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Michael's Manifestation at the Burning Bush “ I ” am a flame, a pi not circle * based but soul defined within mote molded, laced before time’s tincture in creation’s craw. I’m Michael, arched archangel, armed to claw! My one star centered orb illuminates below the Great “I AM” as He berates the dearest of the dear concerning Law…THE Law…THE LAW! How much more He need draw? You yearn His thunder’s voice from High above? Prepare, then, deafness the price for His love. You pine His visage? Sun, no more. to see? You wish to touch to no more touch the we? I come to warn of vision’s visit NOW! No time remaining, seen by flaming brow. In love, He rages, trembling through His thought that Man will not absorb lesson’s taught. Hell’s Bells? Not Satan’s, but Heaven’s Bells rung, announcing His intention’s Plan, choir sung; beyond a million billion souls to ban, He weeps, in constant, for one noble man. John’s Last Reveal too distant for your lines? Then open eyes, behold the timely signs that lie before your daily, dated bread and bless all loving kindness true, instead. Despite these flames emitted warmly pained, I, too, regale these acts; agape gained through sorrow while recast souls ascend beneath God’s feet from now until the END. Now, Michael’s task is through, his duty done. I AM the Burning Bush of Moses, one; half seen, half not, as needed and as not, you have remained to find that which you’ve sought. Ablaze, I AM, with burning mission’s goal, to plead, not scold, within earth’s mountains’ mole, because mankind so teeters tightrope’s tweak, due tightness tense, that even I am meek. Your power’s poignant, finite be it be; impressive, though, for such a being free, but what price to pay for knowledge known? Apocalyptic nightmare slowly shown? This joy? Unlikely, but, perhaps a dream of Mine with ending certain by a stream where Adam/Eve establish Heaven’s place beneath the solar system’s blazing face. Mohammed, Jesus, Moses, Buddha, all; yes, even Vishnu answers to My call but violent hatred never answers true because of lies, below the sun, anew. My time is over, ending at the start, Where Alpha and Omega merge apart throughout existence; billions came and went but, through it all, I’ve watched and, needed, sent. |
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Michael's Manifestation at the Burning Bush
I am a flame, a pi not circle based
But soul defined within mote molded, laced
Before time’s tincture in creation’s craw.
I’m Michael, arched archangel, armed to claw!
My one star centered orb illuminates
Below the Great “I AM” as He berates
The dearest of the dear concerning Law…
THE Law…THE LAW! How much more He need draw?
You yearn His thunder’s voice from High above?
Prepare, then, deafness the price for His love.
You pine His visage? Sun, no more. to see?
You wish to touch to no more touch the “we’?
I come to warn of vision’s visit NOW!
No time remaining, seen by flaming brow.
In love, He rages, trembling through His thought
That Man will not absorb lesson’s taught.
Hell’s Bells? Not Satan’s, but Heaven’s Bells rung,
Announcing His intention’s Plan, choir sung;
Beyond a million billion souls to ban,
He weeps, in constant, for one noble man.
John’s Last Reveal too distant for your lines?
Then open eyes, behold the timely signs
That lie before your daily, dated bread
And bless all loving kindness true, instead.
Despite these flames emitted warmly pained,
I, too, regale these acts; agape gained
Through sorrow while recast souls ascend
Beneath God’s feet from now until the END.
Now, Michael’s task is through, his duty done.
I AM the Burning Bush of Moses, one;
Half seen, half not, as needed and as not,
You have remained to find that which you’ve sought.
Ablaze, I AM, with burning mission’s goal,
To plead, not scold, within earth’s mountains’ mole,
Because mankind so teeters tightrope’s tweak,
Due tightness tense, that even I am meek.
Your power’s poignant, finite be it be;
Impressive, though, for such a being free,
But what price to pay for knowledge known?
Apocalyptic nightmare slowly shown?
This joy? Unlikely, but, perhaps a dream
Of Mine with ending certain by a stream
Where Adam/Eve establish Heaven’s place
Beneath the solar system’s blazing face.
Mohammed, Jesus, Moses, Buddha, all;
Yes, even Vishnu answers to My call
But violent hatred never answers true
Because of lies, below the sun, anew.
My time is over, ending at the start,
Where Alpha and Omega merge apart
Throughout existence; billions came and went
But, through it all, I’ve watched and, needed, sent.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2004-01-28 14:20:46
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.57377
I have no clue as to how you take the time, patience, understanding and love to create such a majestic work of art....one need not look too deep to find the burning bush for it stands out and becons to the reader.....nice poet, very nice indeed...for some the structure is most difficult to read and your adding the poem in light form is a 'thank you' to the reader for taking the time to stop by and digest your work of art.....your words bring forth images along with the burning bush. Thank you for taking the time to bring this poem to our attention, for sharing your art, and for being you. Be safe, God Bless, Claire