Taylor Swift is A--MAZING! CHA-CHING!

Now Taylor, baby.

I know you be writing songs about all dem other cats (John Mayer, Taylor Lautner, etc)...but for real for real...you need to write a song about me, baby!

No one will ever love you like thejesusmetaphor!

Feel me? Like girl, for real girl....you is SO FINE....I want to MAKE YOU MINE!

ya ya ya diiiiig?

Listen guuurl, Im totally digging your style (like Usher says). Im just trying to hold your hands and love you properly for the rest of your life!

Is that cool?

Jereboam: (Holding Taylor Swift's Hands)

-------------/Jereboam: (Holding Taylor Swift's Hands)


Taylor,
I am pure evil (without you)
sanctimoniously burning incense of indiscriminate affections
given
to other women who do not want me
on the hallowed, magnificent and acclaimed grand altar
of holy matrimony and earnest desires for requited romance
in the temple of couples’ destiny
sanctioning unconsecrated priests of selfishness
lust, chauvinism and inconsideration to join me in my barbarous
pedagogy deceiving them
into believing that there is truth and there is goodness and
satisfaction, and sweetness outside the domain of your arms
....outside the gates of Judah
that there is euphoria without the kiss of your lips
that there is bliss absent from your touch
(the blasphemy that another woman could even come close
to matching your splendor)
and we both know for this
I am empty inside that my heart is a disconsolate and
desolate mess. Taylor, baby, for these atrocities I have committed
the bones of those priests should be torched with raging flames
of remorse and vindication
a horrifying reminder of a world bereft of you
while the ashes of my asinine aspirations are poured out
hours upon hours of devotion spilled on the floor
the now desecrated altar I cherished rent in two
and the realization of my worst fear come to pass:
that when I reach out to hold you and ask for forgiveness
that my hand dries up, so that I can not pull it in again

I am so sorry, Taylor...please I intreat you
grant me your soft, gentle doting clemency
and let me be dazzled once again
by your hair, your amazing eyes and soothing
lilting voice
I promise never again to look for a soulmate
bypassing you and devoting time to other women
if you restore my ability to caress you again


(forever your husband)



----------1 Kings 13:1-6
And, behold, there came a man of God out of Judah by the word of the LORD unto Bethel: and Jeroboam stood by the altar to burn incense. And he cried against the altar in the word of the LORD, and said, O altar, altar, thus saith the LORD; Behold, a child shall be born unto the house of David, Josiah by name; and upon thee shall he offer the priests of the high places that burn incense upon thee, and men's bones shall be burnt upon thee. And he gave a sign the same day, saying, This is the sign which the LORD hath spoken; Behold, the altar shall be rent, and the ashes that are upon it shall be poured out. And it came to pass, when king Jeroboam heard the saying of the man of God, which had cried against the altar in Bethel, that he put forth his hand from the altar, saying, Lay hold on him. And his hand, which he put forth against him, dried up, so that he could not pull it in again to him. The altar also was rent, and the ashes poured out from the altar, according to the sign which the man of God had given by the word of the LORD. And the king answered and said unto the man of God, Intreat now the face of the LORD thy God, and pray for me, that my hand may be restored me again. And the man of God besought the LORD, and the king's hand was restored him again, and became as it was before.

My favorite quote, son son!

This seems a cheerful world, Donatus, when I view it from this fair garden, under the shadow of these vines. But if I climbed some great mountain and looked out over the wide lands, you know very well what I would see—brigands on the high roads, pirates on the seas; in the amphitheaters men murdered to please applauding crowds; under all roofs misery and selfishness. It is really a bad world, Donatus, an incredibly bad world. Yet in the midst of it I have found a quiet and holy people. They have discovered a joy which is a thousand times better than any pleasures of this sinful life. They are despised and persecuted, but they care not. They have overcome the world. These people, Donatus, are the Christians—and I am one of them.
... St. Cyprian (?-258), a letter

Summer is Dead Part 5: Red October

For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Selah (Psalm 32:4)


-------------------/Summer is Dead Part 5: Red October


J*ne , I keep praying for the cold air
that chilled winds would whisk your fair face from my dreams
whether in distracted thought
or at night when the shadows fall upon us
and I crave the numbing frost, covers over my head
replete with icicles outside my bedroom window
laying all alone
wanting repose for my soul – and severe bouts of shivering
but the sun wont stop and
the balmy weather just wont relent (will it?)
and your charm, your white teeth, your golden brown hair
your beauty with it
the unseasonable warmth this autumn reminds me of you
(it reminds me of so much)
and my disposition
when I fell for you so precipitously. It was about June or May
the thick of the scorching epoch of love
tank tops and plaid shorts and skirts
when I was gasping and sweating, straining to breathe
…because you were so hot to me (still are)
I want snow
and I want frozen ponds to skate on (the fish beneath mocking us)
and daggon it J*ne, I want you
to wear mittens and a knit hat, as I tie your scarf around your neck
maybe we could go skiing together, or just walking as gusts blow
flakes in our eyes playfully
(Jack Frost's nod to two yuletide darlings)
BUT THE SEARING HEAT WILL NOT FORSWEAR ITS ABUSE
and the parched land remains unquenched
and my throat is still parched too
Im tired of all this hot weather in October in DC dagnabit!
J*ne to be deprived of your affections is like dying by scalding breeze
emanating from of an angry and irascible sun
determined to keep me full of misery
with heavy hands of rejection day after day
you told me you didn't want me, and I can only respect that
but please number these sizzling days....dismiss summer
beckon the time for thick coats and chapped lips
the sooner it gets cold
the sooner I can try to forget I ever knew you
and let my heart die
stiff, petrified, jilted and chattering

(buried in white)

A Sorcerer's Remorse

-------------/Acts Chronicles Chapter 8: A Sorcerer's Remorse - The Thoughts of Simon Upon Seeing Philip

What do you do when you've run out of magic?
when life ceases to amaze you
or bedazzle
and all the things that used to inspire you
become tepid
are no longer enchanting....
or when you find yourself pitiable
feeling sorry for people who believe the lies you've constructed
so gullibly
or at least half truths
when you know the power they've attributed to you
is overblown, that it has no power to compel anyone to
true greatness or inner resolve
or lasting virtue
when the people you’ve served walk past you in the streets
and their faces are still as expressionless as before
like the walking dead
and their children still lame
backs still hunched, eyes still unopened
unable to see. though the few seconds of vision
through the anemic spell you granted them
gives them a temporary false positive, renewed only upon
the condition of more money pilfered from the allowance due their landlords
ear still unable to hear
yet you have a sizeable allocation of wealth
that feeds your lust and greed preying on the weak and feeble
with absolutely no stain of remorse
....which prompts all of this soul searching
there must be a better way
some worldview, divers philosophies
that provide some solace in this world of grief and deception
because you just don't have access to the materials
no ingredients for hope
no additives for comfort
that could enable you to cast that type of spell....




-----------Acts 8:9-13
But there was a certain man called Simon, who previously practiced sorcery in the city and astonished the people of Samaria, claiming that he was someone great, to whom they all gave heed, from the least to the greatest, saying, "This man is the great power of God." And they heeded him because he had astonished them with his sorceries for a long time. But when they believed Philip as he preached the things concerning the kingdom of God and the name of Jesus Christ, both men and women were baptized. Then Simon himself also believed; and when he was baptized he continued with Philip, and was amazed, seeing the miracles and signs which were done.

To The Girl at The Starbucks in Barnes In Noble (in Maryland)

