I dip

my pen

in blackest night

as ink blots

my marred gins clear

Tis but the one

That hears

To see

And apprehend sins sear

Sure

Bright swords

Of light

Transform

Yet true masters

Do not ascend

Ere he throws

Aside his earthy wraps

For his Beloved One

Will bend

Strong

Burning reed

Lined sheets

Of white

Marked by red

Stained wounds

Just portraits of

His Story

Upon a Soul

Attuned

D.S. Lear

Rev 3:20  Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

 A THREE IN ONE RECIPE

The title or heading if you prefer of this serving of my literary genius that I share with you is not some common dish.  This will be more of an unending course of culinary truth filled with words carefully inspected, selected, measured, weighed, prepared and offered by invitation to all to come and dine.

There will be nothing hidden within this meal except to those who refuse the invitation.  The offering is for all.  The choice to join is always an individual decision.  There is no main ingredient because all components are necessary.  Understanding  is the goal of the process that will be carefully outlined.

The meal that I share is not an original.  I do not own the recipe therefore I don’t intend to make any changes such as additions or subtractions.  This meal is only meant to be multiplied and produce a fruitful desire to share freely with others.  The only requirement for accepting the invitation is a willingness to not be constrained by time nor distracted by my humanity.  I do err and so when my slip is showing just let me know. 

BASIC NECESSITIES

There are two things in this world that I need; conversation and food.  These are the two things that should become one around the one thing I want in this world the appropriate table even if while here is this world that means it will be in the presence of my enemies.

Food is our first conscious desire.  The person who supplies this food in turn becomes your first love.  When you are first born or newborn the most incredible urge you have is to eat, everything else just sort of happens.  Newborns cry out for food, cleanliness and comfort.  The person who provides these becomes the newborns first love.  Return to your first love.  God gives the food, His Son provided the cleanliness, and His Holy Spirit will comfort you.  That is the true Godhead Holy Trinity.  Father, Mother, Son, and Daughter it doesn’t make a difference whether you are male or female we have all the qualities and character of the Creator for we were created in His image and His likeness.  Male and Female created he them. 

A SAMPLE FROM THE MENU

He called them Adam but it is written:

 אָדָם

Those letters above look a bit different than our English word MAN.  The similarity is the number of letters.  We can see a familiarity between the middle letter of our word MAN and what appears to our eyes as the last letter אָדָם

The word אָדָם is the Hebrew word ADAM and the Hebrew language is written right to left in contrast to our English way of writing which is left to right. 

The letters used by the Hebrew speaking people would be what is called transliterated to ADM.  Those three letters are actually three words also because each letter of the Hebrew alphabet is also written as a word.  Trust me it is important and it is not the letters that will kill you it’s the γράμμα

That’s GRAMMA but right now I’m sure it just seems all Greek to most but as time permits maybe we can both laugh at my constant need to play with my food.  I use the word play because for me the Work has been done for me and it is my greatest joy just to dive in every morning brimming with the excitment of a child anticipating and expecting to find another treasured ingredient.

Food such as this must be prepared.  It takes time, so while you wait ask yourself a question.  Would you leave a newborn infant to starve?  The answer for any decent human being would be no!  Yet in this world we hear of thousands of “born-again” infants delivered and sometimes crying out their whole entire life.  “Got Milk!”

WHO”S KEEPING THE HOUSE

Mothers everywhere are aware that whether they decided to or not milk is produced and available when the baby is born and that milk is free. It can be painful and it certainly is time consuming but the milk is there and the more you use the more you get.  Can you imagine what a difference it would make if everyone who was born again was afforded two years of nursing and then allowed to wean properly?  I wonder how many would sign up for taking care of the house and the babies born if this were a requirement?  Round the clock feeding?  Understanding the cries?  Enduring the pain?

Luk 11:9  And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

Luk 11:10  For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.

Luk 11:11  If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone? or if he ask a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent?

Luk 11:12  Or if he shall ask an egg, will he offer him a scorpion?

Luk 11:13  If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children: how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him?

Come Let Us Begin to Reason Together.  We will begin at the most logical place, “In the beginning.”   We will learn as we pray to hear the Father say, Well done thou good and faithful servant.

And May the Grace that brings the Peace that passes all understanding be with us all in great abundance.

As always with Love from the Father I submit to you in Jesus Name as Daughter of God, a Sister in Christ, a lady in Waiting and Watching, learning to lean upon His Word.

A humbled servant and Child of The King

D.S. Lear

O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.

A sanctuary for emotion where the two became one. A stage for passion and dreams only disturbed by the dawn breaking in upon their crowns.  Straight lines angled over apparent vacant pillows tear-stained by architectural minds   Look beyond the shadows passed into the divided pain of soul’s window. Revealing a glimpse of one lamp reflecting upon a solitary image framed in black and white.  Sheets uncovered exposing what is left unmade.  Gentle reminders brushed in the fabric beneath leaving an imprint of wings where feet trod. A room with empty appearance until you listen for the heartbeat within the walls.

Deep within beginning

Without end

Rests ancient wisdom

Spoken gift

Finished in work

Promised in time

Faithful in deliverance

Priceless freedom

Hidden only from

Those who fear

To seek

A Magpie Tale

Atop a stem

The smell enticed

Me sweet

I stripped the leaves

About the limbs

The baring was

Now complete

I left the thorns

Among the vine

The message pours

Out replete

I twist the cords

From two to one

The circle began

Will meet

I placed the crown

Upon my brow

The word received

I keep

I hear the sound

Inside my heart

The voice keeps

Calling deep

A rose from darkness

Into the light

The truth nevermore

To sleep

 Written for One Shot Wednesday.  Click the link and read lots of other great poets!

A MAGPIE TALE

Feign not fervent fighter

Such futile thoughts

Put out your

Vain imaginations

For thou cannot

Extinguish this flame

Upon some common

Wall of remembrance

Removed only in times

When you deem necessary

For these words which burn

Inside my heart

Are not kindled by your hand

They burn fueled by the oil

Of an eternal flame

And blaze far beyond

Your control