Moving Forward. Looking Back.
The View From Here. (A Future Retrospective.)
We watched this system crumble and completely fall apart.
We did without a lot of things. Saw things that broke our heart.
As we were living through it, we knew it made us stronger.
That 'tribulation' sure was 'great.' Sure glad it wasn't longer.
Christ Jesus and the heavenly hosts conducted quite a cleansing.
First, God's temple. Then, the world. Then, it needed rinsing.
The dust did settle. All was quiet. All was different, too.
Satan's system was no more. We had been brought right through.
The infrastructure, -- architecture, -- of the old world's missing.
It vanished all so suddenly. And, Yes! There was a hissing.
There was much work to tackle. We had a lot to do.
Paradise to earth restore. A resurrection, too!
Making all earth beautiful. Teaching all mankind,
All about Jehovah's ways. As we seek, we find.
A thousand years so quickly passed. The time, it simply flew!
Time flies when you are having fun; and, doing good things, too.
A final test. A chance to prove what we are truly made of.
All Satan's ways we did reject. Proclaimed it's Jah that we love.
With all opposers now removed, once and for all time,
The heavenly hosts let out a shout! Right with them, we did chime.
And, then forever just began to start to really happen.
Dull and boring? I think not. Synapses really snappin'!
What's the first thing that I did? I took a little swim.
I started with Atlantic. And, then, Pacific Rim.
I always liked gymnastics, so I walked upon my hands,
Around the earth a time or two. To all the promised lands.
I studied all the fishies and the mammals and the birdies.
I was so astonished, I was at a loss for word-ies.
By day, I counted grains of sand. By night, I counted stars.
I've been at it quite a while now. I still haven't got too fars.
Learning how Jah made it All. Learning how it works.
Physics and cosmology. My little brain, it shirks.
I want to know what can be known. I want to learn in time.
I'll never know it all. But, at least I still can rhyme.
Music. Sculpture. Arts. Prose. And, Poetry, of course.
I've signed up for the Wickster's class. There shall be no remorse.
Athletic skills I've worked to hone. Ever reaching higher.
Strength and speed. Coordination. And, precision. Prior.
DaVinci, with his model man, would gaze in utter shock.
The biggest, baddest Nephilim, I'd instantly defrock.
The skills we all possess and continue to improve,
We use with love and kindness. From that, we'll never move.
Each day a joy. Each night a treat. I just can't do it all.
So, I'm glad there is Forever, for us all to have a ball.
I'd be remiss if I did miss to mention one more thing.
Everlasting love companion for an everlasting fling.
As my love grows, so do I grow, and never will it stop.
Forever we'll be climbing, but we'll never reach the top.
Good one, ISOMAM!
One question: what is a "Wickster's class"?
Good one, ISOMAM!
One question: what is a "Wickster's class"?
Hi, Don! Smoldering Wick. Widely regarded as our resident "Poet Laureate" at the OLD Paradise Cafe.
There are actually eighteen stanzas of this "Future Retrospective" (so far). I think I will just post them, intermittently, though.
Christian Love to You, Don, ... isomam
Isomam, that was GREAT, Thank You!:D
AND!!!! Donobo is Smoldering Wick!?
When I read the POETRY box, that EXACTLY who I thought of, and wondered, "where is smoldering wick, haven't seen him around for a while'.
And all the while you were here (and there) as donobo!
why do people change their names and confuse me?;):D:D
Hi Roses--you are so cute and so funny--and still a tad confused. I am pretty pretty sure Donbodo is Not Smoldering Wick---;)
Moving Forward. Looking Back.
The View From Here. -- Part II.
It really took a lot of getting used to, don't you know?
Waking up each morning with no pain to overthrow.
At first, I'd run right to the mirror. Couldn't wait to see.
Gray hair turned black? A wrinkle gone? Some new surprise for me?
Yes, I'd wake up every morning, couldn't wait to start the day.
Feeling better than the day before, in each and every way.
Younger. Stronger. Fitter. Vibrant health. More Energy.
And, only good, worthwhile things waiting to be done, you see.
Freedom from contention. Freedom from all strife.
No one to do battle with. For the rest of my life.
No arguments. No enemies. No competing 'gainst all odds.
And, maybe most important: Absolutely no false gods!
I remember how it used to be. Constant warring from within.
My single biggest enemy was my own inherent "Sin."
Even then, I Wanted to try to do what was right.
But, day and night and everywhere, t'was always such a fight.
As an imperfect human, my heart WAS treacherous.
Now, as a Perfect human, my heart IS Virtuous.
My natural reflex is now to always do what's good.
I never even think of any other. Why, who would?
This morning and throughout this day, I'm occupied a'plenty.
With family and friends all 'round, at least fifteen or twenty.
Every single person is a loved one, don't you see?
Bonded by true kindred spirit. You and me and thee.
We build houses and we live in them. They bring us happiness.
We plant crops. Fruits and veggies. Just delicious. Could you guess?
We never say, 'There's not enough.' There's always extra there.
Of course, it doesn't matter, 'cause each one does have their share.
We spend time in thoughtful solitude. We meditate. We pray.
We talk to God. It is our food. A large part of each day.
The 'tent of God is with mankind.' You have to understand.
Anytime we need Him, He's right here. It is so grand!
Remember when Mom used to get sick? Maybe, need a doctor?
It doesn't happen any more. She's well! Oh, Yes. It shocked her.
Can you remember, still, what it felt like when you were sad?
I know. The memory's fading fast. And, really, that's not bad.
Pain did used to haunt us, so. The doctors couldn't trace
The cause of pain. Where it came from. Why it would skew our face.
Our faces, now, reflect the joy that freedom from pain brings.
Our eyes are bright. Our hearts exultant. Joy eternal springs.
I saw a tear the other day. Oh, yes, indeed, I did.
A tear of joy, it was, of course. A mother, 'bout her kid.
The young 'uns make us all so proud. Their hearts, so full of good.
They grow up true and straight and strong, just like we knew they would.
Well, I could ramble on and on, about how things are now.
So different from the way they used to be, you see. And, how!
But, I guess you've heard enough from me to last a little while.
And, as we walk together, now, there's never a 'last mile.'
Moving Forward. Looking Back.
The View From Here. -- Part III.
One thing I really wish I'd understood a little better.
Way back there, on the "other side," when I was such a 'fretter.'
I see it now, so clearly, as I'm able to look back.
Not seeing clearly then, though, nearly gave a heart attack.
Trust In Yah. There really is no more that needs be said.
Through dark -- and, darker, -- days, I see I didn't have to dread.
I put myself through, oh, so much, unnecessary worry.
He Promised He'd deliver us. And, He did! In a hurry!
Some did go to sleep in temporary rest, and, thus avoid,
The trauma, shock and awe, to see the old system destroyed.
They came right back! How 'bout that? 'mong the very first to rise.
They were granted their full portion, turning earth to paradise.
But, this is what I started out to say, before I wandered.
How faith and hope and love are intertwined. ... I wish I'd pondered.
The faith, it is an anchor for the soul, just like Paul said.
Hope a helmet we should always wear. Protect your head!
While we waited for fulfillment of Yah's promises' arrival,
Faith, hope, and love, we braided three-fold to insure survival.
Faith, of course, incentivized us, to press on in spite.
Hope was our picture-window, to this future. Here, it's bright.
And, Love, what can be said that hasn't already been said?
God IS Love. It's the Stuff we're made of. It's our daily bread.
Our transcendent Love of God and Jesus for all they have done.
Lifted us up from our hopelessness. And, now, the battle's won.
If I knew then, what I know now, from tasting it, first-hand, ...
I'd have never had a fearful, doubting moment. Just a stand.
I used to read the words, and, oh, yes, I would say them, too.
"If God is for us, who can be against us?" Woooo-hoooo!
Those words just took on meaning for me, when it fell apart.
Like Elisha, shown the heavenly hosts, they comforted my heart.
I was infused with Courage. It came from, ... I cannot say.
And, yet, I do know where it came from, to this very day.
Our God is such a Rock. A Shield. How could I've ever doubted?
I can't believe I wondered. But, still, in the end, I shouted, --
"My God is Yah! His Sovereignty alone will I support!
Do as you like, but carefully. For He is holding court."
Yes, it was quite a privilege grand to then have been alive.
An accident of birth. Nothing toward which one could strive.
It was compelling and heart-stopping as it all went down,
My heart was swelling with the joy of Yah's and Jesus' crowns.
We had read our Bibles. We had studied. And, of course, we'd pray.
With Yah's holy spirit helping us, we made it through each day.
Yet, we had no idea, e'en in-fin-i-tes-i-mal-ly,
Just how Grand the Grand Fulfillment of His promises would be.
