SERPENTS STING

SERPENTS STING

Oh death where is thy Sting
who rulest over mankinds being
controls the grave a perfect Son
who resurrection for us won

Thou takest every man on earth
with sin which destroys us on our birth
whose reign held sway from Adams time
only one escape from this family line

For perfect Love is as strong as death
and Jesus life will regain us breath
will empty out he mankinds grave
from the sting of death he will us save

Within that time we’ll see to choose
to keep our lives or to death lose
the first judgment has not yet come
where the bands of death will be undone

The keys of death to him God gave
from tombs and crypts will mankind raise
a resurrection to judgment or life
those who have done good or practiced strife

The serpent brought about this sting
and Adams fall dids’t death to bring
every man in death does dwell
the common grave in error called Hell

Of the serpents poison we all drink
no afterlife of hell or heaven as many think
there is no life within the grave
eternal soul was lost when death God gave

When Jesus opens mankinds tombs
within that day our judgment looms
to him the Father gave power over life
and rule with him will be his wife..

source Gen 2-3 Song of Solomon 8:6
Ecc.9:4-6 1Cor 15:53-58 Rev 1:18
Rev 21:4



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The Husbandman

THE HUSBANDMAN

I desire you............ my Love
like the soil craves the rain
without your Light
my garden.............. will not bring forth life
my flowers will wilt.............. in pain
Release the showers...... of Heaven
that we................. may bloom for you
As Jah................ sends his Life from above
the seeds have been.............. planted
but needs........... the tender care
of the husbandman
to weed...... and prune...... and make fertile
so that it’s fruit may................... become wine
and that all mankind............... may drink of it
to incite his desire............. for Love
that the earth may be................. filled with it
that joy.............. may become abundant
and cover the very surface.............. of the earth
How long have the seeds............ waited
that they may crack open in birth
watered with the love.................... of God
and the reign.......... of the Truth
That the scales may................ fall from our eyes
and that hearts become..................... tender and soft
that we understand...... what has been........ given to us
the wine of sorrow............ and the bread of affliction
you have set before us...................... life and death
good and evil,............. therefore choose life

John chapters 15-17 Deut.30:11-20

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REFLECTIONS

REFLECTIONS

Do rise bright Son do gleam a lighter morrow
bury this my heaviness agony and sorrow
a toast to life where spills it’s grief
and share together times with their relief

Down this road with dross and gold
to stay or go fields warm and cold
and wander does mine heart for fairer parts
put away the thoughts for soft remarks

Oh Jah though painted bright our future
to hard times my loss its sight to nurture
the curse of path where rides it’s death
and watching now so removes my breath

Faint does beat my heart within
the cursed lot brought bout by sin
where alone dwell in graveyard men
separated from our love and living kin

Oh separate not mine depth of connection
for in this state might lose your reflection
and cast off our needs and shirk this face
to reason together and not bury your grace

where joy within the kingdom and by you stand
and poured out the water of life by your hand
exist no misery or losses though undeserved
upon a course of Love where man has swerved

Harden not mine heart for it’s inspection
cast me not away to the worlds defection
unburden my soul with Son’s affection
for relentless abused is mine thoughts ejection

Unshielded I am to the arrows and the darts
not unfeeling the laceration to our hearts
overflowing anguish does poison depth of well
and world over this distress is shared by all

For languishing and weak I am as woman
and the heart that beats within is human
the cloth I wear is frailty and slight
in your Son I take shelter throughout this night

For now we take our bread with bitter herb
an to taste not sweet wine but vinegar
to vast in time and wide is this chasm
and daily feed it’s mouth with mankind’s spasm

To there be my refuge and in your mountain
for refreshment to our soul in living fountain
and forward look to the call of resurrection
where like mirror we show your minds reflection

Lead as you didst fair Sarah and Abraham
dwellers in tents unto the promised land
for this the promise and to your loves inheritance
in foreheads sealed until we get thee hence

