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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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LOVE SICK	May 20, 2008 12:22 pm 486 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 411 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 394 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 517 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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Do YOU Even Know Which Way Is Up???	May 14, 2008 2:30 am 508 Views
We can spend years walking down one path without even knowing what end is up.I know it is a strange statement, but please let me prove the statements worth. I recently read of how in 1979 an archaeologist named Gabi was excavating burial sites in the Hinnom Valley in Jerusalem. One day a group of school children belonging to an archeology club arrived. One child in particular was boisterous and annoying in that special way only 12 year old boys can be. lol. The child, Nathan, kept interrupting and asking "silly" questions, so Gabi thought of a way to get young Nathan out of his hair for a bit. Gabi said something on the order of, "stay at this spot and don't leave until it is as clean as your mothers kitchen. And don't touch anything that you find!" It wasn't even a couple of minutes later that Gabi again felt a tug at the back of his shirt and Nathans voice. When Gabi turned around he saw young Nathan holding some obviously very old and previously undiscovered clay pots! What young Nathan had done led to one of the most significant archaeological finds of all time. You see the little cut-up Nathan was not content with cleaning so he took a hammer and started banging way at the stone floor. Only it wasn't a floor as Gabi and all the highly educated archaeologists had assumed, it was a fallen first century BC ceiling! Among the great finds to come were two pieces of rolled silver "the size of cigarette butts." After 3 years they finally had successfully unrolled them-intact. What was revealed was a 2,600 year old benediction of The Book of Numbers. That's 300 years older than the Dead Sea Scrolls. Proving once and for all that The Book was not a Hellenistic invention- as unbelievers spitefully proposed. So in conclusion it is true that we can walk for years down one path- not knowing which end is up. Sometimes even a heedless child can stumble upon ( or tactlessly shatter LOL ) a truth we've overlooked in our "great wisdom." So no matter where you're at in your walk with Christ, keep a humble open-mind. Because even those immature- annoying little buggers- just might be able to teach YOU...what end is up!GB friends! sabrefire Copyright © 2008 MAS
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Doomed To The Minds Dark Abyss???	May 12, 2008 5:40 am 453 Views
What are memories more than mental still-frames stored in the recesses of our mind? It has been suggested by some that we never truly forget anything, but rather that we simply lose the path that would allow us to again access it. We always permanently file away those events that we deem significant and sweep what's left into our temporary folder...where if we don't come looking for it anytime soon, it's doomed to the mental dark abyss- and never to be recalled again. At least not in this life. And not by the notoriously under-utilized capacity of our flesh brain. When you flip through your mental photo album what do you see? Your wedding day? The face belonging to your first kiss? The unsteady gaze of your newborn son or daughter? Perhaps you see something darker, something that is better whispered about than announced publicly? Something painful and tragic. Yesterday was Mothers day and I was blessed enough to spend the day with my mother and family. I had noticed on her refrigerator was a picture. There on aged-yellowing paper was a very crude drawing of some leviathan. Above it was written "Godzilla." Below -in an unsteady hand, "robie, January 1980." Rob is my older brother, and in 1/1980 I hadn't even been conceived yet. Today my brother is quite successful and by most accounts quite skilled at what he does. What strikes me is that my mother doesn't have his business card up on the fridge, or a recent picture displaying his accomplishments, but rather a crude drawing he'd made some 28 years ago. SURELY he has no recollection of ever drawing it! But, my mother does. This morning I'm thinking, perhaps this is just how our Lord Jesus Christ looks at our photo albums. Perhaps those still-frames of OUR memories that comprise OUR mental photo album are not exactly the ones that the Lord greatly prizes. Perhaps we are all just as my brother was, an 'unskilled' hand offering gifts out of love and hope, not knowing fully yet what 'true' art is...and not caring to. Perhaps His album of us is comprised of a great many still-frames of those innocent thoughts and deeds lost to the recesses of our minds... but precious in His. GB, sabrefire Copyright ©2008 MAS
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For The Kid In Us All.	May 9, 2008 9:55 pm 669 Views
Here's something I wrote for the kid in all of us... Small Blue Fish I set out atop the sea alone I wanted to be long I traveled hard I paddled Just me, my boat, and the water below Just before dark came a startling "hello." I feverishly looked about but not a craft was in sight Why, I asked "had I imagined such a fright?" It was sometime later...perhaps two dawns pass, came another friendly gasp... "Hello!" I jerked and off came my cap "Hello?" I replied uncertain as I sat "You are there I see, and I'm truly glad of that...perhaps kind sir you would like your hat?" I looked past the bow and into the sea what I saw next still amazes me A kindly expression on the face of a small blue fish! It spoke, "I only need a second for I have but one dear wish... Perhaps kind man can you point this fish toward land? For there are things in the sea I just can't understand." Surprised I relied, "O' dear fish, believe me there you will find no certain bliss, For the land you seek can be equally as bleak." Long I sat without so much as a sound long the small blue fish floated without swimming around Throughout the night both man and fish thought with all their might And when the sun did rise I said "O dear fish I believe I have a plan you teach the fish and I'll teach man we'll forget about ourselves and teach of the I AM." GB, sabrefire Copyright ©2008 MAS
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Out of Darkness Comes Light

