lament of the 9th son

 

Crimson Tears here !

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sacred journey

 

 The emotional mask or veil of the pass is slowly being removed and the new you, forming the trust through that new awakening.

You acquiesce no trials or pressures, just a call that keeps the engine running and the fine tuning like a distress call, that your vibrating at a different level.

your not running from pass fears or moments that triggers upsetting response, the focus shifts and there are new chapters in blank pages to fill.

seek the moments and test the arrangements without words for cause, what ever is in the air that is worth engaging, make use of all knowledge gained and summons the highest power that which seeks and shapes that new path.

How many times do we break and how many times do we mend ? 

Life is like stitching and knitting...but we never give up on the call. As a filament that traverse in our holy path in the sacred journey of what is Divine, something will shake our deepest reserve that we are not alone. 

turn to Almighty God and see how troubled the enemy becomes ! 

give generously from your acquired gains, and the reserves that sat stock-piled for the moments to transition into that self assured purposeful call.

in the stillness, quietness, calmness ever enduring and patient, we give back to our Divine host all that which is rightfully his own.

in this order all that is sacredly guided to the highest power cries out Almighty God (YHWH) take me home...take me home.

Hebrews chapter 11 a resurrection awaits all those of faith, who defeated death, and their temporary absence had no authority over their eternal presences. As they await a promise to return from their resting place. In the hands of Almighty God their soul's recalled to memory and their works honored.

I wish we could one-day meet those challenges,

 Rafael G Gonzalez 

Published on

5/11/25 8:45 PM