"meshiach" poems
Joseph's sons are still in Egypt
All is not fulfilled as yet
The elder child, Manasseh
calls himself a Christian these days
and still seems mightier than Ephraim
as foreseen by Israel
but has this small problem
keeping Father's commandments
having been suckled on
papal leaven
with that false gospel
girlfriend he likes to call
prosperity ...
I'd rather remain a gentile, thanks
Invite me to the wedding
I'll come visit every Sukkot
He really needs his younger brother
to come of age and stop fussing ...
to stop copy-catting Judah
and feed Yeshua's lost sheep
from that double redeemer's portion
Jacob blessed him with ...
that which speaks of BenDavid
and the keeping of true Torah
which is the tittles and jots
'Jesus' said would remain
a blessing till all is fulfilled
till His Torah shines forth from Zion
once again
Jealous Judah awaits him too
Prays each day the prodigal will come home
and tell him who Meshiach is
There really are no Gentiles or Greeks
except in diaspora
No, not even Jesus freaks
Just a faithful, obedient remnant
in Jacob's trouble
going to the promised land
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 8:38 PM UTC
Modern man unpacks his woes
He'd have us call it progress
The way back to our cave is paved
Several million ante-deluvians
drowned under the same delusion
How high do you need the ziggurat?
Asks ****** at Babel
Time wasn't ripe back then for God
He disabled their default accord;
their demon intent to destroy His plan
Three thousand years it's taken to regroup
Time enough for His time to be right
For the time of the end of the curse
So please, can the clever caveman thoughts
next time you imagine shuttles in space
a reflection of how superior we are
He'd downgrade us again in a flash
if it wasn't just about the time
we get to blow ourselves up anyway
Wiseup weasels, remember the reason
our playpen was restored in seven days
from Lucifer's null and void revenge
We have seven milenniums to learn to love
To take up our parts in Father's plan
or blow away like the wind
Six of them are practically over
Six billion souls in six thousand years
Created on day six, the number of man
We're at point six point six point break
Day seven's about to dawn.
The number of perfection and rest
Tormented earth groans anticipation
Mushroom clouds and lawlessness
pose no threat to YaHWeH's timeline
Null and void is on His Just In Time list
Every eye will see Meshiach come
Every knee will bow for
The Ancient of Days
Sep 28, 2009
Sep 28, 2009 at 12:01 PM UTC
Meshiach
When Meshiach comes, what will she see?
When Meshiach comes, who will he be?
Will she see us waiting, wanting, writhing?
Aching, forsaking, wanton dying?
Will he be judging, nudging, vengeful, mad?
Hateful, cold, disappointed, sad?
Will she see us forgetful and himself forgiveful?
Will we recognize her face, and him our grace?
Will she see children trying their hardest?
Will we see a father home late from his job?
He she see hands reinforcing shoulders,
quivering with each woeful sob
siblings caring for each other
Latchkey kids with snacks did steal
To stave off hunger as they await
Parent’s arrival and evening meal
The ancient books tell us, for peace and holiness to strive
For it is only then that Meshiach will arrive.
We are left to ask, “if we can soothe our sore,
Then please tell us what, we need Meshiach for?”
Perhaps it is when we cease to fight
And all the conditions are perfect and rite
And the need for Meshiach has ceased to be
That it shall be discovered that Meshiach is WE.
5.17.16
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC