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The Midnight Ocean

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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You'll Be Princess I'll Be Your Knight	May 29, 2008 12:12 am 474 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 Copyright 2008 MAS
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I Peek Into My World, My Night........And My Mind.	May 28, 2008 9:20 pm 441 Views
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 Copyright © 2008 MAS
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In Memorium; A Hero

May 25, 2008 10:48 pm
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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

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Travel Pay: $11.45

Gbu and your family as well,
sabrefire

Copyright © 2008 MAS

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"YOU HERETIC"	May 24, 2008 11:24 pm 441 Views
For I saw- each man had become an heretic- one to the other. I sought thee hard, but lo, beheld not a brother. Twilight and the stars became my only home By day, solitary and frantic did I roam. I cried across the sands but did you hear? No, there was not a single place to endear. The earth was scorched my feet did burn. For a drop of water continually did I yearn. In protest did mine empty stomach churn. I cried out in my desperation "God, is no man learned?" By dusk cameth forth all manner of creeping things. Nightmares arrive as on owls wings. I dreamt dawn was not my salvation for wicked things it likewise brings, like how the metal of a thief's blade rings. I sawest: I'd starve, I beheld myself slain, I was broken and drown in the waves! Yea, I saw the whole earth littered with graves. I heard the very ground cry out for the blood it craved. As a madman- I raved. For, if every man becomes an heretic-one to the other- lo, no man will have himself a brother. Charity above all things- I beseech you all to love one another! Gb, sabrefire Copyright © 2008 MAS
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CRY ME A RIVER...	May 21, 2008 8:59 pm 398 Views
In the beginning, the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. Before life as we know it (in the present age) dwelt on this craggy rock we call earth; only waters existed on the face of the deep. God then- formed everything out of the formless void of the earth. You too were wrought from the watery abyss. The Embryo and blastula are reared and sustained in the dark watery environ of the womb. Following this we are born into the world and join the ranks of man. Upon separation from our watery world that is the womb, we successfully transition into the dry and arid climate of earth by internalizing and taking with us- our former watery microcosm. The elemental concentrations of sodium, chloride, and potassium of our bodily tissues and fluid are essentially equal to that of the earth's ocean's. We were conceived and reared into human form- in essentially what is seawater. We were then born into a dry world, where we cry and sweat ...what- for all intents and purposes- is seawater. Praise G-d and His glorious Word. Jn 7:38 "He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water." Rev 19:6 "And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth." Ps119:136 "Rivers of waters run down my eyes..." sabrefire Copyright © 2008 MAS
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THAT SINKING FEELING	May 21, 2008 4:53 am 409 Views
Sink - Swim Broken bottles-& busted dreams, parents no longer listenin to their childrens' screams- little fingers clasped together- prayng to be beamed- -up out of this mess. You need help- you must confess. Double- tongued like a snake, -wrong track- yer a runaway train without any brakes. no matter what you do it feels like a mistake, never alone, cuz demons slitherin around -hopin you'll break yer skin and bones- how much more can you take? Rock bottom- sink or swim- when the demons grin- Cry out to Him. Step into the light- turn and fight, trust in HIS might- make the darkness bright. I know you haven't been the same since he left you. No matter how hard you try- always feelin south of blue brokenheart, torn apart- but what's new? he doesn't seem to care what he put you through. You wanna pay him back- & give em a clue Crazy thoughts abound all day you just can't seem to get away. Still want your old life back?-then in hell you'll stay. heart's dim -cold as winter- even though it's May my child why so stubborn?- you know you must pray. Rock bottom- sink or swim- don't make the devil grin. Cry out to- Him. Step back into the light- turn and fight this time with all your might Give yourself back to Gd, make all the darkness bright. Yer face is sore from all the cryin, said -"I Love you a million times"- and you weren't lyin. Funeral was another two hours of cryin- couldn't stop, though you were tryin you wish it was you that had done the dyin- faith shaken- U feel a million miles from Zion. Midnight- awake on your knees screamin into a tear soaked pillow -all your pleas Be strong my child, Christ holds the keys- It's time to read- dust off that book please. Arise from the dust- & grow as the tallest amongst the trees. Rock bottom- sink or swim- don't give the devil a chance to grin- Cry out to- Him! Step into the light, turn again and fight. Give yourself up to Gd, make your darkness bright. -Ah... you know I'm right- JAH! Copyright © 2008 MAS
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LOVE SICK	May 20, 2008 12:22 pm 438 Views
