Crazy chaos
Crazy chaos
Running here
Running there
Noisy streets
Shouting people
Bells and sirens
Ring
Crazy chaos
Crazy chaos
Dashing up
Dashing down
Everything’s a
Busy tizzy
Pigeons all take
Wing
Crazy chaos
Crazy chaos
Pushing to
Pushing fro
Smashing sounds
Flashing lights
Red and yellow
Green
Crazy chaos
Crazy chaos
Walking do
Walking don’t
Smoking trains
Blaring horns
Greatest ever
Seen
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
The Tree That Hugged the World
Glass bit into flesh but no scream tore from His cracked lips. As the beatings continued the numbing pain was all He could see, smell, taste, hear and feel. Everything else had faded into a surreal world which seemed to exist elsewhere. Finally, they mercilessly stopped there torment for just a moment and then something was shoved down hard onto His head, needles digging hungrily into his temples soaking up more blood than seemed even possible in his entire being. His mind was so clouded with the pain that he could not comprehend what was happening any longer.
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Jesus of Nazareth knelt on the soft grass near a large tree in the garden. All was still and a whisper of wind floated lazily without care. If only they could understand, His followers would not now be sleeping. Bowing His head He fervently prayed, pouring out His heart to the Father. I know what I must do but isn’t there any other way? Beads of sweat formed on his brow, followed by droplets of blood. Never had something been so difficult. No, my son I have placed this task before you. There is no other way. Even now Jesus could feel a fatigue creep into His bones that He had never felt. He was weary. Yes, Father. And that was all.
Loud shouts came from where the Son of God had left His disciples. It was time. Standing to His feet he found a determination that strengthened Him. He was ready to face them. When He came into view Judas Iscariot ran to the master and kissed Him calling Him Rabbi. Guards, upon seeing the gesture immediately drew swords and were about to take Him, when Simon Peter brought forth his own sword and lashed out at one close to him, it was the servant of the High Priest called Malchus.
“Peter stop!” Jesus said as the man fell to his knees with a gasp, his ear having been severed from his head. Jesus bent down, picked up the ear, and then gently pressed it back into place.
“Put away your sword! For he who lives by the sword shall die by it. Do you not think that I could call out to my Father in Heaven and have legions of angels at my disposal?” After this was done the Romans took Him and his followers fled. The air was still eerily calm, nature not knowing what had transpired that night. The glow of many torches pierced the blackness and sent the rancid stench of hate to waft over Gethsemane.
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Something heavy was placed on His shoulders. Splintering wood rubbed away at what skin He had left. Forced to walk Jesus stumbled, fell, and was yanked to His feet over and over again. The weight of the cross finally overtook Him and it was impossible for Him to stand. The soldier tried to pull him up but could not.
“You!” Jesus heard screamed in His ear. “Carry His cross!” A man from the crowed named Simon was dragged away from his family and shoved into Christ’s place, carrying the ugly tree on his back. The procession continued down the rutted path to Golgotha. Whisperings came from the crowd.
“Who is that one?” they said. “What did he do?” questioned one. “It’s the Jew from Nazareth. He has claimed to be the Son of God” answered another. On and on they went, step after torturous step. At long last they made it to The Place of the Skull. Simon was shoved aside and the cross thrown to the ground. Two others dropped their burdens on either side of the Lord. Soldiers held the struggling men down and nailed their wrists and ankles to the wood amide shrieks of agony. Blood curdling screams tore at the sky, and faded into the haunting chants of a vengeful crowd. A sign that read This is the King of the Jews was nailed at the top of Christ’s cross and then the trees rose up as one.
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do!” He cried out as the tree fell into place with a resounding thud. Soldiers mocked him and with a pole, lifted a sponge filled with vinegar to his lips. He couldn’t breathe; His lungs were heavy and felt as if they were torn, unable to hold life giving air. One of the criminals hanging next to Jesus hurled insults at Him as well.
“You say you’re the Christ! Why don’t you save yourself and us?” he bellowed.
“Don’t you fear God?” rebuked the other. “We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve! But this one has done nothing wrong.” The thief turned to Him as best he could and said, “Lord remember me when you enter your kingdom.”
Jesus breathed so shallowly that he could hardly speak but he struggled anyway, “Truly I say unto you, today you will be with me in Paradise.” The sky grew black and thunder pounded in their ears as lightning cut out bizarre shapes in the firmament. Then He felt the Father turn His back on Him. The wrath for all sin past, present, and future poured out.
“My God, my God why have you forsaken me?” screamed the holy and perfect sacrifice. The earth shook and the blackness consumed them all. Then with a loud cry the Savior of the world said, "It is finished" and breathed His last. His arms were locked in a deathly embrace. The temple curtain was ripped clean in half and utter chaos followed. Crazed people ran in every direction and a soldier stopped at the foot of the wondrous tree.
“Truly, this was the Son of God.” he whispered to the air about him. And when the earth finally ceased its tremor only the women who had followed and cared for the Christ remained watching all these things from a distance.
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Of course this is not where the story ends. It goes on to Jesus’ burial and resurrection and from there on, to His final return. You can read this story as witnessed by followers of the Christ in Matthew chapter 26-28, Mark chapter 14-16, Luke chapter 22-24, and John chapter 18-21. This description is just my own rendition taken from all four original accounts.
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Jesus of Nazareth knelt on the soft grass near a large tree in the garden. All was still and a whisper of wind floated lazily without care. If only they could understand, His followers would not now be sleeping. Bowing His head He fervently prayed, pouring out His heart to the Father. I know what I must do but isn’t there any other way? Beads of sweat formed on his brow, followed by droplets of blood. Never had something been so difficult. No, my son I have placed this task before you. There is no other way. Even now Jesus could feel a fatigue creep into His bones that He had never felt. He was weary. Yes, Father. And that was all.
Loud shouts came from where the Son of God had left His disciples. It was time. Standing to His feet he found a determination that strengthened Him. He was ready to face them. When He came into view Judas Iscariot ran to the master and kissed Him calling Him Rabbi. Guards, upon seeing the gesture immediately drew swords and were about to take Him, when Simon Peter brought forth his own sword and lashed out at one close to him, it was the servant of the High Priest called Malchus.
“Peter stop!” Jesus said as the man fell to his knees with a gasp, his ear having been severed from his head. Jesus bent down, picked up the ear, and then gently pressed it back into place.
“Put away your sword! For he who lives by the sword shall die by it. Do you not think that I could call out to my Father in Heaven and have legions of angels at my disposal?” After this was done the Romans took Him and his followers fled. The air was still eerily calm, nature not knowing what had transpired that night. The glow of many torches pierced the blackness and sent the rancid stench of hate to waft over Gethsemane.
_______________________
Something heavy was placed on His shoulders. Splintering wood rubbed away at what skin He had left. Forced to walk Jesus stumbled, fell, and was yanked to His feet over and over again. The weight of the cross finally overtook Him and it was impossible for Him to stand. The soldier tried to pull him up but could not.
“You!” Jesus heard screamed in His ear. “Carry His cross!” A man from the crowed named Simon was dragged away from his family and shoved into Christ’s place, carrying the ugly tree on his back. The procession continued down the rutted path to Golgotha. Whisperings came from the crowd.
“Who is that one?” they said. “What did he do?” questioned one. “It’s the Jew from Nazareth. He has claimed to be the Son of God” answered another. On and on they went, step after torturous step. At long last they made it to The Place of the Skull. Simon was shoved aside and the cross thrown to the ground. Two others dropped their burdens on either side of the Lord. Soldiers held the struggling men down and nailed their wrists and ankles to the wood amide shrieks of agony. Blood curdling screams tore at the sky, and faded into the haunting chants of a vengeful crowd. A sign that read This is the King of the Jews was nailed at the top of Christ’s cross and then the trees rose up as one.
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do!” He cried out as the tree fell into place with a resounding thud. Soldiers mocked him and with a pole, lifted a sponge filled with vinegar to his lips. He couldn’t breathe; His lungs were heavy and felt as if they were torn, unable to hold life giving air. One of the criminals hanging next to Jesus hurled insults at Him as well.
“You say you’re the Christ! Why don’t you save yourself and us?” he bellowed.
“Don’t you fear God?” rebuked the other. “We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve! But this one has done nothing wrong.” The thief turned to Him as best he could and said, “Lord remember me when you enter your kingdom.”
Jesus breathed so shallowly that he could hardly speak but he struggled anyway, “Truly I say unto you, today you will be with me in Paradise.” The sky grew black and thunder pounded in their ears as lightning cut out bizarre shapes in the firmament. Then He felt the Father turn His back on Him. The wrath for all sin past, present, and future poured out.
“My God, my God why have you forsaken me?” screamed the holy and perfect sacrifice. The earth shook and the blackness consumed them all. Then with a loud cry the Savior of the world said, "It is finished" and breathed His last. His arms were locked in a deathly embrace. The temple curtain was ripped clean in half and utter chaos followed. Crazed people ran in every direction and a soldier stopped at the foot of the wondrous tree.
“Truly, this was the Son of God.” he whispered to the air about him. And when the earth finally ceased its tremor only the women who had followed and cared for the Christ remained watching all these things from a distance.
______________________
Of course this is not where the story ends. It goes on to Jesus’ burial and resurrection and from there on, to His final return. You can read this story as witnessed by followers of the Christ in Matthew chapter 26-28, Mark chapter 14-16, Luke chapter 22-24, and John chapter 18-21. This description is just my own rendition taken from all four original accounts.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Dragon Lore
Winged mistress of the skies
Swooping, swooning, calling sighs
Clouds part before her frame
Mortal man won’t dare to tame
Breathing fire from within
Mighty dragon, last of kin
Claws and fangs, sharp as steel
Stalk and grasp an ample meal
Shining scales, the purest stone
Magic words are also known
Green eyes fierce as raging storm
Fighting all with perfect form
Flying steed at home on earth
None were present at your birth
Cruelly forgotten, cast off you were
Left for those with hoofs and fur
Witless things unable to soar
Lost anew, our dragon lore
What became of unicorns?
Swallowed up by time and thorns
Centaurs too have loped away
Gone forever and a day
Pixies, ogres, even elves
All just pages on my shelves
Griffins with their catlike ways
Fly away their wings they raise
Dragons please come back to me
Live again and be free
Legends and myths are all that survive
But I know you’re real and once were alive
Swooping, swooning, calling sighs
Clouds part before her frame
Mortal man won’t dare to tame
Breathing fire from within
Mighty dragon, last of kin
Claws and fangs, sharp as steel
Stalk and grasp an ample meal
Shining scales, the purest stone
Magic words are also known
Green eyes fierce as raging storm
Fighting all with perfect form
Flying steed at home on earth
None were present at your birth
Cruelly forgotten, cast off you were
Left for those with hoofs and fur
Witless things unable to soar
Lost anew, our dragon lore
What became of unicorns?
Swallowed up by time and thorns
Centaurs too have loped away
Gone forever and a day
Pixies, ogres, even elves
All just pages on my shelves
Griffins with their catlike ways
Fly away their wings they raise
Dragons please come back to me
Live again and be free
Legends and myths are all that survive
But I know you’re real and once were alive
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