Tag: LORD

My Heart is Steadfast

My heart is steadfast
O LORD.
Through the winds and rains
And trials, I shall not leave off my meditation of You.
You are Good, and in the abominable time
You give sustenance, and hope.

LORD, where shall I turn to
If not You?
The Heathen have a device against Your people
To strip them of their bread
And poison their soil.
To keep the poor of Your people
Without bread,
And to make the homeless bend and stoop.

LORD, I seek You with my eyes
And I give You my heart all the day long.
My heart languishes for You
Yet, I will wait for my portion
For You are my prize.

Does my portion come from kings
Or acolytes?
Does not my worship ascend to the heavens
And does not my honor come from You?
Does not my soul wait for the prosperity
And the latter rains?
I will wait patiently on You
O LORD,
For I shall not give a second glance
At the idols of the heathen.
For kings do not give me benefits
And powers and principalities do not give me my reward.
It is You, LORD, Who is my portion and my prize.
It is You, o LORD, Who I will wait upon
For the latter rains
And the pleasant rains in their season.
Selah.

Splitting

The Kingdom of Heaven wages
Its war against the Kingdom of
Shadows. A sore battle all must
Set out to glory's field. Rages
That war for all human ages
Where the soul must bastion its love
And forfeit all of worldlust.
It must purge all of its hatred.
In my poesy all of my good
Wages war with all of my bad.
And only by respite in Christ
Do we receive our daily food
To purge our soul of all its slag.
My poetry is this good fight.

The Duke’s Dirge

Shorn the sheep to graze in fields, peridot,
The jeweled sun’s breath upon the burnished cheek;
Kin we were in kith we ran the ramparts
Of our boyish troop, upon the dragon’s gorge.

It reared upon us one silent hour
O’ that brother of the Jeweled Seraphim,
Son of Satan and Scylla, most unwise.

He is a man like any other, plush
With his mischief upon the earth, rosy
Are his cheeks; richer he is than the king.

The Seraphim will bind his sire in
Juddecca’s chains, cast him down to hell. Yet.
That foe Death, only one will vanquish:—Christ.

The winds of the eastern vault bring pleasant
Breeze, to where we once in boyhood’s gay charms
Played with sticks, and serious was our charge
To guard the gates of those ruddy warriors.

The armies salvos over the hills, arms
March out to war, in our memory’s past;
Those games we played as youth, with prop instead
Of cold metal in the scabbard’s tang.

Never was Satan’s sire, that Scylla’s
Bastard, a thought upon our mind, when war
Burgeoned in the hill valleys of our play.
Yet, the silent winds cooled our childhood’s

Games. And the sweet smell of the heather blooms
Rose through the air with the mowed grass; sticks crossed
Their tackles, but not the iron of war.

Brother, I pray you find rest in the green
Lights of Paradise’s grove; so rest sound.

For our swords would cross in amateur play
Yet, now the Bastard has crept through your door.

Raise; raise you Duke
At the last Trumpet’s sound
Into paradise.

The Sheep Gate, in Hexameter

A man has found every moral there is, softly thinking strong forms

Of man’s greatest aspirations, lofty,—so found a god through them.

For, morals can be discovered by all, some like calculus solved

Ever so meticulously and long; others like addition

Were found by merely adding one plus one—that would be golden rules.

However, why is there only one name, which will save a man’s life?

 

Because one name, Jesus Christ, had found them, every moral we know

And had preached it to the whole of the earth, every moral we know.

Some say He borrowed from everyone else;—others that He was wrong.

Rightly, if He did borrow all morals;—how did He find them all?

He found war, and told all men not to fight; for He would fight for us.

He told men to obey authorities;—He told men when not to.

If there is not one name under heaven, then all our knowledge is

Scattered abroad in thousands of thinkers, whom we will never find.

This is why there is only one sheep’s gate;—yes, just one name that saves.

