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YHWH Zeal *--* The flame of Jah

Until the beauty of your exclusive devotion settles, and your zeal softens like a gentle stream... burn (me) with your embrace and never let...

Saturday, July 19, 2025

lament of the 9th son

 

Crimson Tears here !

Jeremiah 29:11...“‘For I well know the thoughts that I am thinking toward you,’ declares Jehovah, ‘thoughts of peace, and not of calamity, to give you a future and a hope.

 

The strain your absences has placed on me,

the void I feel, the emptiness like a bottomless pit,

the wild fire that consumed your warm embrace,

the tender look and smile I could only decode,

your grace at times I so much over-looked,

a thankful giver without reserve,

a heart that never gave up it's pulses,

you stood like a tower in front of so many adversaries, 

a true champion I made you, before you even acknowledged,

you claimed your birthright and on several occasion cheated death and held still the power struggle,

your spirit, your heart, dwells in the minds of countless and memories are everlasting,

from what ever stock-pile of energies your creator released you ?

in the care keeping you nest in  sublime charm,

you kept your eye's on prize and stayed on mission, 

you have transition from a corruptible body to being in likeness of angel's...

your voice at times felt soften and pleasant like that of an angelic host, 

I will hold dearest your spoken and unspoken words in my treasure box,

in the celestial vaults in safe keeping, I shall follow or dying trying,

in eternal memory...praise and laud, sanctify, worship the Almighty God (YHWH)

and host.

Rafael G Gonzalez 

04/30/25...05/04/25

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thursday, July 17, 2025

Crimson tears (Revised)

 


 There are tear drops that weigh heavier than a bucket full,

and the memory of such heavy matter carries a pulse until the heart gives out,

I gave conscience a chance for a fair trial and the pulse settled,

with a loaded heart and tears like lead pouring down the cheeks,

a lonely yearn fills the air,

a mother's last wish consents the soul I'm still here ?

my lost of sleep is the...lost not gained, for she is still resting and asleep, 

in the care and keeping I entrust that wonderful soul, 

as you read this I hope your moved by Spirit of Almighty and Divine, and that the softness of that benevolent being is made to rest,

may the finest of qualities and attributes shape our path, and that we become in likeness of choice to praise, laud, sanctify, and worship the Holiest-of-Holiest.

 04/30/25 to 05/04/25

Rafael G Gonzalez