Wanted a change so I took a turn took me a while but finally I learned Good from bad-wrong from right, -I'd struggled to discern matchlight -to a torch- I now burn Lookin back now with wonder and amazement revelations -on what each phase meant from the times my spirit felt locked away in the basement and all the endurances of "endless torment," those pages and pages privy to my lament could write about em all day and not make a dent- I praise my Gd for all the trials and instruction hard times teachin me to prevent destruction He was always there -giving me proper correction No smoke, or mirrors or misdirection. Just a father showin His son- affection. -move to the head of the class - His election Times change, I change, nothing stays the same Sometimes, at night I think how it's a shame enemy shows me material things tryin to make me feel lame tricks me into thinkin-cuz I don't own it- I should feel ashamed but I remember my Fathers commandment- checkmate -beat him at his own game "get behind me satan," in Yeshuas name! Dealin with devils you gotta use yer brain. Talk to em about Christ- & watch em squirm and strain. Don't be afraid you've got Christ in your marrow-His wisdom's in your veins. Rest my head- wonder what's in store like when I'll meet a Princess to adore something fantastical and mysterious -like childrens folklore trees of paper, rings and vows- sound of rice dancin on the floor when I meet her- wonder if it'll be as if I already know her? Fragrance of Love, visions of softness - vanishes in a blur. Lovesick, and - I'm not sure there's a cure I praise my Gd for all the trials and instruction hard times teachin me to prevent destruction He was always there- givin me the proper correction No smoke or mirrors -or misdirection Just a Father showin His son -affection Move to the head of the class- His election A FirePost sabrefire Copyright © 2008 MAS
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FORWARD ZION!!!	May 19, 2008 7:40 pm 361 Views
Another poem I wrote awhile back. Burn my bed and rip off my door I don't need them anymore Holdin back makes me sore Soon, I won't feel this pain anymore. From the darkness of my porch comes forth praise, like the light from a torch 'Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke' (Ps.114) -He was my Shield, my Fortress, till daylight broke. (Ps.91:20 We'll tear down the wall if they won't let us in, -shatter the bricks- with our fists-until we win- We'll raise the menorahs and He'll spark the wicks. Carry away a kings treasure - I'll build me a palace lend me a hand we need to measure (Rev.21:16) Wait 33 days and tear it down with malice. Burn my bed and rip off my door I don't need them anymore Holding back makes me sore Soon, I won't feel pain anymore. Spend seven years as a slave for the love of a girl (Gen.29:20) May the heavens bow and the blessings swirl (Ps.144:5) As a grain of sand becomes a pearl You're the light amongst a dark world. Spirit springs forth like a lightning bolt (Rev.) coming on clouds riding a white colt from east to west shoots forth a great noise now's is the time for patience and poise. Nightshade- visions of galaxies- perplexing me. I find myself asking G-d - how I came- to be contemplating the deepest secrets- and all I cannot see ponder the unsearchable wisdom of the Trinity. Burn my bed and rip off my door I don't need them anymore Holdin back makes me sore ZION- I don't feel pain anymore. Copyright ©2007 MAS
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Stream of Ancients - My Lord	May 19, 2008 5:16 am 349 Views
Here's a bit of prose I wrote about those ancient Word's of the Bible that call to us from across time. And they call to me from 2347B.C. The year our Lord swallowed by waters- without mercy When Noah and his horde sojourned- upon a churning sea Perfect in his generation so that Christ could later be. Twilight and the whispers roll like gentle waves- lapping the shore others boom and arrive like bolts of lighting- i can't ignore. a slumbering body and a restless soul- fueling my depleted spirit- it's renewal makes me whole. Thunder! - Echoes to me from across times stronghold, Bringing with it the tale of Joeseph being sold. He was lifted from a pit at just 18 years old, 156 years later screams a baby Moshe born into the cold. Drip- drop ,sweat and blood- quench the parched- cracked ground, Sound builds to the thunder of 600,000 footsteps marchin around. But, Moshe walked with G*d, so miracles and blessings abound, Music crescendo's till a parted sea's waves come crashing down- with an aweful sound. Sunrise, I rise, where do I go from here? Check the book, rehearse the plan, listen closely so- you may hear. Reflection- do you like what you see in the mirror? K, now open your eyes wider- so it may become clearer. Shhh, quiet now- listen to Davids armor tinkle as he sheds it off, In the face of the giant one must be quick and nimble- like a moth "little boy, am I a dog?" - this geber was wroth. Hold fast to your rock (Christ), finish it, - now, cut sins head off! David, but small, as fierce a warrior as a li-on, U know he's a type for Christ when he returns to Zi-on? Betrothed to Christ- he'll put an end to all yer cry-on 2 millenia ago, He showed- there's no fear in the dy-on. Suttle is the voice of the lark- noon time- a walk through the park magnificent oak- shadow's peaceful and dark Rememberence of their voices -echoes the words of Matthew and Mark Did you know grafting of the fig tree begins with the bark? (Parable of the fig tree) Blarring horns-skreetchin tires- 5pm rush home-back hurts - minds feelin slow. There's more to life than how you're feeling you know. Welcome the storms -let the cold winds blow Yeah, pray for endurance- we've all got a long row to hoe. Evening time, world's broadcasting the latest tragedies Pictures of the rubble lookin like the destruction of the Temple in 70AD Images fly at light speed for all the world to see. Like the tower of Siloam, seventeen others perished with thee. Silence now- distant flashes, illuminating the young night sky- Clouds rumble in fast and high. Tick-Tick! Lamp flickers - something electrical gone awry? Close mine eyes, lift up my prayers, and bid the world goodbye... drifting off- listen for the stream of ancients - transcendent voices- Lord's lullaby. -JAH!Copyright © 2007 MAS
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Dear Acquaintance In Paradise	May 15, 2008 7:00 am 447 Views
This is a poem I wrote while in paradise... Acquaintance in Paradise, soul so tender and sweet, your eyes so captivating and bright, shine like diamonds with unending light. Your fine curly locks more precious than silk, flowing so gently without any guilt; for these are the things my heart has been spilt. Acquaintance in paradise, soul so tender and sweet, smile so radiant one could never grow cold, and a laugh so contagious that will never grow old. Your presence so powerful, subtle and bold- can release a 1 ton burden... 10 fold, for all these reasons I am sold. Dear Acquaintance in Paradise, so brilliant and aware- mind so quick and right, I'm in awe of your intentions, and intrigued by your insight. Your charm is thicker than any, consider this a blessing never acquired by many. For all these reasons my acquaintance in paradise, I cannot be sorry. Copyright © 2008 MAS
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