Because the smartest among us couldn’t, no they could not even

Figure the sum of half our moral truths;—thus, we must procure faith

In that humble LORD of the Sabbaoth—Jesus Christ is His name.

The Two Servants of God

There were two men.

One of the men murdered

One of the men committed adultery

One of the men blasphemed unto death

One of the men had made fraudulent oaths.

The other did none of this

But rather had unbelief.

 

The first man,

Seeing he had been pardoned for all of his sin

Decided that it was good.

So, he lived his days securely

Never in fear of judgment.

He spent his days cheerfully

Giving to the poor and receiving nothing in return.

He builded houses and churches and places of rest

For the poor, and thanked God every day

That his blasphemies, oaths, murders and adulteries all were forgiven.

For, he was happy that he was permitted to do his good deeds in the name of the

Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

 

The second man

He did not see a reason to be pardoned from his sins.

He decided that he was good.

So, he lived his days securely

Never in fear of human justice.

He spent his days cheerfully

Not giving much to the poor, but rather expected every borrowed thing to be returned in measure,

As was the custom.

He did not thank God, but rather thanked himself

For all of the provisions he had stored up for himself.

He was happy, and decided that he did good deeds enough,

Sufficient that he had never thought he had sinned.

 

It came to a time when both men died,

The righteous man with the hypocrite.

 

The Father asked the first man,

“What had you done?”

The man replied,

“Nothing father.”

The LORD said,

“Well done good and faithful servant.”

 

The Father asked the second man,

“What had you done?”

The man replied,

“Oh, Father, I made a fortune, and blessed myself upon the Earth.”

The LORD said,

“What had you done with your sustenance?”

The man said,

“Well, I spent it for my stomach.”

The Father said,

“What of the poor?”

The man said,

“I’ve given some to the poor.”

The Father said,

“Yet, I have another man who had just died today.

“He had given much to the poor, more than his ten percent.

“Though, he had never made much, nor blessed himself

“On the earth, he was neither rich, nor satisfied with his life

“Except in his giving.”

The man then said,

“Well, what must I do to be saved?”

The LORD said,

“Be gone, I never knew you, you proud and wicked servant.”

In My Dreams of Forgiveness

In my dreams

I see two very different people.

I see myself.

And I see someone else.

 

The someone else

Breathes fire and flies

But everyone loves him.

They call him, “Super Boy.”

He makes love with every virgin.

He fights in every battle.

He is a killer—

I’ve seen it.

It is someone else’s life that I see.

 

Facing up to my past,

Being selfish toward my mother,

Being cruel,

I was not very nice.

Those were my sins, though.

Having to look at all the people I’ve wronged,

All of the animals,

And to see that some of them will never forgive me,

It is a hard feeling.

 

It is a hard feeling,

But it’s even harder

To see them love

And forgive

The monster but not me.

To call me a “Traitor”

When I saw her unconditionally love that other man.

It’s the quintessential truth of Christianity:

A repentant man is despised

While

A flagrant man is lauded.

 

But, those who really matter do

In fact,

Forgive.

Alternative Facts

I came across the most splendid metaphor

About alternative facts.

 

Through history, there comes a way for men

By their various moral presumptions

To assume a new, alternative fact.

Looking through the internet

I saw one call Sam from the Lord of the Rings

The true hero of the story.

 

A clever thought crossed through my mind.

What if the Hobbits and Middle Earth

After several decades of striving

Decided that their culture wasn’t right

And decided to now make Samwise

The lauded hero of the War of the Rings.

We are kin to do it, are we not?

It makes sense.

 

Sam was not crazy.

Sam technically carried the burden to the point

Where it was destroyed.

Gollum technically destroyed the ring

In his lust for it,

By biting off Frodo’s fingers.

But, Sam, also, nurtured Frodo

Through various battlegrounds

Where the Shell Shock

And the corrupting influence of the Ring of Power

Tore Frodo’s mind to shreds.

