"levite" poems
Defiled, I
Lay my battered bloodied body at your doorstep.
You cut my heart into 12 pieces,
Perfectly precise.
Am I to be happy that you went to war over me?
Plodding me deeper into the ground with your step.
A cold body isn’t warmed by happiness.
Or by the flickering flames of Gibeah.
No, I remember it was you who threw me out.
I remember. It was you.
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 9:07 AM UTC
A melancolia do ser adormece a intenção de ressuscitar o movimento que nos mantém acordados.
Pertenço à lua com a mente e alma e com os pés à terra.
Não deixo que esta sensação de dormência me levite para outra dimensão, já que para lá vou a toda a hora.
Sinto-me presa a outro universo, sinto-me longe de onde estou.
Estou onde não devia de estar, distância permanente dirigida como um obstáculo intermitente.
Lanço à água a mágoa que aprisiona o coração. A alma quer ir atrás. Relembro-lhe que é a alma, juntamente com a mente, que me faz pertencer à lua. Sem ela não sou nada. Mesmo que escura ou a brilhar, eu não sou nada. A alma faz de mim um todo e com ela sinto-me viva.
O que somos nós sem a nossa essência?
Um vazio gigantesco. Somos um nada desprovido do todo.
Sempre que perder os pedaços do meu espírito em alma, perco pedaços de mim. Mesmo que esta já não seja pura, clara, límpida. Mesmo que já tenha habitado nela a escuridão, a obscuridade, a negridão, o abismo dos meus medos e receios. Sem ela sou um nada.
Purifico a alma. Com o que? Com amor. Amor por tudo o que amo e por todos os que me amam. Sentir-me de coração cheio limpa o ***** Ou pelo menos, ajuda.
De energia clarificada, deixo de novo a mente e a alma na lua e assento os pés na terra.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Exiled, a stranger in a strange land with hope for life
But we have locked our doors to keep him out
For the life of the World unless an inconvenience
One in the image of God disallowed human decency at our action
Hands and feet of the Lord Jesus, lest it be easier to pretend the problem away
Now has come the time for our repentance;
Forgive us Father, for we have sinned
We have not loved our neighbor as ourself
Rather, we have loved ourselves and only ourselves
We are the sinners we pretend not to be
They come seeking refuge from terror and evil
We slam doors in their faces
They come hungry for food to eat
And we stuff our mouths full, claiming to have none
Can we really call ourselves People of the Lord?
They sit on the side of the road begging for our spare change
And we pretend as if we are poorer than they
They freeze to death on the sidewalk
And we cross to the other side like the priest and Levite of old
Have we reason to call ourselves the hands and feet of Christ?
Mightn’t there come a day when we are hungry with no food to eat
Did the Lord not command us to feed the hungry, and give to the poor?
Have we shown the love of the Lord to even our closest neighbors?
Mightn’t we show love rather than fear, generosity rather than persecution
Else we might no longer rightfully call ourselves the People of the Lord
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 2:43 AM UTC
The red folk and the purple people were distinctive in their hue. In contrast, the Set Up bunch were chameleon, and to the casual observer they could pass for members of the congregation. That was by design, to be known only by their levite nature, their early arrival and late departure and (if you looked closely) by their hands.
The early bunch had remarkable hands. They were strikingly ready and willing, and could be turned to a wide variety of tasks.
They could never be described as specialist, and would never wish to be. Their true specialty, if they have one, is only to be quick to serve and slow to draw attention to themselves.
If they were ever persuaded to wear team tee shirts, they would have 'Ninja' brazoned across the back. And that would be kinda cool.
Jul 22, 2024
Jul 22, 2024 at 8:49 AM UTC
Lately
I have read a lot of poems
from young people
That alarm me
The talk of ;
suicide, self mutilation ,Bullying
The list is long
I know this is no comparison
but it reminds me of
the many homeless
people
do not even
acknowledge them
when they walk bye
We are living in
***** and Gomorrah
Many are reaching out for help
While people hurry on bye
The parable of the
Good Samaritan told by Jesus in Luke
10:25-37
This story was told by Jesus in response to question
asked by a lawyer who is my neighbor ?
As we are told to Love our neighbor as our self
The parable is about a traveler
who is stripped of clothing
beaten and left For dead
alongside the road
First a priest and then a Levite come by
but both avoid the man
finally a Sameritain happens upon the traveler
Sameritans and Jews generally despise each other
but the Samaritan helps the injured man
In conclusion
the neighbor figure in the parable
is the man who shows mercy for the injured man
that is the Good Samaritan
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
Let me carry Your ark
Let it be on my shoulder
As how You carried the cross
It is mine, but You owned it.
I disowned life,
But You’ve redeemed mine.
I am a Modern Levite
Let me call others
That they’ll know Your vision
Let their ears be open
And hearts be willing.
Oh, hear me, my Lord
In consecration, I allow myself
To submerge in Your eternal grace
In Your presence, make me whole
Shower me with Your anointing.
Oh Lord, pour not the spirit of flesh
But Yours be found in me
Capture me with Your words
My eyes be blind
That I may learn to trust You
And let go completely those trash of the world.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC