Preformances of Self

     You have learned the story of the Three, and you have learned all of his word.  You have danced in front of many, and you have bowed before all.  You have known a cause, and you have known a mission.  You are so much, but still you remain nothing.
     For learning is not believing, and knowing is not being.  Preforming is lying, and none lie before the Father.  Though you may believe, and though you may be all that is ment to be, when you begin to preform, all crumble to your feet.
     Even when you are what you have always been meant to be; when you dance and search for your own praise, who do you praise.  If you drive for glory for you to bask in, who do you give glory to.  When you preform to others for their applause, you take what is rightfully the Lord’s.
     Feel free to dance and please do bow, but no more be in front.  Let your voice bellow and throw your hands in the air.  But no more be in the front.  No more keep an eye open to watch as others look at you.  No more dance for the applauding of others.  No more preach a mission, or lecture of the Tree for but the chance to mount the pedestal.
     But please do dance, I even beg you to sing.  Please do share the word, and I beg you to never stop bowing before the Lord.  But no more for show, and no more for glory.  Though they may praise you, bask not in their words.

Their praise is the Fathers, and so is yours.

Violent Man Prayer VII

     Look around you, what do you see?  All thoughts around you, so happy and close to you.  Is that what you see, or do you share my eyes?  I see past all that is known by the outsider, I see all that is known to me, and I see all that there is to be seen. Look around you and what do you see?  With so many joyfull laughs and so many greatfull faces what could be wrong is this wondrous place.  Now, look through my eyes and see as I see, know as I know, and feel as I feel.
     Look around you now and think this, where have all the laughs gone, and where have all the greatfull faces fled to?  Look around and see off to the distance there is still a smile, joyfull and filled with peace.  As this face shines upon others they begin to smile too.  Some barley grin and some burst out in laughter.  Now see as they see, feel as they feel, know what they have known.  When you are smiled upon, how can you not smile back?  Do not horde this new found joy, do not hide this treat for the others.  Be smiled upon and begin to smile upon others.  It may be a simple grin, but let it be planted in someone else.  Though it may cause you to grin, it may cause them to beam with brightness.
     So do not horde your joy and do not hide your happiness.  For if you spred these smiles, on day we will all see. And the way you first saw, with joyfull faces and greatfull laughs, will be the way that I see.

Let us see, and let us smile.

A word Spoken

This bit I actually shared in public before publishing and posting. It is a condescend version of my Inspiration on Worship in some ways. It is also and entirely different piece in others.

 

     I’ve heard your voices, and wept with such joy, such gratitude, and such pride.  You, the youth, have started to shake the very foundations of this building.  This church itself dances with us.  You all have such power within you, you all can do so much.  Right now you shake a church into dancing, what else can we do?  Our ancestors, people who witnessed miracles everyday, had the same power.  They shook not a building but a city, they brought and evil city to its knees, so that it and all within would bow before God.  They are gone now, and it is up to us.  Let us no longer shake this building, nor this city, nor this nation.  Let the youth rise and let us use our power!  Tonight we no longer will shake this place, but tonight we will begin to shake the world!  So it may bow before God!

Insparation on Worship

     I hear the sounds of the masses, all the many within this place and other wise.  I hear the sounds of your worship, it had become long forgotten in the sorrows and pains of the world.  Long has it been since I’ve witnessed the sounds of such solid faith, long has it been since I’ve been moved to rise in such proud humility, and long has it been since I’ve carried others, while still sinking in under my own burdens.
     Lifted form sinking ground the song of many voices draws all else.  Brought back to life so that I may bring others, I have finally regained my strength.  As long as this praise of many echo’s within every crevice my strength remains, strength of no bounds recites through the voices.  Their sound is power and their power is Holy, so bring your power here, let us unite and shape what is left of this world.

     Like the mighty noise of ancient days let us harness what we hold.  Our praise and worship can change the world, let us now lift our hands and let us lift our hearts.  Let us hold true to our purpose and let us bow to who we serve.  Our praise can change the world and our worship can move mountains and break vast seas.  Like the mighty noise our ancient brothers made.  While they shook the mighty Jerico, while they trudged ’till only rubble remain, we will trudge until the world is rubble.  They shook a city, let us shake a people.
     The world is wicked and darkness is ramped.  We have strength and might beyond what could be imagined.  Let us bring ourselves to live in a world aflame so that all will see the smoke, and so that all may feel the warmth.  With our sound let the all consuming fir engulf this place.  Our song can change the world, and we will ignite the first spark.  With worship so mighty and praise so fierce, let us bring the fire here.  Our sound is power and our power is Holy. 

