Three Short Poems of Spirit

Sometimes its dancing out there
Dancing because you feel like you’re understanding
And you feel it’s for a purpose
And understanding the purpose brings joy.
The joy of living in the eternal presence
Of the Almighty God
Who loves you and has done so much for you
This relationship which carries with it
The eternal light of redemption
The redemption of the human body
From sin and death
And sometimes you’ve just got
To shout that hallelujah
You’ve got to sing the song of
Praise to Yahuwah.
Sometimes he’s with you
So unsparingly, so overflowingly
That all you can say is thank you Lord.
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Whispered tones,
That reach the highest heavens
Whispered tones,
That transform lives,
Torn in two
By the ugly rocky wilderness
Of a suffering
And dilapidated world
To the eternal richness
And abundant revitalising of
God’s own Kingdom.
Times come
When spontaneously your soul sings to Yahuwah
Sings to Yahuwah that new song,
Brought into the world
There and then,
A new creation
Here and now
In the twentieth century.

Mashiach’s was the ultimate death
And the ultimate resurrection
But his children
They die and rise again
Innumerable times,
Dying to death
And rising to eternal life
And finally, ultimately
They die and rise in Mashiach
With Mashiach forever more.
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I would love to write
In beauty and inspiration
Of this sweet relationship
Of Mashiach to companion
But my words they lack
In so many ways they lack,

You can’t describe
In accurate words
That which happened in the heart
In the soul in eternity.
But if you, my dear reader
Know the one of whom I speak
This great and awesome love,
Then you will know of that which I speak.
For you
Seeing my words
As the painting of my experience
Will have experienced the truth
Behind the painting
The landscape behind the canvas
And how much more
Depth and breadth
Height and width
Does the real have over the appearance.
In a landscape
There are birds and wind
Moving clouds and fluttering leaves.
In a painting but image of bird
No wind and but inanimate leaf.
In a landscape there are four dimensions
In the painting but two
No wonder the unbeliever doesn’t understand
The believer.
No wonder darkness doesn’t understand light.
How can you explain to a person who lives
In a painting
What it’s like to live in the real world?
Can a bird explain to a worm
What it is to soar the heaven
Neath cloud and sky
In wind and sun?
Will not the worm say
It is warm and secure in here
I see no reason for wanting to leave this mud
Which warmeth my body,
And gives me space to hide from you
And your murderous friends?
But my worm,
Would you not like for one moment
To soar in freedom
To see the wonders of this here
Beautiful earth.
All manner of beautiful scenes
From the stretching oceans
To the ranging mountains
To the ugly cities where man lives,
To the green carpets of the countryside
With their beckoning, welcoming trees.