believe in the Apostles Creed.
The most simple version of my faith,
The cant is among the most beautiful poetry
In the Liturgical English.
Like the LORD's Prayer
It feels right---because it is right.

This is my Christianity. 
Let no one question it
Because it is the Christianity of Christ
And His true church.

Ekphrasis

"Brittos, armed in warcloth 
"And a shaft with bronze tip 
"A wooden oaken shield 
"With Noe’s boat on the lip.

"The shaft, carved for twelvemonths 
"With the scrimshaw of wins 
"Gingerly shaved with knives; 
"A beater of knaves tens.

"The shield with Behemoth 
"That tusk ’ed elephant 
"Oak to ebony etch’d 
"In tusks, the pliant rim (Neifert, 144)."

Neifert, B. K.. Excerpt from "The Ode of Brittos" from Fairyland. Kindle Direct Publishing, 2020.

Ricky Baker

He stands on the corner.
He gets shot, robbed and is dying.
He calls 911.
He tells the operator that Jesus loves her.

A black man shot a white man.
It doesn't make national headlines.
But, this isn't about that.
There was no racism.
This was not about race.
This was about the love of money.
This was about a man,
Waiting for his bus,
Being killed.

Take it to heart,
So the end doesn't come.
He is hidden in the LORD's wings.
Take it to heart,
The merciful man dies,
And take it to heart that it is to hide him
From God's wrath.
Take it to heart.
God's mercy is shown to him for eternity now.
He is hidden from our woes.
Take it to heart,
Bring nigh the judgment of God
So the seat of violence is put far away.

Grace

The Old Testament law is like a Pennsylvanian Speed Limit.
Grace is the liberty to go about five to seven MPH over that limit;
For, if you didn't, you really couldn't.
It is also like an egregious offense against the limit
Like going forty-five MPH in a fifteen MPH zone
And the officer, seeing how hinky you are,
Decides to let you off with a warning.
However, if you don't learn from your warning,
And continue in your sin, you will be thrown into prison.

Poetic Stress Committed to Memory

Iamb = .|
Of man---

Trochee = |.
Truth is

Spondee = ||
I AM

Anapest = ..|
The man sought;

Dactyl = |..
Strange is it

Bacchiac = .|| 
To write free.


Cretic = |.|
He the weak...


Ionic a Minore = ..||
Is it Strong truth 

Ionic a Maiore = ||..
I write or not?

Fourth Paeon = ...|
Is it on form?


Amphibrach .|.
Soon found the

Antipast .||.
Empty tomb; the

Choriamb |..|
Grave, was there rolled---

First Epitrite .|||
A Superman 

Tribrch ...
Risen from

Mollossus |||
Death's cruel touch.


Abide the Snow

How I love Thee, oh Stately King
The worlds seen from Thy peak.
Beneath Thee, Thy black Princes' tor
Gather by the valleys for war.

It, the breath of Heather Blossoms
Stain the rocks with liquid crimson;
The Princes reign above the lot
Of men, who upon earth, the gods

They have all stopped believing in.
Thus, Mount where the Nard Flower's sin
Had grown, and the harlot's love washed
Thy foot, Thy fragrant soils soft,---

Thy Statehood beams upon the breadth
Of all worlds and cloudy hex.
Thy peak is worshiped for its height;
Princes beneath Thee ready fight;

And the steeples of thy Welkin
Ring, for Thou art the very vault in
View of those who see Thy splendor;
And raiment of the Prisms wore

Thou upon kneck and ivory knape---
The sash of Thy Kinghood---irate
That the very dogs Thou wished good
Sought to steal from we poor our food.

Neifert, B. K.. My Collected Writings. Kindle Direct, (C)2021. pp. 198.

Bones of the Saints

They dig up the saint's bones in Britain
To prove once and for all some Englishmen had black faces.
Rather, it was Africans who went on evangelical missions
To Britain to spread our wonderful Savior's tale.
Just as the Bible says, they dig up the bones of the prophets---
Now, they use them to push their unholy agendas.
They get disputed, too, by angry men.
Rather, can we not just revel in the fact
That Augustine was from Africa,
And He colonized Great Britain with Christ?
For, without Christianity, Britain would still
Be a barbarous state, living in hovels and sticks.

Potential

The preacher looks at Christ
Who hung on a cross.
In such a pathetic situation;
Helpless, forsaken.
He sees his own fabulous life.
"Jesus didn't reach His potential."
Is what he tells his audience.

I think the sermon ought to be
How sometimes we're called
For a purpose other than worldly success...
For, if potential is to overthrow the Roman Empire,
And that were Jesus' potential,
Then thank God He did not fulfill it
Otherwise every man woman and child
Would have needed to be slaughtered along with Caesar
For God's wrath was not yet appeased.
Sometimes, it is exactly the fulfilling of our potential,
The conquering of Rome, the charging into battle,
That causes us to be objects of God's wrath.
And sometimes, by living a life for God
We do the very least in terms of worldly success
But acquire the greatest riches in the Kingdom of Heaven.

The Logos

Humans subconsciously 
Operate on a code of ethics
inherent in our nature
Called the Logos.
When that code begins to break down
The society breaks down.
When strange questions arise
About simple matters,
Such as "What constitutes Gender?"
"What role does monogamy play in society?"
"When ought I get a divorce?"
"Does God exist?"
The Logos governing that civilization
Gets warped, and the society ceases to be cohesive.
What ultimately collapses society is that when the Logos is not trusted
The civilization breaks down morally, 
And other kingdoms will swoop in and take it over.
Or, the society will be given into rampant corruption, chaos, tyranny and general unhappiness.
I suspect the time Christ will return
Is when no country on Earth understands the Logos.
And when all men are sophists. 

Pythagoras Said

It has been one of my pet peeves
That when I intend to be silent
I am always harassed for an answer
And receive no meaning.

Pythagoras said to say,
"Silence is the first stone in Wisdom's temple."

I find this satisfactory.
It is the perfect response
For it will satisfy the selfishness of your interlocutor
And give them no response while appeasing them
That they are being listened to.

However, listen with sincerity and not condescension
Otherwise this will not work.