God's Slave girl

Sister : Ann Butler, original writing please...click on the link here, to view at my drive. A very special poetic note, by one of God's finest (servant) slave girl. 

In his defense Jesus said to them, “My Father is always at his work to this very day, and I too am working.”

White/yellow roses

 

 

 Yellow in memory of my loyalty and white the purity of faith and eternal love, 

in paradise the chase is never ending.

The evergreens of everlasting attachments, and the thorns a delicate balance that choreographs the burning flame,

fragile as it may seem, the power it holds and the lasting impressions to the givers want,

a child of countless spring seasons, for generations to come and eternity to follow,

She awakens my dormant cells and cause a big bang in the deepest of heart, the expansion of that burst...a super Nova of explosive thoughts.

In God (YHWH) Almighty I trust that this affirmative actions of his own Divine will pull us together as energies aggregate in a massive collection and create that incredible spark.

Your absences a living memory, your silence my longest yearn, hear (me) you dream-weaver and Host-of-Host, are you not behind this cause ? My soul is restless in knowing you better, in this perpetual feelings fill our intrigues !

Rafael G Gonzalez

10/22/24

lament of the 9th son

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rise N Shine (Revised)

 

May my love be your battle field,

and my loyalty overlap eternity,

Why you feel agitated and spirit unease?

Why you seek a replacement ? 

do you not know who guides your disquieting heart impulses? 

Let me see you smile again and cause our father's person to rejoice until he becomes filled with your grace,

I have been observing your wonderful person, but there is one who can showcase

your true expression,

This morning I woke and there stood this omnipresence, this causative feeling and you were part of this drama, 

once to often it takes hold of (me) like an instrument awaiting it's performance, stage-casting to audience in amazement,

If blessing and undeserved-kindness were to be summarized, you have gone to far...I would prefer to remain in the ashes of creation,

If this be my last to a prelude, remember you have our standing ovation.

 

Que mi amor sea tu campo de batalla,

y mi lealtad se superponga a la eternidad,

¿Por qué te sientes agitada y tu espíritu excitado?

¿Por qué buscas un reemplazo?

¿No sabes quién guía los impulsos inquietantes de tu corazón?

Déjame verte sonreír de nuevo y hacer que la persona de mi padre se regocije hasta que se llene de tu gracia,

He estado observando tu maravillosa persona, pero hay alguien que puede mostrar

tu verdadera expresión,

Esta mañana me desperté y allí estaba esta omnipresencia, este sentimiento causante y tú eras parte de este drama,

una vez más se apodera de mí como un instrumento que espera su actuación, presentándose ante el público asombrado,

Si la bendición y la bondad inmerecida tuvieran que resumirse, has ido demasiado lejos... Preferiría permanecer en las cenizas de la creación,

Si este es mi último preludio, recuerda que tienes nuestra ovación de pie.

Rafael G Gonzalez
 

12/17/24 4:17 AM

Un tributo a la paciencia (Revised) *

 

Un tributo a la paciencia

 

Perdoname por no haber cedido a tus impulsos,

 

a tu direcion,

 

a tus momentos designados,

 

 Te vestiste de gala y recevistes el premio major,

 

a tus actos benevulos,

 

cuando mas necesitado...hay estabas tu,

 

Nunca me dejetes sin salida,

 

Me llenates de gran agaunte,

 

Me orientates en gran consuelo,

 

Como un marca paso y reloj de arena, no hacias cuenta del tiempo,

 

Estuviestes siempre a mi alcance,

 

Nunca te molestates con mi ignorancia,

 

Endureces y cedes con razonamiento inolvidable,

 

Tus actos para conmigo son superlativo,

 

Tu presencia a lo largo de mi camino te are compan~ia eternal,

 

Mi impaciencia no fue tu quebranto, sino tu fortaleza…

 

Te as comportado como una enigma Divina, y reabastecido mi mas grandes 

 

deseos...en deudas estare por duracion y existencia,

 

Mi celo por esta virtud es una lección de corazón aprendida!

