Ears of War

EARS of WAR

The breath of the moment sends me away,

Far from this language of ignorance,

Where thoughts and feelings are at play,

Nothing stays as a glance,

Rather, a constant feeling of upward explosions.

One cannot define the emotion,

As it is

As endless as our desires.

As fearful as the Glory revealed

As gentle as a Summers breeze

As loving as a mothers touch

As tranquil as the morning water

                As raging as Megiddo’s battles

Nakedness of thoughts can only brush,

The awareness we all should have not lost

Yet, through the Grace of the Glory,

He has writing another story.

Ancient revelations make one assume,

                Don’t be a fool this is for you.

One of

Ignorance

 Pain

 Beauty

                And Love.

One who’s language is not spoken,

 “What’s Truth?” pierced the wind.

He spoke no words, no defense, and no pride.

Flesh was pierced for hearts that wine.

What strange emotion is this?

Fools say love!

Ignorant we are….for one cannot speak,

Of such mysterious emotions from the deep.

I’ve heard it breathed,

This word called love.

How free we are to speak as fools.

The love of Him was never spoken,

It was experienced as an emotion.

Blessed are those who have joined as one,

For they encounter a glimpse of love.

Too often they excel in language,

Not the action.

We are blind so we blindly follow.

Examples of a family borrowed,

                Have led the heart to much sorrow.

How sweet it is when Grace is given.

Unrestrained,

 Unspoken

                                Free of Forgiveness.

Heaven wept a sweet song,

As the fathers cup was poured out.

                Loves definition rang out like a clanging gong.

                                Ignorant ears of war smothered the Truth.

                                                Engaged in fear and prideful contempt,

                                                                Humanities redemption was infinitely set.

Bye the blood of the Truth,

                                Not by prideful sweat.  

Freedoms song rang out of a stone,

Though ears of war stifled the thunderous song,

Clouded in mystery, doubters pay heed,

The Truth is within, be still to believe.

Prideful ignorance is our demise,

                Break up our fallow ground, make us wise.

He rose for the garden of emotions unspoken,

                He was pierced with pride from heaven and earth,

                                                Found guilty of the Truth,

                                                                 Perfected awareness in his journey’s

                                                                                 Experienced the sweetness of his mother’s touch,

                                                                                                 Came from the beginning and he is the end.

He Rose for nations other than our own,

Waging war with our brother,

                                Reveals our true lover.

The ears of war spring forth from winter,

Father…

                Can’t they see I died for all Sinners?                                       

As we dwell in this place,

Tears flow from above.

 Ignorance would call it love.

                Have mercy on us,

Oh wait! He already does.

Unspoken thrusts of loves true desire,

Abide in the Truth?

                Ignorance tells us we have the Truth,

Truth tells us we are ignorant.

~A.S.