This is how I saw it said John.
Jesus heard from God, YHWH, biggest imaginable mind,
mind to mind,
I and my father are one
the scripture can't be broken
if I do not the works of my father which I have been sent to finish
believe me not, I wrote. I write. There is a bubble
where if one were to say I write
and by writing, I ask,
what are you
debating?
Who is this old man?
standing afar from the scorners
I was asked. Was it challenge, scorn or
curiosity tickling the child in the blindman who
said he could not see me writing,
therefore
I am not a writer,
in the bubble that man lives in.
He now lives in my reality.
In my world I am the light.
I banish darkness with light from my phone
Fantasize, know ye not what I have done unto you?
Granted. Ignoring is easier. Truth makes you free.
After a while, you know when you are lying.
If ye know these things happy are ye if ye do them
Some one among you
has lifted up his heel against me
has lifted up his heel against me
has lifted up his heel against me to crush my head
who is it?
Judas,
Oh, thank God, I thought it was me who received the sop.
What kind of Christian am I?
One like the writer of the manuscript taken as good news
do your works, whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it
the spirit of truth
I will not leave you comfortless,
the word which ye hear is not mine, but the fathers
My Peace Give I unto you
Did that burning monk in Saigon do that for me?
My Peace Give I unto you
he said that, I bet.
Not as the world gives? Am I alone in hope?
I do
write, hoping...
chosen out of the world, oh my am I
to
follow through
good news from a far country
now have they both seen and hated
the spirit of truth
you should not be offended.
If you are, get over it.
The sending required the going
the spirit of truth
What kind of Christian am I?
This is an old man, retelling
he chuckles when he recalls, do ye now believe?
was followed by a wink,
I have overcome the world
and this is finished, all beyond is unbelievable.
Timeless stateless state
Thy Word,
John said, as it flows from me in my comfortzone.
Be with me where I am, these have known…
Am i? Are those old words words for now, 2019?
Whom seek ye?
As soon as he said I am he
It's the next day old man John woke up
spent some time in his carnal mind sorting
things out.
If I have spoken evil,
bear witness of the evil, then the story
of Peter's tri-denial,
the poet, John, tells the tale
the legendary good news
What is Truth? I find in him no fault at all.
Barabbas was a robber. Ecce ****.
Whence art thou?
How did John know? The comforter? What kind of Christian am I?
The spirit of truth
Joy to the world, that was the message.
conciliation where ciliation itself was never known
ere now.
It is finished, he bowed his head and gave up
the ghost.
My witness is truth.
Confident, competent
compete to win
winning is not sinning
kachunkonnect
we're in.
Comfortzone verified. My peace is my witness.
Don't test me.
Patience, do your perfect work.
Truth, inspire expired hopes.
While listening to Alexander Scourby reading the Goodnews from John, the deepest walk down that road, for me, in quite some time.