 

 

A tribute to patience

 

Forgive (me) for not having conceded into your impulses,

 

to your direction,

 

to your designated moments, 

 

you dressed to the nines and received the major prize,

 

to your benevolent acts,

 

When I were most in need,

 

Never left (me) without a way out,

 

You fill (me) with great endurance,

 

You guided (me) in great comfort,

 

Like a pacemaker and hourglass,

 

you didn't keep track of time,

 

You were always within my reach,

 

Never bother with my ignorance,

 

You harden and yield with unforgettable reasoning,

 

Your actions towards (me) are superlative,

 

Your presence along my path will be my eternal company,

 

My impatience was not your brokenness, but your strength... You have 

 

acted like a Divine enigma,

 

and replenished my greatest desires...I will be in debt for time and duration of my existence,

 

My zeal for this virtue a heart lesson learned !

 

 * special guest      : }

10/1/24 3:44 AM

 

Rafael G Gonzalez

Inform (me)

 

 It is the medicine every soul seeks,

An ancient remedy (formula) that soothes all aches,

condition's, illness, heart-troubles, and restores the imbalance, a soul 

under the greatest assault, 

It is a superlative design...I far from it,

remote where resides, present at all moments,

We seek it with all eagerness of heart, misplacing the enigmatic  

fellowship where incubated, causing so much commotion,

It weighs us down in thoughts, feelings that race like meteors in chase,

implants at fine-tuned frequencies,

it searches those energies and low-level vibrations to draft back into it's superlative acts

what are rightfully it's own,

If one was to query all this ? 

At a grand scale...all the intellectuals...all the thinkers...all the gifted in field of reasoning, what are your findings ?

what are your logical explanation, if there be any in that field ?

we may be granted access if we pause in the allotted time/space gained and return it, if that be the call ! it is inevitable in that time constraints...the wise who seek it becomes the chase, and that is sublime.

Almighty God (YHWH) at work

Praise him while you can...just praise him !

Rafael G Gonzalez

 

Published on

2/10/25 2:07 PM

 

 

Special guest II * (Revised)

 

One can refer to this as a superlative song !

 

I have missed her like a fleeting spring breeze of many seasons,

Her absences has become a memorial stamped in my soul,

I'm under the good impression that these forces will merge if there be a Divine will,

A call is heard and it's not your average day-break,

in places I have not known a hang-over of moments (Experiences) pass replace the void I eagerly embrace to often,

what stands against these verses have never expand the superlativeness/excellence's of a quality so Divine,

yes, in life's journeys...truth, loyalty, and love are the sojourner's in the invisible presences it can no longer deny,

If I seek a comforter its a hollow void, and in these thoughts that emanate from the profound deep....certainly are my guide,

I must continue pressing forward until one totally consumes me, (the hollow void or her presence),

as touching as it may seem, not so touching the absence, presences and all encompassing, that is God's slave girl that we hold so dear,

Our hearts are an open portal for your access, only a few in a selection and you one of them,

 Until my heart gives up it's beats/rhythm...I shall praise God's (YHWH) finest of expressions, that reside and dwell deeply woven in the pipe-lines of life,

She lights up the house of God like a lamp stand, and her smile a thousand color spectrum and millenniums of love joy,

From what stockpile of those energies you released her, and after the fine-tuning what draft orders are in place ? Please answer (me) this ?

Praise and laud the Almighty God (YHWH)...just praise him !

Please allow (me) to worship the Holiest-of-Holiest !

 

La he extrañado como una brisa primaveral fugaz de muchas estaciones,

Su ausencias se han convertido en un memorial estampado en mi alma,

Tengo la buena impresión de que estas fuerzas se fusionarán si hay una voluntad Divina,

Se escucha un llamado y no es un amanecer común,

en lugares que no he conocido, una resaca de momentos (experiencias) pasado reemplazan el vacío que abrazo con entusiasmo y con demasiada frecuencia,

lo que se opone a estos versos nunca han expandido la superlatividad/excelencias de una cualidad tan Divina,

sí, en los viajes de la vida... la verdad, la lealtad y el amor son los peregrinos en las presencias invisibles que ya no se puede negar,

Si busco un consolador es un vacío hueco, y en estos pensamientos que emanan de lo profundo... ciertamente son mi guía,

Debo seguir presionando hacia adelante hasta que uno me consuma por completo, (el vacío hueco o su presencia),

por conmovedor que parezca, no tan conmovedor la ausencia, las presencias y todo lo abarcante, que es la esclava de Dios que tanto apreciamos,

Hasta que mi corazón abandone sus latidos/ritmo... alabaré las más finas expresiones de Dios (YHWH), que residen y moran profundamente entretejidas en las tuberías de la vida,

Ella ilumina la casa de Dios como un candelabro divino, y su sonrisa es un espectro de mil colores y milenios de amor y alegría,

¿De qué reservas de esas energías la liberaste y, después del ajuste-fino,qué órdenes preliminares están en vigor? Por favor respóndeme esto ?

