The Prophet

Such not ever seen
In the days present nor past
Moses spoke face to face
With the First and the Last

Out of the land of Egypt
Bearing silver and gold
The Israelites set forth
A nation’s story unfolds

Great signs and great wonders
From God’s mighty hand
Bestowed upon the prophet
Our God’s eternal plan

Out of the midst of the nation
Great terrors performed – he
Pestilence and plagues
Parting the Red Sea

Destroying Pharaoh’s army
The kings of the Amorites
The giant children of Anak
Even the Canaanites

Braving insurrections
With intercessory prayer
He pleaded for the people
For almighty God to spare

Blessing all the tribes
He scaled Mount Nebo to see
The promised land of Canaan
The Glory that is to be

The prophet and servant of God
In the land of Moab died
The children of Israel mourned
For thirty days they cried

Moses, the friend of God
Was buried in the land
With mercy and compassion
By Almighty God’s hand

Peerless

The Glory of God descended
From celestial Heavens high
Wilderness land of Horeb
Mount called Sinai

Out of the midst of the fire
Dark cloud and thick smoke
The voice of Almighty God
Unto the Nation spoke

At the base of the mount
The Israelites stood in fear
Pleading with the prophet, Moses
To ascend and hear

God’s words of a covenant promise
Even the commandments; ten
Statutes and judgments for learning
For Moses to tutor all men

The God of our faithful fathers
Brought forth with a mighty hand
All the nation of Israel
To give a promised land

The sovereign, merciful God
To Him goes all the Glory
Our Lord is supremely righteous
The Spirit is forever Holy

 

 

There’s Just Something About Nothing

They appear as strangers I know in a fictional life. While gathered together, we sip hot beverages, and the talk is about “nothing,” and it’s clear “nothing” really seems to matter. I imbibe and look around at the faces of the strangers; perhaps to glimpse “something” through the shadow clouding the beliefs of those with whom I pass the time, dreary. Behold! It appears “nothing” has not changed. I finish my drink and politely retire from the company of the strangers with the sincere hope our next encounter will prove “nothing” has changed.

The Real You

You never had a chance to be your true self. The aristocracy hated you long before you emanated. The aristocrats planned and waited for you. Then, they seized upon you, and with invisible chains, clothed you, leaving nothing but a shadow to walk the earth; a faint remnant of what is and what used to be. The real you never had a chance. You have never indeed known anybody in your life, including yourself, your family, your progeny; no one has ever indeed known anybody as nobody has ever known themselves. You are vague, but your true self not forgotten.

It Takes Imagination

You are what somebody else imagined long before you originated. The dais was ready- made, and your/their life planned and prepared when your owners seized upon you and began to make you into their image for their unique purposes. Your life matters more to them than to you.
You’re glad for what your owners did with your life. They had been kind; supporting your every need. Food, water, clothing, shelter, education, labor, and most of all, direction, leadership, and purpose. Your owners are considerate in granting time for leisure and thus supply vast, varied amounts of entertainment forms for you to enjoy when you’re not laboring for them.
Those indigenous to this land, Native Americans (or savages), knew not, for they were ignorant having not realized that after thousands of years the earth was entreating to be exploited, liberated from its holding of vital, abundant resources and materials. It took men of renown, of course, to advance disease, criminality, money, pollution, politics, war, and pornography (an abbreviated list) to the heights that we see and wallow in today. The aristocracy showed that they could expand on these items.
However, it was not without effort, and the task was not easy. It took hundreds of millions of enlightened, industrious human beings working jointly to fulfill the lofty dream of becoming a beacon for others to distinguish and thus dare emulate. To stumble and fall short so such a worthy enterprise would be to heap great shame upon one’s self.
It is essential for you to consider how much your lives have meant to your owners. They have prospered as no other small group of figures to prove themselves in this world as being deserving of the absolute best to be taken on earth. Sure, when you contemplate your existence today the toil and hardships of everyday life are but a small price to pay for your owners to be able to reap such huge benefits; and all thanks to your belief and submissive posturing.

The Connection

I live not, I only exist to be controlled. I’m looked upon with lustful eyes that feast upon my soul – a prized possession! Distortions race through the minds of those consumed with envy and greed. Leering eyes filled with lust, and faces, look-daggers with hate. Death has taken hold, and they stumble about the earth in dreadful shadow. They were alive once, a long time ago, in a distant land full of mystery and wonders. Darkness slowly appeared and enveloped them, and now they are lost. They wander the earth, ferreting as if in search of some way out of the depths of deceit. They lived once but chose death. They were tricked, by the evil one, who hated them and lusted after their souls – prized possessions!

Owned

Do what I send without delay
You won’t escape me anyway
I own you; you love me
Give your all, and it’s all mine
Freedom is what I say it is
Prey on you all the time
I’m your judgment; ancient view
Never see me seeing you
I’m in control; you’ve lost your hold
On your knees, you give it away every day