-------/My Mystery Revealed To The Girl at The Starbucks in Barnes In Noble

Last night you served me a tall hot chocolate
prepared with care, set on the counter with a slight smile
direct eye contact
and a welcoming disposition
not at all cognizant of the shroud between us
the guise of the customer to Starbucks transactional
business relationship
masking truth inside me
which in other visits to Barnes and Nobles was not made known
to you or anyone else
because I deliberately erected a wall
of secrecy
but you are so overwhelmingly hot
so inspiringly breathtaking that I cant contain my emotions
any longer
and as the memory of the hot chocolate's (already rapaciously consumed) aroma
animates my romantic fervor
I must confess to you
an unworthy minister though I am, least of all men
revealing by the spirit of palpable attraction - that I want you
(this is a Savior; solace to my forsaken world without you)
that I want you to be a fellow heir of the same body of excitement
that I have (for us)
a partaker of the same promise of hope through the gospel
of actualized potential and dreams realized
and kisses bestowed on you while I run my fingers
through the red highlights in your pony tail extending behind
your black company issued hat
…the fellowship of inscrutability (I want us to share)
which has been hidden from you since the day I saw you
but my intent now is that the manifold wisdom of love
should be made known by the church of my written affectations
to the principalities and powers in the heavenly places
of future marital bliss
that these words would translate my constant staring at you
that the unspoken nervousness and fiddling
when you come to the counter or cash register
would no longer be a mystery:
I don't want you to be a Gentile anymore



(please date me????)



-------Ephesians 3:2-12
if indeed you have heard of the dispensation of the grace of God which was given to me for you, how that by revelation He made known to me the mystery (as I have briefly written already, by which, when you read, you may understand my knowledge in the mystery of Christ), which in other ages was not made known to the sons of men, as it has now been revealed by the Spirit to His holy apostles and prophets: that the Gentiles should be fellow heirs, of the same body, and partakers of His promise in Christ through the gospel, of which I became a minister according to the gift of the grace of God given to me by the effective working of His power. To me, who am less than the least of all the saints, this grace was given, that I should preach among the Gentiles the unsearchable riches of Christ, and to make all see what is the fellowship of the mystery, which from the beginning of the ages has been hidden in God who created all things through Jesus Christ; to the intent that now the manifold wisdom of God might be made known by the church to the principalities and powers in the heavenly places, according to the eternal purpose which He accomplished in Christ Jesus our Lord, in whom we have boldness and access with confidence through faith in Him.

Tragically Conflicted (For Me)

*dedicated to Her Space Holiday, "Tech Romance"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jd4l4euwJAM

And when they had come into the house, they saw the young Child with Mary His mother, and fell down and worshiped Him. And when they had opened their treasures, they presented gifts to Him: gold, frankincense, and myrrh. – Matthew 2:11



------------------------/Frankincense, Myrrh: Tragically Conflicted

Your mother had two contrasting supple breasts
that you drank from when dislodged from the womb
one sweet
one bitter
as one buttressed the other corroded
and so you grew up filled with angst

a toddler
lying on Joseph’s stomach pensive
wide awake as he slept soundly
a teenager
debating with Pharisees and Sadducees
as your peers attempted to steal chariot races
gesticulating the outcomes of battle with mischievous grins
and in adulthood cherishing your virginity
as neighboring families burst with glee
lauding and heralding progeny and genealogy after genealogy
watching elderly couples dance under the winter moon festivals
though you enjoyed the prospect of these things
the joy somehow seemed to sour
when you closed your eyes and dreamed of your own pools of blood
flesh mutilated, torn from bone
blaring shrills as you screamed yourself wide awake
in sync with the rooster’s crowing
and this happened every morning
since your youth
(Mary silently crying to herself in the adjacent room
exasperated)

And I was your Frankincense
I was everything to you, the apple of your eye
as you sucked the left nipple
everything you foresaw – my salvation, my laughter, my wife
my friends, my family, my intrigue at reading your word
my desire to pray, my eternal life joking with you in heaven
my blog, my mannerisms, my hair, my eyes, my lips
my feet, my sense of fashion
delicious
simultaneously knowing the gall
the myrrh
of the right nipple
inexorable misery and macabre brutality
unbearable hatred, insufferable mocking by hands
you fashioned and mouths you deigned to feed
forsaken and alone
nailed to a fate alone reserved for those despicable
back filled with splinters from rotten wood
by fatuous soldiers easily defeated
though you were innocent of all charges
you drank the grotesque milk

a baby afflicted with grief so others would have joy
an adolescent mocked so mankind would be accepted
a man scorned so others could guffaw
tragically conflicted beautiful man



(thanks Dude)






------------////

-From Wikipedia: The Egyptians ground the charred resin into a powder called kohl. Kohl was used to make the distinctive black eyeliner seen on so many figures in Egyptian art. The aroma of frankincense is said to represent life and the Judaic, Christian, and Islamic faiths have often used frankincense mixed with oils to anoint newborn infants and individuals considered to be moving into a new phase in their spiritual lives.


