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Jimmy Hegan Oct 2016
"Alas , alas , the great city,
where  all who had ships at sea.
grew rich by her wealth !
For in one hour she has been laid waste.
Rejoice over her, O heaven,
you saints and apostles and prophets !
For God has given judgment for you against her ."

"With such violence Babylon the great city
will be thrown down ,
and will be found no more;
and the sound of harpists
and minstrels and of flutists and trumpeters
will be heard in you no more ;
and the sound of the millstone
will be heard in you no more;
and the light of a lamp
will shine in you no more;
and the voice of bridegroom and bride
will be heard in you no more ;
for your merchants were the magnates of the earth,
and all nations were deceived by your sorcery.
And in you was found the blood of prophets and of saints.
and of all who have been slaughtered on earth"
the sea of emotion
Is far more treacherous
than any ocean

Waves of sorrow
torrents of pain
It's enough
to drive you insane

Squalls of sadness
and of fear
If your not careful
you'll disappear

Storms of guilt
and of greed
A strong heart
you'll surely need

As your about
to meet your demise
On the horizon
the sun will rise

The clouds have broke
no more precipitation
Shining threw
are rays of jubilation

Thank the lord
these emotions did cease
For I have found
my inner peace

So now my friend
let me leave you this tip
When things look bleak
don't abandon the ship
Jimmy Hegan May 2016
  When we shall see the ransomed host ,
Oh ! what a joy unspeakable,
All nations gathered,  kindreds , tongues
With God to dwell.

In a twinkling , in a twinkling,
Glory ! Hallelujah !
We'll be raptured  , to His *****,
Shouting  'Maranatha' !
Sweet voices blend with one accord,
To worship God.

The days are fleeting , end is nigh,
A precious thought to every saint,
We've waited long for that bright morn,
And ne'er did faint.

The kingdom cometh , reign of peace,
When God is King , then blissful mirth,
The  saints with him as Kings and priests
Return to earth.

In days of yore the saints foretold,
That God would dwell with mortal men,
The earth restored , as Eden  was,
For  sons of men.

Then as the rose the deserts bloom ,
No maimed are there , no blind, no dumb,
When lamb and wolf with leopard lie,
Thy Kingdom come.  
Jimmy Hegan May 2016
"Blessed be the  Lord God of Israel,
for he has looked favorably
on his people and redeemed  them,
He has raised up a mighty savior for us
in the house of his servant David,
as he spoke through the
mouth of his holy
prophets from of old,
that we would be saved
from our enemies and
from the hand of all who hate us.
Thus he has shown the
mercy promised to our ancestors,
and has remembered his holy covenant,
the oath that he swore to our ancestor Abraham,
to grant us that we ,being rescued from the hands of our enemies,
might serve him without
fear, in holiness  and righteousness
before him all our days.
And you,child, will be called
the prophet of the Most High;
for you will go before the
Lord to prepare his ways,
to give knowledge of
salvation  to his people
by the forgiveness of their sins.
By the tender mercy of our God,
the dawn from on high will
break upon us.
to give light to those who sit
in darkness and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the way of peace."
LUKE (1:67-79)
Jimmy Hegan May 2016
And  Mary' said,

My soul magnifies the Lord ,
and my spirit rejoices in  
God  my Savior,
for he has looked with favor
on the lowliness of his servant.
Surely, from now on all  
generation will call me blessed;
for the Mighty One has done
great things for me,
and holy is his name .
His mercy is for those who fear him
from generation to generation.
He has shown strength with his arm;
he has scattered the proud
in the thoughts of their hearts.
He has brought down the powerful from their thrones,
and lifted up the lowly,
he has filled the hungry with good things,
and sent the rich away empty,
He has helped his servant Israel,
in remembrance of his mercy,
according to the promise he
made to our ancestors,
to Abraham and to his
descendants forever."
LUKE (1:46-55)
  May 2016 Jimmy Hegan
Natasha Ivory
"You were born to do this."
I reminded myself as I sat there feeling encaged in a flurry of endless thought and emotion.
"Why do I have to feel every aspect of every event of life, so deep?"
I thought as I fought myself once again to simply pick up the pen and drain the overflow of despondency onto paper.
The words, letters, verbs and thoughts continued to swirl in my ever rampantly unsettled abyss of ideation.
Once I surrendered to the raging of the erupting of the soul..there was calm.
It's likened to the deaf..taken away their ability to sign..The dancer with both feet removed.
Had I no other pleasure but to expel grief, fervor and elation and form them into words to heal the shattering so entrenched..they appear unreachable..I'd beg to be buried with just a writing utensil and endless reams of freshly pressed paper.
"Theres Light."*
I mouth I continue to jot as if I were stitching my heart back together with this pen.
Even though I'm within this seemingly grave like cave of aching..I can write.
The beauty is in the creation..The ability to construct, like a carpenter..all that your heart desires with your own two simply Heal the paragraphs of life that were written badly, write over them or erase and rewrite..if only it were that easy.
I don't aim to undo..I cannot.
Just to poetically fabricate from this point on..allow the stumbles to happen and Love greater than thought fathomable.
Surrender. To the page.
Scribble it out, empty it onto line after line..and crawl atop..until the words fill the fragments and the ink stains your fingertips..Keep climbing upon the proverbial stacks of paper until the towers reach the aperture of the pit.
Creating the mending of affliction, soothing the misery of the choking of words you cannot utter, but you can scratch them onto tablets to deplete the churning of the mind.
Write. Write badly.
Write as if in a mad race to the finish line, then start over again..Until the trails of Letters stretch so could dance upon them for days.
Then Breathe.
Soak every word into your skin as if attempting to heal the afflictions..
then Become it.
Copyright © Natasha Ivory Evans 2016
Writing the Unspeakable
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