Teach me the way of your time.
You rob Chronos yet steal no minute.
Everything in its season, yet always forward.
Iyar fades, her healing done.
Dull winter wounds glow now in blush,
First bud, leaf, and blossom swollen with life.
Sivan begins, opens he life’s season?
Long awaited, Issachar at long last settled?
The corvée to build a Zion for this time.
The Omer is counted, soon to Sabbath.
New grain sheaves and bread with my leaven,
The brethren assemble awaiting Promise.
Truth: we need much more than Iyar’s healing,
New flesh hearts replacing programmed stone.
Prophets promised Spirit, Your law-scribe.
I have here this notion; this nation within me.
Speak now Torah from hovering flame tongues.
Breath and instruction, inspire now this côr.
You make me ready; counted while counting,
Barley for beasts, five-passion portal to soul.
Now ready wheat, man-food and lamp stand.
From chaos springs slander and accusation,
Lucifer’s sigal depriming, Star-flipping revealed.
Lion and dragon, two heads of Accuser.
Like angels to Satan: “the Lord rebuke thee”,
Repriming relation ends dark disintegration.
Purposeful owning trumps image-experience.
Cana held closely, sparks me to envy:
Focus, correction, and execution as proof.
This clarity, conviction relentless, I want it.
To know and be known door into depth,
Night as day seen but it makes not afraid.
Know each one’s kyptonite adjacent the gift.
After swearing, fighting, hiding, denial,
Disciples stripped naked of image and pretense.
Lost them their Lord, but grave as preparation.
Awoke with Messiah also The Movement,
Intimate suffering and death: soil for The Seed.
Waiting in one accord, gathered in prayer.
Flames in windstorm; like fire on the mountain,
Fire pillar divided, glory rests on new temples.
Every language, woven into single humanity.
Thousands gather, threshing floor open,
Revealing hearts, and Heart of the Father,
Dividing all flesh: either repentance or scorn.
True history, true self: my Lord, I want it!
Remembering Jesus, this life and this flesh.
One story, one thread; the line ever onward.
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