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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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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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I JUST FOUND OUT IT's a BOY! Jun 6, 2008 11:35 pm
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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
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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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A 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
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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

This Pay: $100
Travel Pay: $11.45

Gbu and your family as well,
sabrefire

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"YOU HERETIC" May 24, 2008 11:24 pm
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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
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CRY ME A RIVER... May 21, 2008 8:59 pm
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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..."

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THAT SINKING FEELING May 21, 2008 4:53 am
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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 G*d,
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 G*d,
make your darkness bright.

-Ah... you know I'm right-
JAH!

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