May 4, 2008 6:31 pm
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Out of the darkness comes light.
Darkness is not the enemy of light, it's the absence of it.
In contrast to my last thread I want to quickly, describe the pain and darkness that I felt in the hours of my trouble. I wrote this several months ago after a period of nostalgia- on my earlier youth. I'm not sure that it will be meaningful- or relate-able for others, but nonetheless I'd thought I'd share it to show what I was saved from. It goes:

There wasn't any hope. At least not any "real" hope; not the consoling palpable kind. There was only the astral kind. The kind often reserved only for the demented- or the kind half heartedly offered to the dying.
He had envisioned his past as elaborately decorated with divers strands of twinkling lights; now they were mere nostalgic relics of hope. Gone forever-twice dead. Ahead was only blackness. Hope? No. He wasn't even sure the sun would rise in the morning...nor was he sure he wanted it to.
Perhaps the sun itself was just a dream. Perhaps it too had given up hope.
The sun, the world, and everyone in it wasn't good enough anymore. It couldn't save him-from itself. He couldn't save him- from himself.
In his darkness came a single ray of light. It whispered to him,
"tell me child where've you been?
I missed you son, where you been?"
And that was the first day of the rest of my life.
"1Jo 2:8 Again, a new commandment I write unto you, which thing is true in him and in you: because the darkness is past, and the true light now shineth.
1Jo 2:9 He that saith he is in the light, and hateth his brother, is in darkness even until now.
1Jo 2:10 He that loveth his brother abideth in the light, and there is none occasion of stumbling in him."

GbU and what do you think?
Sabrefire

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Reflections- On My Old Self...My Past.	May 2, 2008 4:56 pm 709 Views
T.G. exams are over- and my mind can rest- and my heart can again speak! Here's what I'm thinking about tonight... Sometimes I ask myself "how in the world did you ever make it-from day to day in those days?" "Those days," being when the flame did not burn as it does now. Lol, sometimes I feel as befuddled by this question... as if someone had asked me to do a chi-square in my head. Honestly, it's best answered by that common gesticulation of shrugged shoulders and a cocked grin. I just don't know. LOL. Sometimes when I hear or read of "The Song of Degrees," I think... what a great description of the burning flame of faith- that dwells inside the believer. When I rewind the dial -back into my early adult years, I become an obscure and faint recollection of myself. The less I recognize myself... as me. At 23 I was 180 degrees of myself. Distant, dark, and quite unfamiliar. At 14 I was not unlike I was at 24. Perhaps, 90 degrees of angle. Because at 14, grace filled the space, that by 25-knowledge had learned. At 27...I don't know- it's hard to define perpetual motion. I just know that it gets brighter everyday that I remain in Him. I hear the ticking- I feel the light, and I pray that grace takes me back to that place... that place I came from...0 degrees. Or should I say 360 degrees?? GbY friends! sabrefire Copyright © 2008 MAS
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HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM: Hubris! Our Reality.	May 1, 2008 12:46 am 732 Views
Excuse me for being uncharacteristically brash for a moment. It's a sad reality that people are all too adept at using their "faith" as a weapon of prideful fragmentation. Some even mingle a real weapon (homicide bomber anyone?)with this ugly weapon. "Oh, I would never do that!" But you tell me is, it better or worse if someone slays a soul by turning them away from what little truth they do have? Didn't Christ teach of this? Didn't he warn that if anyone should harm the precious little one's, or that it would be better for Sodom than it will be for some when He returns? A shameful number of us continue to stagger blindly about, drunken with the maddening wine of our own ego's. Our stumbling block has become the camouflaged serpent at the feet of our pulpits and pews,(and even our blogs)... and he's disguised as "the truth, and the only truth." "But surely YOU will not die; you're as god's, you know good from evil perfectly." It slithers. Please don't misconstrue what I'm saying, there is a "One truth." An absolute truth. But when a man supposes to know it, he's already proved himself to have deviated from it. The One truth already came, and was tortured and slain, because of our hubris, and haughty ego's. Branded a Blasphemer by Pharisaical subscribers to the "one truth" taught by man. He has risen...and we are not Him. We should all be vigilant in listening for the Pharisaical spirit, that may come out of our mouths. By recognizing it, we can help defeat it. We can strip away the serpents skin, but Christ alone will smash the serpents head with his heel. We won't completely have the "One truth," until Christ is De Facto- in our arms... and we can cut out the middle man between our soul-and-G-d; that middle man is our depraved minds. We believe our faith is infallible and immortal. But,in fact the only thing that seems infallible and immortal these days... is our ego's. GB and sorry for the tangent. But,us young believers we have a long row to ho, and our task is daunting. It saddens and enrages me at the same time. It's not a battle for fists and tears, but a battle that can only be fought with Love...the greatest Commandment of all. Be vigilant always, with Love, sabrefire Copyright © 2008 MAS
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