As our brothers of ancient days shook a city to rubble, let us now shake a world.  Not to rubble, but to a great nation, eternally aflame and engulfed with the All Consuming Fire.

Charge

     On guard and dawn your weapons!  The company is under siege and the villages have been set into smoke, the enemy has taken captives and the will not last long.  As more smoke rises they burn within, trapped in cages like livestock to the slaughter.
Off you rumps and strap on your boots.  The longer we remain still the longer the innocent suffer.  Our enemy is cunning and cruel.  Its furry is matched only by its relentless rage!  They take no prisoners with them alive, and only let them live to suffer.  Look around you, are you going to lay in this fortress safeguarded and pure?  Or will you join me and fulfill a purpose?  Millions and more suffer, if we stay than all of them shall perish.

     Charge with me brothers, for our need is great.  Charge win with me brothers, though we may parish is not the life of one worth as much as ours or more?  They lay defenceless and broken, beaten and now damned.  Will you sit here and do nothing?  We are armed and heavily guarded, will you just sit there?  Will you just watch and witness, are you truly turning your back?  Are you to turn your back to those who are tortured, for those who turn theirs are no better than the torturers.
     So on your guard and off your rumps!  Draw your swords and dawn your shields!  The villages burn bright in blackness on this nights horizon.  Let us charge towards the sound of the suffering.  Our enemy numbers are greater than our own but we are stronger.  Led by Holy Might and driven by Heavenly Light we shall overcome the tyrants of darkness.  With a bloodied Shepard leading, the lambs of his flock will be saved.  So strap on your boots and charge!  Charge not for glory but mercy.  Charge no for self but for grace.  Charge not for image but for the Lord. Charge!!!

Violent Man Prayer VI

    You have heard the rants of passion, you have listened to the preachings of heart, you have experienced the trails of life, you have seen the pain of the world, and you have felt the presence.  All of these things, and you know them all, or do you?
Though you heard the rant, listened to the preaching, experienced the world, and felt something more.  Through it all you were there, or were you? Did you really or have you just forgotten.  Nothing is stronger than that which can happen all in one moment.  When you blink and you feel a year go by, are you not blessed?

     Blessed will you be, only if you share your moments as I do.  Moments are your blessings or your curses.  Come with me, and I will give you a moment of Light.  Come with me and I will give you a moment of bounty.  Turn your gaze away and your moments are your own.  Turn away and not take part in me and you will have not even soiled dirt in comparison.  Turn away and you shall remain naked an shackled.  
     So then, how are your moments?  How were your moments?  Do yo9u remember, or would you like to be reminded.  We stand outstretched to you, our bounty is great and we have much to share.  Reach back to us and join our moment.  Did you hear the rants of passion, did you listen to the preachings of heart, did you experience life, did you see the pain of the world, did you feel the presence of our God, the Three in One all merciful Father Son and Spirit?  We have all of these moments, and we are reaching them out to you. 

Reach back to us, and be part of our moment.

Isn’t it Grand?

     Isn’t it grand? How the sweet wind blows, and the mighty trees bow. Isn’t it so grand? Every blade of grass kissing naked feet. And each ray of light warming all with a mighty smile. Isn’t it grand? The way the water glistens with movement, and how silence can be the best of all sounds.
     Isn’t it grand? All the children bare foot and naked, and all the millions wishing for food. Isn’t it grand? No more can one sleep at night, and no more can one be alive without glaring at death all the while. Isn’t it grand? So many are cast away for having nothing, and so many forgotten for their nothingness.
     Isn’t it grand? How the sun who kisses my face drys all too many to a shriveled death. And how the gleaming water before me cannot be found closer than seven miles. Isn’t it grand? When the wind brings me sweet comfort, it yet carries pain in all of the four winds. Isn’t it grand? How as silence strikes, and I have the chance to listen, all that is to be heard is gunfire and war.

 

For those who do not see it, I have a meaning behind this.
     While sitting outside enjoying the amazing weather I began to write the first paragraph. Having trouble nearing the fifth sentence, I started thinking. “How is this so hard? I have serious inspiration busting from the seems out here? Why can’t I write?”
This was when I remembered a guest speaker that had visited that morning. He was from Afghanistan and was speaking about his country and culture and experiences. As I began wondering more and more about what I had learned I began to fit so much together.
     All over the world so many people suffer in so many different ways. I had already started a poem, and now, at long last, I actually had one to write. Something that I forgot to think about was that when I write, it isn’t about what I want to write about. I can never write about how excellent my life is when I know that so many have such trials. My issues seem microscopic in comparison.
     So I ask you this, Isn’t it grand? How as you drive with a group of friends to some party you have such a good time. And I ask you this too, Isn’t it grand? How there is a child just like you who doesn’t even have shoes, that all his friends have been killed by war, and the only car they’ve been in is one he took shelter inside during a bomb raid.

 Isn’t it Grand?
Or is it?

Rise up in Dark War

     Gleaming through the darkness I come to a place I know far too well. For years it had been my home, and for years it had been my prison. I have come back to it, war-torn and tired, I keep my march steady as I pass onto its wicked grounds. A shadowy land, of which I have not forgotten, beckons me to once again rot within it. With darkness at every corner, and danger around every bend, I find myself upon my newest and oldest battlefield. I have been reassigned to the Eastern Front.

     Shinning blindingly I knock on the great rusted gates. Their twisted metal and deadly barbs are nothing when face to face with Holy might and incorruptible determination. When charging towards defined and definite death there is no space for even the slightest doubts. Though a firm rock may be cracked and chipped under me, it is still a firm rock.

     Nothing held back and nothing left resting. As the moment of departure comes and I am to storm the gates, only one thought exists,
“I must fight in such a war as this. Our war against the Darkness is more ruthless than ever before. Blood of both sides is shed, yet never shall we rest until the days are bright, and the nights even brighter.”

     Come now, all near and far. Soldiers on every front hear my call. Before us lays the gates of Dark tyranny. Behind them the despair and pain is matched only by the suffering cries of pain from those imprisoned within. So now, one and all, draw your swords and dawn your shields with me. Stand sturdy and proudly, for though our blood will be shed we shall not stop, not until those prisoned have finally stopped shedding theirs.

     Rise up now brothers, rise up and dive in. With unity let us charge into the Darkened battle ground. With hands lifted high, we cannot lose. With transparent hearts, we cannot lose. With strength and courage never-ending, we cannot lose. With swords so steadfast and shields so strong, we cannot lose. With Light to guild us, we cannot lose.

     So let us all now be side by side. Brothers in Faith look to each other, though some of us may fall others will pick us up back to our feet. Search my eyes as I search yours. It is our time, and this our place. No more shall we stand gazing from our strongholds, no more will we lay in wait within our safe palaces.

So let us all now rise up.
Let us all fight against the Darkness.
And let us all Rise up to fight in this Dark War.

Violent Man Prayer V

     I have seen truth and I have felt light. I have heard grace and I have known love. All of the world has seen the change in me, and fought to has fought to have me back. How can I be so neglectful to myself and all thoughts who surround me? My senses were taken from me, all that they had known was torn away. Now That I have them back, I must relearn all that I once knew. When I forgot the love, grace, light and truth they were replaced with wicked spores of evil…

    

     Far away in a dark room, I lay bare and cold. Though I glow with a dim light, all that is around me is left dark. Stumbling around I search, so much lays in the way. Something ahead, but what could this be? Staggering toward a foreign glow I trudge toward what I see. Finally it becomes clear to me, I know what it is. A mirror great in size has been mounted before me. Looking close I see my glow, yet it lays dim before me. All the dark around me has been coming, it still closes in. As I grow afraid, I too dim to match the darkness.

     But how can this be? What has happened? What is this before me, it cannot be I? Why do I not shine? Why do I not light this entire roon? Falling on my knees, I continue this ramble. The longer that I focus on my own darkness the darker I become. With only but an embers light, I see what else lies in the room. Dead yet breathing bodies pile atop each other. The floor is more than covered, I must swim through them all. Tripping over the suffering mess I fall, only to come face to face with one of the numbers of tortured. Infinitely sweet and genital the face before me glares back to mine with such broken eyes. Enraged I fight all who are not there. Cursing all the world and below for causing such pain to so many. Though I see none living around me I make an oath allowed:

     “From this breath forth I swear to all; I have seen, and I have felt, all the suffering of the world. I shall never rest, I shall never falter, and I shall never stop. I am a Soldier of God, and from this breath forth I wage war on all evil of Hell and of all spawn of Satin.” I am a man of my word.

     With none to hold me back I rise up with the broken child. Glaring into the eyes of the dying only brings more anger to me. Finally all is dark. Creatures come from all sides, they have come to hold me to my oath. Monsters and creatures without names begin the raid, they have come for me. I still am living in their breeding ground of death. As all grows worse I know what lays before me, and it is not an easy path. Letting go of the broken, I stand. Now the battle begins, now that I am unarmed an blind they begin their slaughter. Ripping away I once again begin my ranting, How can this be happening to me?

     At this very moment I see the truth. How can I give so much care to myself while all these in the room have been suffering for longer than I could ever know. Not only am I being attacked by these beasts but they are also being slain. The only difference between they and I is I can fight back. And now I will fight back, not for me but for the countless others who are in the middle of this furry. Rising to my feet the creatures sense a change in their domain and all turn attention to me.
“You have come to take that which is not yours to have. These people will are slaves to your fangs no more. Begone now, for I shall no longer let this be. Come to me now, I challenge you to test my word, I challenge you all to test my oath.”

     As they all charge to put me in my place a blinding light fills the room. The intecity and power of the light has no bounds. With a single flash all beasts and monsters, creatures and darkness alike are abliterated. Now the bodies which line the room sleep soundly, still bleeding from their wounds. I turn to see where the light comes from, yet there is nothing around. Advancing to the great mirror again, I hear a splenderous voice calling my name.
“Soldier of mine, I am pleased by you. Though you, as all others, have stumbled you have risen up. Look around you, do you see all the count less that lay? Go to them, each and every one. Wake them from their rest and bring them to a life of light. And open your eyes, for before you thought you were alone, but now see and know that one of the many around you awoke you. Go now, and do my bidding, for this task is yours and I have intrusted it to you. Love all and be loved, save all and be saved.”

Violent Man Prayer IV

     For many day’s I’ve lived along side the wolf. After fighting the packs I had been bested, and along with the torment and suffering I was blinded. Not being able to see what was around me, ahead of me, or even behind me. Past, Present, and Future had become intertwined; with all the chaos I had forgotten.

     Slowly and yet too quickly I became transformed. I can never again be a wolf for I was reborn as a sheepdog of protection and as a being pledged to guardianship. Rabid and manged stocking all those I was sworn to take care of. Still fighting wolves and now hunting as they do. It is always the hardest in paradise… Drifting silently and slowly I’ve followed the faint sent of hazed memories. Stumbling and trudging in pain I’ve found my way. Many surround me and embrace the beast which stands before them, knowing only and extent of what I’ve done, and what I’ve become. Yet they all love.

     Being in the wolves jaws for so long has caused me to be led to his ways. But now I can see, and now I know. The deceit and trickery of the wolf can never overcome the strength and might of the blessed sheep dog. Though I have done the most wrong, I am still one of the most blessed. The darkened shadows flee in fear of my rediscovered Holy Light which guilds me and gives me more strength than I could ever contain. With vision anew I see more than ever, to have lived with the suffering and done nothing has given me a new fire. I can see the sheep, and I can see the wolves. Never again will so much will be neglected while it lays in my sight. By failing to save the sheep from the wolves jaws gives me only new inspiration.

      I see the harmed sheep around me, and the wolves that taunt and torture them. So much is to be done. I know what I had done to make me so rabid. It is solitude, without the Shepard the sheepdog can fight for only so long. The sheepdogs work is to fight the wolf so that the barbaric creature flees from the precious flock. Only the Shepard can truely beat the wolf, and only the Shepard can give his faithfull dogs strength to fight. With the Shepard by my side I will fight the wolves, and I will free the sheep.