For core oh Jah you are the heart of we
by your Son’s example we are elect to be
by faith and hope and love the temple builds
unto the harvest time and her yields

The first fruits to the temple go
and like your Son will your praises know
and to the temples service are dedicated
for unto this purpose were we created

Aaron had his sons Jesus begets his own
the household of service for God alone
follow the paths of the chief corner stone
master builder where God will make his home

And you Oh Jah God of our fathers days
into the temple of your King we bring your praise
Sealed we are to serve you everlasting days
and to teach every nation about your ways

sources Psalms and Revelation 19-22

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PROMISE

PROMISE


Like......... snow covered peaks

......... of the mountains ranges

mine eyes....... are drawn upward

........................ to gaze upon your pristine

......................................... visions

its perspective draws me

........ to look upon it intently

................ and gaze into its depths

Its attraction holds me in its grip

.......... where all things....... are sweet

...................... to the touch

Where it is no longer a dream

............ but a reality

My soul.................... lays naked and open

............. where everything

that is pain ............... is restrained

...... the spectacle of barbary

..... has been left well behind



To dance in the meadows

....... where the wildflowers of spring

.............. are collected in its bouquets

................... for the picnics in its woodlands



You have dissolved all the hollow precipices

of a society bent on destruction

........ of all that is beautiful

................ and the facades that disguised it

Gone now are even the remnants of the lies

that have torn humanity apart

The promise of Love

the great equalizer has arrived

............... and all can wear its garments



..... We thought our exuberance of life

..................... was gone

We played hide and seek

............ I sought you

................ I found you

...................... I will never let you go

back to the damaged land

an unforgiving place of residences

a place deserted and..................... full

.......... of jackals and beasts of prey

Where promises are kept

....... and not broken

Like the home of your............ previous life

................ I am unable to look away

..................... am engaged with its fulfillment

for the Words of Paradise

................ have reached my heart



Isaiah 35 , 55 , 65:17-25

II Peter 3:13





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CLOAK

CLOAK

oh Jah you have given me just a peek
of how the future will be
shouldn’t this be the place that we seek
where life exists in harmony

Instead with words tear each other apart
till their naked pain we see
Can we really return to the start
and in perfection eternity

I want to look into your eyes
to see your life and it’s spark
peer beyond the disguise of lies
and know which god did you mark

How does one not remember the views
hardened to horror in daily news
seared of conscience is a course to choose
some drown it daily in consumption of booze

Those who believe that God left his station
when wasn’t it his only begotten Son
died himself for fallen creation
who for God our ransom has won

and murder their brothers they do in God’s name
not knowing they’re in a deadly game
unto the teaching of Jesus give shame
ridicule continue and Jehovah defame

Atrocity upon atrocity has been committed
claim Christianity is the source they wear
the will of man has God permitted
in the trap of Lucifer’s snare

It’s amazing the labyrinth do any escape
or upon it’s questions do puzzle
government and religion the nations do shape
seek the Word of the Truth to muzzle

We don’t go to heaven but heaven descends
Will on earth as it is is heaven
to cleanse mankind and make amends
where religion has dispensed it’s leaven

In beginning Man needed no King
for God was Father and friend
Law was exposed for disobedient thing
to instruct his mind and heart unbend

On Jesus name they bring reproach
insidious lies upon inhabitants coach
the fullness of Truth do not approach
upon the Word of God encroach

Pollute the Truth and do blaspheme
In forehead and hand are marked
the things they teach are unclean
upon Satan’s path embark

That Mary was the mother of God
and kneel before the idol
cloak pagan celebration and neighbor defraud
their tormenting words don’t bridle

To trust in a spider be caught in the web
with no antidote you can find yourself dead
you must seek the answers from God to be fed
upon the Truth where Jesus is bread

Gen 1:27-31 2:18-25 John 16:12
John 1:17-18 Matt.6:10 Rev 13:11-18
Rev 20:4 21:2-3
IITim 3:1-5 1Cor 10:20-21
IIChronicles 33:1-7

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MASTER CRAFTSMAN

to see it correctly
link to the correct formatting ..https://poetryofprovidence.wordpress.com/master-craftsman/

MASTER CRAFTSMAN

.... Life is precious , therefore he cultivates it
..... it's vastness among all his compositions
... they flow like an aria from many instruments
......... you are excellent , oh my beloved
.. your handiwork threads all that surrounds me
................ the displays of your gifts
...................... are bountiful
...... our rooms are overflowing and the table
......................... laden
....... with every good and perfect present
all completed by the workmanship of your hands
........ your visions perceive the finality
.... before even the crafting of it has begun
........ amply actualized by the fertility
.............. of your own mind
......... your occupations are productive
........ as the lathes of heaven they turn
......... upon the axis of your thoughts
.......... formulation upon formulation
............ their energies inexorable
....... the molding painting weaving casting
......... carving shaping and engraving
......... of the objects to be constructed
.......... the movements of your mind
........ stretches into the grand designs
............. the substance of wealth
....... and nothing that does not delight
..................... is missing
..... Your furnishings occupy the expanses
.............. the depth of your artistry
...................... is masterful
........... the pressure of your furnaces
........... mold our gems and ornaments
.......... whose color radiates their clarity
................ the vaults are well lit
... each rooms lighted chandeliers are suspended
.................. in their canopies
... each room sprayed abundantly with blooms
......... their fragrances permeate my soul
....... our curtains a covering in every shade
.............. surrounding our homes
.... you have carpeted its surfaces with a mosaic
........ of brilliant treasures and whose form
............. is harmonious and pleasing
........... here every beautiful creature
............. play among their pillars
..... you have chiseled out the high ranges
.......... the carvings of many sculptures
.... their dominion overshadows the landscapes
.... with an awl you split open the rock face
...... and release the mantles of the deep
....... where the water courses rush
........ to the well watered resting places
....... you churn the soil until it is fertile
....... and the tender sprouts spread
.............. like legions of armies
every touch by you is nourishing and flourishes
............... those whom you apprentice
............... are bound to the ways
..................... of the Master
.......... where creativity has no boundaries
................. and every field is full
................. of life's expressions
........ Your instructions are in precision
........ and your skills you effectively teach
.......... your productions are exquisite
............ your activity is ceaseless
......... as the burning energy of a Son

Genesis 1 Proverbs 8 John 1:1-18 Colossians 1:16

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Sister POP, Does Brother Michael have a site where he teaches or a forum ? I find his poetry a wonderful gift, and quite upbuilding. He is an artist who uses his gift for the most lofty purpose, seeking no glory for himself. Praiseworthy, and indicative of his heavenly ....or should I say earthly yet, anointed ...ministry. I, too, see us all returning to earth to minister to the Great crowd. I even had a vision dream several years ago about it; I was walking up a fir-covered mountain slope with boots, blue-jeans, and a Pendleton shirt (Oregonian old-school term), and smelling the conifer smell with intensity unlike a regular dream. I said to myself; "It's good to be back again, after so long a time." ...meaning a human body; meaning on earth. I walked up into the sunshiny beams of light filtering through the trees, and felt no weariness, as I would if I was in my present 60-yr-old body. Then....I awoke. To contemplate...'Yes, I just had another dream from Father!' Acts 2:17..." and your old men will dream dreams..." I am sure we will have earthly bodies again sometimes, or all, I don't know...as we enjoy our posts , living among, teaching, and helping our appreciative earthly children students.

 

Thank you John ...Michael is a female , lives in Oregon ...and is myself
my sites are in my signature , I live in the open it's just that since
my name is very common (Michael Miller) and there are probably
300 such names per county , I use my nom de plume for my sites ...
I live on the coast ...and yes the ministry has been laid out by the
Master ...

 

OH!

Well, my sister in the Lord. I am so humbled to know you, and what a blessed gift you are sharing on this site.