Rafael G Gonzalez

Alaben y ensalcen al Dios Todopoderoso (YHWH)... ¡simplemente alábenlo!

¡Por favor, permíteme adorar al Santo...Santísimo!

*YHWH (Slave girl) 

Dec.2024

 

 

 

Love where are you (Revised)

                                            
                                     Love where are you

I can love you for your fine qualities,

I can love you for being a great life source (mother),

I can love you for your enduring character,

I can love you for being a faithful helper and guide,

I can love you for being a precious expression few will ever see,

I can write you love notes, and from where love resides, defines, remote and isolated...I find my dearest nest in sublime charm.

I can love you for eternity,

I can love you for a thousand of years,

I can wait and be the sacrifice for your guarantee,

True love is not flattery, because I’m not disconnected from myself. It is the superior quality of endowment for those whom truly search it and find the source!

I can also love you for what you're not, imperfect being chasing a desire so innate, far from understanding,

I will love and continue to love...here today, tomorrow paradise. Seeking the source, disrupting its presences until it grants me access to a yearning few will ever manage to undertake.

Love emanates radiant light (heat source) life is found at its core...it is Divine, superlative, infinite starlight and beyond. Enigmatic riddles, puzzles the restless searcher to standstill in deep freeze.

Love where are you ? Where can I find you ? I have missed you ! Yet you are ever present...warm and cozy, delightful, my soul has found refuge ! Let’s walk up and down the park...let us sing happy melodies of our encounter. Let us praise while we can...let me find you in my memory !

(C) right

04.18.17

Rafael G Gonzalez

Holy mist/Rocio Santo * N

 

 

Yes, one can refer to it as the superlative song !

 

 

Rocio Santo

Que los frutos del espíritu, Divino Todopoderoso, hueste de huestes Jehová Dios...Se conviérta en el rocio de la mañana, que energizan tu estructura subatómica.

 

Que a lo largo del día esta sinergia se convierta en la nueva raíz de colaboración profunda de la síntesis devocional,

 

Que seas la preferida entre los aderezos de los campos,

 

Que su impulso vibratorio se convierta en una masa de puente que canalice las transmisiones subliminales entre usted y el hueste Divino,

 

Serán esos códigos, impresiones, intercambios y mensajes los que el común apreciará tanto,

 

Será la descendencia de tales, a semejanza...parterres de flores destinados al taburete de un rey glorioso

 

Que el vientre: y será el altar, taller en el que brota y se despliega toda inspiración.

 

Joven y precoz, pero muy desirable...in las rotaciones de la guardia, mantienes todo en reposo y gran congelo.

 

* Special guest

 

Rafa El Gonzalez

Mayo 3, 2023
 

Holy mist

May the fruits of the spirit, Almighty Divine, host-of-host Jehovah God...become like the morning mist, that energize your sub-atomic structure.

 

Through-out the day may this synergy become the new root deep collaboration of devotional synthesis,

 

May you be the highly preferred among the fields dressings,

 

May your vibrational drive become a bridge mass that channels subliminal transmissions between you and Divine host.

 

It shall be those codes, imprints, exchange and messages the common hold so dear,

 

It shall be the offspring's of such, in likeness of flower beds meant for a king’s foot-stool,

 

May the womb : and it shall be the altar, work-shop in which all inspiration stems and rolls-out.

 

Young and early, but very desirable...in the rotations of the guard, you keep all in stand-still and deep -freeze.

 

Rafa El G

May 3, 2023

Eternity in love *Special guest

Let me hear your loyal love in the morning,For I trust in you. Make known to me the way I should walk,+For to you I turn.. Psalms 143:8

Love is a Divine attribute, we as human beings can’t even come close in defining it...

 

embracing it... manifesting it... expressing it...

 

every effort we make of it, only causes greater commotion of how it finds 

 

traction in our lives.

 

I live for a time not to far in distance, where love resides at it’s highest peak in expression,

 

there I find my beloved nested in sublime charm.

 

Superlative like Divinity itself, of purest expression...no mortal can ever attain , 

 

but emulate in benevolence and eternity in love,

 

seeking immortality,

 

seeking the expression,

 

seeking the one I love.

 

* Special guest D.A.N

Published on

10/3/24 1:22 AM

 

Rafael G Gonzalez

Signature Of God (YHWH) ?

Does your DNA carry the signature of Almighty God (YHWH ) Jehovah ?

and does your DNA contain specific/isolated instruction at that microscopic level of what that master design and engineer desires to carry out order ?

who are you to have access to such  high knowledge ? who has granted you the slightest gain to even invoke the question ? I the less of all can only fall to my knees and praise and praise...

Jeremiah 1:5...Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,

And before you were born I sanctified you.I made you a prophet to the nations.

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.

Psalm 139:16  

Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

Isaiah 49:5 
And now the Lord says, he who formed me from the womb to be his servant, to bring Jacob back to him; and that Israel might be gathered to him— for I am honored in the eyes of the Lord, and my God has become my strength—

Isaiah 49:1 

Listen to me, O coast-lands, and give attention, you peoples from afar. The Lord called me from the womb, from the body of my mother he named my name.

Psalm 139:1-24  

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. O Lord, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it altogether. You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me. ...

Galatians 1:15  

But when he who had set me apart before I was born, and who called me by his grace,

Psalm 139:15-16 

My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

* As for me I'm wonderfully made and there is nothing missing, I'm his love joy from the beginning without ends.

And I will say this praise, laud, and sanctify him while you can !

Rafael G Gonzalez

 

 Published on

3/1/24 10:58 AM

Crimson tears

 

 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 ?

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.

 

Rafael G Gonzalez

 

Just Praise Him (YHWH)

 

I began to reason beyond the average understanding and above that insight, there stood this revelation,

who among the living can issue creeds, commands, laws, rules that you must follow ?

Who among the least or highest is worthy of your favor ? 

what power structure can wrestle away your stronghold on me ?

mere human will stumble like a fly chasing the light, but those you grant access are like fine dressing for a fields gathering,

Divine poetic notes rehearse and take hold of (me) I can't express it's pure message...it over takes my person,

if one was to pry back into my life's experiences which is full  of surprises and events not for the average, one can see very clearly a benevolent, merciful host... a love that transcends that scope of limited reasoning,

life has been merely flattering, yet I pick-up were I left off and the pieces along with it,

At times I feel drained and lifeless, and at times like a super charged particle, that is the lot that which seeks (me) like a haunt and a journey of endless roads,

now being fully aware of my Divine host undeserving kindness, his purpose and those chapters which I eagerly seek  to fill in my host dairy,

the opposition has not lost a breath in striping away "The Call" and I reason the better fights are yet to come,

yes, the opposition has conspired in more ways then one, and my inheritance (Promise) is the endgame,

while there is still this contemptible substance in form of energy that fills my organs with fuel beyond compare, and until my Divine host makes the moves, I shall surface for a little breathing room in life affairs to finish that wonderful "call",

I can't see it any other way, a master-craft, a Spirit at work, a Sovereign King, a power structure beyond compare seeks what is rightfully his own property,

Oh mighty...Almighty and Divine grant (me) the staying power and love affair, never detach or uncouple, release in marginal errors.

Please allow (me) worship, praise, sanctify your saintly person (YHWH)... 

 Rafael G Gonzalez

 

Published on

4/16/25 5:34 AM

Special Guest

 

Sovereign Lord Jehovah, bless be your name to time and time indefinite...who is the mere mortal to query your Divine creeds ?

 

What can it see, feel, touch and understand...that it reasons I’m powerful !

I have come to knowledge among the elites, among the wild beast in the fields, also gods on earth!

 

A mere buzz in the wind without guidance is his boast, narcissistic self-absorbed-abstract-mindset.

 

What would become of men without direction?

 

Could it navigate its way in the cosmos?

