Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Unfeigned Love


(A Short Poetic Narration)


In old age I’ve come to some kind of an understanding or at least a tinge
       of realization, let me explain:
That when I was young, God, he overlooked many of my mistakes: a boy
       and a bit in the wick, that is to say: twisted, loosely braided, as on a
       candlestick.
And I know now, that when I became a man, and more than a man, he
       watched over my mind: as I left my blistering prints, wherever I did, in
       those coal black nights, and those far-off days.
Now in old age—at sixty-four: the time when the rude owl cries like a
       telltale wolf to those demonic cockroaches:  to woo these old eyes Not to Be: Penitent…
Perhaps wishing I’d go back to those dipping moon drunk days, when I
       sizzled beds and quickly fled, like a cat in a flame.
He, the Lord of Hosts, has preserved me that I may repent.

I know now He knew my heart would not remain in a never-ending   
       cascading, landslide: of decaying stone; this here now, old
       deep-boned, once about a time, roustabout, ramrod.
I know now that I was to be created before the unformed volcanic earth
       of which he created man for…in balance with the other planets.
And I know we are not God’s Apes, perhaps his tragic children,   if indeed
       we can see it above our knees, with our  tormented lifestyle and
       minds: dying a bit each day of our downfall;
Collapsing like a cat in a flame: gusty half men, sizzling…!
And I know soon God will take my soul to Paradise or Heaven: no longer
       the black rebel with a rutted horn, singing sinful songs.

Knowing now the immortality of the soul, is so— and I am more than an
       animal who has no resurrection: I am a man more and more:
Not the cursed residents cooed by the devils of: Sodom and Gomorrah
And all the deadly virtues that once plagued my soul, no longer plague my
       death…I am at peace with God and Myself!

And I knew then and there, at that specific moment when God’s hand
       appeared: man was God’s creation;
Molded by his own hands, and accordingly, he teaches as he finds it right,
       not as man thinks it should be.
Why then can I sing his praises, and say: “I understand why there are no
       tears in heaven?”
Hence, understanding my own question, when he never answered me, but
       showed me? 
It is a different language: the mist of God, that surrounds a man, soaks
       into the pours of his skin: understanding appears, as if out of Nowhere!

Love covers sin, which we commit
Hour by hour, day by day; night and day, season to season: hence,
Let us acquire love—saving love.

For I have learned, a man lives seventy years in sin, and repents in a day,
       and through Christ’s blood, he can be saved, without even being
       baptized!
And perhaps saved, and sent to paradise, out of repentance, while
       hanging on a cliff, with wind-thrown cedars in his face,
Out of some kind of mercy…and innocence; but all men, they know
       evil for evil—yet in the clap of an eye they are saved: how can this be?

To God it is nothing, nothing if you hate your neighbor and say: “I love
       you God, Lord of Hosts,” how can this be, it is a lie, you are a liar!
No doubt—  You are dreaming: twined in a cold winter’s sun, goose-
       skinned, and have no peace with God.
You love a delusion, for he who loves God, shall also love his neighbor,
       his brother, even his enemy.
Love does not cling to overhanging clouds, it is on a pilgrimage; even
       heaven has nothing greater than love.
For out of love, the Son of God chose to bear the agonies of the Cross.

Thus, in all that I have said so far, can I not call this: Unfeigned Love?
To Him be glory and power for ever and ever, amen.

#3408 (8-30-2012)
This is a Modified version, taken from parts one thru four…”The Hidden Grave of Treasures” (Part:  “Unfeigned Love”)

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