"Eye has not seen, ear not heard," is how He had Paul word it.
Words simply could not do it justice. So, No, we'd not heard it.
I'm talking to my former self, the one who's still back there.
I'm telling him, "Hang on! Do what it takes! Come seize your share!"
Moving Forward. Looking Back.
The View From Here. -- Part IV.
I want to tell you all about a few of my new friends.
Abel, Enoch, Noah, ... well, you know. It never ends.
I had a lot of questions, way back on the other side.
I tried to just wait, patiently. All I'm saying is, "I TRIED."
Anyway, it has been fun, to get a lot of answers.
I love to talk with all. Mostly, dancers and romancers.
Now, David was a dancer, dancing with a tambourine.
Original 'tambourine man,' like "Byrds" had never seen.
I had to ask him: Hey, what was that whole Bath'sheba thing?
He said, sadly, 'History's most regrettable and costly fling.'
He said, 'When I got here, the first thing that I had to do,
Was to look until I found Uriah, and put that right, too.'
So, all was put right quickly, among that "Love Triangle."
When you're back, and perfect, here forever, what's the use to wrangle?
It sure is good to see those three, so happy, get along.
As if it could be otherwise, among this happy throng.
So, David was the 'Dancer,' who I first had to track down.
I guess you wonder, which 'Romancers,' I thought wore the crown.
I used to love to study about Abraham and Sarah.
Jehovah used them to portray so much that I learned there, uh, ...
Grand Creator and His very own Heavenly Wife,
Producing the grand offspring, which resulted in my life.
Even now, it's still almost too much to contemplate.
How when Eve and Adam disappointed, Jah did compensate,
Immediately formulating Divine, Trancendent Plan,
To rescue you and me and each and every single man.
So, here I am. And, now, I've got forever to consider, ...
How much God did Love us all, and never was a Quitter.
But, back to Abram and Sarai, for just a minute more.
I asked, "How'd you get her to leave, with just deserts galore?"
He shared with me how he had talked to her and how he told her,
He just couldn't live without her. (Actually, it was much bolder.)
They loved each other with a love that truly was divine.
That was back then. And, nowadays, they're still doin' just fine.
I think I might have time right now, to tell you 'bout one more.
A slightly different love story, than you have heard before.
I had to seek until I found that woman, name of Ruth.
Here's what makes her love story so unique. It is the truth.
She had love for her mother-in-law. Who's heard of such a thing?
She loved Naomi and Naomi's God. And, she did cling,
Unto Naomi, and devote herself to do what's right.
The way it worked out, she could not have guessed, with all her might.
She got herself a husband, name of Boaz, one fine fellow.
She got herself a mention in the Bible. And (this is mellow),
She ended up ancestress of Messiah, what a blessing!
Not too bad for a humble Moabitess, I'd be guessing.
You want to hear about some more of my new friends, you say?
Come on back and we'll do it again, most any day.
Moving Forward. Looking Back.
The View From Here. -- Part V.
If I could talk to "me," back then, to help "me," make my way,
There's so much that I'd want to tell, not sure what I'd first say.
I might begin by saying, "Settle down. Take deep breaths. Just  relax.
You're in Good Hands. The Best Hands. He's already paid the Sin-Tax."
"You can only see what you can see. And, right now, that's not a lot.
With so much conspired against you, just know that you've been bought.
Our God IS Love. His Love Is Just. His Justice, too, is Righteous.
It's righteous here. Everywhere you look, the scenery is blight-less."
"Jah's Loving, Righteous Justice, has been looking out for you.
When you couldn't see or feel or taste it, it carried you right through.
Fair chance, and level playing field. Opportunity, un-impeded.
Dead are acquitted of their sins. With resurrection, they are greeted."
Now, I'm still talking to "me," back then, when I go on to say, ...
"Stop anguishing, and worrying. I tell you, there's a better way.
Like many others, you learned to serve God, mostly from fear."
'He'll zap me, unless I measure up,' is what from you I hear.
Silly boy. Don't you get it? It's not God that fills your head, ...
With all those dreadful thoughts, which so fill you with dread.
"You have a faith? Is it in God? Does He not Care for you?
If your faith reveals toxicity, -- 'Religion' did that, too."
"While you are still back there, on that side, waiting to be here, ...
You can make life more productive, operating without fear.
Adopt, 'I WANT to!' as your attitude, toward worship of our God.
Purge out, 'I HAVE to,' from your heart and mind. Easier to plod."