 

Could it ever reach infinity?

 

Can it hold destiny for thousands of years in a standstill ?

 

Can it weave/mend life in a microscopic form and predict, stage-cast its unique performance, gifts, expressions, and host Divine implants each with personalize touch ?

 

Magnificent is He and script writer, from the realms far, beyond and remote, I hold presence as a special guest.

 

Almighty and Divine...grant me a thousand years and keep the fire burning that which scorched me, I shall wait and upon my return fill those sweet chapters in secret you kept.

 

06/22/23

Rafa EL G Gonzalez

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

 

 

 

 

Let it Rain

Oh LORD (YHWH) I can feel your power, and warm embrace,

I can feel your grace,

So lean on (me)... lean on (me)

yes, let it rain on (me)

I say let it rain.... just let it rain..... I can feel your Spirit move through (me) and in Holy showers you bathe (me) in holiest embrace,

let's walk through the rain, holding hands just take (me) away,

and allow (me) to sing our new song,

victory at hand, victory at hand...we shall come together beyond eternity, your saintly person find our place

so please let it rain, it let rain... wash away pain, sorrows my yearns fully embrace,

I want to fly high....high...oh yes high into the sky your wings take (me)

in tender love you hold (me)...and in tender love you lead (me)

 Oh LORD...Oh LORD take (me) away....take (me) way and away

like the wind without feathers we ride celestial chariot, 

like fire is that warm embrace,

 

 

 Rafael G Gonzalez

 

Published on

4/7/25 8:03 PM

 

 

 

Admirer's reproach (Revised)

Admirer’s Reproach

                                                     

                                                                                                    
                                                                          

Why did you leave the window open?
 

Were you expecting a stranger in the night?
 

Every day I sit by the front door way, you past by like I wasn't there;
 

Yet your fragrances are fresh like morning dew I know better.
 

Your never lonely in your house angels guard your safe keeping.
 

Go ahead ask me where I have been? I tell you things just keep happening,
 

I must speak of what I have abandon, the vaulted sky the earth below, shadows tossed, and the land of broken dreams.

If I could find comfort for just a while it would be in the corner stairways;
 

Leading to my admirer’s reproach! Like autumn’s foliage that chariots to their winter bed,
 

Where is my resting place for today? Like dust driven away my soul finds no refuge…I have become tired, exhausted in my quest to reveal the sacred spiral, who is worthy in my madness?
 

Lead me captive in the sorrows of my beloved strange host where the sun rises from the Far East touching my deeps wounds. 

The many whom my strangeness admired, but stranger than none; here to abide with it in my strange loved. I lay me down until my next resurrection in the near coming spring the day of my birth many years ago (?) when my father woven me in the secret place, not troubling where I sweetly slept.”

BY: Raphael G

(C) Right 

 

 

Published on

9/5/14 10:42 PM

Life's Struggle's (Revised)

 

MAN is deeply conscious of the passing of time. With each tick of the clock, he progresses a step farther down time’s corridor. He is wise, indeed, if he makes proper use of his time. As King Solomon wrote: “For everything there is an appointed time, even a time for every affair under the heavens: a time for birth and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot what was planted; a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to break down and a time to build; a time to weep and a time to laugh.” (Eccl. 3:1-4) How fleeting is time! The 70 years of the normal life span is far too short a time for a person to take in the abundance of knowledge and to enjoy all the other good things Jehovah (YHWH) has provided for man on this earth. “Everything he has made pretty in its time. Even time indefinite he has put in their heart, that mankind may never find out the work that the true God has made from the start to the finish.”—Eccl. 3:11; Ps. 90:10.

Jehovah (YHWH) himself lives in an eternity of time. As for his creatures, it has pleased him to set them in the stream of time. The angels of heaven, including even the rebellious Satan, are fully aware of the passage of time. (Dan. 10:13; Rev. 12:12) Of mankind it is written, “Time and unforeseen occurrence befall them all.” (Eccl. 9:11) Happy is the man who at all times includes God in his thoughts and who welcomes God’s provision of “food at the proper time”!—Matt. 24:45.

 

Time Is One-Directional: Though time is universal, no man living is able to say what it is. It is as unfathomable as space. No one can explain where the stream of time began or where it is flowing. These things belong to the limitless knowledge of God almighty (YHWH), who is described as being God “from time indefinite to time indefinite.”—Ps. 90:2.

