Long Ago and Far Away

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Peter, Paul and Mary sang their songs so simply.
It wasn't what they said,
It was the wild geese winging,
Their horses drinking wine and singing,
Stamping and snorting in Elysian fields.
While below the folk were sighing,
Knowing at the song's ending,
So was simplicity.
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An Amazonian Proverb

An Amazonian proverb screeched by a flailing bird
By all the forest creatures one balmy day was heard.
A multicoloured parrot flying just for fun
Fell towards the river and into it did plunge.


An Amazonian gentleman canoeing by the spot
Turned to his companion and said - not a lot -
But - in his mind he pondered the proverb of the day
And then he sagely nodded in an Amazonian way.


What was the wisdom given, descending from the trees,
By that multicolour parrot flying just to tease?
As best as remember, as best as I recall
'T was, “'T is better to have flied and flailed
Than not to have flied at all.”

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A Conversation

God said, Be good.
Man said, I would.
God said, You can't.
Man said, So I shan't.
God said, You'll learn.
Man said, You're stern.
God said, If not stern
How would you learn?
Could you ever pay the fee
To live with me
And be, for good?

God said, Be true.
Man said, I will.
God said, You won't.
Man said, I'll mount.
God said, You'll fall.
Man said, If I call?
God said, I will come
To do what must be done.
Blood will pour.
Trust and be sure
For I am true.

God said, Rejoice!
Man said, Have I choice?
God said, You will choose.
Man said, And if I lose?
God said, We will win.
Man said, What of sin?
God said, To hell it goes.
But when the trumpet blows
And the chosen rise up,
The wine cup we'll sup
And shout for joy!

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A Proclamation

Our God is God, The Living God.
Nothing is that is not His.
From His giving comes our being.
By His willing we exist.

Our God is God, The Living God.
Nothing is that is not His.
His timelessness gives us time,
In His infinity is our space.

Our God is God, The Living God.
Nothing is that is not His.
By His Person we are people,
We who know this God of grace.

The rains fall, the rivers flow, the oceans swell, the night sky glows,
With myriad lights above, below, heaven and earth their riches show.
Wide-winged eagle gliding high, out of the blue his eagle eye
Sees man and beast below go by, sees how all the land does lie.
On flowered slopes a burly ram stands to defend his harem.
If fox or wolf would take a lamb suddenly he'll run and slam.

All is ordered, all ordained even chaos has its name.
Our God is God, The Living God,
Nothing is that is not His.

Men do not see Him yet they see.
Men do not hear Him yet they hear.
Men say, He is not, yet they are
But they do not know for what.
From where they are and to where they go,
That also they do not know.

From Pharaoh's serpent helmet through Alexander's brazen phalanx
To the Sun King's cruel radiance,
Men have ruled upon the earth, enslaved and slaughtered, amassed wealth.
From the magic of Jannes and Jambres through Aristotle's logic
To Mazerin The Prince's politics,
Men have been enthralled, clear thought clouded
By shows and shadows and sleight of mind.

Rulers rise, civilisations corrupt, devils divide, deceive, disrupt.
But our God is God The Living God,
Nothing is that is not His.

Incarnate He entered in,
Into the unholy din of our sorry history,
We who fail and fall and fall and fail.
With hands and feet He pinned the serpent sin to the bloody tree.
There, there was He nailed, instead of me.

The King did die, Long live the King!
His Kingdom comes, O people sing!
Seated on clouds with sickle sharp
He'll cut through the corn, we'll rise like larks.
Our songs will lift the roof off the skies
And on earth no hiding place from the eagle's eye.

Silver trumpets let sound and golden bells chime.
Our God is God, The Living God.
I am His and He is mine.

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And he has put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God:
many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the Lord.
4 Blessed is that man that makes the Lord his trust,
and respects not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
5 Many, O Lord my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done,
and thy thoughts which are to us-ward:
they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee:
if I would declare and speak of them,
they are more than can be numbered.

Psalm 40
 
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(Recalling The Screwtape Letters by C.S.Lewis)

Urgent Memo from High Command

His Most High, Excellent Awfulness, Lord of the Winged Hordes
Reminds all viceroys, manipulators and controllers
That we are at war!
The coming invasion will fail for we are everywhere.
Darkness covers the earth, complete domination is near.
Fear Me with full awe!
For My reward for failure is excruciating pain,
So make very sure My reign extends and deepens all unseen
Till I unveil Me!

As to those puny worms, tightly control their feeble minds,
So contemptible yet they serve us well in our designs.
Yet still some get free!
Hear Me now! It must stop! You will pay dear for each soul lost.
Skilfully entrance! Entertain with high culture or low!
Keep them all engrossed!
Elide and mix truth and lies, purity and uncleanness.
Pump up, then deflate with promises of praise and riches.
Stress and distress them!

Divide and rule! Multiply their religions and isms!
Feed their souls with self-pity, self-pride and foolish visions!
More smoke and mirrors!
Make blood and destruction and wailing, to ever increase!
Obscure that noxious light that into My kingdom still creeps!
Defend My Darkness!
Losing, you will perish and burn and writhe without ceasing.
Winning means eternity with Me alone. So pleasing!
Go to My Beings!

Enthrone me above, over the ancient order to rule.
My Seat magnificent and terrible displayed to view.
All worship My due!
Those worms that do not honour Me and serve us, denigrate.
Slander them to seem a peculiar people, queer sheep, right
To eliminate.
Slaughter all who think an Other God comes to unthrone Me.
Go to! Go to My Beings! Do My Will! Death and Mayhem!
Share in My Terror!

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Brave New Worlds
A sun sinks slowly in the west
As rising ones effervesce
Horizons narrow and draw near
But sky no longer limits fear

While mankind in various guises
Blithely gathers plastic prizes
Bends his bow by stretching truth
Shoots his sins at heaven's roof​

The world turns still, as still as thunder
But those who feast die of hunger
The hungry sing sweet songs of praise
And angels sternly shelve the days

Under unseen eyes all seeing
Staring hard the human being
Blind to all beyond all knowing
Sees his plastic prizes growing.​

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Nice one afish. This reminds me of the label "spiritual anorexic". Surrounded by food for the spirit,
but unable to eat. The food that would sustain our spirit is supplanted by people/things that may satisfy
certain appetites and yet a deep longing remains.
 
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The Brink of Time

Long ago and far away
Are the worlds of yesterday.
We stand upon the brink of time
Where shadows rule and blind leads blind.
Nations quake, the seas they rage,
What help now our yesterdays.

Cosy dreams and pageant's show
Since far away and long ago
Have brought us to the brink of time
Where clown and prince play pantomime.
We cheer, we boo, we clap our hands,
While in the wing the villain stands.

Long ago and far away
There was a hero so some say.
Oh, do we live or do we die?
Will he come or did he lie?
No pantomime, no stage or play,
Not far away, dread Judgment Day.

Towers fall, men weep and curse.
A sickle soon will sweep the earth.
Oh, what to do? What to say?
Who will stand on Judgment Day?
No acted play, no cosy shrine
Can take us passed the brink of time.

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