"As you purify your motive," I told "me," ... "so much else follows.
Contentment, Peace, and Joy. Resounding through both hills and hollows.
You'll go about your daily life with a whole new sense of purpose.
Back there, recall, we're spiritual babes. When needed, God will burp us."
"If you can let God's Love fill you, you'll find out what I mean.
You'll beam it forth, your own self, too. A really cool, cool scene.
Letting God's Love fill you up to the top, it will define you.
Resonate all through and through. And, yes, it will refine you."
"Our God's the Source of all things Good. And, He was, back then, too.
If you can fill yourself with good things, evil can't break through.
Stay close to Him. He's on your side. Don't ever even doubt it.
With Trust in Him, your Best-est Friend, when trouble comes, you'll route it."
"You're gonna make it. You'll get through. It's gonna be OK.
I'm just tryin' to tell you, how you can ease the way.
That old world's gonna fall apart around you, any day.
Filled with God's Love, and Trusting Him, It's gonna be OK."
"And, when you get here, finally, you'll say, 'Wow! It was WORTH it!'
'God's Kingdom has been born. And, I got to see Him birth it!'
The troubles that you knew are gone. Christ gave them the axe.
Settle in. ... Settle down. ... Breathe deeply. ... Just relax."
Proveb 25:11...
"As apples of gold in silver carvings is a word spoken at the right time for it."
Moving Forward. Looking Back.
The View From Here. -- Part VI.
One more thing I would like to say to my "self," way back then,
Is keep your sense of humor. It'll pull you through, just when, ...
Everything appears the darkest. And, hopelessness, a shroud, ...
Seems to cover all and everyone. A thick and gloomy cloud.
Trust in your God. Not in your head. For what you "know," will change.
Be like Pooh bear. Keep "wondering." Right there, "home, on the range."
Until your Grand Instructor does arrive and does reveal, ...
All things to you in His own time, don't tamper with the "seal."
You think you know. You're pretty sure. You've got it figured out.
So, will you rigidly, dogmatically, seek to assert your "clout"?
Beware, of ego-centrism, and, grandiosity.
My "self," beware, that self-importance does not e'er seize thee.
Pride's a snare. And, haughtiness. And, narcissism, too.
Unless your guard you do maintain, they will encompass you.
And, furthermore, they will engulf you. Swallow you right down.
Turn you from what you sought to be. The other way, aroun'.
It is so subtle. It can snatch you. Before you e'en know it.
That still-imperfect heart in you, back there, will surely show it.
So, what to do? How can you make your way the least perplexing?
Stay humble. When you're wrong, admit it. Then, you aren't vexing.
Humility will keep you knowing: Things that you once thought,...
Turned out to be not right. And, yet, still, you have been bought.
Humility will keep you open to new thoughts, as they may come.
Remember? When you "knew it all"? And, went to beat a drum?
How sad, humiliating, and embarrassing it was.
What you were sure of, ... "Wasn't"! And, there's a brand new, ... "Does."
To say, "I was wrong," goes against many a person's nature.
"I'm sorry." ... "I made a mistake." ... Perfect nomenclature!
People will soon forget what you have said to them, you see.
But how you made them "feel"? They may keep through eternity.
Be kind, encouraging, with words and actions. Be supportive.
To cast dispersions, ridicule, demean, is just abortive.
You'll get through that messy time, of trial and confusion.
I'm just trying to tell you: Easier to do without delusion.
Delusion? As to just how all of it hinges on you.
The center of the universe? I think not. Get a clue.
Relax and let God manage His own business and His house.
Stay close to Him. Reflect His Love. (Quiet as a mouse.)
Extract yourself from useless arguments as to "The Plan."
He's paid the price. He's fixed it for you. No need to be, "The Man."
Will it be hard, back there? Yes, "me," I am afraid it will.
How hard? You have a lot to do with that. Can you just, "Chill"?
If you have learned of God's true Nature, so it is inside you,
No need to wrangle, wrestle, debate, or contend. Don't argue.
Love God. And, love your neighbor. Christ-like, daily, strive to be.
The fruitage of God's holy spirit. May it permeate through thee.
Speak truth as you best know it. With a humble, loving tone.
Whatever you've been shown 'til now, there's more you will be shown.
Moving Forward. Looking Back.
The View For Here. -- Part VII.
This is the poem's seventh part. Or, stanza number seven.
Back then, the number seven did pertain to things of heaven.
