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Prophets CornerNovember 09 We Shall Never ForgetNovember 11th is Veterans Day... While reflecting upon my commrads at arms who fell in defense of freedom these words came to me:
We Shall Never Forget
Some in their ignorance may never see, others out of fear refuse to beleive... But all who have heard and seen... rivers running red, fields filed with the dead... They, can not in truth forget... The memories, of those who bled.
Let the bards of time repent... of days long spent... in somber temples. For others, did till the hardened... earth. Too break the ground, where they do now... reap. They, may never sleep... never, alone. For memories of their fallen, do often speak... Too, those who hear... The cry of the ...Valkyrie... These, do see the earth... open wide. It's depths, to embrace, their brothers... burden, whole.
Make no mistake... good times, are remember with heart felt... joy. But bitter days, with long lost... tears, do well up inside. As quietly we cry... for those who did bleed... red... the fields of liberty... for you and me.
God Bless them, and know, we shall never... forget. We can not... For, their voices do echo in our memories... their names drift upon the winds... of time; In far away places... they did fall. For those... who would be free... I shall never forget... I can not.
How shall we remember these... our fallen dead... will it be with tears or some recanted tale, of wrongful pride?
RA Nelson Col. US Army (Ret) October 23 I Was Poor And Did Not Kown It.I was poor and I didn't know it... I was happy and they said I was sad... I was ignorant until they taught me...
Then I saw that I was poor and became sad... and that my happiness was denial and my ignorance made me a victim...
I have seen the world... where children sit naked in a puddle... their bellies swelling from lack of nourishment... but, with such a smile it would make an angel cry.
I have seen the ignorant living in squalor... their hovels of mud, with thatched roofs, baked by the sun... but, they did not know they were victims until I had come.
I have seen the ocean breach the shores where dark skinned women... waded in the brine, as they had done since the beginning of time...
I watched as their children danced, beneath the palms... I saw their dirty faces... As, the wind blew their hair I could here the muffled sounds of laughing... in the air.
As I drew nearer... they could see clearer. And, what was once a cry of joy... in their happy souls... Became the woeful morn of victims.
Prophet.
The Western world with all its knowledge often acts in ignorance... and with their arrogance... proclaims the cry of joy... victims.
October 02 In Times Of Solace, When Peace Rests In Our SoulIt is in times of solace, when peace rests in our soul... that we are able to know. Too, know the power of God as He speaks to our soul. Then, in the quite places of our heart we draw near to Him and our sin no more lives... but joy, ever abundant joy... fills that once void place in our heart, where love... true love, once rooted... never shall leave.
Here in the quite and reserved places... Where only grace and God converse with our soul... There we find peace. Peace, that the earth may not know... Peace, that goes beyond the ordinary... too pull down the heavens and too open the seas... too, unveil the depths and riches of God's Spirit... that we may see, truly see.
There I drink of the cup of the Lord and am filled... with an overflowing abundance... filled with love and the beauty of His Holiness... beauty, that words can not tell. Holiness that can only be experienced in Him. I pray that all men... may find this place... Where grace sits silently in peace, within our soul... Where the earth seems so far and the stars open up, to reveal heavens gate... There glories table awaits... the many, who have found solace in His grace. Amen.
Your Brother in Christ;
Prophet.
Words so often come to me like a flood... Too reveal the mysteries of our hope, to unseal times gate... too, open God's wonderful blessings... I pray that ye all may experience this hope, of our calling; this high place, where men may not go... Where Spirit touches spirit, and nare a dry eye... For there dearly beloved... life is eternal.
August 16 Who Are The True Patriots?Often, I sit in silence, as my mind drifts to days long lost ... too, nights where horrors many did brightly light the skies... where men's cries, shall never end. There, I ponder the weight of it all... What sorrow did gain and what tears many feed? 'Tis but the mournful memories of patriots long dead... Whose, hearts doth shout... give me liberty or give me death... that resounds in my soul. Did freedom so loosely lay itself in deaths way... That men presently, would trample upon their grave... Upon, the memory of those... whose lives did bleed... That they may live. Where comes this arrogant nature in men... Too, take lightly the pain of others, who suffered in death? Where is their true memorial? Does it lie... in the mouth of those, who so glibly label their pain of death... tyranny. By what horrible exercise... of imperial power... did they die? And too what land do they now lay claim? For in their pain, they suffered for nothing more... than, man should live free... Free from the tyrants rage, and the ignorance of lesser men. Where then comes this cry... from the high places in our land... Too, slander the brave and heroic... Our forefathers, and their progeny... Whose house they built, that we may live in freedom... How doth these men speak and live... What manner of people, hold them in high esteem... These who rob the graves... of the righteous; who steal the sacrifice of liberties... guarantors. Woe... to this perverse and wicked generation... Whose, unthankful and derelict nature, doth tare at the wounds of those who feed the Tree of liberty... that they may be free. RA Nelson Col. USArmy (Ret) August 15 A Call To FreedomWhat great woe hath been worked upon the minds of our youth... that they should hate their forefathers and the glory of their heritage? Who hath taken the bards of time too bring low the great cites of man's mind? Where is found our refuge from the mundane and mediocrity of the crowd... whose, banter cries give us bread. Let us lift up our light... to shine brightly upon the stage of man... too, guide the wayward youth homeward bound... to valley's pleasant and mountains high... where, thought and the mind may see clearly the dubious poison before most men. Will there be one righteous too cry out? Let him so speak that men may be freed from the tyranny of the mob... too, climb the mountain. Where are the patriots old... whose, vigor and youth once crushed the cursed ways of the ignorant... whose, love of humanity and God gave hope to a dying world? Let them arise and rekindle the flames of liberty while there is yet light too see. Awake, I say awake ye who labor for righteousness and liberty... rally round the hewn cries of thy fellow man... voice, the long lost clarion call of freedom... freedom, let us be free. Given this 15th Day of August in the year of our Lord 2009... to those with an ear to hear and an eye to see. God Bless This Great Nation of Liberty and Justice For All; Prophet |
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