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An idiot scribe not known to the world or anyone or anything of any consequence detects the changes in the wind the direction, the pressure the strength, the purpose. God is calling nature is dying man somewhere in between is bleeding or devising a new way to talk to God. (It is called the Middle East for a reason a victim of the obvious a playground of prophets an earthly home for God where too many died and will die for religions and beliefs God would never condone ignorance is not a justifiable cause for martyrdom. From here all meaningful winds blow from the west bringing along both the good and the wicked. it are the wicked that are to be watched monitored labeled branded demonized the good, of course are expected by words spoken millenniums ago. A west wind blows across lands and seas it is us who help blow the wayward sails of the plague ridden ships by accepting the words of the castaway by living on a deserted island by snuffing the lives of the unborn by raping our mother earth by dismissing Holy Grace by denying our faith by blasphemously refuting the only explainable reason the only plausible Truth why we are existing and should be allowed to. A west wind blows dissecting a message perhaps from God perhaps from the misfit. where do we stand in open field or in shelter it doesn't really matter the course is true and safety and destruction doesn't decide where you are only the Truth permits the reason. Inside myself of no consequence I think about spatial planes and time the god particle is really quite interesting but though the "what" is answered we can never explain why that is God's secret the one we know but are afraid to recognize or acknowledge and would never admit the Truth even to ourselves and certainly not to God. A west wind blows I don't know what to do I have lived too long and not long enough to decide where I should stand. faith should provide the answer Grace should direct me but I am too dumb, too blind, too deaf to ask, to see, or to hear an answer. Should I expect more from God or from myself I really don't know by now I thought I would. All I know is that a west wind blows against the Middle East for a reason. I live and I will die with query to the wind with caution and with hope with prayer and with faith. The wind will blow against me and mostly around me because I am because I am not.
I respectively know this is not for everybody.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2012-04-16 14:58:21
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Awe, wow. I am in that west wind my friend, and I greatly appreciate what you are saying here! An idiot scribe.....detects changes in the wind...>> I love the fact that the unlearned are the teachers! That it is the 'simpleton' who understands the message. God is calling...oo that hits home! I can not believe that nature is 'dying'! oh no, that line stabs at me...perhaps it is true and calls for much contemplation for me! Man is devising a new way to talk to God....isnt it about time? I agree. an earthly home for God...isnt that ironic? this makes me wonder for all that I have learned over the years. I believe you are right on! Perhaps that was the beginning of the end. all meaningful winds blow from the west >>>what a surprise for me to see! I guess that is a matter of perspective. I am in that west wind, and from here, I wonder what I will be confronted with when I arrive. I wonder if the God of War will fight against the God of Love, and who will be the victor? Verse #3 is blasting my brain. >>it is us who help blow<< US? is this to say that the people in the east are bringing in their own destruction? All of the blasphemous behaviors are straight forward and well directed! You really hit the nail on the head with the 'list' you provided us! And of course that begs the question: why we are allowed to exist at all? dissecting a message perhaps from God perhaps from the misfit.>>> you think man could know the difference! But we have been fooled for millenium. I believe it may be the misfit who has the truth. I have a blind friend who 'sees' better than I. I have a deaf friend who 'hears' with her eyes. These people have taught me that I need to 'look deeper, and listen harder'.... I have lived too long and not long enough to decide where I should stand. >>theres an old expression, 'only the good die young'.....it seems the older (wiser!) we get, the less we know. Should I expect more from God or from myself....the question that haunts us endlessly I hope that you are able to keep your query to the wind. I guess there are several ways to look at that. In one respect, it is hope to keep 'listening', but in the other it speaks of coming destruction. The wind will blow against me and mostly around me because I am because I am not. >>>the great humility of us all. I like the way you have described the way the wind surrounds you. I live in an area where straight winds of 20 mph are the fare of the day. I have many times faced that wind and considered its power. You have given me a new perspective. In fact, this entire writ has given me something new! I need this viewpoint to understand my own. Thank you!! ~smiles~ Ellen
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