Heaven, now, is less mysterious, than it was back then.
The chasm 'tween mankind and God which blocked it, was called, "Sin."
Now, "sin," was such a curious word. (We just don't need it, now.)
"To miss the mark," is what it meant. We all did it. And, how.
At birth, it coursed right through our veins, and we just couldn't stop it.
'Miserable men and women that we were,' in vain we tried to crop it.
I do remember really wanting to do what was right.
My mind and heart did struggle 'gainst my flesh. With all my might.
Thankfully, God knew my plight, much better e'en than me.
He watched me struggle, anguished at times. Then, He set me free.
I beat myself up with so much guilt and with so much shame.
I was needlessly preoccupied, looking for who to blame.
If only I could fully have grasped, truly comprehended,
He sent His Son to pay the price. My alienation ended.
Of course, from here, now looking back, it's all so clear to see.
But, in the throes of that old system, distress surrounded me.
So, what I'd tell my former "self," the one who lived back then,
Is, "Use you time machine. Your mind." Visit, "Time without sin."
As futile and perplexing and frustrating as it was,
An, "Imaginary trip to this future," gives one an instant 'buzz.'
"Imagination" is one of Creator's grandest gifts.
When things are darkest, use it. And, the gears it quickly shifts.
Ruled by King Sin and his companion, sinister King Death,
We did not make it on our own. Yah was our very breath.
Every tear we shed, and every pain we felt inside,
Yah kept our tears and felt our pain. Yes, our Creator cried.
From His heavenly throne, He never ceased to watch and care.
He knew we didn't fully understand, though He did share.
His Word, the Bible, He did give us, as a vital lifeline.
The Word, the Lo'gos, He did send us, with the sacrifice, so fine.
It really could have been much simpler for us, had we let it.
But most, wrapped in Religiosity, lived to regret it.
The 'rules of man,' are "line upon line," serving their own ends.
Love God and love your neighbor. Love of God, 'man's rule' transcends.
Right toward the end, we got a clue. Began to figure out,
"Religion" was a travesty. "Worship" it is about.
I'll tell you something, now, my friend. There's no religion, here.
Worship is spontaneous, as the Creator we revere.
Heaven and earth. Earth and heaven. Absense of transgression.
With sin and imperfection gone, Nothing mars the connection.
The tent of God is with mankind. His blessings to us flow.
Rivers, waters of life, are flowing. And, by them, good trees grow.
Every tree is now a tree of life for all mankind.
Knowledge flows from God's own Hand. Usurpers you'll not find.
If "seven," is for heaven, then "ten" must be for this earth.
Pay at-TEN-tion to yourself. Seven blessings, it is worth.
Moving Forward. Looking Back.
The View From Here. -- Part VIII.
Tick. Tock. Watch the clock. Is it time to die from shock?
Part VIII's about obsession with the "end-time." Let's take stock.
'Cause now, forever's here, and there's nothing more to mar it.
But, I remember, how, back then, so many things did scar it.
The constant pressure to survive. To just a roof maintain.
A family? Feed, and clothe, and house. And, then, it starts again.
The constant pressure sure did seem to come from every side.
"Fights without and fears within," our brother, Paul, he cried.
Like you, I struggled mightily, against my imperfection.
The sin within, a constant din, to steer me toward deflection.
Outside myself? Why, Satan's world did offer up its spirit.
If you even took a breath at all, you somehow did come near it.
The triple threat of enemies, were ominous and frightening.
My sin, the Devil, and his world. I need a bolt of lightning!
And, add to all of this, the fact, I knew I'd been born, dying.
Every breath might be my last. So, what's the use in trying?
I lived that way for only those few years, and thus, knew not,
How properly to measure, and to estimate the plot.
A tenuous, short life, with daily struggles to survive,
Leaves one wondering how it might feel, actually, to thrive.
On top of all of this, I piled unnecessary worry.
I allowed "Religion," to scare me, and constantly, I'd scurry.
The "end"? Is it here, yet? No, but, "Just around the corner."
One hundred years and twenty, that cry left me e'er forlorn-er.
"The end," a mighty weapon was it, in "Religion's" hands.
A stirred-up sheep -- easier to control. It's true. O Lands!
Maintain a constant frenzy, bordering on paranoia.
"The end is here! God says, 'Do this!' OR ELSE He will destroy ya'!"
Religious threats a-plenty. Huffin', puffin', all around.
Threatening to blow me and my house down to the ground.
