Vows N oath

 In vows and oath...the Almighty and Divine, grant (me) access to your faithful slave girl, until she is full with love-joy.

Knitted in memory

 

 

Jehovah...mi santo, ingeniero creador... las obras de tus manos claman tu santidad,

 

toda vibracion y expression elogian un ser Divino.

 

Tu grandeza no tiene rival,

 

porque me eres tan fiel ? Acaso me debes algo ? Acaso entras con las manos vacia ?

 

Despreciable soy yo, y una eternidad no paga tus actos benevolo de caridad perpetua.

 

No encuentro entrada ni salida, estoy perdido en busca de tus respuestas !

 

Se te sobra la audacia en tratos conmigo,

 

Cuanto tiempo me tuvistes tejido en memoria, y cuando sali del taller sagrado...no fuiste tu quien estiro la mano en bendiciones y expressiones sagrada ?

 

 

 

Jehovah...my holy one, creative engineer... the works of your hands cries out for your holiness,

 

all vibration and expression praise a Divine being.

 

Your greatness has no rival,

 

why are you so faithful to me? Do you owe me anything? Do you ever come with empty hands?

 

Despicable am I, and eternity does not repay your benevolent acts of perpetual charity.

 

I can't find a way in or out, I'm lost searching for your answers!

 

You have too much boldness in dealing with me,

 

When you had me knitted in memory, and when I broke open the sacred chamber...wasn't it you,who stretched out your hand in blessings and sacred expressions ?

 

Rafael G Gonzalez

Potters-vessel Clic here !

 

Expand-this-vessel Clic here !

Published on

7/13/23 4:16 AM

Truth 4 ever (Revised)

 

The truth is senior/prior then the conspiracy itself,

 

Older then the counterfeits,

 

Much more ancient then satan the devil and all his schemes,

 

It’s like lightening striking through the mass of darkness and exposing all the fraudulent fabrications.

 

The truth is free and eternal, it can’t be confined, contained, or stopped…

 

It’s why the devil satan has had such a hard time, in stifling it’s greatness.

 

The truth is fitting to all when needful, and we all have made use of it, ("This needful truth") yet it’s not assimilated/digestible to all.

 

One can live a lie...but not survive the truth, many are aware of this.

 

The truth is Divine, it has no rival, no equal, undefeated, able to transform, actuate and cause for the better. Awaken and released from bondage.

 

Lies are invoked and devised to counter it and not the other way around.

 

The truth is eternal and will remain ageless, and that is what Jehovah (YHWH) has said.

 

Rafael G Gonzalez

 

 The conspiracy Clic here !

 

 

Published on

3/23/23 2:30 AM

Early Blossom Revised)

            Early Blossom

In anticipation of early morning mist, curled up in her nest of twigs, twines, and thorns...evergreens, there lays dormant the most precious expression. Waiting the shift...daylight, nocturnal muse dazzles laughter through the air.

So whispered the jasmines, and so whispered the lilies, and so whispered the daffodils, and so whispered the rose (early blossom)...the tulips and carnations, gaily exchange of the guard!

Creation laud and praise the fine tuning of vibrational harmony, flower beds of color and fragrance chant, guide the foot-steps of invisible host.

Sunlight pierce the threshold of early blossom’ and so come to life, audience drunk in joy and laughter.

All the commotion invisible too the grounds keeper, all obvious to the host,

Sun-dance...rain-dance, songs of jubilee collaborate a kaleido-spectacle, only to the few ! Many are the blessings pouring her way, like rain showers to a special expression of delight...inspiringly awesome, Divinely crafted !

Seasons of change whither my presences...but between me and my host, vibrational harmony is root deep.

In the next resurrection early blossom, the garden shall play...and so whispered all creation in submission to a grand scheme.

Only the choicest is found lodging in GOD'S tent, and you're one of them.

A Divine host irreconcilable yearn to nourish the spark woven deep into the sacred spiral, for all expression to declare his glory. In the pipe-lines of life, remote in the sacred chamber God’s (YHWH) work shop, you are his love Joy ! His beloved child !

 

 A thousand in colorful contrast and the array of suited matches, would be at a standstill from a radiant singleness, the aura...the presentation...the lamp-stand of all seasons,

 

A host grand standing and qualities yet to reveal. 

 

 *--* I can't recall writing this note for anyone in particular, not even a passer-by so the inspiration comes from creation it self. The last few lines are the revised version for the real target in the corridor of time.

Published on

4/10/17 1:56 AM

BY : Raphael G