Your love and humility in having this gift, and sharing it so tactfully, humbles my heart. I am way too outspoken as you know by now. Sorry. I was raised in Humboldt County, akin to your own coastline...so you know how rebellious men from this region sometimes are.......

But, my wife will have even more incentive to read these songs of praise now. She rarely looks online at present because she hates bickering over doctrine (a bad habit many brothers have, me too). She is a wonderful soul, beautiful in heart, mind, and everything. But she has her pride, and won't stoop to arguing scripture. I see you too are very tactful. We men need to learn more from our sisters!!!

It's a pleasure knowing you as well as all here in thus family. We are all on a similar journey, I believe; the pursuit of our faith, and the learning more every day is something we just have to exult in and share. No?

We loved the pictures of Oregon...Crater Lake, too. My wife was an avid back-packer (Rockies, and Grand canyon, Utah, and Midwest). We have been married just over two years, and she wants to see the west coast and hike the Pacific Trail. That will be something if we ever get there. I miss the area, but all my 'people' are JW's who will not associate with me or her, of course, now that I resigned 5 year ago.

 

A Question;

I love your avatar picture. This particular style of art we studied in high school in Arcata, CA. I am an artist myself; outdoor signage and murals.

Would you share your reason for this piece's endearment to you? It is beautiful. I always wanted to do stained glass...but my time for that, too, has run out.

 

Thank you John for the compliments . I have spent some little time
around Fort Bragg , Albion , Eureka and Arcata , two communes
when I was under 20 . the Lighthouse Ranch in Loleta , and the
"Lords Lands" in Albion ...spent some time in Rev Durkin's mega
church there way back when ...The fish , one because it reminds
one of the times where anonymity was a necessity(in Rome) but
also because my grand uncle married Louis Comfort Tiffany's grand
daughter and her son (my cousin) is blowing glass in Seattle . I have
loved glass works since I was 15 and spent the summer with
them in their summer house in Tyringham NY ..and of course
Chihuly (Dale) who also does Glass now world wide from his
Seattle Studio ...I find nearly every art inspirational as these
are truly gifts , and so many have so little time to pursue
them , yet they fully demonstrate just a few of the abundance
of quality's that our Great Father and Jesus have gifted their
children with ...
Are you and your wife still in Oregon ...if so you have standing
invitation to visit here as I have two guest rooms..

 

Thanks, Sister

We have yet to come west together, as we are tenured to a small business for about another year and a half. Someday we may come out west to hike the beautiful Cascade and Coast ranges. We may even get up that way. We'll see.

Yes, we will have eternity to pursue every wish and whim of art, music, hiking, and whatever else we want. No death or unpleasant thing will mar our lives again. Peace, and happiness forever.

Loleta's beach access always scared me as it was just too flat down there; I was always afraid a tidal wave would come in.

I do miss the beaches , and beauty of Northern California, but not the high real-estate...nor struggling to make a go of it as a young man with a small janitorial service (window washer, and bar cleaner said in another way).

I was enslaved by the 'Pioneer Spirit'...as it was called. This demon haunted me till I got married in Miss. I was so glad to have a reason to quit. (years 19-22)

I only went hiking twice the whole time I was a young witness, because I had such a frantic schedule working part time and pioneering. I grew to resent that when I got married to a woman 27 , I was 22, and she had two little girls I helped her raise...then three of our own.

I will look forward to at least semi-retirement in two years. Then we will do some catching up on having some fun.

If you are in middle age, you know what I mean.

My wife is 39, and she works way too hard. We are having a tough time getting through this lease, but with God's help; the spirit, we'll make it.

We will enjoy hearing more inspiration from this site.

Bless you and peace to all here.

 

It was interesting to know more of your background; Tiffany glass, artwork , and Seattle. I worked in Seattle several years ago, and saw how cosmopolitan it is; interesting, and similar to London, actually, or France in liberality.

