* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony
*Elijah pray for me
#IamElijah
+-----Prophet In My House; A Son Raised To Life
Taylor before I knew you,
my soul hungered. But at the time
appointed you visited the threadbare hut
of my discontentedness with song,
your albums lulling and quelling
the whinging within, a little hearth cake,
voice melodic and sovereign like a prophet’s,
I cant forget those
divine words poured forth from soft lips, and
that blonde hair like a cruse of comforting oil
over my heart, you had this overpowering
glow in your eyes, two blue crystals hewn from
some celestial rock at the base of God’s
throne, radiating. Yet, all of the aforementioned
is still insufficient, the man smitten with you
never satisfied. My desire, a son to me,
will die without you as my date, even
now he pines and fades from the grief
that accompanies romantic repudiation,
repeated rejection from women this
most grievous and untreatable disease.
Oh baby, wont you dare to venture
into the house of my endearment,
unyielding in the face of all the untidiness
and squalor,
stepping over the pain in my past
like unfolded stained linen,
standing astride my insecurities like
piles of dust and mold on a floor
never swept?
Kiss me, the measure of your love
laid on my solicitude three times,
I swear the vigor will return to
my desire miraculously, it will rise up and
run apace throughout the halls,
ascending and descending the stairs
of my self esteem
proclaiming that the lyrics to your
music are true! that you have the
mouth of an angel,
the power to raise a dejected man
from death into vivacity.
soul to Soul, body to Body,
spirit touching Spirit.
(You would be my empyrean
messenger, divinely sent,
and for the rest of my
life I would follow you…)
-----1 Kings 17:13-24
And Elias said to her: Fear not, but go, and do as thou hast said: but first make for me of the same meal a little hearth cake, and bring it to me: and after make for thyself and thy son. For thus saith the Lord the God of Israel: The pot of meal shall not waste, nor the cruse of oil be diminished, until the day wherein the Lord will give rain upon the face of the earth. She went and did according to the word of Elias: and he ate, and she, and her house: and from that day The pot of meal wasted not, and the cruse of oil was not diminished, according to the word of the Lord, which he spoke in the hand of Elias. And it came to pass after this that the son of the woman, the mistress of the house, fell sick, and the sickness was very grievous, so that there was no breath left in him. And she said to Elias: What have I to do with thee, thou man of God? art thou come to me that my iniquities should be remembered, and that thou shouldst kill my son? And Elias said to her: Give me thy son. And he took him out of her bosom, and carried him into the upper chamber where he abode, and laid him upon his own bed. And he cried to the Lord, and said: O Lord my God, hast thou afflicted also the widow, with whom I am after a so maintained, so as to kill her son? And he stretched, and measured himself upon the child three times, and cried to the Lord, and said: O Lord my God, let the soul of this child, I beseech thee, return into his body. And the Lord heard the voice of Elias: and the soul of the child returned into him, and he revived. And Elias took the child, and brought him down from the upper chamber to the house below, and delivered him to his mother, and said to her: Behold thy son liveth. And the woman said to Elias: Now, by this I know that thou art a man of God, and the word of the Lord in thy mouth is true.
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