I know the woman who rests her bare feet on the moon and the stars, while holding their creator, like every child that comes into time.
She clears a path through fiery conflagration, she opens locked doors, and shelters the small.
In the desert they will find refuge, while the guilty get lost in a maze, a trail of their own destruction.
She is the woman of the apocalypse, the heart of mankind, and the very nature of God.
A book review.
Sometimes in an author we recognize a voice, startlingly familiar, as if angels have guided their pen to page… tap, tap. I find myself engrossed in Adele’s book, feeling honored that she would “share” her inner thoughts with me. I want to take her words in slowly and ponder them all, for I was meant to read this. Adele’s style of writing is one in which the flow of words, although seemingly random, form beautiful, rhythmic patterns, like the movement of water in a stream.
This smacks familiar to me.
It is a voice through channels unexpected, that reminds me of home.
And thy own soul a sword shall pierce, that, out of many hearts, thoughts may be revealed. Luke 2:35
I cannot be without you
HE is in me
I was drinking black and white water
they gave me, so as not to get caught
I cried
They held a gun to my head
My father would rather be better off dead
than kill me by destruction
The mass is in tatters
Its remnants remain
like shattered victims
on the floor
Open the door
and let them out of My house
where (and when) they are being
imprisoned
I will see and feed them
in the hills
(Oh, my Sweet Jesus, how I love you!)
make amends with the sinners
after they have fallen from My Grace,
and give them drink
from Celestial waters
It’s important you understand the plan
(not yours, not mine)
As it was in the beginning
Is now
And ever shall be
The plan of My Father
In Heaven
For random valleys
hurt the meadows
that they grow in
and towns and cities
cannot be built on ice
Flowers grow (and blossom)
where they are planted
The shores will eat them up
if left alone
The mountains are high
close to My Heart
Wild and Free
Like the back of my hand
Which would not harm
Its servants
Go
Your hour is here
Help of the helpless
My dear family
This is my deathbed
Fear not, abide with me
The dark shadows lesson
God’s means and ways made clear
Oh my sweet family
Awake, abide with me
For my dear Lord Jesus
Bearing gifts
He calls to me
Like Christmas morning
Rejoice, abide with me
This is no false vision
In Heaven I’ll awake
For no actions I have taken
For false or pity sake
Hear my Last Word and Testament
Heaven’s story I will tell
Trust is not forbidden there
False charity is hell
God does not abandon us
Or withdraw His Father’s Love
When we cannot do His will
As injured sparrow, lamb or dove
Renovate God’s mansions
Like flowers in the Son
Tether not the captives
The misfits that you shun
Long I loved you in life
No false attempt to charm
Ne’er false words spoken
To no gentle brother harm
Help of the helpless
Lean close dear family
Abide with me forever
Lean close and hear and see
I have loved this life too dearly
Vultures pass not where I lie
I have loved this death too gladly
To speak error while I die
The motive of intention
Will remain forever clear
Do not reward with slavery
Intervention do not fear
For at birth we are delivered
Through His Image all made same
But through death we are delivered
Wild and free God calls by Name
You are not the help of helpless
Nor the spouse to marry me
You are not celestial virgin
Infant born beneath my tree
Let us build the City of God
Make haste abide with me
Mother’s house is in the after
Abusers’ kingdoms will not be
Remember down at Shady Acres
Where the grass was over grown
Ring Ring Ring went the sound
Of a rotary dial
It’s your Daddy on the phone
I asked you to take care of them
My children and my wife
You ate instead the bread I gave them
Took my very life
Little Nate he understands
He’s doing very well
Though he bears the marks your sins have given
In the blood in which he fell
The incorrectly ordered man
Is deadly to himself
And my daughter writes in place of me
That book upon a shelf
Unraveled and the Birth of Joy 