"I speak for God," Religion said, "And, so you Better Listen!"
To hear them tell it, they hold, "Keys of Life," which so do glisten.
And, finally, somehow, just right before the end did come.
I got a clue and figured out, they just love to beat their drum.
"The end" did come, when it was time. And, that's the time God said.
He wasn't out to get me, after all. Why did I dread?
He brought "the end" to an old system, which really needed trashing.
As long as it remained, poor humankind would be a-thrashing.
"Groaning," in "futility," and crying for relief.
It's gone? ... For real? ... You kidding me? ---- Oh, my! ---- Good grief!
What's funny, I remember, was how hard to stop obsessing.
Counting minutes, hours, days. No need, now. ... What a blessing.
"The end," did come. And right on time. Can you imagine that?
God knew what He was doing. And, He sure did fool eschat-
ologists, one and all. Far and wide, they surely were embarrassed.
The most embarrassed? Those who, His sheep, had skinned and harassed.
One Day At A Time. ---- Take A Deep Breath. ---- Trust In God Supreme.
These lessons, Late, I learned. But, now, they've brought me to this dream.
Moving Forward. Looking Back.
The View From Here. -- Part IX.
And, now, I'm thinking back to that time, just before "the end."
"Great Tribulation" looming. Ominous, it did portend.
The stress and strife were palpable. Troubles on every side.
"False brothers." A Satanic world. By much and many, we were tried.
I still remember clearly, how distraught some did become.
"Peace of God," quite oft eluded, though we sought to cling to some.
We felt the pressure, each and every minute, every day.
We sighed and groaned for Justice/Peace, to carry us away.
It's not that we did not trust God. We did. On Him, we waited.
But, dissonant life, trials and strife, assaulted unabated.
Our God did weep for us, as He observed what we endured.
Final answers to The Taunter's Lies, our Faithfulness assured.
Of this, I now look back and see we had a unique blessing.
For all of time and space, Creator's Ways are Best. No guessing.
We had a place in Universal History; Benchmark Case.
No creature, -- future, -- anywhere, will get in Yahweh's Face.
Of course, Millennium brought many back in resurrection,
Millennium-born babies, too, shared in new-found perfection.
But, those who witnessed and survived through that old system's end,
Have tales to tell all want to hear; no need the facts to bend.
The end of chaos and rebellion, once and for all time.
Treacherous defiance, gone forever. And, so, too, is all crime.
Opposition to Creator's Way is simply sick and wrong.
He only Gives what's Good for us. Why not just go along?
The Pride and Greed and Lust for Power which did consume old Satan,
Filled the earth, before the end, as most were simply hatin'.
The hate and greed and lust for power over others e'en did reach, ...
Within the Christian brotherhood, where Love we sought to teach.
It made life so confusing, as all bearings we did lose.
Can I trust you? Are you still my friend? "A shepherd, with thumbscrews"?
Those to whom we looked for refuge, shelter from the storm,
Sadly, terror did rain down on us. Exception? No. The norm.
And, so you see, we had but one recourse. We were compelled, ...
To place our Full Trust in our God, -- ALONE. And, thus, be held, ...
Safe through the tribulation which, indeed, was greater still,
Than any man had ever seen, or mankind ever will.
We closed our eyes. We prayed to God. And, so, we then did learn,
In no other power than His own, do we survive. I yearn, ...
To always feel that very closeness to Him which I felt at that time,
Simply Trusting in His saving power. I discovered it. Sublime.
Those of us in that time and place did draw close to each other.
We treasured those that were true friends. A sister or a brother.
We bonded with a special bond which will always feel brand new.
A wink. A smile. A twinkling eye, says, "I recall. Do you?"
"Oh, yes. I DO recall. Oh, kindred ones. Fellow survivors."
Would not trade it for anything. We're earth-history's archivers.
We'll tell the story for all time, how some did take their stand,
In spite of all adversity, for Yah's Sovereignty, so grand.
I am doing some early morning reading Isomam and enjoying these thoughts and poems of yours very much. It has occured to me how beneficial it is to read them periodically and  I have a request for when you might have some time But :D I would LOVE to read the one you wrote on Spiritual Carthysis (surely that isn't spelled corrctly :blush: ) and I am hoping you can bring it up from somewhere-:confused: I get a bit more out of these writings every time I read them and it has been awhile :coffeeread:  thank you muchly Isomam -- :love:  wolfie :wolfsmile: