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 | Reflections, Poetry, and Prose from the depths of the Midnight Ocean.
Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD;
O Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy. Psalm 130
Behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that I will make a new covenant. After those days, saith the LORD,
I will put my law in their inwards parts, and write it in their hearts; and will be their God,
and they shall be my people. Jeremiah 31:31-33
Wherefore the law is holy, and the Commandment Holy, and just, and good. Rom7:12
Sifatai tiftach- u'fi yagid- tehilatecha!- If I open my lips- let my mouth- declare Your praise! |
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| A Shekel For Your Thoughts!!! |
Jun 10, 2008 7:00 pm
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For whatever reason I'm having a bit of writers block lately. My own ideas are becoming seemingly- pretty "blah." So I'd like some help with some ideas to re-spark my enthusiasm.
I really do rather enjoy writing- it's a stress reliever for me...so feeling uninspired by my own thoughts is just no good at all! So if any of you can help me in thinking about what, perhaps you might enjoy reading about on the blogs...I'd really appreciate it.
Help lift me outta a blog-bog for a shekel...anyone???
Gb,
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| Why Lord???????? |
Jun 10, 2008 9:20 am
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Sometimes life seems to get stale and your heart feels unappreciated, and we are tempted to ask..."why LORD?" But it's a smoke screen and a charade. The truth is that the sun rises anew each day...as does G-d's mercy and grace to those who seek Him with a contrite heart.
Life's in the toil and waiting.
Even by physics and mathematic have I learned that the human perception of time is entirely flawed. It's not just a unique perception- it's an entirely corrupted and distorted one.
It's just as G-d said to Adam and Eve after their sin, when he spoke of toil and enmity. It's a curse, but it's a curse of our own doing.
Seasons of winter, of drought, of trouble. But when all is said and done, your lifetime will have come and gone in a blink of an eye.
Here one season, gone the next. A flower grows in one season and is gone the next. A heart is broken one season and filled the next.
The very reality of this life, immutably insists that we will die. It insists that we will have our heart broken as we witness the death of our beloved.
But our perception of death and life is as corrupted as our sense of time. As Ecclesiastes states- one should weep at the birth of someone and rejoice at their funeral. True life exists elsewhere. It exists in the incorruptible and infallibility of our Lord. We walk in the ways of our Lord here, so that we can walk with Him in His Kingdom there.
The struggle is here, death is here, corruption and deception are here. Here is the battle, the toil and the enmity.
Here- is where G-d chose to put us for a season. Till, seed, water, toil and await the harvest. And pray you are counted among the good fruits.Then... let the dust return again to dust, and let the spirit return the the Father who hath created it. Let darkness retreat at dawn. All that grows from the dust does so by His mighty arm! And in its growth is a new and better day.
Hope. Faith. Love. Life.
Be not too grieved for your toil, enmity, and broken heart, for it's written...at dawn the field and therein will be filled with jubilation. And it will be spoken by ALL... "Your G-d reigns."
GbY my friends,
sabrefirE
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| Storms... and Tribulations |
Jun 9, 2008 9:18 am
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For days I've witnessed strong storms reek havoc...
Throughout much of the Bible- storm's and natural disaster- make for striking allegory for the trials and tribulations- we as a People must face. Recently many very strong severe weather patterns, and disasterous natural occurences have overtaken the world.
I give thanks that by Our G-d- we cannot be overtaken.
This is a poem of allegory, about what I've witnessed. GB, and hope you enjoy.
Coming home I lost my way,
ground in flood- stirs drab puddles of mud.
The 'many waters' obscuring my path.
Storm's roar as a lion filled with wrath.
Ferocious clouds growl- & swallow- up every sun ray.
Like slashing paws with dredful claws-
the wind strikes blows upon her prey.
Slipping and stumbling- the earth tugs at my feet,
impossible to stay clean- wading through murky stream.
Filthy and worn in the dimming light-
will I suffer exile throughout the whole night?
Lord,
May the Lion of the Tribe of Yehuda, be our might...
