Sanctus Est

Life, death, and infinite breath.
You, shiny eyes in sockets of universal black.
Look down to us now, and speak of another.
Tell us again of hope in our despair.

They sit in their room alone against a whitewashed wall.
Blood pumping and running against the outside of broken skin.
In the fragmented disquiet, torrential sorrow flows through fleshy orifices made by an eager blade in a trembling hand.
Jesus, as you have healed your child from a mutilated spirit, so heal those who from the mutilation of spirit ravage their flesh in a perverted pursuit of redemption. You show me everyday your love, show them your love. You gave your flesh for our iniquities, let them give their iniquities to You - have mercy on weary souls and give them rest.
Let them know that though man is filled with a blackness and bile, You are filled with Light and wholeness. Thank you for your Flesh and Blood - the redemptive grace for the weary ones.
Amen.

flailing glass

The moaning things lean forward in the creaking house at the beginning of a long night.
Called forth by the drone of sound which stirs the woodwork and chipped paint, culture's Children of Ink close their eyes and open their hearts groping forth to touch the God of life. Sad spirits darkened in mind slur forth an incommunicable utterance bespeaking their human need for God within their hearts. Open their eyes and close off their brokenness with the balm of of Your deliverance. Amen.

Zeitgeist In Ecclesiastical Affairs

The World of darkness is expanding bright.
Reaching forward, these spirits of men possess all, and of all lose sight.
My heart being found by such an emptiness is rent.
The world’s promises are disillusioned needles - the consumer is spending, spending until all is spent. Alas! Possessed while possessing; the debauched spirit flies into despair by the hell of vain descent. Jesus have mercy on on us.

Christendom

She lost her Christ when taking up the mantle of good intentions.
Drawn to knowledge, but without sincerity her feet wander upon the fickle cobblestones of Inquiry only to find no rest. She is one always pursuing the questions and all the time possessing the answers (but not the truth). Indulgently she wears her right opinions with eager certainty, but they clothe her in the tawdry rags of ignorance and despair. The ignorance of not possessing truth or knowledge, and the despair of pretentiously setting upon the voyage without humility.

Now she sits, shipwrecked, on a self-made island of political dogma and theological assumption schizophrenically dancing with society but in her mind not apart of it. No, in her mind she is a bearer of Christ's truth, but her actions tell of a woman who stands for nothing because she cannot stand. A tempestuous wind, she bears her notions as the truth by a darkened mind. This is what she is! She is but a fruitless tree in late autumn, twice dead and uprooted. Her spirit is like a wild wave of the sea, foaming up shameless deeds. Everything she is wanders like a wayward star which in word screams of light yet still the deeds performed by her sultry heart scream truer the gloom of a nameless dark. The Truth is far from her, and she is far from the truth.

Hearken, you weary sleepers! Arise from the dead and Christ will give light to you!

יוֹנָה

Darkness veils your mighty face.
Your sword is drawn and so comes forth from Your mouth.
It comes and separates families, it divides homes.
By You we are taken from everything we love.
Jonah's vine has withered from our heads and an east wind burns against our hearts.
We can no longer remain silent and close our eyes to the corpses of human spirits invoking the judgement of God. Because the world's peace is a fatal vision in the desert we cannot drink of it's mirage, nor leave others to die by it's facade of hope. We are undone, please save us from our prophetic silence and our excuses to watch men die. Fill our hearts and our lips and our eyes with Your hope. Forget me not, and lead me into Light that I may see the vindication of my God.
Amen.

Let me extend my hands by Your strength.
Let my mouth speak by Your wisdom.
May my eyes see with Your compassion.
Amen.

מִיכָה

Where is Our Refuge?

Is there any acknowledgement of You for Your people in this land?
Are Your eyes shut that you cannot see our divisions and sins?
Will You forget Your promises to Your people and leave us without deliverance?
For we have become likened to the wind, so our hearts are driven by incontinent desires. Therefore, Death opens it's mouth wide and we cannot escape. Almighty, Your חסד is all that can save. Without the outpouring of Jesus from Your heart in human form and frailty, we are left to ruination. For our hearts are blackened and cannot muster the wisdom or strength to save. Jesus, You were lowered to earth in humility, then raised up to heaven in the curse poverty. Enable us to look to You and free us from our sultry guilt and condemning stain. May it be so by Your power! To Him who died and lives be be all glory, honor, and praise!

A Song of Good Faith in God

My enemies, do not gloat over me!
Though I have fallen, I will get up.
Though I sit in darkness, the Lord will be my light.
I must endure the Lord’s anger,
for I have sinned against him.
But then he will defend my cause,
and accomplish justice on my behalf.
He will lead me out into the light;
I will experience firsthand his deliverance