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Mar 2016
Wintertime
Summertime
Spring and fall;

O' do I loveth
Her; always
Dear God.

Rain, light
Dark, night;
O' the way's
Of her plite.

Sun, star's
Moon, sun;
Verily she's
Mine chosen
One.

Destined to
Be, O'er we see;
Cherub's on harp's,
Playing fourty
String's.

Flutes, horn's,
Trumpets,
shofar blowing;
Empyrean opening,
Past sin's atoning.

Peace, comfort
Joy and hope;
Inside her arm's
Mine head's
Enveloped.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( anasa mou) dedication
Plite is a word I made up- meaning ( unearthly atmosphere, heavenly atmosphere. Heavenly aura. Either one)
There is a real word on internet called plight. But this is my own word . plite... (:::
O'er- archaic for the word over....
Harps have ones with different strings. Their usually fourty to 47 strings... Chose 40 because very significant number in the Bible and to God... As he has his way's with numbers . as the universe is based on numbers... How God set them to be..everything is perfect...
Verily meaning truly.
Shofar- a ram's-horn trumpet used by ancient Jews in religious ceremonies and as a battle signal, now sounded at Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur... What many Christians think to could be blown when Christ calls his followers up( come up hither) the rapture or catching away. Or harpazzo... Would make sense to use shofars though scripture does say trumpets... Well shofars sound like trumpets especially if being blown by angels in heaven...
brandon nagley
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brandon nagley  Ohio,USA..
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