Sabrefire
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| June 7th 1967 |
Jun 7, 2008 1:29 am
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"June seventh nineteen sixty seven. Jerusalem is in Jewish hands again.This morning, the Israel Defense Forces liberated Jerusalem. We have united Jerusalem, the divided capital of Israel. We have returned to the holiest of our holy places, never to part from it again. To our Arab neighbors we extend, also at this hour - and with added emphasis at this hour - our hand in peace. And to our Christian and Muslim fellow citizens, we solemnly promise full religious freedom and rights. We did not come to Jerusalem for the sake of other peoples' holy places, and not to interfere with the adherents of other faiths, but in order to safeguard its entirety, and to live there together with others, in unity." Defense Minister Moshe Dayan, June 7, 1967 | |
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| The Lost Love of Our Youth... |
Jun 2, 2008 2:25 am
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In blossoms of new love
when we walked- us there,
With porcelain skin, so radiant and fair-
at measure so high as to illuminate the night sky.
Having not even a concept of "goodbye"
Yet youthful hearts do pay an hefty fare...
Ode to youth in paradise!
With joyous- tender hearts aligned in array
"hell or high water," vowing never to stray
As petals therefore upon ginger breeze-
huddled en-mass, as absconders from worldly freeze
man, nor G-d, hath greater joy- than youthful lovers' play!
As for the end, my friend, I need tell you not.
For thereby comes- a day replete with tears.
Tender hearts agape, gushing with new-found fears.
O' I curse the day- passionate energy-
becomes as the fridged kiss- of thy enemy!
Indeed the world does prune her blossoms- with dreadful shears.
A FirePost
Sabrefire
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| The Ways of The Forefathers... |
May 30, 2008 2:44 pm
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From that point on- every void in life became a spiritual void. The "natural" merely became the natural conduit into the deeper meaning of things. He ate not to stave off his sharp hunger pangs, but rather to provide him the fuel to continue in his working- and his praying. Sugary confections-beyond what nature dutifully would produce- never touched his lips. His sweetness was as Ezekiel's scroll.
Nothing was so "natural" that it escaped the deeper meaning that the Spirit could provide.In this- his perception made a polar shift. The formerly ethereal and intangible, suddenly became the more weighty substance to him. His compass had shifted- and finally broke True North. And this True North was not as the world perceived it to be- as it's magnetic north. But it had shown itself to be on another plane altogether- the Heavens. And in them there was but one G-d.
His Son was Jesus Christ- the Messiah.
And the Word was kept, and the tares were diligently plucked up. And generation followed generation, and The Book was Passed from Nation to Nation.
And so by their diligence does the eternal FIRE-now return as posterity. And so by them ALL-Am I Alive to write of Him.
Gb,
sabrefire
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| You'll Be Princess I'll Be Your Knight |
May 29, 2008 12:12 am
460 Views | My Dear- You'll be my Princess and I'll be your Knight.
We spend our years as a tale that is told. (Ps90)
She says, "but the last few years the story is gettin old,
& sometimes the world can be so cold."
She feels a lot of pressure but she's not gonna fold.
After G-d made her, He shattered the mold.
Head above the rest is a lonely way to fly
& she's always having to wave goodbye.
But, hush My Dear and don't you cry,
to me: you're like an angel of the Most High.
"Number your days and apply your heart to wisdom." (ps90)
For such an one enters The Kingdom.
But know this child, with man it's hard to shine -
when you're always having to draw the line.
& no amount of money will change someones fate
remember Dear, a castle is not the spirits estate.
& yes, people will tell you not to be so uptight,
but in G-d's eyes it's called walking upright.
My Dearest don't ever forget to keep your lamp burning bright,
for "someday" comes as a thief in the night.
& if it's meant to be- you'll be my princess and I'll be your knight.
You know- you're not really so frail,
& it's only this dungeons-dreary light that makes you look pale.
"You're the head and not the tail."
Trust in His Word My Dear... for none of these shall fail.
Bless,
Sabrefire
A FirePost
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| I Peek Into My World, My Night........And My Mind. |
May 28, 2008 9:20 pm
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As I write the sun descends behind the historic magnificence of the campus trees. Arising from the distant tree-line in layers- is a pale-golden yellow accented sliver of sky, with smooth wispy, plum colored stratus clouds. The pale-gold melts intimately into a crisp dark-yellow layer of atmosphere. At what seems a very short distance, is a sharp demarcation where shades of yellow give way to a bright pink portion of flat clouds.
From here the color palate becomes a progression of darker pink-violet to deep blue; and ascending into the greyness which dwells overhead.
20 minutes later, and the picture a-head of my balcony, is a faint recollection of itself. The majestic trees of campus' foliage are as the shadows; pure darkness against a lighter backdrop. These magnificent trees that must be 200 years old, have seemingly melded into one another- forming one single gigantic entity. Much like the mountains might out west.
The clouds above are yet a dark grey with a pinch of purple and perhaps a dab of royal blue-much overtaken by dimness.
Above the tree-line is a solitary streak of fleeting deep- turquoise.
10 minutes later, all brilliance of day gives way to the trappings of night. Darkness now reigns supreme.
28,105 sunsets in the life of one who lives to see 77yrs old.
How many will I remember?
How many will I care to see?
Looking out into the distance from my balcony I get the distinct feeling G-d is trying to tell me something by the beauteous display He's laid out before me. Not just me, but all who care to inquire of Him.
To me it's a story of Love and Beauty. It's colors perhaps as diverse as Joseph's coat.
In a sense, those old- and timeless prophets are here with me, taking in what I see... and relating it to what THEY... (.)
...like the psalms of king David to Tehillim.
But throughout the entire show- there's one thing I know, and that's that G-d's Love covers me like a prayer shawl...while I cover Him with prayers.
GbU friends in Christ,
sabrefire
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| In Memorium; A Hero |
May 25, 2008 10:48 pm
468 Views |  | In the room that serves as my study, is a rather modest three drawer desk. It tucks-up almost perfectly against the solitary, two-paned 4 foot-wide window. Directly outside of my third story apartment, at a distance of- around 200 yards, is a 12 story professional building that is only really remarkable- by night. And that's simply due to the brilliant electric-blue neon lights illuminating its exterior. One continuous horizontal- blue neon line accent- spanning the circumference of the building; for each of the twelve floors. It's been a terrific distraction for those laborious hours of study- hypnotic even.
Aside from the desk and computer chair, is a weight bench, and rather large glossy-well varnished pine book case that's utterly bursting with a multitude of books.
On my East wall are two framed University degrees, and a commendation from my former School of Science. The North and South walls are essentially bare, except for the off-white textured plaster walls.
The West Wall- which my iso-metric weight-bench faces is a bit different. To the left is a much faded 3'x5' American flag streaming down. The flag that I hung from my college house window the night following September 11, 2001. I refused to remove it until the day that my roommates and I moved out, in August of 2003.
On the right is my Grandfather Schnepp's Honorable Discharge record from the United States Marine Corps. He served as a Marine Sgt. Drill Instructor at Cherry Pt. N.C. following the Korean Conflict.
I'm reminded constantly that I am the spitting image of this man. And by pictures, I must rather happily agree. Sadly, he went to the Lord a few years before I was born (may he rejoice in heaven).
Front and center is the framed Discharge papers(2) of my Grandpa Dandurand. I must fight off emotion even now as I write of him. He was the kindest man I ever met, and also the most heroic. He went to the Lord when I was 16... 11 years ago. He was, too much- to say of him here. He was a great man. And we who are here still love him dearly. I must remind myself that those who have departed are not the one's who have truly gone away; it is us who yet remain here, that are apart from their home. Those, who have lived-done well and passed on, are home, and soon, we too will come again back home.
Thank you Grandpa Dandurand, for what you did while you were here. Thanks for your bravery and your love.
And yes Sir, we who are G-d's people will never forget the heroism and sacrifice of those before us.
The year before my Grandfather passed on, I visited Dachau, the liberated concentration camp -in Germany. It's impression is yet at times still unspeakable to me...
On my wall an official paper state's:
22 September 1945
Fort Sheridan Illinois
CPL Dandurand, Hector G.
DOB 9 Nov. 19--
5'9" 185lbs.
HONORABLE DISCHARGE
Battles and Campaigns: Algeria French Moroccan Tunisian Sicilian Naples Foggia Rome Arono Appennines. AIR OFFENSIVE EUROPE
Decorations and Citations: American Defense Service Ribbon, 1 Silver Star, 2 Bronze Battle Stars, 6 Overseas Service Bars, 1 Service Stripe, Good Conduct Medal, Lapel Button Issued
Reason for Separation: Conv of Govt RR 1-1 (Demobilization) AR 615-365 15 Dec 44
This Pay: $100
Travel Pay: $11.45
Gbu and your family as well,
sabrefire
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