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!
Here's a bit of sloppy prose I wrote on this beautiful day the Lord had made. I'll call it, Heart Enough For Two...
Go silently into the night need to feel the breeze I need that freeze- to wane the flames of a heart. Fire? Heart enough for two.
"What is truth?" Lord above. Look at the shackels like steely bracelets- worn with pride U wanted truth- here's the proof heart enough for two.
I'll suffer the sentence solitary confinement here without you- hearts lament Alone? Spirit teaches soul refinement. heart enough for two.
Send me a Princess -there's a covanent- in the morning- light must shine. Time spent in darkness, who'll praise the Son? Morning Star arising in a heart making space- heart enough for two- now there's room enough for a princess too-
Conspiracy abounds...I heard on the wire today that Fiji is covertly planning on drilling to the other-side of the globe to relocate its island there...thus disturbing the axis of the earth in such a way that all the polar bears invade the U.S. and establish an iron-fisted rule with reindeer as SS-like foot soldiers. This will- no doubt- usher in the One World System. And yes, they will have laser's attached to their antlers. So far today I've read of no less than 6 conspiracy theories...and none of them were in the least compatible. So unless anyone has a parallel universe conspiracy theory handy- we have ourselves a rather serious math problem to deal with here. 1 Truth and 6 theories; and that's just a drop in the Ocean that is Conspiracy.
The problem with all these 2000 yrs of end times conspiracy theories is that when they DONT come to pass, it shows they are not from G-d. And it helps slay the souls of the little children because they then think all of Christianity is bogus and reserved for the mentally ill!
Who would want to take part in defaming G-d like that? Who would want to take part in making the outstretched arms of our LORD, seem as the gesture of a madman?
In Revelation, John was asked "what is the meaning of this?" what did John answer? He said "Thou knowest."
G-d's Word is Holy and True to the last jot and tilde. Bogus conspiracy theories, false prophesies, and those who so readily lust after and propagate them are wholly harmful to G-d, Christ, the Holy Spirit...and ALL His children. I encourage everyone to reread Job starting at chapter 38 WHERE THE LORD SPEAKS... as I too will. After chapter upon chapter of Job's "buddies" preaching smooth sounding jibberish to him the LORD had enough!
38:1 Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,
Job 38:2 Who [is] this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge?
Job 38:3 Gird up now thy loins like a man; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.
Job 38:4 ¶ Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding.
Job 38:5 Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it?
Job 38:6 Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof;
Job 38 When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Job 38:8 Or [who] shut up the sea with doors, when it brake forth, [as if] it had issued out of the womb? --------------------------------------------
Satan was a liar since the beginning- and the father of liars. "Surely you will not die." Isn't there a commandment about taking false-witness? Doesn't it say liars DO NOT inherit eternal life? What about false prophets? I remember Christ saying something rather uncomfortable would happen to those who lead the little ones astray... If you're willing to stake your eternal salvation on your prophesy, by all means...happy sailing. But, know the stakes folks. This is no-limit poker your playing and you're going all in...by saying this is what WILL HAPPEN! A "maybe" or a "perhaps" -perhaps could be the difference between playin another hand and living eternity in the streets. (see how i did that). If you are humble enought to tell the children to take it with a grain of salt- they likely will, and if it fails you defame yourself...and not G-d.
Hmmmm, seems like propagating the fiji conspiracy might not be in my best interest after- all.
Want to give good counsel and advice? Repent, watch, and live not by bread alone- but by EVERY WORD OF G-d. Watch. Watch. Watch. Dont miss the thief because you were expecting a polar bear. Watch.
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???
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."
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 A FirePost
"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
My 2 letters to my unborn niece or nephew That's right, I'm going to be an uncle of a ruff 'n tuff- baby boy!!! Oh Lord, the fun that is in store! Praise G-d for the blessings He bestows! Who is like Thee O' Lord our G-d??? Gb, sabrefire
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.
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
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.
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy? 
