Fullness to most is now askew
In meekness of time she never knew
Drawn curtains opened for just a few
For when time comes to grasp anew
Most won’t know just what to do
And so, He brought forward His favored crew
The first beyond a halfway view
Looking past earthly and human frailty
They were able to see beyond mortality
Positioned on the highest stand
A sight not seen by ordinary man
A lost world so astoundingly clear
An ending jolt so very near
“Go out and save as many as you can”
From the Mouth of this Divine Man
As eagles soared, my heart stood still
Glowing fumes from heaven spilled
And those who didn’t take to salvation heeds
Screamed and cried with desperate pleads
He turned and looked at his chosen few
“This is what you must do;
The time of reckoning is close at hand
Salvation, you must reveal to man.”
This the task of His chosen few
The first beyond a halfway view.
THE HALFWAY VIEW IS AS FAR THAT WE AS HUMANS COULD GET AT ONE TIME(OT)...BUT, PRAISE GOD FOR THE BLOOD OF THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB THAT BROUGHT THE FULFILLMENT OF ALL PROMISES INTO VIEW(NT)....FAR BEYOND HALFWAY. A WONDERFUL WRITE TO THOSE STILL 'CONFUSED' ABOUT JESUS BEING THE MESSIAH PROMISED. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
But the laborers are few"
"Many called, few ......"
And these last days it seems even fewer will do!
The last to bring up the rear.
Sobering Poetry you write that shook me.
DWB