 

Sam now is lauded the Hero

For Frodo’s disturbed mental state.

And nasty and vicious rumors appear

About how Frodo beat Sam

On the flight of stairs of Cirith Ungol

Leading to the realm of Mordor,

Accused Sam of stealing the ring,

And with all intents and purposes

Desired the ring’s power.

Of course, it would be tempting for future

Human civilizations to laud Sam instead of Frodo.

 

However, Frodo carried the worst burden.

A metaphor for Tolkien’s own battles with PTSD.

After serving in World War I,

Tolkien had to carry the moral burden

Of communicating the evil of what he saw

And the meaning of the War of the Ring.

WWI was the War of the Ring.

And Frodo carried the burden of its meaning.

This is why Sam is not the true hero.

The Taboo Topics

Homosexuality is a sin.

Sex outside of marriage is a sin.

Sodomy is a sin.

Sadomasochism is a sin.

All other religions except Christianity, are sins.

Debates are sin.

Strife is sin.

Envy is sin.

The American dream, is idolatry.

Entertainment is idolatry.

Idolatry is sin.

Gambling is sin.

Eating too much is not going to send you to hell… it will make you poor.

Being lazy is not going to send you to hell… it will make you poor.

Drinking alcohol beyond one serving, is a sin.

Bloody Knuckles, is a sin.

Being unkind to homosexuals, is a sin.

Being unkind to Transgenders, is a sin.

Telling someone they might go to hell, is not a sin.

Hating your brother, is a sin.

Back Talking your father, is a sin.

So with anyone who is older than you, back talking is a sin.

Correcting someone when they are putting themselves or others in danger, is not a sin.

Telling someone that their opinion is wrong, is not a sin.

Believing in Fairy Tales, Conspiracy Theories and being radical, is all sin.

Rebelling against your government—even if it’s Hitler’s Germany—is a sin.

Serving in the military, if you killed with the sword, you must die by the sword.

Serving as a County Corrections Officer, if you led into captivity, you must go captive.

Disobeying police, is a sin.

Disrespecting political officials, even ones we don’t like, is a sin.

Being politically active, and trying to persuade your government, is not a sin.

Trying to cause an insurrection, even against Rome, is a sin.

Failing to listen to someone—no matter how wrong—is a sin.

Speaking too much is a sin.

Believing that you have prospered yourself, is a sin. Even worth damnation.

Being cruel to the homeless, or thinking they deserve their lot, is a sin.

Thinking that you eat because you work, is a sin.

Going into debt, is a sin.

School is a sin, unless you have a reason to go that will edify the church.

Sex fantasies are sin.

Swearing is sin.

Pretending to kill someone make believe is a sin.

Making stories or essays to teach morals, is not a sin.

Enjoying things, is not a sin.

Having hobbies are not a sin.

Reading books to edify and get closer to God is not a sin.

But, it is a sin if these things are done for selfish reasons.

Listening to music is not a sin, unless it is being done for selfish reasons.

Being selfish, in any way, is a sin.

Hating, slandering, scoffing or being mean, is a sin.

Preaching to eat is a sin.

Prophesying to eat is a sin.

Manipulating people with religion to get what you want, is a sin.

 

Any sin you will go to hell for.

This isn’t by any means a comprehensive list.

Just a small taste of what you’ll be judged for.

 

And we don’t get Jesus just so we can continue in these sins.

At some point, it will all be whittled away,

Little by little, until you have none.

That is what God does in every Christian’s life.

You will not stand seeing it in yourself,

If you’ve had a true conversion.

The most flagrant homosexual,

Will by very hatred of the sin

Stop, even if it means ripping out her eyes.

Only by Christ’s power, through Prayer

Through fasting from each of these little things

Does a heart become untroubled

Does a conscience become unburdened

Does depression, anxiety, and heartache go away.

 

Do not think I give a sugar coated pill.