Yet intellectualism has its place; without it, we have dull , non-imaginative stagnation; zombies without goals; aspirations; zeal. The world needs imagination, courage, 'spirit'...along with 'truth'...which is the mind of God on matters.


Sooooo; up with new ideas...fine wine....reaching for the stars...or even the heavens to see God's face.

Keep up the creativity. It will always be appreciated...... by a few , anyway.

I will give this site a rest, now. Peace be with you, sister.

 

LIAR

please remember everyone these get posted in public groups
for ourselves it would be the continuous self inspection of
what we ourselves believe and practice .

LIAR

Weep you men like the willows
by waters edge hang heads down
lay in sleep upon your pillows
till knowledge of your God be found

Dead asleep upon your beds
a false dream blossomed in your night
lies and deception have filled your heads
and for the truth no longer fight

Howl you nations as a woman’s travail
to his anointed he gives his sword
the trumpets blast his King will prevail
against everything wicked and untoward

In God’s glory was he originated
Oh day star who sought God’s throne
God’s relationship with man he hated
cast out of heaven have you been thrown

Mislead he does the nations of earth
myriads of angels did follow your lead
the First to give the lie it’s birth
the time is short you will not succeed

Idolatry is your primary tool
mankind you lead into transgression
In false worship do the peoples fool
the end is near God’s appointed succession

The day will come as a thief of night
you will cloak yourself as an angel of light
but the signs are clear in plain sight
against sword of Jesus you will fight

From ancient time the Word has spoken
over the world as god you would reign
the time and place your hold be broken
imprisoned in abyss with God’s own chain

the earth will feel your wrath and anger
as armies you raise to war with the Word
so few people see the time and danger
for they do not know who is their Lord

With signs and wonders deceive mankind
though confess to believe you have made them blind
a fabrication of truth has colored their mind
unable to recognize the times or sign

the inhabitants of earth don’t understand
that they do battle with God’s own right hand
all flows towards war as was planned
God will repossess earth’s throne and land

the inhabitants of the earth have become like father
every detestable thing has been made legal
iniquity practiced by son and daughter
compassion for others can no longer feel

Every schools instructions filled with lies
the preparation has begun
the twisted fabric of his disguise
the rule of lies will be undone

sources Gen 3:1-5 Is. 14:12-15 Matt 4:8-9
Mark 1:15 Luke 11:2,12:39-40
Revelation 9:15-21 , 12-13 , 16:15 19:14-19

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WORD OF GOD

you who read have seen this posted already I believe but I finally
found a great video to post along with it in any of the groups I
am involved in (at least 30 of them on FB alone)

WORD OF GOD
.
Proliferation the wonder of it all
from a tiny seed becomes a tree tall
pollen from stamen floats on winds call
DNA puzzles do many enthrall
.
Written instruction for what it becomes
answers to life’s perplexing problems
a manual so tiny naked eye cannot see
engineering so fine progresses what is to be
.
Stored information that’s dynamic in action
investigation that understands just a fraction
plants that convert light into sugar
directions malfunction converted to injure
.
So much of language we don’t understand
and deny designer on length of it’s strand
like God we conceive with plans and action
to science becomes a single mans passion
.
We draw and layout a similar pattern
imitation configured by nature so learn
skill of arrangement and execution
who would replace design with evolution
.
We ourselves imitate all creation
by things produced in every nation
like God we delight to work something new
to admit being like God are those of us few
.
Why do so many have difficult time
that like our Father have creative mind
able to produce from imaginative skill
beauty and pleasure which in our souls thrill
.
Everything speaks of brilliant design
it’s language to the specifics define
communication of action individual speech
in every molecule order does teach
.
Expressions of Love in all that’s created
conditions within the things investigated
intelligence for foolishness many have traded
and thirst for learning becomes castigated
.
We comprehend not the speech of our tongue
or the effects upon whom it belong
direction of growth all order is spoken
connection with Father has become broken
.
Genetics embody progression of growth
contains language and communication both
from within does come outward advance
to intricate to have arrived by chance
.
In all of nature instruction is written
the Bible a book of directions submission
to understand Love and how we should live
and what is hidden within his missive
.
Jehovah to earth sent his only begotten
with his sacrifice might our hearts soften
so we might have our freedom of speech
to understand the heights that we may reach
.
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[video=youtube;4j2C25jIZF4]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4j2C25jIZF4[/video]

 

SLANDER (1982)

Well those of you who know my background might understand
how this one came about , when we consider life and truth ..
In retrospect not one of us haven't sinned with our mouths
whether in ignorance or not .