 

On the other hand, time has certain characteristics that can be understood. Its apparent rate of flow can be measured. Additionally, it moves in one direction only. Like traffic on a one-way street, time moves relentlessly in that one direction—onward, ever onward. Whatever the speed of its forward movement, time can never be thrown into reverse. We live in a momentary present. However, this present is in motion, flowing continually into the past. There is no stopping it.

 

The Past: The past is gone, it is history, and it can never be repeated. Any attempt to call back the past is as impossible as trying to make a waterfall tumble uphill or an arrow fly back to the bow that shot it. Our mistakes have left their mark in the stream of time, a mark that only God (YHWH) can wipe out. (Isa. 43:25) In like manner, a man’s good deeds in the past have made a record that “will come back to him” with blessing from God almighty (YHWH). (Prov. 12:14; 13:22) The past has been won or lost. No longer is there any control over it. Of the wicked it is written: “For like grass they will speedily wither, and like green new grass they will fade away.”—Ps. 37:2.

 

The Future: The future is different. It is always flowing toward us. By the help of God’s Word, we can identify obstacles that loom ahead of us and prepare to meet them. We can store up for ourselves “treasures in heaven.” (Matt. 6:20) These treasures will not be swept away by the stream of time. They will stay with us and will endure into an eternal future of blessing. We are interested in the wise use of time, as it affects that future.—Eph. 5:15, 16.

 

Time Indicators: Our modern-day watches and clocks are time indicators. They serve as rulers for measuring time. In similar manner God (YHWH), the Creator, has set in motion giant time indicators—the earth spinning on its axis, the moon revolving around the earth, and the sun—so that from his standpoint on earth, man may be accurately advised of the time. “And God went on to say: ‘Let luminaries come to be in the expanse of the heavens to make a division between the day and the night; and they must serve as signs and for seasons and for days and years.’” (Gen. 1:14) Thus, as a multitude of objects with interlocking purposes, these heavenly bodies move in their perfect cycles, unendingly and unerringly measuring the one-directional movement of time.

 

How Time Moves Faster: There is an old saying that “a watched kettle never boils.” It is true that when we are watching time, when we are conscious of it, when we are waiting for something to happen, then it seems to pass ever so slowly. However, if we are busy, if we are interested in and preoccupied with what we are doing, then it really appears that “time flies.” Moreover, with older people time seems to pass much more quickly than with young children. Why is this? One year added to the life of a one-year-old means a 100-percent increase in life’s experiences. One year added to the life of a 50-year-old means just 2 percent more. To the child, a year seems a long, long time.

 

The older person, if busy and in good health, finds that the years seem to fly faster and faster. He comes to a deeper understanding of Solomon’s words: “There is nothing new under the sun.” On the other hand, young people still have the seemingly slower, formative years with them. Instead of “striving after wind” with a materialistic world, they may use these years profitably in piling up a wealth of godly experience. Timely are Solomon’s further words: “Remember, now, your Grand Creator in the days of your young manhood, before the calamitous days proceed to come, or the years have arrived when you will say: ‘I have no delight in them.’”—Eccl. 1:9, 14; 12:1.
 

Time-When People Live Forever: However, there are joyous days ahead that will be far from calamitous. Lovers of righteousness, whose ‘times are in God's (YHWH) hand,’ may look forward to everlasting life in the realm of God’s Kingdom. (Ps. 31:14-16; Matt. 25:34, 46) Under the Kingdom, death will be no more. (Rev. 21:4) Idleness, illness, boredom, and vanity will have vanished. There will be work to do, absorbing and intriguing, calling for expression of man’s perfect abilities and bringing intense satisfaction in accomplishment. The years will seem to flow faster and faster, and appreciative and retentive minds will be continually enriched with memories of happy events. As millenniums pass, humans on this earth will no doubt come to appreciate more fully God almighty (YHWH) view of time: ‘For a thousand years in God's (YHWH) eyes are but as yesterday when it is past.’—Ps. 90:4.