-From Wikipedia: Since ancient times, myrrh has been valued for its fragrance, its medicinal qualities as a wound dressing and an aromatic stomatic and for the ancient Egyptians as the principal ingredient used in the embalming of mummies.


"Tech Romance" Lyrics ------>

I'm sick of seeing you cry
And wasting all your time
On someone who will never care enough
To make you feel loved
To make you feel safe
I would drop my life to take his place

To show you just how good
Being touched could be
Commit these words to memory
For when you find yourself
Pinned under his demands
I am still an option that you have

So carry me around
Like a picture in your purse
Pull me out when things are at their worst

You can show up at my house
Completely unannounced
We'll have that movie kiss we talked about

Where there are no words
Just a soft and gentle score
Our ears will ring from all the strings

We'll let the screen go black
And watch the credits run
And see the names of every one

Who we ever met
And who we ever missed
Each one had a role in this

It's just another film that won't get made
I'm sick of seeing you cry

SUMMER IS DEAD PART FOUR: Please Come Out Into The Courtyard

See, I done told yall cats….see look at the weather mane....look at it.....its getting all chilly out.....wheres the summer now yall? HUH? WHERE'S THE SUMMER NOW???!!!

John 18:18
Now the servants and officers who had made a fire of coals stood there, for it was cold, and they warmed themselves. And Peter stood with them and warmed himself


--------------------/SUMMER IS DEAD PART FOUR: Please Come Out Into The Courtyard


J*ne,
my hopes of winning your heart were like a Jewish carpenter
once vibrant, once promising with strong speech
performing miracles of wonder in my soul....(healing the lame and insufferable doubt
that I could ever fall in love)
now on trial
now startlingly silent
I try to dream of you but the only ensemble I can conjure up
is a ragtag heterogeneous group of slave girls and sycophants
of the high priests
nagging at me
and slowly but progressively and surely the discomforting
reality begins to settle in my mind
that maybe our future together isn’t fixed
maybe it will actually die
and yet in the dreams I had before
you and I (and your blonde hair and infectious smile)
were inseparable....you dared to walk on the water
of my sweetest fantasies
while I was still incredulously joyful on the boat
of cautious skepticism
and it was warm then
I could roll the sleeves of my robe up with no problem
even sweating a bit
but now as I hear my conscious interrogating
my ambitions for you
from the courtyard of my final destiny
I start to shiver at the prospect of losing you
my teeth start to chatter
There is this foreboding that envelops me
it feels like snow is coming
and I need to warm my hands at the fires of
faith in the improbable

(that my hope for us would be freed....and we could go back to June and July 2010 when I first met you)

The Prophets' Tombs

-------------------------------/The Prophets' Tombs: Jesus' Thoughts Thereon


A prophet’s cry: immortalized in stone
a memento to dying encased in marble
a glamorized relic of the past
a foregone judgment against perceived sedition sanitized
suppressing
the very real fears of accountability feeding
that rapacious nagging of conscience
inside us all
subversive deception/ cruel irony
the statue's couture, the gleeful expressions
without one hint of agony or struggle
an appalling base embroidered with delicately chiseled roses
sprouting from the memories of the "precious" blood
of Israel's decorated heroes
tormented to death while the city indulged its sin
(weeping for righteousness)
and what do you say to your fathers whose legacy
left behind you are forced to promulgate and carry on
to your sons and daughters….
only that Jeremiah espoused the belief in the dignity
of every man, and Isaiah rallied for the honor of all Jews
paragons of mosaic law
we murdered for one more bout of drinking strong wine
one more prostitute unbeknownst to our wives?
Just once more an unjust verdict rendered for the rich to spite the poor
and what kind of heritage is that?
disreputable lineage
shameful past
marred bloodlines, dark spirits ominous ghosts leeching
on afflicted souls forever....
So know that in heaven, in the company of angels
your ornamental white washed representation
of your appreciation for Zechariah
unrighteous, selfishly
stoned to death between the altar and the temple
muffling convicting impassioned pleas for obedience to God
via a smiling man genuflecting toward the
graves of your fathers, and uncles
will never be taken at face value
it will always be a lie