SLANDER

Speak we of our character lost
Effect of slanders wicked cost
Aimed as a weapon to fire
Puts reputation on burning pyre

Careful planting the malevolent word
Pretending to wish it hadn’t been heard
Within the confines of inevitable fate
Rarely give the dice a fair shake

Loaded meaning are there to be found
Casting unknowing victims to ground
Caught in the fire is the unwary
Who know naught that the intent to bury

Alas the attempt to defend ones self
Does nothing but reinforce such stealth
It is better for the one who has bled
To leave his ranting and raving unsaid

For only time can heal the wound
When malignant speech comes to tomb
Time unfolds the tales told
Even be they glib lies bold

So rest comes easy naught
To the one who’s lies have bought
His friends and world eventually
Won’t be blind but certainly see

That actually to reverse was true
That he was wicked but not you

IS 5:20 MATT 15:11 JAMES 3
PR 10:12 PR 17:9 1PET 4:8

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Photo polluted water in Lithia Park Ashland Oregon

 

POISON

And just to go along with it , just in case you thought
I thought I might have escaped my own humanity ..

POISON

I bit you

and drew blood

one I would rather

die than EVER hurt

and yet there it is

the poison of distrust

the multi millennia of Eves

whose self deceit destroyed

the man they loved

the decades of abuse

violence , rape , neglect

and homelessness have taken their toll

not a pound of flesh

but of heart

and left the sting

of scorpions desert under the tongue

like a razor to flay

the skin of your soul

oh foul being

that slips so easily

into a pattern thought destroyed

the good that I would I do not do

and the evil that I eschew

is what is displayed

oh ruinous and fell creature

in whose sight I cannot

forgive My self

I did not show you mercy

and I see none for me

whose self control has

slipped so easily upon old ice

no apology I can

conceive will retrieve

the damage done

or the sum of what I see

detractable in myself

stupidity has mounted reason

and whipped her senseless


all the scriptures in the last one
will serve just as well for this one

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AFFLICTIONS

this was written long before it was sent to copyright
as were many others (some thirty years ago) ..so
many might have the copyright date but not the actual
date of being written .

AFFLICTIONS


My fury and outrage remain unabated , it seethes like magma
and spreads itself throughout my being , it is barely contained
I shield it to keep the damage within , so it does not consume me
or those I love and want not to hurt.
My dark raving hisses and steams awaiting release , with screams,
hysteria that I may not be able to save the one that becomes my
vent , the outpouring eruption of pain , that I would whip and lash
with lurid pitch that it might cloak with agony the one whom I love
upon its receipt .
Why cannot I cover it and shift my focus to that which builds and
does not tear down and ravage as I have been ravaged?
Why does not that majesty of things that stand before me
not move me to ease or peace?
Oblivion , that vast chasm that plunges deep within my
soul ice cold heart , I wish it destroyed , but its the only thing
within that seems still alive and beating.
I wish it replaced with tenderness and warmth that it may
mark you with pleasure and not agony, clothe you with
beauty and not the ugliness that has taken up residence
and keeps its rent.
In sackcloth and ashes I mourn the loss of innocence , not
for myself only but for all those who suffer , and raise
not their hands against the perpetrators of their suffering.
God do not let me join in acts of perpetuation , that I strike
others in kind , in repayment for their deeds.
My life has been sacked and looted , thieves have stolen every
precious piece of personality that might make me redeemable.
Raw and naked estate exposed, my inheritance from Adam ,
I was molded in pain and forged by fire imprinted by a storm
of ire……
Oh God , why did you preserve me so that I had not died and
left me alive to cry , scream at the trials of fire that blister
the souls of men….
Awaken oh my heart , do not sleep in the death of love , and
the reign of savage pain , and the cries of those who live in
affliction , whose cries have been silenced before you…..
My tears have become stone , my walls a castles fortress
I cannot cast aspersions it holds you as well as I,
unlike the earth my stone cannot drink in the sun

Job moments

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when the spirit rips through and gives one a clear
look at what we as humanity without truth and love
truly are it is a frighteningly clear perspective .
Repentance from sin and forsaking the paths of death
are fully necessary steps to become a new creation ..
The transformation from death to life is a gift .One
so great that psalms and songs have continued for
two thousand years of its grace and magnanimity
that those so broken by its experiences and blind
can receive and see such a love that excels anything
that can be comprehended in the paths of the world.

 

MAN BELOVED

what does a woman do when she falls in love with a man
who for all intents and purposes is a roman and she is
a Jewess , she might explore those feelings but not act
on them ..unless he converts ...I haven't put these up
but I'm sure many of you have explored these things
more deeply ..

Man Beloved

Oh bright star man beloved
upon your visage mine heart has hovered
examined closely the paths you travel
your soul I desire to unravel

depth upon depth draws forth your design
and within a formidable mind
wherever you turn there is success
the things that your hands caress

carefully constructed a life that's yours
fathomless love of the forests outdoors
and of painting the perpetual shores
having roamed the Irish moors

appreciation for God whom you imitate
fabrication and artifice do you create
always tendering for something new
Love for nature shows in all you do

My heart within has become entwined
upon table of life you've richly dined
all those lives that you pass through
can't be untouched by what is you

in ancient times deemed for courts of Kings
maidens sing of your deeds with tambourines
danced for you would the ladies fair
for each would deign your table to share

Sometimes I think your a little remiss
that they all want softly your lips to kiss
within your presence they wish to stand
that God has designed a glorious man

Do you know oh man , do you reflect
what is your impact and upon those you effect
and lift our souls when upon us you shine
and show us that God's gifts divine

Like mountainous meadows richly clothed
and habitation wherein creativity abode
a man who dwells by the motherlode
who knows that life is richer than gold

indwelling a man is spiritual fire
the work of his hands shows inner desire
embrace the gifts that Father does give
to show wherein your loves do live

God would gift you even more
because for him your heart did bore
to receive those that he would gift
you must your eyes to Father lift

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC

 

PATRICIAN

in keeping with the love songs this week over on FB ..
may as post them here also ..enjoy them all you who
have loved another ... and others .

PATRICIAN

One of a kind there'll never be another you
what you hold in your heart to them have held true
I've looked upon the core of what you store within
for me you exist as unique among all men

The song that you sing it's truths held so high
oppression of those different wherein injustice lie
to the robing of nature her diversity and vest
in a poem of tone inequities do you suggest

The external show some may just see as art
but what you paint and sing and write demonstrates your heart
I told you early on I judge not by outward show
but what is seated inside that I wish to know

All that you paint on canvas and in song
demonstrates reality and courses right and wrong
what you depict sets forth description of your mind
a spectrum of vision coloring inferior to whats fine

I even see the sweet things you so carefully thought hid
been learning to read have I ever since I were a kid
When you looked across that room what did you think you saw
for the night before I saw your minds cognition all

A woman loves a man for who he is inside
the character of his self that he can never hide
for what he thinks and does demonstrates his care
his ability to display and with it others share

Do never judge me like the world which in you live
For the greatest teacher does truthful insight give
what is truly frightening is that I scare myself
that vision is so clear unlike minds so full of stealth

One who is wise will choose a man for his heart
that is his essence where communion can start
perception is his own gift where he chooses to live
to share it with another its benefaction give


COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

OH this should work in the reverse case also .