 

Viewing the stream of time from our present human standpoint and taking into account God’s promise of a new world of righteousness, how joyous in prospect are the blessings of that day: “For there Jehovah (YHWH) commanded the blessing to be, even life to time indefinite”!—Ps. 133:3.

If life is a Struggle

If life is a struggle, what does death offers in the long run?

Why do we grief over our short comings?

In high places sits the arrogant, time makes the calls and he is of little means!

Time is a thief it robs us of our youth, it makes us gray and savvy, only to reverse as we become children again in our unstable state.

If only we could remain children’s forever can we challenge time?

Time produces; time reduces, and time the crook that steals values as it never burns out. When one wonders time laughs, when one is hurting time laughs, when one is lonely time laughs, time follows no command it is space to be filled, infinite like the thief’s treachery, ever present to observe and molest our slightest moments, like a 

motionless predator it works its web, and consumes, destroys.

The time capsule that never runs out, the subjects trapped in its belly with little hope, time the unscrupulous vigilant, the giver and taker of life.

Time drags when it is having greater moments, the time is and the time will come for all under its sight to time no more!

If not for the cosmos, and the seasons we would be like the dust tossed in the wind, miniature particles of matter that resemble time itself in so many ways.

The Great Spirit is great, find him and make him your allied. Bow to the mysteries and secrets that simple minds charge at, because understanding is not its helper.

The balance of nature is becoming undone, who can reverse it? Oh surrogate mother earth that sustains life for a little while, you that shelters the offspring’s of creation in the bosom of paradise, she calls for the souls to fertilize her grounds, she cries out with open mouth and a belly that’s never satisfied.

(C) write protected

Raphael G

Spring of 2010

Posted by Raphael G at 8:38 AM

Conscience holds (Revised)

 

 

 

 

I place Almighty God (YHWH) as my witness, and stand before him with a clear conscience. That if it be through the expression bestowed or through poetic notes and other means, that I have tried to win the hearts and minds of those who hold (me) in contempt. 

Thou I practice a high state of awareness, I gather that Almighty God is not partial and that equal footing is granted to all who hold those virtues. The cheap shots taken against my character have no bearing...it is the actions that will eventually exchange and bring down the hostile acts...and this grieves me because I host no such sympathy.

The corruption of the spirit is the corruption of conscience, I have not embrace either one, as to being removed from the process of gainfully being draft back into the call that which we ultimately seek.
 

If controversy shadows (me) its the conscience that expands and that which broadens in overgrow seeks the proverbial "TRUTH" in all its manifestation. When one searches "The way"  Divine Truth' in light form, the controversy is removed. Martyrs and seeker's make use of the unusual, so that which tries to over-shadow makes no gains on the proverbial truth. So being a public enemy is the badge of honor that which thereof carries no shame or pain greater then the martyrs/witness themselves.

Just praise him while you can ! Just praise him !

Almighty Divine please allow (me) to praise, laud, worship and sanctify the Holiest name !
Rafa EL G Gonzalez

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3/9/25 9:02 AM

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Early Blossom

            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 !

Published on

4/10/17 1:56 AM

BY : Raphael G

When does a heart breaks ?

 

I can feel you energize and power up, between the great divides your more then a match,

starlight and beyond, a day in finest theatrics showcase what is truly Divine,

I can feel your harm embrace,

your celestial chariot ever moving in a synchronized way,

it won't be long before I join the rest,

there be a call that fills in so many ways, 

a void so hollow, your tear drops from-heavenly realms wash away,

I learnt a new song and on the way home, you carried (me) like a weightless feather

and I praised and praised,

in the deepness of true love there can't be any pain, and if there be pain it's called the greatest of joy,

your whole person is the attire of the highest love and there is no equal,

the insensible have deviated from the true expression and feel hurt at the sight of love, yet I seek it because of you,

your cause stretch beyond the visible cosmos and human activities are shameful at the least,

foolish mortals is what I make of their distractions and shower them with the greatest of feelings, so they can cast themselves out of the lot and remain ill and foolish. 

I wish hypocrisy would take a deep dive into a low well, and never again seek my presences,

May your Divine person pace with (me) and it's shadow in full guard embrace, yet we in love...a slave chase a master's treasure...a heart, a song take (me to the promise, take me home.

 Rafa EL G Gonzalez 

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4/12/25 10:31 PM