“who shakes the earth from its place until its pillars tremble” (Job 9:6).
The earth Staggers like a drunkard.
Our hearts ache like an abscessed tooth
Long sighing for the youth
Breathing becomes noticeable.
As if we have been unaware until now
That we have Breath from Above
The Ruach in our lungs
But like a woman pregnant in grief
We retch and heave
And wait for the due date
Birth Pains
A dull back aches
And then the jolt
Have we looked away
Enjoyed the parade
Of the noisy world
Have we become silent
An orchestra without sound
a symphony of silent sorrow
May our prayers resonate
from a hidden place
in
our
souls
Crying,
Mercy
“O God, You have spurned us. You have broken out against us.
You have been angry. Turn back to us! You made earth shake; You split it open. Heal its fractures—for it shudders.” (Psalm 60:2-3).
Is it a time to speak?
As our eyes leak
And the earth moves like a drunkard, staggering
It rocks on its axis from the weight of the darkness
It heats up from the climate change
of murderous lust and rage
This sound is no longer hidden in darkness
The darkness is revealed to those who see
The darkened world needs light
A breath of His Spirit for the broken souls longing for rest
Are we turning the other way
Stepping across the street
Unwilling to bind up the wounds
And rub in the balm
Of those so Abused
Trapped in the night
No strength left to fight
Are we commanding the darkness to Go?
Delivering those wrapped in shrouds of death
Demonized at the tombs
Cutting themselves
Yes, some darkness is stubborn, and it will refuse to open the blinds
One sliver of light scorches the eyes
With proud outstretched necks it struts in the streets
The sound of it is putrid
The sight of it is loud
But the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overpowered it.
The world swirls in motions like a kaleidoscope of colors,
scenes,
refugees,
bombs that scream,
As babies cry and the elderly expire
And men with titles speak softly, assuredly, and boastfully into microphones wearing suites and kilts
And more blood drips.
and more money to print
exchanging hands
in foreign lands
more colors slide into the scope
As the trees bow their heads
some with gnarled up branches
Others dead
The earth Quakes
Men break
As round and round, we spin
A Jostling of men
Creation groans
In anguish
And we watch the trauma from our handheld devices
Devices that tweet an Instagram of sparkles to numb our brains
or a TikTok to entertain
And methuselah raises his head
And Noah nails another board into his coffin bed
“For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now. Not only that, but we also who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body” (Romans 8:22-23).
And the ravens gather
And the prophets gird up their loins
Before the lightning strikes
From one corner to the other
And we in unison hear the thunder.
Hold your babies close tonight
Gaze at the heavens and count the lights
Open a bottle of new wine from new skins
We must take hands and light our lamps
Before the heavens roll up like a scroll
And angelic men race throughout the city gates
Marking foreheads in haste
Of those who sigh and groan over all the horrors
And the fig trees drop their figs
When the Wind shakes men
When the sun draped herself in black
And the sign of the Son of Man appears
“who speaks to the sun so it does not rise, and seals up the stars;
He alone spreads out the heavens, and treads on the waves of the sea;” (Job 9:7-8).
And every knee bows its head
in heaven and on the earth
and under the earth,
and every tongue professes
Yeshua the Messiah, He is Lord.
1 In the beginning was the Word. The Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. All things were made through Him, and apart from Him nothing was made that has come into being. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overpowered it.
There came a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness to testify about the light, so that through him everyone might believe. He was not the light, but he came to bear witness concerning the light. The true light, coming into the world, gives light to every man.
He was in the world, and the world was made through Him; but the world did not know Him. He came to His own, but His own did not receive Him. But whoever did receive Him, those trusting in His name, to these He gave the right to become children of God. They were born not of a bloodline, nor of human desire, nor of man’s will, but of God. And the Word became flesh and tabernacled among us. We looked upon His glory, the glory of the one and only from the Father, full of grace and truth.
I John 1:1-14, TLV
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Soul penetrating words my friend.