Luke 11:46-54
----------------------
And He said, "Woe to you also, lawyers! For you load men with burdens hard to bear, and you yourselves do not touch the burdens with one of your fingers. Woe to you! For you build the tombs of the prophets, and your fathers killed them. In fact, you bear witness that you approve the deeds of your fathers; for they indeed killed them, and you build their tombs. Therefore the wisdom of God also said, 'I will send them prophets and apostles, and some of them they will kill and persecute,' that the blood of all the prophets which was shed from the foundation of the world may be required of this generation, from the blood of Abel to the blood of Zechariah who perished between the altar and the temple. Yes, I say to you, it shall be required of this generation."Woe to you lawyers! For you have taken away the key of knowledge. You did not enter in yourselves, and those who were entering in you hindered." And as He said these things to them, the scribes and the Pharisees began to assail Him vehemently, and to cross-examine Him about many things, lying in wait for Him, and seeking to catch Him in something He might say, that they might accuse Him.

Filthy Hands; Filthy Society

--------------/Filthy Hands; Filthy Society: The Thoughts Of The Pharisee Who Dined With Jesus


The sun
heralds hope, signifies to our fallen imperiled world
in seemingly endless night
that redemption draws nigh and shames the darkness
goads the moon
gives the starry hosts apprehensions about returning
and rouses you from your dreams
(your lovely wife still sleeping soundly beside you)
(your children in the adjacent room soundly reposing
from a normal hurried kids’ day)
(likewise the surrounding metropolis is still securely tucked
in its nocturnal bed of silence)
and you sit up wistfully imagining a day that you wont
have to fasten the lock on your door
or the generation your kids will exceed you in wisdom
knowledge
and good looks
and what requisite hassles they will contend with
raising their own progeny
and their pursuit, much like yours, of the eradication of evil
from society
a day when neighbor can join hand with neighbor
under one God, one country and one united purpose
not shackled by Rome and its sundry itinerant petty thieves
making husbands and fathers restless every evening
and crooked military brass
infesting our streets imposing unreasonable temple taxes
threatening to indulge their bloodlust
which makes you wonder how this current fate befell us
how our Jewish brothers lost autonomy and the right to self-rule
extrapolating
that it was one insidious man, one night, somewhere out of place
somewhere he didn’t belong
performing a vile act violating Mosaic law
….and the sickness spread by word of mouth
that Jew upon Jew so nonchalantly can transgress all
with no fear of heavenly reprisal…..
(yet now even Caesar knows the folly of such thinking – snickering)
so all you want now is just some semblance of righteousness
someone who walks in the light of virtue
for starters just one person!
to take a stand and do the right thing
not a night dweller but a son of the sun
to cure us of this oppressive slavery so we can get
the throne of David back
and the way of life our fathers once knew
I mean, is it too much to ask for your obedience
of the prescribed washing before the meal?

(Come on, dude)



-----------------------
Luke 11:36-41
If your whole body is full of light, and no part of it is in darkness, then it will be as full of light as a lamp illuminating you with its brightness." After he had spoken, a Pharisee invited him to dine at his home. He entered and reclined at table to eat. The Pharisee was amazed to see that he did not observe the prescribed washing before the meal. The Lord said to him, "Oh you Pharisees! Although you cleanse the outside of the cup and the dish, inside you are filled with plunder and evil. You fools! Did not the maker of the outside also make the inside? But as to what is within, give alms, and behold, everything will be clean for you.

*een***: Tony Are You Just Going To Walk Away?

[The setting:] Two twenty somethings: Tony and *een*** converse outside an old stone edifice during late evening. The otherwise clear night sky is peppered with a few faint stars, and a gentle breeze enfolds them as they speak. The building sits on lush verdant land bordered by dense foliage and small streams. Steps from the building give way to a small cement parking lot that funnels into a one lane road that eventually (in about 5 miles) winds to a busy main road and back to a suburban livelihood. The setting is often regarded by others as a refuge from the wiles and cares of the work week. *een*** is standing and Tony leans against his car, an old shoddy 2005 Toyota Carolla. (no offense, Toyota! You can still sponsor my blog right?)

*een***: Tony, are you just going to walk away from this?

Tony (defiantly looking towards the trees): Walk away from what?

*een***: Tony.....

Tony: ........

*een***: Oh dont play dumb, you know the feelings you have for me...you said you were falling in love with me....how can you feign ignorance on matters that have such great importance?

Tony: I never SAID I loved you....Im still single...Im still looking for my Kim Kardashian

*een*** (visibly upset): You are such a fiend....you supplicate God all day in your blogs and in study about how you want true love and when it stares at you in the face, you dare spurn it?

Tony (*sighing loudly): Look mane, I aint never said nothing. Im still single and Im ready to mingle, alright? I mean, youre young enough you'll find the love of your life one day okay? You dont have to depend on me alright yo?

*een***: You know I love you

Tony: There will be someone else

*een***: There is no one else

[Tony opens the door to his car and gets in, the window still down]

Tony (getting nervous): Look, Im about to roll man

*een***: You think there is someone else out there because you are scared....and its okay...love is a scary thing...but if you think someone else will love you like I do...youre wrong. Love is here for you, now....you dont have to look back

Tony: Look back?

*een***: On the days when you dreamed of finding me but never knew it was me

[Tony starts the car and begins to drive off]

Tony: I gotta go

[As the Carolla speeds off, tires let off a piercing screech]

MAN THIS IS DEEP YALL, YOU GOTTA READ MY NEXT POEM YO!!!! UHNNN!!!!

Jennifer, I Just Cant Flee Sodom

--------------/I Can't Quite Flee Sodom For Some Reason

Scolding air, stinging sands assailing human hands
as you cover your eyes
cyclones of rocks and dirt
dark clouds with sapphire trim, chasing the
vanishing sun, the boorish moon rising: molten lava center
plunging birds, animals of prey scowling at the skyline
running
everybody running, the crest of human anguish
damned souls giving voice to their innermost grief, by wailing
macabre ambient noise
toppling stones falling on flesh melting
a town charred and the regret of God like thick
grey smoke ascending back to the moon
that stares back motionless and expressionless,
effulgent rays of incandescent incineration!

It all started with Jennifer D (I never really got over her)
she was my angel with green eyes
then there was Meghan, then Audrey, then Ol**,
the girl in red, then Agent SS
then you, J*ne…the girl who killed my summer 2010…
such beautiful women adored and cherished
like a father esteems his daughters
brought into the hearth of my heart, my home
I was desirous to sup with them, on bread without yeast
but out of the perverseness of my heart
I would have let disregard and spite, a very dim husband
sacrifice them
to the despicable old and young men
all because they didn't love me back
which didnt portend well, because we all knew by then
the end of our shared possibilities was near

And now its time to leave
and now its time to let them go
for I think Im in love with *****e** **
this indomitable woman Ive come to know
that wont let my mind rest, even at night
until the next appointed time we rendezvous
(though every guy I know loves her)
and Im trying to relinquish control of my former emotions
but I just cant right now
*****e** ** is like two heavenly hosts pulling me
away from my frenetic past
I wont let go of
(squirming along the way)
yes all those girls hurt me and yes Im still pained
but Jennifer D is so sexy
and J*ne has an anatomy to die for
(and great taste in rock music)
they may be Sodom and they may be Gomorrah
but please understand they are all I know
salt


(I don't know what its like for a girl to actually love me back)




-------------------------------------
Genesis 19:14-26
So Lot went out and spoke to his sons-in-law, who were pledged to marry his daughters. He said, "Hurry and get out of this place, because the LORD is about to destroy the city!" But his sons-in-law thought he was joking. With the coming of dawn, the angels urged Lot, saying, "Hurry! Take your wife and your two daughters who are here, or you will be swept away when the city is punished." When he hesitated, the men grasped his hand and the hands of his wife and of his two daughters and led them safely out of the city, for the LORD was merciful to them. As soon as they had brought them out, one of them said, "Flee for your lives! Don't look back, and don't stop anywhere in the plain! Flee to the mountains or you will be swept away!" But Lot said to them, "No, my lords, please! Your servant has found favor in your eyes, and you have shown great kindness to me in sparing my life. But I can't flee to the mountains; this disaster will overtake me, and I'll die. Look, here is a town near enough to run to, and it is small. Let me flee to it—it is very small, isn't it? Then my life will be spared." He said to him, "Very well, I will grant this request too; I will not overthrow the town you speak of. But flee there quickly, because I cannot do anything until you reach it." (That is why the town was called Zoar. By the time Lot reached Zoar, the sun had risen over the land. Then the LORD rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah—from the LORD out of the heavens. Thus he overthrew those cities and the entire plain, including all those living in the cities—and also the vegetation in the land. But Lot's wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.

The Fullness Of Your (Colossians Ch. 1) Flesh And Mine

UH-OH YALL, ITS GETTING DEEP! IM TRYING NOT TO FALL FOR THIS GIRL....DAGGIT! I ALMOST TYPED HER NAME IN THE POEM! OOPS! DONT YOU LIKE CRYPTIC BLOGGING? BOOO-YOW!

I now rejoice in my sufferings for you, and fill up in my flesh what is lacking in the afflictions of Christ, for the sake of His body, which is the church


-------------------/The Fullness Of Your Flesh And Mine

You have the fullness of everything about me
because of your wonderfulness
dwelling inside you
you have taken every fiber of my being and reconciled
me to you
my heart to your heart
the blood of who you are, pouring down the wonderful cross
of wooing a man hopelessly smitten
forgiving me for the alienation I once had for you
(I cant believe I didn’t fall for you when I first met you)
the wickedness of not appreciating your smile
your sense of humor
your ability and desire to help people
as long as I continue in my passion
steadfastly harkening to the hope of the good news
of your tender heart, embracing spirit
not moved away from that which every creature
and person that has ever known you vouches for:
that you * (oops I almost typed your name here!)
are the coolest, most down to earth girl in Maryland
news, to which I, Tony, have become an obliged minister
but what am I trying to say?
what you lack, in boldness
I have come to fill up in my flesh
to proclaim
for the sake of our future, the Church -
our inevitable, unavoidable shared lives together,
the message that was a mystery for months and months
to the Gentiles,
those peoples not born into our faith in each other,
the riches and the glory of the knowledge hidden
that you want me too:
just as much as I want you (if not more)
but that we cant say anything
until everything is presented perfectly.
to this end I also labor
striving


(my fondness and respect for you working in me mightily)


(to make myself the best man I can be
before I propose to you....)






-------------------Colossians 1:19-29
For it pleased the Father that in Him all the fullness should dwell, and by Him to reconcile all things to Himself, by Him, whether things on earth or things in heaven, having made peace through the blood of His cross. And you, who once were alienated and enemies in your mind by wicked works, yet now He has reconciled in the body of His flesh through death, to present you holy, and blameless, and above reproach in His sight— if indeed you continue in the faith, grounded and steadfast, and are not moved away from the hope of the gospel which you heard, which was preached to every creature under heaven, of which I, Paul, became a minister. I now rejoice in my sufferings for you, and fill up in my flesh what is lacking in the afflictions of Christ, for the sake of His body, which is the church, of which I became a minister according to the stewardship from God which was given to me for you, to fulfill the word of God, the mystery which has been hidden from ages and from generations, but now has been revealed to His saints. To them God willed to make known what are the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles: which is Christ in you, the hope of glory. Him we preach, warning every man and teaching every man in all wisdom, that we may present every man perfect in Christ Jesus. To this end I also labor, striving according to His working which works in me mightily.